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smart guy!!!
hi. i haven’t posted up many stories up yet, because i’ve been busy.
anyways, i have a few i want to share.

When i was 18, i went out with this girl, Cinda, who’s also 18, and we
had a good time on our date. One night we went to a little mexican
resturant, then head over to the movies. While we were at the movies, she
looked really uncomfortable. I asked her if she was okay, she said yea.
After the movies, we started to walk back to her parent’s house. It
tooked 30 minutes, and half the time, she looks even more uncomfortable.
After we got there, She told me that her parents are out of town until
the next day, so she asked me if i wanted to come in. I said sure.

We were just hanging out, then I asked her if she was okay again, and she
said kinda. She told me she really have to crap. I told her nicely to go
to the washroom then. Then she said she gotten an idea, she asked me if i
want to watch. I was kinda amused, so i just said okay. She quickly told
me to come with her, and we head over to the backyard and we went into
her treehouse.

She quickly took off her clothes and put a sheet of newspaper under her.
She lean her butt towards me and started farting. Then she quickly
clenched her butt togethered and said “damn”! i asked her what, and she
told me to quickly grab one of the boxes thats almost right beside us and
put it under her. I asked her why, she yelled: “hurry up”. So i did, but
i asked her which one, she replied any. Once i had grabbed one, but i
didn’t know what to do with it. She then just started farting a tiny bit
more, than she just let her butt cheeks go.

once she did that, a gigantic solid log started to come out. She started
to have that really comfortable look on face. While she was still
pooping, she crossed her legs a bit and hold on to her bladder because
she had to pee really badly too. Then after a minute, she started to lose
control and started pissing onto her hand. After 20 more seconds, she
started to lose more control of her bladder and started pissing a little
bit more harder. She just let go of her bladder and just pissed all over
the floor.

She looked so relaxed and reliefed when she was emptying herself from
both ways. After 2 more minutes, she was finally finished pooping and
pissing. She was suprised on how much she did. We didn’t bother cleaning
the mess up, so we just head back inside her house after she put her
clothes back on.

The end. 🙂

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Mr. Clogs
Hey folks!

Mr. Clogs at it again, it’s been a while since I posted here. Nothing
really interesting as far as peeing and pooping is concerned. I had a
real desperate and exiting experience I want to share so here goes.

I was out shopping and I needed to pee. I was to lazy to walk down Mc
Donalds or Dunkin’ Donuts to pee. So I came up with a brilliant idea, and
guess what it is. Since it was a bit warm out and needed something to
drink, so I went to the dollar store and purchased a bottle of Gatorade
to drink because I need a bottle to pee in and enough to catch my pee in.
So I picked up a few items from downtown and proceeded go back to my car.
I was going to pee there, but my Gatorade was half empty. So I kept on
driving and go to another dollar store to pick up some more stuff. I got
to that dollar store and parted in the parking lot. Now the pressure was
getting big. I proceeded to grab my bottle and unzipped my jeans and pull
my underwear down so I could put my penis up to the bottle to pee in it.
Without hesitation, I just let loose, afraid I might wet my car seat and
my jeans, I had to stop the stream and dump the piss filled bottle
someplace. Once I was done, I closed the bottle and got dress and exited
my car. I found some grass in front of my car and discretely poured the
piss filled bottle there and threw the bottle back in my car for future
use.

I hope you enjoyed my post, plesse feel free to leave comments if you
wish. I was honor posting here, will check back later, until then have a
good day, weekend and Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there.

–Mr. Clogs

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BigPhil
To Jane the Secretary- Thankyou very much for elaborating on your pooing
routines as an air stewardess, darling! I would love to hear your stories
of your individual colleagues pooping, and also I’d love to hear of your
pooping experience with your 2 colleagues that you mentioned in your last
post! Good luck striking up an office toilets pooping conversation,
darling! x

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Anny
I watched a clip of the Megan Mullally Show, and on one particular
episode, Clay Aiken was on the show as a guest. Anyway, he was being
funny and snarky and making Megan laugh like crazy, and she held her
stomach. Then all of a sudden, out of the blue she said “I think I wet
myself a bit.” Of course, Clay was taken off-guard by her announcement
and he was killing himself laughing.

Just a cute little funny pee mention. Haha.

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Jamie
Just a few weeks ago I was driving to another state and I had just past
the rest stop when I relieved I really needed to crap.

I was holding it over an hour then finally I arrived at the next rest
area place. I got out nearly letting the turd come out my ass I ran into
the bathroom to see that the only stall avalible was taken, so I stood
there with my legs crossed wincing in pain.

I could here the woman in the stall taking a shit, it sounded like water
dropping into the toilet, but I knew it wasn’t. Then she farted so loud
she moaned a little. Then about five minates later she finally cam out of
the stall and I ran in.

I ran into the stall and pulled my pants down and let the first shit
slide out my ass, then came another that was very watery. Then I could
feel more inside so I pushed out came an explosion of watery shit. I
never thought it was gonna end. Then after that I crapped 2 more large
turds.

I finished up then I left.

