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Carleigh
i have crohn’s disease and i have many accidents i can tell you about.
i’ve had many accidents while on drugs that give you the runs, accidents
about when i was in the hospital, accidents when i’m feeling relatively
alright, accidents when im sleeping, after eating, you name it, i’ve
probably been blessed with having an accident. i have diarrhea all the
time, as i’ve had some of my small intestine removed
and most of my large intestine. it’s getting late but i’ll post some
stories tomorrow, im tired
this site is awesome, i’ve been lurking here since page 1, back when i
was like, 6 or 7 :-O ! no joke. i’ve finally gotten the courage to post.

good night everyone!

I wasn’t feeling very well one day, but I decided to go to my
boyfriend’s house anyways. I had an upset stomach that morning,
so I took some Pepto before heading over. I was on the bus on
the way there when I felt the urge to take a dump. My stomach
started hurting and I felt pressure in my lower gut. I needed
to take a shit, and I needed to take it now. I managed to stave
off that poopy feeling in my stomach until I got to his house.
I showed up at his door and he knew something wasn’t right with me.
He asked me if I was feeling okay and I queasily answered “No, not
really, I’m feeling sick to my stomach.” Being the sweetheart that
he is, he brought me upstairs to his room, gave me something comfy
to wear, got me some tea and helped me lay down on his bed. He told
me to take a nap, he’d be right there beside me. I drifted off for
a while but woke up with a stomach ache. I got up and rushed to the
bathroom where I pooped a bunch of soft, mushy light-colored shit. It
hurt my stomach (and bum). I pooped for a few minutes and finally got
back into Ryan’s bed. He asked me if I was alright and said that
I looked a bit sick. I layed down and he massaged my ???? until I fell
asleep again. We both ended up falling asleep. I woke up an hour or so
later with a sharp pain in my bowels. I clenched it off and drifted
back to sleep. Awhile later, someone text messaged me and I woke up to
find I had filled Ryan’s shorts with diarrhea. I sat up in shock, only
to let out a big runny fart. Ryan opened his eyes and sat up and I
burst into tears. He lifted the blankets off of us and I continued to
cry. He reassured me and told me not to worry, he just wanted me to
feel better. He took me to the washroom and got me cleaned up (God i
love him) and left me in there to finish up. I had a few more waves
of nasty diarrhea, but i felt a bit better. He made me soup and changed
his bed sheets, gave me some more shorts to wear, and let me sleep for
the rest of the evening.

during christmas holidays, i was at a family get-together. a lot of food
was ordered. everyone was having a good time, when shortly after eating,
i needed to go the bathroom (as usual.) i ignored it because i get really
shy and embarassed about going to the bathroom in public.

i decided to wait it out. my dad decided a few hours later that it was
time to go home, i was soooo relieved. however, we didn’t end up leaving
for another 25 minutes, thanks to my mom who loves to talk to everyone
about everything right before we leave.

i really had to poop by this time. my stomach kept cramping up really
bad. i didn’t think anything of it, this sometimes happens to me if i
hold it in. the car ride home is about 20 minutes, and 10 minutes into
it, i started getting worse cramps. i kept holding on and really just
wanted to get home. finally we pulled into the driveway.

i got another really bad cramp as i was getting out of the car and lost
control. watery diarrhea gushed out of me and settled into the underwear.
i truly couldnt stop. i doubled over from the cramps and let it all come
out. there was alot of poop and it quickly overflowed my undies and
soaked through my sweatpants. it ran to the front of my undies, and down
my legs, into my shoes and socks. my dad was wondering why i had stood
outside the car and i said i was looking at the moon. he went in the
house while i stood there, still dripping from my poor butt. i mad a mad
dash for the door, and got upstairs as quickly as i could. i felt sick,
and on the way up the stairs, i pooped a bit more. i wrapped my
sweatpants, socks and undies in a black towel, stood in the bathtub and
washed my bottom half. i changed into some comfortable underwear and
shorts and headed to bed.

i woke up a little while later feeling like i was going to puke. i
kneeled down in front of the toilet. while i puked, i started to shit in
my underwear again. my stomach hurt so badly that i just wanted it all
out of me. i pooped so much that it leaked out onto the toilet mat. i
turned around and finished shitting. i rinsed my underwear and shorts out
and put them in the black towel as well. i put on yet another pair of
underwear and went to bed.

i woke about an hour later to find myself shitting uncontrollably in my
bed. it was pure liquid. my stomach hurt, and i felt nauseaus. i rolled
over and puked on my blankets and at the same time, continued having
waves of diarrhea. this continued for a while. i rolled onto my back,
feeling disgusting.

this carried on for a few days and i guessed i caught the stomach flu or
food poisoning. either way it was terrible. i feel much better though 🙂

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uppity bunny
Wow, I just had my first poop accident since I was about nine. So this
morning, since I was constipated and curious, I gave myself a Fleet
enema. After lying on my side and administering it, I managed to hold it
for about three minutes. Then I rushed to the toilet and sat down, waited
a few final seconds for the urge to really build, and I released. The
water gushed out of me, followed by a loud, wet, long, roaring fart. Then
a torrent of tiny hard poops shot out, followed by diarrhea-like cramps
and a final soft log.
Then I went out to run some errands for a few hours, feeling better. As I
got back home, I started farting. Just as I came inside and tried to push
another fart out, I instead pushed out a huge explosion of gas and slimy
mucus-like poop into my boxers. I froze and was like “oh, shit!” It ran
down my legs a bit. I was worried I would do more, so I went to the
toilet and pushed. I only farted. But I managed to clean myself up.
Pretty exciting, heh.

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Donny
Restroom Etiquette: Now I would just say to Ms. Megabladder: “Wow you
reallllly had to go!!!” That’s what men do if one really takes a big piss
or else they say: “You didn’t have to go, did ya???” Her bladder could be
a real conversation starter or else she won’t be interested in talking
about it. 5-6 minute piss?? That is incredible. I would really like to
talk to a person that could piss that much.

I was drinking with friends at my house the other evening and of course
we were all going to the bathroom a lot. I always pee with the door open
and the girlfriends are intrigued and then when they go, they are less
shy about making loud tinkling noises. Then I had to do a clinker, went
in there sat on the toilet and started dropping a load with the door open.

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Took
Hey do you guys and gers prefer hard or soft poop? I think most ppl
especially those who have constipation would prefer soft, but I am
somwhat disgusted by constantly having watery mushy poop. I sort of miss
the feeling of pushing out large hard solid turds that need strong
effort. I also think hard turd smell less bad.. Anyone feel the same? And
is there anyway to harden one’s poop?

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NoNameStudent
Mary in 5th grade: I’m very concerned for you, sweetie. Using the
bathroom is a very natural and necessary thing and all of the girls do
it. You are not even at the “nasty” age yet (7th and 8th grades) where
girls are not just mean as they are to you now, but also downright cruel.
You know perfectly well (especially after reading the forum here) that
you can get very sick and/or constipated from not using the toilet when
you need to. There are several ways that you can approach the problem.
First, you can try saying something snide (funny, but not really nice) to
the girls such as “well, at least I’m not full of shit like all of you”
or some other light-hearted thing to show them that it doesn’t bother you
(even if it does). Alternatively, you could just say “You know what guys,
when you gotta go you gotta go and I’d appreciate it if you would stop
making such a big deal out of it. It’s not like you don’t do it too.”

If these don’t work or you don’t feel comfortable saying anything to the
girls, you have two other possibilities. To me, they would be more
embarassing, but you should still consider them because they would
probably help you more. One option is talking to your teacher. Find a
private moment–maybe at the beginning of break or before or after school
or during lunch (you can always go up to him/her and say “I need to talk
to you about something personal, when would a good time be?”)–and tell
him/her exactly what you told us: what happened, what the girls said, how
you feel, etc. It will be very embarassing, but remember that your
teacher is there for you and will be able to find a way to get the other
girls to stop. If not, maybe she will allow you to go to the bathroom
just before (or after) break so you can have some privacy. Your teacher
may use it as a general opportunity to talk about respect and decency, or
even to relate it to health.

The other option is for you to talk to your parents (or another adult).
They will probably end up calling your teacher and talking to him/her on
your behalf. They can also be very good in giving you additional
suggestions on handling the situation.

You are growing up and learning to deal with uncomfortable situations and
getting the help you need is just a part of that. Unfortunately, as I can
tell you from both personal experience as a pre-teen/young teen, and as a
teacher (I’ve taught Kindergarten through 12th grade), you are just
getting into the absolutely worst years of your life. Hang in there and
find support whereever you can. Please feel free to ask me anything. I’ll
do whatever I can to help.

Mary, sweetie, I’m going to tell you a story about how things change when
you get older. This story is from my “alter-ego” ‘Return Peace Corps
Volunteer.’

When I was in training for the Peace Corps, there were 7 Americans living
in a village together, 4 women and 3 men. We each lived with a different
host family and would be together for language classes every day. Six of
the seven of us did not have indoor plumbing. In fact, the toilet was not
only an outhouse, but a hole in the ground. I know I’ve said before that
there was a nice brand new outhouse building at the school with 2 locked
rooms that had a toilet (albeit one that just emptied out into the pit
underneath). During the first couple of weeks of training, each and every
one of us had issues with bowel movements–usually bouncing back and
forth between constipation and diarrea. We were all very open about it
and supportive. We openly shared fiber pills and pepto as if it were gum
and candy. One man would come to the school every single day and proudly
announce he was going to shit. It became a running joke with us: “There
goes Tom off to the crapper.” It was in no way mean and in fact the
underlying feeling was jealousy of his ability to be regular. At the end
of the two years, we had to submit a stool sample (see an earlier post to
Annie) to check for parasites. We talked to each other about the best
ways to do this in our squatty potties, successes and failures, etc.

So you see, my dear, this stage will pass, and they will grow up. For
now, remember that you still are young and can and should be protected by
your parents and teachers. Do not be ashamed about being healthy and
normal and regular.

Please keep us updated and let us know how things are going for you.

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Richguy
JUST ME
Thanks for your concern. My depression is much better. I spent a week in
the hospital in June and they were able to find a combination of
medicine that worked. So I went back to work in July and I’ve been doing
well ever since.
As for my bowel movement issues, I thought they were over with when I
actually had two bowel movements on Tuesday. I almost had the second one
in my pants because I couldn’t believe after months of going once or
twice a week, I was actually going twice in one day. Alas that was
Tuesday and I haven’t pooped since (today is Saturday). Amazing when I do
go even after 4-5 days it’s still comfortable. That’s why I don’t
consider myself to be constipated. It’s just strange. If I didn’t happen
to remember the last time I pooped, I wouldn’t have any idea anything was
wrong.

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Bob
Hi,I have been a fan of toiletstool for over two years now. This happened
when I was in Germany some years back,Dresden to be precise, and was
working on my dissertation at the University. Christina, my girlfriend
was also at the same University and researching with me.She was also
learning piano at the Dresden Conservatoire.Every so often we would get
into academic brainstorming.

Once around the house,alone, I had been doing some writing and felt that
I needed to go. I went to the bathroom,lowered my jeans and jocks around
to my ankles, sat and let out a huge fart. After a little while I felt a
turd making its way out slowly. I usually check the first turd out and
found this one long, about 14″ and thick, about 3-4″ in diameter and rich
yellow in color. That felt good, I mean a solid and tightish stool is a
sign of good digestion isnt it. Another turd followed.

Then something unexpected happened. There was a sound at the front
door.Christina,who had just then returned from the University, called out
and suddenly without preamble entered our bathroom “Oh there you are..”
she exclaimed, and proceeded to rattle off a bunch of formulas and asked
me for a solution. Needless to say, I was speechless for a moment. Here I
was sitting and going and Christina was around me wanting to discuss
mathematics. Before I could say anything, she had pulled over a small
stool from the corner and sat near me, continuing to talk. I got into the
discussion myself. She tore some toilet paper and scribbled the formulas
and gave them to me to check. And all the time I could feel the tubular
warm turds gently easing out, and the strong smell was all over the
place. But Christina, oblivious to all of this, just kept on and on. It
must have been about 30 minutes or so of this when I felt like I had
finished and was about to wipe, when she told me she would help
and,because I was looking at the calculations and she was talking, she
just dabbed the toilet paper between my cheeks. Later we moved to the
study.

In the evening when we talked and I reminded Christina of the entire
scene, she just blushed and said nothing. Later she remembered that she
had taken a cursory glance and noticed I had gone a lot of turds and the
pot was full. If anything, this incident brought us closer.Thanks.