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Jen
Hey, i’m new, but i’ve read multiple pages of posts here before ^_^ I’m
Jen *obviously*, I’m 14, Freshman in High School, live in the USA, more
specifically Michigan, 5’4″, brown hair, brown eyes, a little on the fat
side *183 LBS* and have an extreme pee fetish. I have read tons of
stories and just can’t get enough. So, to thank you for your amazing and
wonderful posts/events/stories, I decided to post a few of my own. They
have all happened in my younger years, when bathroom trips were limited
or not allowed during the grades these experiences have occured in. So,
to start off, I’ll begin with my youngest and only accidental wetting.

Grade 1: I was only around the age of 6 or 7, and at my old elementary
school, bathrooms were few and small. I had drunk a juice box with my
snack, and the recess after lunch *since we got 2 a day, one in early
morning, the other after lunch* began fine. I had felt the urge to pee
during my meal, but ignored it. Sure, I was young and didn’t mind being
seen holding myself, but I sat on my heel during this time, just to make
sure nothing happened. I had drunk 2 milks and had a peanut butter &
Jelly sandwich, so I headed outside with my few, very close, friends.
Today my mom was being extremely evil and forced me to wear a dress to
school, which I loathed. It was sunny yellow with small flowers all over
it.
I felt my bladder growing, and soon the urge of a bathroom never went
away, so i sat on the monkey bars, pressing my small crotch onto the bar,
keeping myself under control. My friends and I were talking, which helped
get my mind off my quickly filling bladder. Well, It didn’t help all that
much. I found it hard to sit still, so of course, my friends being as
curious as they were back then, asked what was wrong. I told them i
really needed to use the bathroom, and they told me to ask the teacher
supervising recess. I did, but she said I would have to be a big girl and
hold it for the last 20 minutes. I sighed and headed back to the monkey
bars, thighs squeezed shut. I was getting super full, since I hadn’t used
the bathroom at school at all during the day. My friends smiled at me
sympathetically, but they couldn’t help me. The playground had peagravel,
aka small stones, as covering for dirt, and they were covered in a dust
that never changed color, even when it rained.
Well, I was desperate by now, and since my friends knew, I began to hold
myself through my dress, grabbing at my crotch a lot. No one cared in
first grade, anyways. So my friends and I kept talking, mostly about
having to pee, which did NOT help my situation. I went and asked the same
teacher, saying it was a huge emergency, but she still denied me
permisssion to go inside and finally get some relief. ANd begged her, but
still got a ‘no’. I trudged back over and my friends said i should just
go in anyways. I didn’t wnat to get in trouble, so I stayed outside. I
was fully hoping from one foot to the next, holding myself through my
dress and trying to hold on. I felt my cotton panties get a little wet,
and felt a decent sized squirt come out. I froze and gasped, making my
friends stare. I got back in control and continued dancing. I felt a few
more spurts, then walked to the back corner of the money bars, feeling my
soaked panties in horror. I crouched down, sitting with my dress up a
little bit, and knew I couldn’t make it. My friends covered for me, while
watching my every move.
Eyes do not help a little girl desperate to pee, let me tell you. I felt
a huge squirt come out, and looked down. The peagravel was obviously wet,
considering I saw a few drops from my panties fall onto it. I sighed and
couldn’t believe it. I held myself, lucky to have friends there for me,
and soon felt a huge contraction, making me squirm and scruch up my face
in desire to pee. Another contraction followed, with an aftershock coming
on fast. I felt my extremely full bladder squeeze, letting out more,
large squirts, soaking the gravel. I pressed my hand into my cortch,
trying to stop it. I did, only to get my hand a little wet. I felt 3 more
contractions, and soon, lost it. I heard the loud hiss and felt the warm
pee run out of my, soaking my already really wet panties, making them
drip constantly, even after my stream finished. I couldn’t believe what I
had done. I stood up, my face frozen with horror, as my friends patted me
on the shoulder and helped me out a little. We went inside a few minutes
later, so if I could have only held it a little longer, I would have been
able to make it to a toilet in time. Instead, I went the rest of the 3
hours of school with cold, wet panties and then went to my grandmothers
house, where I couldn’t even change out of them. Let’s just say that day
was horrible.

Grade 6: By now I was 11, so I knew my bladder had grown a lot. I had
idiotically skipped my morning bathroom trip, due to the fact I woke up
extremely late. I didn’t really have to go all that bad, but I felt the
need deep inside myself. I went to school, jeans and a t-shirt, which was
my usual, and sat through 3 classes and lunch without a break for a piss.
Well, by now I had to go pretty bad, but since the lunch lines were so
bad during lunch, I got my food, ate it within 2 minutes, and then was
sent outside for my mini-middle school recess. I really needed to pee, so
my legs were tightly pressed together as I sat on a bar with my friends.
We were all pretty close, but none of them were very open, which was the
same with me. I sat cross-legged, which helped with my need, but not all
that much. We wnet back to our building and I was sent out to choir,
which was directly after lunch. Now our choir teacher, Mrs. M, was very
strict. No drinks, bathroom breaks, nothing what-so-ever in her class. So
I sang and sang, legs crossed, for another hour. Now I was bursting. I
knew if I didn’t find a toilet soon, my first grade expirience would be
relived. Mrs P. was my next teacher, who was very nice and sweet. She was
young too, a newlywed. We watched a movie in her class, but it was
optional to watch. I didn’t, and sat in the back alone, sitting on my
heel. I grabbed my daily planner, which had passes in the back, and
filled it out quickly. There were only about 20 minutes left of class
again, but I asked Mrs. P. If I could leave. She let me, and as I left, a
felt a small quirt release into my panties. I quickly walked down to the
girls room, across the building from my class, and opened a stall, only
to find it didn’t lock. I tried the next, dancing a little, only to find
no paper. By now i was fully hopping and squirming, not to mention had
one hand on my crotch, pressing hard, It had been about 6 hours since I
got up in the morning, and I found the next stall occupied, and finally
the last one was open. The toilet seat was nasty, but I didnt care. I
fumbled with my belt, which was pressing hard on my bladder. I got it
undone and pulled down my pants, seeing a few more squirts had escaped
and gotten my panties a little wet. I finally got the relief i so
desperately needed, and headed back to class. Mrs. P. asked if it was an
emergency, and I nodded.

Grade 6, a few weeks later: I woke up late again, but this time took my
normal bathroom break after I got up. I had 2 glasses of orange juice,
since it was winter and cold season. I didn’t have time during luinch to
use the bathroom, so I just held it as long as I could. By my last hour,
i was absolutely bursting. I was in a skirt, stupidly, and extremely
cold, which didn’t help at all. We were watching another movie in my math
class, and it was pretty pointless. Ms. S, my math teacher, was like my
choir instructor. I asked her near the end of class, during GYST *Get
Your Stuff Togather* and she said no, but in 15 minutes I could go, at
the end of school. I swore to god I could not sit still for the last 15
minutes. My teacher asked me If I was ok, but I just said I was fine. I
had a sweatshort on, so I took it off like I was too hot and put it over
my lap so I could hold myself, which helped a little. Soon, school got
out, but my teacher held me back, giving me a small lecture on being a
big girl and being able to control myself and my bodily functions. She
was all ‘Don’t ask if you know you’re going to be denied.’ and ‘Be
strong, you’re a big girl. You don’t have a small 4-year-old bladder,
Hold it becuase you have to’. She eventually let me go, and the entire
time while she talked to me I kept fidgeting, trying to act like I was
paying attention and not trying to keep myself from soaking my new skirt.
I grabbed my bag and walked calmly down the hall, pressing my legs
together the entire walk. I made it to the bathroom, threw down my bag,
and sprinted to a stall, finally being able to piss myself without
soaking my skirt, panties, or just plain humiliating myself.

Thats all, folks! I might post some more later ^_^

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Gruntly Bogwell
We are all drawn to this forum because of our interest in bodily
functions, ours and those of others. The pee crowd, the poo crowd and
equal opportunity pee-ers and poo-ers. For all you in the poo
crowd…just think every now and then we have to unburden our bowels, be
it several times a day or once a week. Our whole being becomes focused on
our lower colon and anus as we are seated on the commode, or squatting in
the woods. The effort to move the load in our bowels past our sphincter,
for relief. Our mind becomes one with the feeling of our anus, and the
type of movement we might have…from blasting diarrhea, to smooth and
easy, to knobby starters and smooth tapered enders…or hard and lumpy
constipated droppings. With apologies to Forrest Gump: Its like a box of
chocolates…you never know what you will get until you seat your self.
We have our suspicions given our past knowledge of the state of our
bowels…but color and consistency are still surprises. We have to focus
on our nether hole whether we like it or not…we can chat with friends
as we go…or struggle alone straining and grimacing, but in the back of
our minds we are monitoring our grunting action and how it feels coming
out. We can be totally naked, sweating bending and puffing…or perched
their in our best clothes and finest dresses taking a dump in spite of
ourselves. Our anus rules our life day in and day out and forces us to
come to terms with its needs. Some people try to forget about it and hold
it for several days…but, sooner or later they have to deal with the
brown-eyed monster.
Happy movements, one and all.

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Pinky Sweety Pie

1)Have you ever had diarrhea in your pants? Explain. Yes, that time when
I was sick.

2)What was the weirdest place you ever had to have diarrhea? In the pool
(I’m posting about that later)

3)what caused the worst diarrhea you ever had? Stomach flu!!!!!!

4)how often do you get diarrhea? I never really kept track.

5)do you enjoy having diarrhea? Sometimes, especially when I take
laxatives.

6)is your diarrhea explosive? Yes.

7)Have you ever had diarrhea in front of other people? Yes, I’ve done it
at a pool at a trailer park.

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Jenny
Nothing even remotely interesting to report about for the past few days –
my poops have been ordinary 1 or 2 medium pieces.

Now that it’s getting warmer, I’ll likely start swimming in the river
again. For some reason my poop is softer and very messy after a swim.

Since I have nothing else to share, I’ll share a story about my friend.
She has trouble pooping anywhere but her house, in that she will wait
until she is home at nearly any cost. Anyway, about 2 months ago, we were
finishing up after some hours of shopping. My friend whispered that she
needed to poop so we should leave.

We paid for our things and got in my car to go back to her house. During
the drive, she was getting increasingly uncomfortable. At last we pulled
up at her house and evidently my friend couldn’t even make it to the
bathroom – while she was unlocking the door I saw a bulge form in her
pants.

I didn’t say anything to her and just drove home. I think she knew I’d
seen what happened though.