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Vanessa
I had an interesting day cleaning my room last week. I was cleaning my
closet that I hadnt cleaned for 4 years. At the bottom in the corner I
found a pair of my pajamas. I remember I put them there because I woke up
at 9 years old horrified I had wet the bed. I felt like such a baby. I
had to clean them in the sink and I threw them in the closet theyve been
there ever since. Then I kept cleaning my room even though I had to pee
really bad but I didnt feel like having to step over so much stuff that
was on my floor. I was sitting on top of my heal trying to avoid peeing
my pants. Finally I couldnt wait so I made a mad dash to the bathroom to
find my brother in it! I desperately tried to hold on. Finally he came
out and I ran in there. I was holding my self with one hand while trying
to unzip my zipper. Pee started leaking out as I desperately tried to get
my zipper open but it wasnt budging. I already had a 3 inch wet spot on
my pants by this time. I finally got it open and unbuttoned my pants by
the floodgates opened. Pee was squirting out of me as I pulled my pants
down. By the time I sat on the toilet I didnt have to pee that bad my
pants were already soaked. I started crying because I hadnt peed myself
since the time I wet my bed when I was nine. I feel like such a baby. My
mom saw and shes been asking all week every time we go to the store if we
need to get diapers for vanessa. Its so mean.

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Pete
When I was a teenager, (I’m 53 now) my dad and my uncle owned a small
truck-stop / diner right off the Interstate. We all worked there either
full time or part time. It was a cool place, the kind of place where
everybody knew everybody. The womems restroom was a single occupancy
washroom with a lock. The mens restroom had those same short narrow
doorless partitions Harlan and James were talking about. Two toilets with
partitions about six inches beyond the front of the toilets, so most
guys’s knees wound be visable from outside, when the door swung open, and
just like Harlan and James said when we stood up to wipe, the secret was
“OUT” to any women waiting outside ! Also, not much of a stink or noise
buffer. Nevertheless, we all used the toilets, owners, staff, truckers,
diners, and they were always busy. Guys just weren’t bashful back in the
70’s about shitting with an audience. I agree, today this (being seen
from outside the restroom) would not be allowed.

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Emily
When I was in a very quiet book store, all of a sudden, The urge to poop
hit he hard. There were two people in the bathroom, and I took the stall
between them. I wanted lot’s of attention, so I ripped my pants down and
banged my butt on the sides. I was having very explosive diarrhea, so it
was going everywhere. I sprayed a little into the girl next to me’s
stall. The girl was clearly constipated, she had grunted many times. The
woman on the other side was only peeing, but she was missing and the pee
was going on the floor. I was just about done, when another wave hit me.
This time stronger than ever, causing me to howl: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH
HHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG
UUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLFFF FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!! I had diarrhea flying out like it’s goin’ outa style! WOW! What a
great experiance.

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Stephen
Hi everyone! My name is Steve and I’ve been lurking here for a couple
years as I enjoy the girl pooping stories. I’m about 5’10 and 150 pounds
and play soccer and baseball. I’m 16 years old and a high school junior
near Miami. I’m half Hispanic and half Lebanese and think I’m at least
reasonably attractive. At least my girlfriend thinks I’m cute which is
good enough for now. I hope one day my girlfriend will let me see her
take a dump but I was afraid to mention the subject until she saw me on
the toilet a few days ago. (I’ll tell you later!) I normally like to just
read the stories but I had a really bad emergency at the mall while
Christmas shopping which I decided to write about. I was with my
girlfriend and we had eaten lunch at Sbarro. A bit into our shopping, I
knew some shit had worked its way into my rectum, but I figured I could
take a nice leisurely shit at home some time in the next 4 hours. Five
minutes later, the rectum was completely full and I really had to take a
shit right then. I was with my girlfriend in Tommy Bahama and told her
“Hey hon, do you think we can take a break, I really need to go to the
bathroom.” She smiled all sweet and agreed before taking my hand to walk
out with me. The only problem was she was thinking of a leisurely saunter
while I was thinking more of a mad dash. A few moments later, I realized
this just wasn’t going to work as my ass was just busting from all the
shit inside me. I finally told her I really needed to hurry up and asked
her to wait at the benches by security where the restrooms were located.
I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I took off. Dashing to the
restrooms, I passed 5 other people headed that way. My ass was throbbing
so intensely from the relentless pressure, I began worrying I was going
to shit in my pants. I was nearing the end of my resistance when I
reached the restroom and tore open the door to the first stall only to
find a dude of about 25-years-old already sitting there. I quickly
apologized and set the door back as best I could. To my dread, I then
realized that all 3 stalls were taken and there was already a guy in line
for the next available stall. I started freaking out thinking any second
I was going to rip a wet fart followed by the dreaded feeling of shit
flowing into my pants. I wasn’t going down without a fight though and
decided to ask the guy in front of me if I could go ahead of him. “I’m
sorry to ask this, but is there ANY way I can go ahead of you? I have to
take a shit really bad and I’m worried I might not make it!” The guy was
really nice and let me have his place in line which made things just a
little better, but holding my shit in was getting harder and harder by
the second as the pressure inside me intensified. When I heard the dude
in the center stall start to tear off some paper, I BEGGED him to hurry
up too. I felt really embarrassed to be acting so desperate, but the
pressure from the shit inside my ass was excruciating and I had to do
whatever it took to get on a toilet as soon as possible. I probably made
a complete fool of myself with my moaning and rocking as the one dude
wiped up in what seemed like sssslllloooooowww motion to me. I was so
glad my friends from school weren’t there to see me! As soon as the dude
was finally out if the stall, I was in there slamming the door shut. As I
attacked my belt buckle, I really thought there was no way I was going to
get my pants down in time and was positive I was going to shit myself
right then and there with five other people there to see it. And there
was no way to hide who I was since my varsity jacket had my name
emblazoned on it with big bold letters. All these guys were going to know
that Steve XXX from XXX High shit his pants at the mall and there was
nothing I could do about it. It was the one of the WORST feelings I ever
had as my life flashed before my eyes. Miraculously, I have no idea how;
I somehow did manage to get my pants dropped around my knees with my shit
still inside me before throwing myself on the toilet just in the nick of
time. I had to shit so bad I hadn’t had time to hang my jacket up so I
just held it up. As soon as I collapsed on the shitter, I ripped THE
loudest fart of my life. Just my luck. I NEVER fart when I take a shit by
myself, but it never fails that if someone is in earshot, I always rip a
loud one. Then this wave of euphoria/relief just washed over me and I was
only vaguely aware that a massive shit was overwhelming me as I slipped
in and out of consciousness. I didn’t know just how big the shit going
through me was. I only knew it was huge and really mean. In fact, I don’t
think I’ve ever had so much shit go through me in my life! Until then, I
had no idea I was even capable of making so much shit! I was helpless as
all the shit rushed through me and I remember actually LIKING feeling
helpless on the toilet. The euphoric rush was incredible and I almost
didn’t ant it to stop. Is that normal?? I then realized all the loud
crackling and plopping sounds I heard was my own shit rushing into the
toilet. I was so embarrassed to have all these guys hear me taking a big
shit, but at least the shit wasn’t rushing into my pants so I took some
solace in that. Besides, getting all that shit out really felt awesome
after being under such intense pressure. I had only a moment to recover
from the first intense rush when I felt another wave of shit coming on. I
started to push a little but there was no need as I splattered the walls
of the toilet with a whole mess of sloppy mushy shit that went every
direction except down. Naturally, this wet mess came with a nice wet fart
to tell everybody what I had just done. I was so embarrassed, but I
figured I had already TOLD everyone I really had to shit so they weren’t
getting any new information. A couple of wet shit waves later mixed with
wet farts, I finally felt empty as I sat there in shock from the
shit-force trauma. I looked over at the toilet paper with dread. I knew I
really had made a mess with the wet splattery shit waves and the thought
of cleaning it all off my ass was daunting. Before wiping, I just had to
see what I had done. Looking into the bowl, I found the flagship turd
which was at least 18″ long and the diameter of a golf ball along with a
whole mess of wet sloppy shit lying in the bowl and sprayed on the
porcelain walls. I really wanted to take a picture of it since I knew
nobody at school would believe me, but I didn’t have my camera. After
wiping for what seemed like forever I felt like I had been run over by a
Mack truck. I must have heaved ten sighs of relief as I wiped .I then
washed up and left. The bathroom door felt like it weighed seven tons as
I pulled it open. I couldn’t believe how weak I felt. I then went to find
my girlfriend. Seeing her in the commons area, I collapsed on the bench
in exhaustion. My girlfriend was really cool and massaged my shoulders
and back until I finally got up enough strength to walk to the parking
lot and drive home. The thing is, I really ENJOYED taking this big shit
and actually wanted to have that experience again. Is this normal???
Thanks in advance for your input.

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Lisa
Once when I was in a public restroom I heard a woman pee a huge amount
very quickly. It was loud and took only a few seconds. It sounded like a
waterfall. All of the other woman that I’ve heard pee, just pee a normal
amount at a normal rate of speed.

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Mike
Hi everrybody!This is the mike with the twin bro matt.I havent had
anyhting to post lately but now i have an emabarassing one to post.Last
week my school took the 7th grade on a week-long camping trip.My school
is small and we have 2 classes so the camp had us use 3
cabins.W.Anyway,there are 15 kids in my class and 13 in the other.In my
class there are 7 boys(including me) and in the other there are 6.So we
had 13 people in the cabin with 2 3-toiletted bathrooms.I knew that would
be rough.Me and Matt shared a bunk bed,and i chose the top.BIG
MISTAKE.That night a couple guys named Ricky and Patrick pulled pranks on
people.Well that night i drank alot of water and soda at the dinner.I
hadnt peed before i went to bed.Knowing this,Ricky dipped my hand in some
lukewarm water.I wet the bed bigtime.I soaked everything.It got so wet
that it started dripping from the bottom and started pouring allover
matt.He woke up and screamed and woke all the guys up.But luckily the
next morning,Ricky left his cup there.It had his name on it and since i
had a bleeding cut on my finger there was blood in the water.I showed it
to my teacher and Ricky got sent home and later suspended.But the other
story was the next morning,i woke up late and had to pee BAD.I MEAN
BAAAADDD.I grabbed my cock and ran to the bathrooms,which were full with
crappers.Matt came behind me saying he had to crap bad.So here are twins
doing the potty dance waiting for open toilets.A few pee drops squirt
out.I wont let myself wet my pants twice on a trip,so i ran to the trash
barrel and pissed in it.Matt got down on his knees,and ended up crapping
and pissing himself.So did a few other guys.Eventually,everyone else had
had an accident that week so i didnt feel totally humiliated.

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Jack
Hi everybody. Me and my buddys used a park mens room with doorless toilet
stalls the other afternoon. There were 3 stalls facing each other, but
since everybody was shitting, it didn’t seem the least bit strange, as we
were shitting, farting, laughing, the cleaning men walked in on us and
took the last 2 toilets, and cut loose…We really did a number on the
fresh air supply in there LOL..but it was fun. We wiped up, and left

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Anarcho-pooper
i am a long-time lurker and first-time poster.

First of all, i just wanted to say that i have enjoyed Rachelle and
Karens’ posts. i also have enjoyed reading Carmalita’s posts in the
archives. i’m sorry she doesn’t post anymore. i wonder what has become of
her.

Anyway, i have a question. Has anyone here ever tried squatting instead
of sitting when pooping? i have never tried this myself, but i have heard
that squatting makes pooping easier.

Finally, i want to say that i really enjoy pooping. Nothing feels better
than taking a big, healthy dump. (Well, nothing other than sex.) i tend
to alternate between small poops, of compact little turds, and big
toiler-clogging dumps of nice big soft (but not runny) turds. Sometimes
these mega dumps will require me to flush the toilet three times so i
don’t stop it up and have to plunge it.

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Mark C
A couple years ago. I had to take a lower G.I. That was fun LO LO. For
twelve hours I could not eat anything. During that time, I had to take
“stuff” to make sure nothing would go into my bowels. In other words,
there would be nothing in that area to have a bowel movement.

So, it was the early morning, and I went to the hospital. So I went to
the area were headed have the G.I. done. The young lady, probably in her
mid twenties, told me to get undressed and put the lovely dress on cell
the lower G.I. can be done. I accomplished that with in a few moments.
Then the fun began. Then the ever famous hose when up into the anus. Talk
about a little uncomfortable, I do not know how much she put in their.
But I will tell you it was very uncomfortable. After the doctor did his
x-rays. I immediately made a mad dash rather quickly to the bathroom.
Within seconds after sitting down. It all came out. It was completely
cleared out and cleaned.

Now, can anyone tell me how I can do that again without having to lower
G.I. done?

Mark C.