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Riya, you absolutely DO NOT need to lose weight! According to the
calculations, your BMI is barely over 17. ~ric had the guidelines
correct, but somehow miscalculated your BMI. For anyone who is
interested, the calculations are as follows: Imperial (english; BMI =
weight (in lbs.) x 703 / height (in inches) squared. Metric; BMI = weight
(in Kg.) / height (in meters) squared. As you can see Riya, the normal
range for BMI us between 18.5 and 24.9, the median being 21.7, you are in
fact underweight. If your doctor is telling you that you need to lose
weight, I would suggest that you see another doctor. Doing the
calculation in reverse using 21.7 as the BMI, means that you should be
somewhere around 130 lbs. The old way to calculate weight was starting
with 100 lbs. at 5′, and adding 4 – 5 lbs. for each inch above that. So,
for someone who is say 5′ 9″, their weight = 100 lbs + 9 x 4 or 5 which
equals 136 – 145 lbs. This is not as accurate as BMI, but can still be
used. Right now, I would wait a little so far as the weight goes. At 14,
you’re still in the throws of puberty, and it’s a good bet that you will
fill out as time goes on. As long as you are eating enough, and are
eating fairly healthy, I wouldn’t worry about it right now. If you really
are concerned about it, talk to your parents, and see if they feel that
seeing a nutritionist is warranted.

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At a nude beach does everyone just pee openly because the are naked
already?

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JC
We all know that poop scenes in movies involving women are quite rare. I
just saw a movie with what I think may be the best female poop scene I
have ever seen in a regular commercial (not porno) movie. The movie is
called “Tart” and it was made around five years ago. It features a scene
where a young woman is at a party and to get back at some friends, she
goes into the bathroom and poops into an ice bucket. The scene is very
realistically done and you can hear her make some very realistic grunting
sounds as she poops. When she’s done, she wipes her butt, throws the
paper into a trash can and then leaves the bathroom and presents the ice
bucket to some girls she’s mad at. It’s a great scene! If you’ve never
seen “Tart”, try to find a copy…

Does anyone know of any other real good poop scenes involving women? (I
have no interest in the many such scenes involving men, so please don’t
mention Jeff Daniels). For me, a great poop scene is one where you can
actually see the girl on the toilet (or in this case, ice bucket) and you
can hear realistic fart or grunting sounds. The realism is important –
the fake fart sounds in the scenes in Scary Movie 2, Detroit Rock City
and Senseless really cheapen those scenes quite a bit.

If anyone knows of any other reasonably realistic female poop scenes in
movies, please list them.

Thanks!!

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Stefanie

Hi. My name is Stefanie. I am Germany. Here is my story:

Some weeks I was on a music festival near my home village. I drank a lot
and after a while I had to pee. On the way to the ladie´s room I met my
friend Diana, who had to go, too. Unfortunately there was a very long
queue at the toilet and we decided to go outside. We found a parking lot
started to pee. My friend that she had to poop and she would do it here.
In the next moment I heard a loud fart and she really started to poop
right in the middle of the parking lot. When she had finished we went
back to the festival.

Does anyone of you know some movies or TV series, where people use the
toilet?

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Plop goes the weasel
Wow, it’s been a REALLY long time since I posted on here- just a little
about myself, i’m a 6′ 2″ white college guy. I’m extremely athletic, and
currently am on our spring track team. On day after practice, I felt the
need to have a bm pretty badly. I was sure I could hold and just ignored
it. My friend Kayla and I were wandering around behind the track when she
sudeenly looked up at me with an alarmed expression on her face. Without
saying a word she darted into the forest behind the track and pulled down
her shorts and panties. Staring, I watched as she squatted and let out a
long stream of piss. It was amusing but at the same time I couldn’t stare
at her cute little butt without being reminded of what a crapload of shit
was blocked behind my own anus. Suddenly I got that feeling when you know
you can’t wait. My stomach gave a long gurgle and I ripped down my pants
and squatted down next to her.

Kayla looked up at me in surprise and started to say something, but my
now-bare anus gave her an answer before she finished.
“Prrft…Brrtprtttftt…….” I let out a long series of stinky farts
that sounded like a trumpet sounding behind us.”Prft…” Kayla started to
giggle. “Are you okay over there?” she asked. I just grunted.

My movement started just as she stood up and pulled her shorts over her
cute little ass. I could feel the first turd sticking it’s head out of my
buthole, and gave a little push just to get it started. It snaked out,
every now and again, a strained “prftt,” escaping around it. Kayla just
stared at me, as the turd started to taper off and fall to the ground
with a thud.

“Dude” she said, “That’s a good foot long, ready to go?” I shook my head
and the movement set my bowels into motion again. I felt another turd
poke its way out of my butthole, then just fall out. “Bfft..
Prtttt…FRRRRRRRRRRt. bRrt.” the sound effects continued for well over
five minutes before “ploploploploploploplop” little balls of barely
formed shit started cascading out of my anus.

When I finally stopped pooping I looked up at Kayla who was holding back
giggles. WHen I let out a loud “prfft” she gave in and started crying
with laughter.

I felt another turd startit’s way out, then snake it’s way to the ground
before I felt I was finished. Kayla passed me a kleenex from the little
pack in her backpack. I wiped and stood up.

We walked back towards the track when a cramp had me doubled over. I ran
back into the woods with Kayla at my heels, frantically pulled down my
shorts and boxers when liquid poop started shooting out of my ass. It
felt like I was peeing out of my butt for a few minutes, and then I
started farting really stinky ones. Kayla actually stepped back away from
me and started coughing because of the smell.

I started pooping again, a little more solid “ploploplipliploploplopl”
and then suddenly”whoosh…” more liquid poop. THis went on for ten
minutes before Kayla came and stood over me, rubbing my stomach. She
stayed in that position until I was finally done about twenty minutes
later. It took eight of her little tissues to clean up the mess and there
was a nice little pile left behind when we left.

It was an interesting experience, and I’d love to have it agian, tho this
time be the one watching!

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Linda
Linda from Australia here again:

To peeshyguy: I have had the same problem as you, being busting for a pee
but not being able to go. I remember a few years ago, I went on a bus
trip that took 10 hours. I had to pee really bad but I held on for as
long as I could. Then, when I couldn’t hold on any longer, I made my way
to the toilet at the back of the bus. I closed the door and sat down but
I just couldn’t piss. I sat there for 10 minutes but nothing came out. I
went back to my seat, still busting but I managed to hold on until we got
to our next stop (over 1 hour away) I was able to do a wee there and I
felt SO much better!!

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Laura (teacher)
Well, I don’t know how to explain this one, but, yesterday, I had such an
embarrassing episode at the dentist office. Yesterday started out as a
normal day, I got up at 4:45 AM, was at the Gym by 6 AM, I had a good
workout, showered, went to work, prepared my classes for the day, etc.

Well, to make a long story short, I had a dentist appointment during my
lunch break, and since I didn’t have a class to teach after my lunch
break, the scheduling worked out fine. When I arrived to the dentist, I
had my usual 6 month cleaning, etc. However, the dentist recommended that
I have x-rays to check to see if I had any cavities (I found out later
that I had no cavities). I told them (both the dentist and his assistant)
that would be fine. So, the dentist’s assistant ….she is a very nice
person, got the wings which you bite on. She set me up with the x-ray
bib, got her x-ray ready, etc. As I said, the first round of x-rays were
for the front teeth. No problem, bite down on the wings, she takes the
x-rays, and presto… Done! However, when it came time to take the x-rays
of my back teeth and molars, there was a problem. She took the wing and
placed it back into my teeth. I felt that I was going to gag, but, I kept
it under control. She told me to bite down and when I did, I gagged
uncontrollably. She came over and took the wing out. She told me that she
was sorry about that “I told her that it wasn’t a problem.” She inserted
it back into the back sides of my teeth, and once again, I had to bite
down. Unfortunately, the switch to turn on the x-ray was on the other
side of the room, so I had to bite down, she ran over to switch on the
machine. I could only bite down for approximately 1 second at the most
before I started to gag. Well, this happened for the second time, and
when I was biting down, I gagged so hard that I mistakenly belched as I
took it out of my mouth. I guess she thought I was going to be sick as
she grabbed a bucket and put it under my mouth. When she did that, I
started to chuckle, “I told her I wasn’t going to be sick, I just can’t
seem to hold that in the mouth.” We tried it again, (you know, the third
time is charm). I did better, but, I gagged as it went into the mouth. We
finally got that x-ray!

Now, we had to do the right side of the mouth. Due to the amount of
gagging, I was starting to develop an upset stomach. She placed the wing
in as best she could, and when she told me to bite down, I did and the
gagging reflex took over. As I was gagging, the most embarrassing thing
happened to me, I farted. This fart was approx. three seconds in length,
it was loud and it really stunk. I could smell my putrid smell escaping
my panties and skirt while I was sitting there in the dentist chair.

When she took the wing out of my mouth, she asked if I was okay. “I told
her I was, I guess we’re just having bad luck with this.” She was
extremely nice, and she asked if “I wanted to step outside for a little
while and come back in soon?.” Meaning, do I have to take a dump? lol…..
“I told her that I would be fine, I just want to get this over with.”
After a few more unsuccessful tries, we finally got the x-ray. Because of
the amount of gagging, I really had an upset and sore stomach. I thanked
the assistant for her patience. I was starting to develop a large urge to
poop, but, because of the embarrassment, I wanted to simply leave the
building. As I was waiting along side the check out window, I had to
poop, and decided to make a visit to the ladies room.