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Sunday, January 07, 2007

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i went on a school field trip to rock climb. after lunch, i had to poop.
i went to an outhouse. there was a trashcan only. i pulled my pants down
and went

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THUNDER FROM DOWN UNDERRachelle`s “open door policy” is to be commended
but I wonder if it was attempted in the mens` toilet if one would be
arrested for indecent exposure? If there where no doors then that would
be a different story.
Certainly with men there is the issue of paedophilia and exposing oneself
that way, all be it, just merely attending to a normal bodily function,
might be viewed the wrong way.
I would have absolutely no problem using toilets without doors provided
nobody knew me…really I have shitted in front of other men but in the
right circumstances..i.e. on a boat out at sea etc.
All this aside, I congratulate Rachelle for being a role model and
accepting shitting as natural and enjoyable (as it should be) and I hope
some of Rachelle`s approach will rub off to an extent.
Thunder

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Jennifer from Ohio
roger: I’m about 5’5″, Cali’s about 5’7″ (she claims she’s 5’8″, but we
won’t hold that against her.). I have brown hair, Cali has light brown
with red streaks. We both have green eyes. Finally, I’m about 120lbs and
she’s about 125 I guess, but I haven’t checked in almost a year now, but
she’s still about the same size.

Anyways, onto my next story!

Cali still uses her diapers a lot of the time. Not always, but the
majority of the time. The only time she doesn’t use them is when we have
no plans of going outside, otherwise she just waits for us to go out. I
wear mine whenever we go out too, not just because it’s fun and
convenient, but because it makes Cali a little more comfortable. Just
after Christmas I even managed to buy a large diaper changing mat over
the internet, which really helps. I hadn’t even thought much about one
until Christmas when I was changing Cali and let’s just say we now have a
small brown stain on our carpet, which we can’t even blame on the dog
because we don’t have one, so I just cleaned it up as much as I could and
put a small rug over it.
We’ve told one person about the whole diaper wearing thing, and that’s my
old friend, Eli. I’ve known Eli since my Freshman year of High School, he
used to be one of my best friends in the world, but he moved to Arizona
for college and picked up a life there, and Arizona is a little out of my
the way for regular visits. He visited Cali and me for New year’s and
stayed with us for a couple of days. It didn’t really take Eli very long
to figure out about our diaper issue, because there was an unused one
laying on the couch, which I was just about to change Cali into, because
her current one was starting to smell a little stale. “What’s this?” He
asked, holding the diaper up. Cali sort of blushed and shuffled out of
the room. Since there was no use in hiding it, or any need to try, since
I figured Eli wouldn’t judge us, I muttered a little softly, but still
quite distinct, “That would be a diaper…for Cali.” I heard Cali squeak
from the kitchen when I said that. “Oh-ho? And why might Cali be needing
a diaper?” Eli asked. “Well, she doesn’t really, not here anyway. But
when we’re out she won’t use public restrooms so she wears them just in
case.” I responded. “Now just you wait a second! I’m not the only one of
us that wears them so don’t try to put it all on me!” Cali yelled,
barging into the room again. “Really now?” Eli asked, intrigued by this.
“It IS just you two that live here, right? No more girls…or guys hiding
in another room, having their secrets being told to me, are there?” he
continued. “Well, um…yes, it is just us…” I said, feeling the blood
rushing into my face. “So what if I wear diapers, I’m a grown woman and
what I do is my own business, as long as it’s not hurting anybody, why
should it matter if I wear diapers?” I said, obviously knowing I was
getting a little over-defensive on the matter. After that, Eli just burst
out laughing. “Really, girls, it’s none of my business. I don’t mind as
long as I don’t have to change them. I’d prefer to avoid changing diapers
until I’m married and have children, thank you. You two go right on and
have your fun.” with that he put the diaper down and didn’t say anything
else. Since it was getting pretty late, I took Cali into our room,
changed her into that very same diaper, and we went to sleep.
The next day, Cali, Eli, and I went out to talk over a cup of coffee and
catch up on what all had been going on in the last few years since his
last visit. Eli is apparently doing fine, paying his bills on time and
whutnot. He started asking Cali and me about how we got started on
wearing diapers, and I told him basically the same thing I said in my
last post. “So, do you only use them in emergencies or is it more of an,
“I don’t feel like waiting.” kind of thing?” he asked, to which I
reponded, “More of an, “I don’t feel like waiting.” thing recently, even
though it started as an only emergency thing on our trip.” Eli took a sip
of his coffee and sighed. “Well, to each their own. If I wore diapers I’d
probably only do it in private, but since you two seem to have no qualms
over talking about it in public, I guess you two don’t mind a little
adventure.” he said. “Oh, but you haven’t even seen the half of it. Don’t
you think people notice when we use them? I mean, they may be designed to
hold our stuff, but the smell is by no means hidden or masked by
anything. One way or another, the people around us know when we’ve soiled
ourselves.” I said, smiling. After a whileof talking, I heard Cali
saying, “Jen, can we hurry up and head home? I need to go and I don’t
feel like soiling myself in front of somebody I know.”, putting her hands
on her knees. “But Cali, you do it in front of me all the time.” I said,
grinning from ear to ear. “Jen, that’s a little different, you do it too,
so I know it’s alright to do it in your presence, but in front of him,
it’s different. I only talk to him when he visits every four or five
years.” She said, wrinkling her forehead and running her hands nervously
up and down her thighs. “Cali, relax, Eli’s not going to do anything or
make fun of you. We’ve just spent the last forty-five minutes talking
about all the times you and I have crapped ourselves, on purpose or not.
Go on, and I’ll change you in the car in a little bit. I won’t let Eli
watch if it’ll make you feel better. Ok?” I said, trying to calm her
down., “I’ll just try to hold it until we get home. It’s not that bad
right now anyways. If I don’t make it, then I’m going to make you sorry,
one way or another.” Cali said with a mischievous grin. “Well, the whole
reason I wanted you to go now was because we’re not going straight home
after this. We’re all going to go see a movie after this and I figured
you probably didn’t want to have a messy diaper while in the theater. The
movie starts in half an hour which is just enough time for us to get
there, and if we went home, we’d be about fifteen minutes late.” I said.
“Well that’s just enough time for us to miss the previews!” Cali
screamed, trying to convince me. “No, I’ve timed this so that we’ll
already miss the previews. Now will you just go already so that I can
change you and we can go to the movie?” I said. Cali folded her arms,
very toddle-like, and said, “I’ll take my chances.”
When we got to the theater, I bought the tickets and we all went in to
see the movie. Since it was still pretty early and the movie hadn’t
gotten very good reviews to begin with, we found ourselves virtually
alone in the theater, with the exception of what seemed to be a teenage
couple, maybe even early twenties who seemed to be really absorbed
in…each other, maybe even surgically attached at the face. Anyways, we
found three seats at the very top of the room, and got seated. I sat in
the middle, with Cali on my left, and Eli on my right. The couple was
about seven or eight rows in front of us and all the way to our left.
Cali started shifting in her seat about twenty minutes into the movie.
Thirty minutes in she was constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs,
leaning to the left, then to the right, etc. Forty minutes in, I heard
her let out a long, low fart coming from my left. Cali was beginning to
clutch at her somach. For the next few minutes, I kept hearing a small
fart here and there on my left and Cali was obviously very red, even in
the dark. An hour in, almost on the mark, Cali finally lost it. She
lifted herself up off her seat, stood up, and did her business. She stood
completely still as if she were waiting on an elevator. After about four
minutes passed, and she finally sat down. I looked over at Eli, who was
obviously avoiding looking in Cali’s direction. I patted Cali on the back
and whispered over to her, “Want me to take you out and change you now?”
She shook her head, “no”, and we went back to watching the movie, which
ended an hour and a half later. When it finally let out, Cali avoided
looking at Eli, hanging her head and looking very much like she had been
out sunbathing without putting on any sunblock. When we got in the car,
she said she’d rather wait until we got home before I changed her because
she didn’t want me to with Eli nearby or waiting on us. So on the ride
home, she rolled her window all the way down, and when we got home, we
went into the bathroom so Eli wouldn’t see, and I changed her diaper ,
which was filled with a combination of pebble-poop and something like
soft-serve. I was about to re-diaper her, but before I could, she jumped
on the toilet and started peeing with the force of a fire hose. She
giggled and let out a sigh of utter relief, and I rediapered her
afterwards.
That night, Eli took us out to supper at quite a nice restaurant. Halfway
through the meal, I tried to excuse myself to the restroom, but Cali
wouldn’t allow it. She grabbed my belt and said, “Nu-uh, you embarrassed
me, now it’s your turn.” I knew she was right, so I sat back down and she
kept on offering me glass after glass of water, and when the meal finally
came, I realized there was an ulterior motive for her ordering the spicy
chicken with the extra sauce. She knew spicy foods acted like a laxative
for me, and she kept insisting on me eating it, pinching me whenever I
refused. I ended up eating half of her meal, and drinking about four
glasses of water. An hour later, when we were leaving, I began to feel my
stomch gurgling. Cali convinced Eli to stop at a shop that was recently
built that sold one of her favorite books. She kept on pretending she
couldn’t find it to prolong my agony. I finally gave up the fight, stood
outside the store, and unleashed the monster. At first it felt like
diarrhea, but soon I felt little chunks of solid poop begin to slide on
out, squishing between my buns and the diaper. After a few minutes, I
involuntarily squatted and forced a huge ball of solid, but smooth crap
into my diaper. I noticed Cali looking at me through the store window,
then heard her scream, “Oh, I found it!”
When Cali and Eli came back out, we headed back home, and when Cali was
changing me, I made a point to push a little bit more out as she was
getting ready to pull the full diaper out from underneath me. Cali shook
a finger at me and said, “Bad girl, you scared me there for a second.” I
laughed and Cali threw away the messy diaper, and when she finished
changing and re-diapering me, we went back into the living room. “So, did
you have fun today, Eli?” I asked. Eli folded his arms and stared at us,
“Yes, though when I came up here I didn’t expect to witness one of my
best friends in the world crapping her pants and having it cleaned up by
her girlfriend.” He said, showing a small glimpse of a smile.
Not much happened between then and the time he left to go back to
Arizona, but before he left I made Cali go out, and while she was gone I
peed myself, and conviced him to change me. While he was doing that, Cali
came back and snuck into the room and snapped a picture on my camera of
him changing me. He tried to convince Cali to delete it, but she
wouldn’t. I e-mailed the picture to him, so now we all have something to
remember his visit by.