Unfortunately, as luck would have it, the ladies toilet, was simply that,
a very tiny washroom, with paper thin walls and a paper thin door. Also,
the washroom was located 4 feet in front of the check in / check out
area. There was a large line at the check in area, but, I decided to go
for it anyway. I closed the door, locked it, pulled up my skirt, pulled
down my panties and sat down. Immediately, I blew out a long and
extremely loud fart. Then I started to drop my
logs….plop…..plop……plop……one after the other. I peed loudly for about 10
seconds, and I could feel my stomach wanting to evacuate more. I blew out
another loud wet fart…..I tried to be quiet as I could hear people
outside the paper thin door. I could feel more poop wanting to come out,
I placed my elbows on my thighs, leaned over, farted again then dropped
more logs. Kersplonk, kersplonk, kersplonk, kersplonk….into the water
below. My stomach was still a little upset, but, I felt that I was done
for the time being. I wiped my front, then wiped my behind multiple
times, threw the poopy toilet paper into the toilet, pulled up my
panties, lowered my skirt and flushed. I washed my hands and then I
looked for the spray to cover up my smell, I couldn’t find any. I walked
out of the washroom, unfortunately, as luck would have it, a woman was
waiting to use it. As soon as I stepped out, she stepped right in. How
embarrassing. The smell must have been horrible for her. As I was walking
out of the building, I got a few stares from the people who were waiting
in the waiting room. I know they must have heard me farting, pooping,
peeing and wiping in there. I was extremely embarrassed, but, my bowel
movement was something that could not wait. I quickly exited the building
and went to work.

As I was saying, my stomach wasn’t quite settled. When I arrived at the
school where I teach, I had to go again. I parked my car, walked to the
staff women’s room, entered a stall, latched the door shut, pulled up my
skirt, pulled down my panties and sat down. I released a lot of gas and
pushed out a few more pieces of poop. My stomach was settled, I wiped my
front, then my butt, flushed, pulled up my panties, lowered my skirt and
washed up. Boy, did I stink up both bathrooms. I wasn’t embarrassed about
having to poop at work, but, I was extremely embarrassed having to take a
loud, stinky dump at the dentist’s office. Oh well, we all have to poop
and a woman has to do what a woman has to do. I shouldn’t have been
embarrassed, but, what can you do?

I’ll talk to you all soon!

~Laura

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THUNDER FROM DOWN UNDERHard poos again!!!
Back on pain meds and I notice my poos becoming harder so I take
metamucil and that makes them bigger and harder. When things get worse I
am unable to go in the morning. Yesterday I did not go before work…had
no urge. I had to go straight to see a customer and was there for a few
hours. Towards the end of my visit I could feel pressure down
there…nothing urgent…just pressure. I knew this was going to be a big
poo..large and hard. Upon concluding the appointment I drove to a public
toilet not far away. It was one of those new toilets that automatically
flush etc. I pressed the button and went in. I did not fancy sitting on
the seat so I hovered from on high. Basically I drop my trousers etc bend
my knees a bit lean forward and position my bum above the toilet bowl. To
the back of the toilet was a full lenght mirror (actually polished
metal). If I looked around I could see a good view of my butt.
Pushing began and the stubborn turd made its way to my rectum but it was
big and rock like. To me grunting is very important because to hold
breath and push puts much more strain on the veins and therefore piles or
even a stoke.. I had to push and push and push and grunt and gasp and
sigh. Looking around I could see this big log rigidly protruding out of
my rear. Another push and plop! There were several other hard turds to
push out and a few times I unashamable cried out in pain, or exhaustion.
But sweet Victory! I had a good BM as far as quantity. I looked down and
those turds looked mean. No toilet paper…not to worry..I had a few
tissues in my pocket and as it was all so solid there was not much wiping
to do.
Today I pooed OK but my arse is still sore so tonight I will take my
Colyxl and Senna and have an easy BM or two, or three, tomorrow and no
straining and it will give my poor bum a rest.
THUNDER

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Rob
My buddies Jason and Keith were shopping for Mothers Days presents at the
mall last night. We ate Mexican and Chinese at the food court, and we all
had to shit really bad. The mens bathroom is right in the food court. But
we were shocked that all the toilet stall doors were ripped off. It would
not be embarrasing, except that everytime the main door swung open, the
three of us were on display to everybody near the water fountain. There
were a bunch of giggling gals, I’d say around 18-20 years old peeking in
and laughing at us. It was really embarrasing when we had to wipe our
asses. We laughed and tried to time our wipes while the main door was
closed. Bad design for a bathroom, if you ask me.

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JW
Jane the Secretary- I’m fasinated by your stories of airline pooing
please tell us more about the poo’s you’ve shared with work mates. Have
you ever gotten so constipated on a long haul flight that you needed an
enema? Every given or received one from a work mate?– JW

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Sita
To Amy. I feel very sorry for you. I don’t know what I do if I did
bathroom in my panties. I think I run away from home, it so horrible. My
best friend did big pee in her panties coming home from school once and
she cry very much. I have almost done poo in my panties at shopping
centre and it frighten me a lot. But I think poo most embarrassing.

I like doing survey too.

1) Do you poop every day? if not how often? It usually about 3 times in
week sometimes only 2 times.
2) when do you poop during the day? Morning or night. Because I hate
doing poo at school.
3) Do you fart loudly when ur pooping? No it very bad to make noise from
bum.
4) How bad do you think your poop stinks on a scale of 1-5? 1>normally
stinky, 2> Spray the bathroom warn the next user, >3 adjoing room
clearing, 4> Enforces someones gag reflex>, or 5> house clearing 3. 1
unless my ???? upset.
5) What clothing do you find yourself wearing when you have to poop?
Jeans mostly
6) Do you think your poops are big in size? Yes and sometimes it hurt
coming out.
7) How many pieces of poop do you dispense? 1 or 2 mostly
8) When you flush, do you leave skidmarks or small pieces of poop in the
toilet? Big brown marks lots of times.
9) Do you ever clog the toilet? A few times.
10) Do you proudly admit to others that you have pooped, No I hate it if
I have to go at school because then my friends know im doing poo.
11) Do you poop with the bathroom door open? No. I always lock door so
nobody see me sitting on toilet

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Johnathan
1. Do you pee in the pool? some times
2. Doyou pee in the ocean at the beach? yes
3. in the shower? yes
4.in bushes? Yes
5.in the tub? no
6. have you ever pooped out of a window? no

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Fluidity
Jane the Secretary
Thank you so much for your report of stewardess bathroom expoits. We
passangers always assume you have bladders and bowels of steel since we
never see you releiving yourselves.

How about some stories you must have of passengers caught short and
queued up in extreme distress. Your vantage point would be a good
one to see such things. Have you ever moved someone to the front of
the line because of a convincimg story.

Anything you contribute would be deeply appreciated since you have
unique insight.
flu

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marcobrave
Hi everyone. I’ve been a long time reader but finally feel brave enough
to start sharing. Because of this forum, i now know that girls as well as
guys have unavoidable accidents. It’s good to know that i am not alone
when it comes to having accidents or having this secret interest in the
toilet. I’m 30 years old and am fully blind. I relate to the world
through touch and sound so i have had this thing with the toilet for a
long time. I do listen to others doing their business, friends, and
strangers. When i was little at this bording school that i had attended,
the first two years, we had co-ed washrooms so i got to hear both girls
and guys doing their thing. I guess i should share a recent story, a near
accident.

About 2 weeks ago, i was taking my walk in this park that is near to
where i live. Since i live near a busy street, it is my way to escape
from the noise by going to this park where all i can hear is the birds
singing. Well, i went on this walk and was standing at this fence which
was the barrier to keep the public away from the river because the land
near the river had erroded and was dangerous. I love listening to the
river and had spent about an hour doing just that when i felt the need to
pee. And because my feet were starting to hurt too, i decided to make my
30 minute walk back home. Well, as i got closer and closer to the house,
the pain in my bladder was getting greater and greater, and just as i
entered my yard, i felt this great pressure in my bladder and was having
troubles holding it. Just as i got into the door, the pressure was so
great that i ended up peeing for a second into my underwear which seemed
for the moment to have relieved the pressure. But isn’t it interesting
how when you really need to do something that all the things that you
could do before now become hard to do. For me, it was taking off my
shoes. I’ve never had a problem before or since taking off my shoes but
this time, for some strange reason, i just couldn’t untie my right shoe
and i just didn’t have the time to try to figure out what was wrong so i
ended up just going down the stairs with the one shoe on my right foot
and it felt really aukward to walk. But finally i reached the toilet and
knowing the relief that was awaiting for me, i quickly pulled down my
pants and underwear and as soon as i sat down, the pee just went out of
me real fast. When i was finished, i had examined my underwear and
discovered that they hadn’t gotten too wet. Wow, was that ever close.

I usually pee sitting down because i hate cleaning up pee that sprays
onto walls when i used to stand. The only time i seem to pee standing up
is when i am in a public washroom. When at home or at a friend’s place, i
usually pee sitting down. I wonder if there are other guys who do this
too? Now i feel better that i have shared this. It’s hard to share with
friends because it is so embarrassing to admit that i just about had an
accident. I don’t even tell my best friend this stuff either. I suppose
she would understand, but it is hard to bring up my experiences about
peeing with my best friend. I’ll save my many other stories for another
time.

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Hey sean i would like to hear about more of your pants pooping experiences

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Monday, May 14, 2007

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~ric
Tia and Joshua have recently filled in this survey so I thought I’d add
my answers too.

1) Do you poop every day? if not how often?
No. I poop not every day but most days, and sometimes twice in one day,
but I rarely go without for more than three days.

2) When do you poop during the day?
Usually early evening, after I get home from work.

3) Do you fart loudly when ur pooping? before, or at the end?
Sometimes – most often at the start but sometimes during or after. Not
really predictable!

4) How bad do you think your poop stinks on a scale of 1-5? 1>normally
stinky, 2> Spray the bathroom warn the next user, >3 adjoing room
clearing, 4> Enforces someones gag reflex>, or 5> house clearing.
Usually in the range 1-3 but just occasionally it is worse.

5) What clothing do you find yourself wearing when you have to poop?
If at home as little as possible, otherwise whatever.

6) Do you think your poops are big in size?
No, but once in a while I surprise myself.

7) How many pieces of poop do you dispense?
Often just one comfortably stiff log, which sometimes falls to pieces as
it comes out, and other times a load of soft chunks. Either, or a
combination of both, are quite normal for me.

8) When you flush, do you leave skid marks or small pieces of poop in the
toilet?
Both happen but only ocasionally.

9) Do you ever clog the toilet?
It hasn’t happened yet.

10) Do you proudly admit to others that you have pooped?
No, but I’m not too shy to admit that I have if for some reason it is
mentioned.

11) Do you poop with the bathroom door open?
When alone at home well yes of course I do. Elsewhere no: this is mainly
to avoid other people’s embarrassment but if I know that this is not an
issue then yes. Outdoors is the same, be it pee or poop.

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Vaness
The ideas are very interesting, so I will fill out all of them.