Peace out until next time!
~Jen

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Karen
Hi everyone, I’m back with another great pooping that I did. I just got
back in the other day from visiting my sister, who lives in Colorado. We
take turns visiting each other during the holiday week, as we are both
off of work for the whole week. And I have a really good pooing
experience to tell you about that took place out there. That will come at
another time however.

I also had some reading to do here to catch up on what I was missing. And
there were some really good stories posted here. Terri, you posted a
really good story the other day. Tia, Becky M, you also posted some
really good stories. But of course it was Rachelle who came through again
with a really great episode of her shitting experience at the mall. I’m
sure there is more. I know that I have to re-read them again.

As for me, I to was at the mall early on the 26th. I was leaving early on
the morning of the 27th. So I had to see what great deals were being
offered, as well as exchanging a few gifts.

I did quite a bit of eating with the rest of my family members and
friends on Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day. My bowel movement on
Christmas morning was not as big as I thought it would be. It was fairly
good, but I expected to drop quite the load. I also dropped a few pieces
in the toilet after Christmas Dinner. So I knew that sometime soon I was
going to be working on a really good healthy dump. A dump that I knew
would be big.

And it came about an hour after reaching the mall. It wasn’t the kind of
t???y churning, or bowels gurgling to blow a load. But a real heavy
feeling. And I had to believe that it was going to be the big one. I
decided to take my packages to the car first. After placing them in the
car, I headed back into the mall and off to the rest room I went.

Walking in there were a few ladies by the sinks and only two stalls in
use. So I basically had my choice of where I wanted to sit, relax, and
poo. Taking the second stall, I walked in and proceeded to take off my
coat and hang it behind the closed door. Sorry Rachelle, I am not quite
ready yet. I did however upon lowering my slacks and panties push them
right down around my ankles as low as I could get them. I normally just
go below my knees a few inches. So I guess that its a start.

Upon getting my ass touching the toilet seat, I let out a round of long
hissing farts. It felt like I was really gassy. I relaxed a little and
then pushed. And out came a really loud fart. And I mean it was loud. It
did feel good though. And I think that helped to get my load of whatever
was going to come out of me started. As I felt a cramping feeling coming
on. I sat back and relaxed for a few minutes to just let my t???y and
bowels do whatever was needed. I was occasionally farting during that
time. During that time a lady came in and upon grabbing a stall next to
me let out one long torrent stream of diarrhea. And go she was. It was
endless, as it seemed like every 10 seconds she was just filling the
toilet with nothing but liquid shit. And her smell was just filling the
area.