Yesterday, I had such a releiving dump I almost sat there for the restr
of the day because it felt so good. The crapp was loaded so high it
touched my butt. Very relaxing.

My friend was over and I heard her say that she needed to pee. We were
walking over to a porta-potty and She started complaining about a need to
crap. We got there and she rushed in. I could here a violent stream of
piss coming out and many loud, long farts. There were some loud splooshes
and figured it was crap. I also heard frantic scraping. – ?

Well, since I am a child, this is easy to remember.

I was playing outside and I really needed to go. I knew I wouldn’t make
it to the toilet so I went to a bush and squatted, crapping a large pile
of mush.

I have gone on the floor. I waited too long and rushed to the bathroom
while pulling my pants down. I squatted over what I thought was the
toilet and wound up crpping on the floor.

I crap and piss.

I’ll save this for another entry-it’s too long.

Tell the rest later

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NorthPole
It’s been a long time since I posted here, and I’ve got a lot to write
about.
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but in my bedroom I keep a 5
gallon bucket with a airtight lid by my bed so that I can pee and poop in
it. I hadn’t used it at all until recently. I was sitting at my computer,
typing a few emails when suddenly, I had to poop. NOW. I knew there was
no way to make it to the bathroom, so using both hands I started undoing
the belt on my dress pants and undoing the lid. Before I even sat down
completely on the bucket, I felt a huge log coming out. It finally landed
with a thud in the bottom of the bucket, and I felt I was done, but I had
to pee too, so I aimed my willy down in the bucket and peed for about 20
secs. Afterwards, I dumped the bucket out, used deoderizer in it so it
didn’t smell at all, and put it back away. The very next day, I was
reading a book in bed, and I felt the need to pee, but it wasn’t
desperate, but to save the time of going to the bathroom at the other end
of the house, I simply rolled over, unzipped my jeans and peed into my
bucket. I pushed a little bit to see if there was any poop that wanted
out, but there was none. Later that afternoon, we went out to dinner, and
since it was a pretty nice restaurant I dressed up. It seems like I dress
up a lot, and I don’t like it a whole lot, because I almost never wear a
belt and when I have to poop, it seems to take forever to undo my belt.
Anyway, for those who are interested I wore a three-piece suit, my very
best one, as it was a really nice restaurant. After dinner, my parents
started to chat a little, and my stomach started gurgling. That meant a
major bathroom visit was needed, and pretty soon. I excused myself, and
as I walked into the bathroom, I almost pooped my pants. The urge hit
really fast, and I couldn’t believe how fast it came on. I practically
ran in the stall and only closed the door after I was sitting on the
throne. I immediately began pooping, with this hot, liquid poop coming
out at supersonic speeds. It was awful. This kept up for 45 minutes, with
only a few breaks, I had to keep flushing, otherwise the toilet would
have filled up completely. Finally, I was done and came out, my parents
figured out why I had taken so long and didn’t comment on anything. We
drove home and I ended up being sick all night with diarhea and vomiting.
Found out it was food poisoning the next morning, and man it was awful.

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Katie-Kat
I am a runner. I love to run – but sometimes it makes me shit a lot.
Here’s a story about it.
Once I was running in the woods and felt the need to crap and piss. I
ignored my grumbling stomach and ran for another mile until I was almost
doubled up. I slid off my panties and shorts and took a long pee. Then I
squatted, grunted, and heaved.
A spurt of diarrhea exploded from my anus. I felt sick as the liquid shit
poured from my hole. “Ughh,” I moaned. “This sucks–” and then I puked. I
gave a rumbling fart and out came a wave of liquid, then a great turd. It
spread my anus wide.
I gritted my teeth and shoved it out. Then I puked again. Out came more
diarrhea and I was done. I put on my lower garments and started running
back.
This time I couldn’t hold it in. It exploded in my pants and I vomited
hideously. For two days straight I was a puking, crapping machine. Every
time I wasn’t on the loo and needed to go, it was in my pants. I also
kept wetting myself as the warm poo covered my ass.
Then finally firm turds emerged. I felt much better.
Rather short…oh well.

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Tia
Survey I found a lot of pages back:

1) Do you poop every day? if not how often? Yes, I do take a poo
everyday. 3 times day is usually the max I’ll go.
2) when do you poop during the day? Afternoons/evenings
3) Do you fart loudly when ur pooping? before, or at the end? I fart
before all the time and depending on how much I push, I’ll fart during as
well
4) How bad do you think your poop stinks on a scale of 1-5? 1>normally
stinky, 2> Spray the bathroom warn the next user, >3 adjoing room
clearing, 4> Enforces someones gag reflex>, or 5> house clearing.. 1. It
just stinks a tiny bit
5) What clothing do you find yourself wearing when you have to poop? A
t-shirt. My pants and panties are always off
6) Do you think your poops are big in size? No. Unless I haven’t gone in
a few days
7) How many pieces of poop do you dispense? 2 logs and about 50 or so
little pieces
8) When you flush, do you leave skidmarks or small pieces of poop in the
toilet? Sometimes there’s skidmarks
9) do you ever clog the toilet? Rarely
10) do you proudly admit to others that you have pooped, Most of the time
11) Do you poop with the bathroom door open? No. Never

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