I finally started to get a real strong cramping feeling down below. So I
spread my legs and leaned forward. I then started to push. And I had to
push quite hard. I was doing some good farting along the way. I also
could tell it was going to be a very big and hard poo. It just did not
want to budge and break through my anus. Even though I could feel myself
opening and closing. The lady in the next stall finally stopped her
diarrhea and was just sitting there farting away to see if there was
anymore to come out of her. I think she was convinced that she was
through and grabbed the toilet paper to wipe herself clean.

The cramping inside of me was really strong now. I knew that I was really
going to have to bare down and push extremely hard if I was going to make
any progress. I spread myself a little further leaned more forward and
started pushing on my ???? as well. And my ???? was quite hard, really
hard. Baring down, I really started to push. I know my face had to be
turning red. I finally felt my anus opening, but it was really slow. I
could also tell that I had at least one very big piece of crap that was
going to come out. It finally pushed through. And it was very hard, and
very thick. And it was thick right from the start. No pointed beginning.
I even put my head down to look between my legs. Something I had never
did before. I think this was again something that Rachelle had done. It
was coming out really slow. It felt good coming out. And there was not
much discomfort at this point. And it was quite exciting watching it. It
was now touching the water and still coming out. The crackling noise was
really nice also. Finally the first piece of poop hit the water. It was
about nine inches in length, about two and a half inches wide, all the
way across. I immediately felt the urge of more poo on its way. My hole
was now somewhat lubed from that first piece, so it was now opening
easier. Here it was again another thick, hard stool. I watched it again.
I can’t believe how excited I was getting it seeing it coming out. This
one ended up being about seven inches in length. I now sat back to relax
and get my breath back. I felt that there was more inside, as i wasn’t
feeling quite right yet. The cramping subsided, my ???? was a bit hard. I
also let out a real nice long fart again. During that time other people
entered the rest room. They were in different situations, peeing, pooing,
farting. My farting continued. I knew I was going to have to pass all of
that to get anymore poo out.

I was finally done farting and with that came some long lengthy shit
again. It was a bit softer, but still hard. The first piece out was about
eight inches, next was about a five inch piece, and a few minutes later
was a piece that was again about eight inches. This by far was the
biggest dump in my 28 years of living. Knowing my system, I knew I was
done. And I was feeling really light. My ???? was soft, cramping gone.
Leaning over, all of the poo on me was only spread out about 1 inch
around my anus. It felt good wiping myself. I reached up inside and
cleaned out real good. I also took my handi wipes to clean myself up.
Standing up, and looking in the bowl my concern was if it was going to
all go down or not. Being in a public rest room there is not many ways to
break it up unless you just use your hand. Well with the first flush, my
first piece and one of the others went down. The others were all around
the opening. So I had to wait as the bowl filled up as to what would move
out of the way. Flushing again, only one piece went down. This left the
other eight incher and seven incher in the toilet yet. I decided that I
was going to walk out after this last flush, even if something was still
in there. Upon flushing I walked out. If there was anything in there the
next person would see it.

As I washed my hands, a lady did enter the stall and immediately flush.
This told me that one or both pieces didn’t go down. I was kind of happy
that my gift was found. Oh well, time to get my other shopping in and
then go home to pack.

Like I said you will get my next story in the next day or two, while I am
visiting my sister. Bye for now.

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Red Headed Michele
Hi everyone. Hope everyone had a great holiday season. Have’t had too
much to post in quite awhile but I enjoy checking in now and again and
love the desperation stories.
Desperate to Poop: I miss your stories. Are you back from your trip?

I went across the country to Kansas to help a friend move after Christmas
and took a bus home. On the first leg of the trip home, before a stop in
Cleveland, the bathroom on the bus broke down with about two hours left
on the ride. It wasn’t a problem for me as right at the end of the ride I
definitely needed to pee and I could feel a need to poop starting but it
wasn’t too bad. There was a girl across the aisle from me that was really
desperate though. I could see her figiting around a little and she kept
her hand on her belly. With about a 1/2 hour left in the ride she leaned
over and ansked me what time it was. She said how she really had to get
to a bathroom or she was going to crap her pants. I gave her my newspaper
and she thanked me as she said anything would help her take her mind of
it. Finally we hit the bus station and I headed of to find a bathroom and
then stretch my legs. I went into the depot and there was a line of like
10 women waiting. I decided to take a walk instead and find somewhere
else. I went outside and up the street there was a Subway restaurant. I
went in and went to the back where the bathrooms were. I entered and
there were only two stalls and one blond haired 40 year old waiting. I
stood and waited and about three minutes later the girl from the bus came
in. She loooked as surprised to see me as I was to see her again. The
blond lady took a stall just then and I let the other girl who appeared
to be about 30 with a nice blazer and white dress shirt go in front of
me. She was absolutely desperate and kept doubling over and clutching her
????. It was making me have to go a little more too but not anywhere that
bad. The blond who went in was apparently constipated as she kept
grunting and staraining. The other stall had someone who was still
pooping away and the smell was really filling the small bathroom. After
about another five minutes the poor girl from the bus couldn’t hold it
anymore. She let loose a little runny poop and the back of her pants were
stained. She was crying and asking the two to hurry up when finally the
other stall opened and let her in. She ripped her pants down and let out
wave after wave of diarhia. I was getting ???? cramps more from the smell
than anything else. Another tall blond haired girl abot 20 who was really
athletic but flat chested came in and stood behind me. She asked me if I
had to pee or poop as she really had to pee bad but I told her I was
sorry I already let one girl go and now I had to go bad. I had been
waiting about fifteen minutes now plus the last 1/2 to 3/4 hour on the
train. I needed a pee bad and my belly was cramping up. The girl from the
train flushed twice and kept on going while complaining of cramps while
the other blond was finally pooping. Just then the girl behind me ran
over to the waste basket and squatted down and pulled down her jeans and
began peeing in the basket. She left and I finally got into the stall the
blond had. My ???? really hurt and I pooped and peed. Two desperation
attacks right next to me though. It was really weird.

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Mark C
Here in the Silver Stat it is against the law to do the natural thing in
the open. Well, one night I was traveling up to Carson City from Las
Vegas Nevada. I had just finished drinking a thirty two ounce soft drink
that I had bought in Tonopah. Well, it had been dark for several hours,
and I still had about three hours to go. My bladder was about to explode.
So I pulled off the road, way off the road about about fifty feet. I
looked in my rearview mirror, and I saw no headlights. I look forward. It
was clear. So I unbuckled my seat and left the car. I went to the
passenger side just to be safe. And I mind you, it is darker than dark.
So I unzip myself. Like any red blooded American and commenced to relieve
my bladder. I must’ve stood there were relieving my bladder for a least
three minutes straight at full stream ahead. Talk about relief. You know,
I broke the law that night! Wait a minute, the law, its nature.

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Shadow
Hi, I post here every so often but not frequently. I’m male, 21 y/o,
about 5’10”, average weight (not fat but not exactly fit either), brown
spiked hair. Okay I’m sitting here on my laptop while I take a dump. I’ve
never done this before so I hope I can type and poop at the same time. I
haven’t gone in a couple of days and it’s getting kinda bad. So here I
go. First I need to pee. I’m just letting it tinkle out on its own. 30
seconds later I’m done. I farted while I was peeing. Now I’m pushing a
little to get things started. I farted again. Okay so it’s been about a
minute and half now and I’ve got a really thick turd poking out of my
hole. It’s stuck at the moment, all the while, puffy farts are coming out
around it. A small pellet fell out and made a little plop into the bowl.
So now I’m pushing again. Wow, this thing really hurts coming out. It
feels like it’s 10 inches wide. It’s sliding out, oh man….okay it came
out in 3 plops. I’m not done yet though. Pushing again….here comes
another one. That one felt softer than the first. It’s crackling a
lot…..it just landed in the toilet and a small turd plopped right after
that. It stinks bad in here. I’m pushing to see if I have anything else.
More pee is coming out and a small fart. No more turds though. I’m going
to stand up real quick to see what I just let out. A HUGE chunk about 3
or 4 inches wide (no wonder it hurt so much), a log about 8 inches long.
A couple of smaller chunks and a smaller log about 4 inches long sitting
at the bottom of the hole. Man this poop stinks too. Okay so now I’m
going to wipe…..I just wiped 2 times and the paper was smeared with poop.
Getting ready to wipe again…..7 wipes later and I’m as clean as I’ll get.
There’s a piece of soft poo in my hole but it won’t come out. I’m pushing
really hard just to see if it’ll ooz out but no luck. Okay I just
finished wiping while I was pushing so I could get that soft poo out
while my hole was opened up. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to get
anymore out. Well I guess I’ll flush now…..It all went down. Hope you
enjoyed this.

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oldpoop
Good morning–warm here. Quick update: I have now timed 12 bowel
movements over almost two weeks. The average time start to finish is
about 3 minutes 40 seconds. The poop is actually emerging for about 29
seconds of that, which means that, on average, out of 6 billion people,
if they average about the same time per day, about 1.9 million are
actually feeling poop come out at the same time I am.
Happy pooping, everyone!

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Restroom Etiquette
I know this is a sensitive subject has anyone ever encountered anyone
like this? I work in an office building which has a large shared ladies
room on our floor accessed via a key. It’s a nice place mind you, it even
has a lounge sofa and a tall plant next to the corner but for some reason
it is also the home of the twenty-something woman with the super-human
mega-bladder from hell. She is a very cute girl, tall about 5′ 11″ or
6’and has reddish blond hair and seems to keep in shape. Other than her
height there is nothing to distinguish her in a crowd- until she reaches
a toilet stall.

Then it’s like someone turned on a faucet and forgot to turn it back off!
I am no slouch in the bladder department and I’ve taken some pees that
have run pretty long, but this woman is in a league of her own. There
have been times when I’ve gone in and she’s in her favorite corner stall
peeing away. I’ll take my pee, finish, wash up and do all sorts of
brushing and cosmetics and she will still be peeing away as hard as when
I came in. I’ve even gone over to the sofa and sat there out of curiosity
and listened to her pee away for 6 or 7 full minutes. It’s downright
eerie. It gets longer.

She always seems to come during my mid-afternoon break to shatter my
peaceful restroom solitude. One of her idiosyncracies that gets to me is
when, right in the middle of peeing gallons, she will take her cell phone
out of her bag and call her older sister of mother. Then she’ll talk and
talk while she’s peeing and peeing, minute after minute. The thought
strikes me, don’t her relatives ever wonder what the endless waterfall
sound in the background of her phone call is? More than once she was like
umpteen minutes into a pee when, apparently out of boredom or distraction
she tapered-off her pee stream altogether and just jabbered on the phone.
After she was done talking she clicked the phone off, put it into her
purse and it was back to another 5 minute episode of Niagara Falls.
Simply incredible.

I’m probably just envious more than anything else. Often I wonder what it
would be like to own a bladder of her immensity. What would I do if I
knew my pees were going to effectively put a restroom stall out of
commision for the rest of the afternoon. And what about restroom
etiquette at a public concert where there are finite number of stalls? I
couldn’t possibly take my entire pee without “pissing-off” an entire line
of women waiting like twenty minutes for me to run dry. No, living with a
mega-bladder probably has it’s drawbacks.

On the other hand, if my bladder could hold as much as hers I could water
entire gardens or fill small circular inflatable children’s pools. In a
pinch I could body paint myself gray and pose as one of those peeing
staues at a party. Hey can’t everyone pee gallon upon gallon?

Seriously, has anyone encountered a mega-bladder like that?

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April
My daughter’s name is April and she is 8 years old and wears diapers to
poop in. She normally wears panties during the day and to school. But
when she needs to poop she will ask or get a diaper. Today we were out
running errands and she ask for a diaper so I got her one from the car.
We were in the store shopping I see her squating and the back of her
pants growing. We usually let her clean herself up. So while pulling her
diaper off the poop fell out on to her pants. I came and helped her but
did not have clean pants. She only had a diaper and shirt on walking
through the store to the parking lot. While driving home I smell
something bad I asked her if she pooped her diaper and she said no. When
we got home I pulled her diaper back and there was load in her diaper.
She is regular but just wants to poop in a diaper. I am trying to
embarress her with stories of other kids her age or around her age. Does
anybody have any like mind???? Thanks,

April’s mom

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Saturday, December 30, 2006

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