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amanda
i’m amanda, i’m 17, blonde. i wanted to share the stories of two
accidents i’ve had. first of all i do NOT have any sort of interest or
enjoyment out of going to the bathroom in my pants, i find it
uncomfortable and very embarassing. however i’ve had 3 accidents and
there is one in particular that i wanted to talk about. the first two i
had were both horrible experiences. when i was in 14 and in 8th grade we
had to take these state standardized tests on like math, reading and
writing. they were really long you did them in 2 hour sessions for 3 days
this one week and the problem was you couldn’t talk or leave the room the
whole time. long story short, i made the mistake of not going to the
girl’s room before one of my tests. before the test was over my bladder
was throbbing and i was squirming like crazy in my seat but eventually i
was too weak to hold on anymore, and i flooded my jeans and made a big
puddle under my desk during the test. it was extremely humiliating, i was
very very upset and i didn’t go to school the next day and i was self
conscious about it for years. my second accident happened last year when
i was 16 and in 10th grade. i had been staying after school a lot to work
on missed assignments because i was absent a lot and it was getting
toward the end of the year. how it worked was if you stayed after you
either had to arrange for a ride home or get the late bus, which didn’t
come until 5pm. well i was finished my work at about 4:10. most days my
mom was able to pick me up but she couldn’t this day because she had to
take my brother to the dentist, therefore i had to wait for the late bus.
the problem was i had to poop kind of bad. i figured i could hold it in.
luckily the bus came early, at around 4:45 so i was confident i could
make it home without an accident. little did i know, since i’d never used
the late bus, was that there was only one so it had to take kids to
places on all different bus routes, so it was gonna be a long ride. and
of course the driver first took us in the complete opposite direction of
my house. i got really worried and the need to poop was growing more and
more unbearable. i was starting to panic, because to be a 16 year old
girl and poop your pants on the bus would be social suicide. it become
quite evident after a while that that was exactly what was going to
happen whether i wanted it to or not. we were starting to head back
toward my end of town but by know i had already had three red alert
situations where the poop was trying to force it’s way out and it took
everything i had in my to hold it in. on the third one it felt like a
little bit went into my underwear. i knew if it happened one more time i
wasn’t going to be able to stop it. my eyes welled up and i was trying
not to burst out crying because that would attract attention which i did
NOT need. finally, another intense urge struck, and out of reflex i
leaned forward in my seat and raise my butt slightly off the seat and
farted loudly just before a big mushy poop quickly pushed out into my
panties, smooshing between my butt and my tight jeans and spreading out
in the seat of my pants. i was in a state of shock about what was going
on and i just turned to the window and cried as quietly as i could. my
stomach was really cramped and i still had to poop very very bad, but i
had already pooped some and my jeans were so tight that it was like the
rest couldn’t come out. it was agony. i was 16 and on the bus with poop
in my pants, and i still had to poop even more. the only lucky part was
there were only 5 other kids on the bus and we were all kind of spread
out. the discomfort got so bad that i was trying to force more poop out,
but my pants were just too tight. it was horrible. finally my stop was
the 2nd to last. i had to walk past 2 kids to get off the bus and i think
they knew what happened because of the smell and a lump on my butt. when
i got off the bus i burst out sobbing and started to walk home. it felt
really weird smooshing against my butt. the cramps from still needing to
go got bad enough that i finally continued pooping my pants. i stopped on
the sidewalk and bent slightly at the knees as another big mushy poop
forced it’s way out, filling up the seat of my pants and making the bulge
even bigger. i continued my walk home and i pooped two more times before
i got to my house. by the time i reached my drive way it felt like i
shoved a pound of warm…cookie dough or something down my pants and it
felt really weird to walk. luckily no one was home and i was able to go
upstairs and clean up in private. i had pale pink panties on and they
were totally fully of poop, but it was kind of solid and all fell out
into the toilet at once and surprisingly it didn’t look like there was
gonna be much of a stain so i kept them. unfortunately when they came out
of the wash there was still a pretty obvious brownish stain throughout
the seat of my panties and i think my mom suspected i had pooped myself.
anyway that was a very interesting and embarassing experience, and it
feels good to tell someone aobut it for some reason.

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Sammie
Hey I’m Sammie. I’m 15, 5’4, blond hair and fairly slim.

Yesterday I witnessed my friend Lottie peeing her pants. It was about
11.30 at night and we (me, Lottie and our other friend Kayla)were walking
from the train station to her house (about a 15 min walk). All the train
trip Lottie was pee dancing because she had to go pee so bad. I wasn’t
worried about her as once we got off the train it wasn’t too long a walk
to her house so I thought she’d make it.

Anyway we were about 5 mins from her house when Lottie suddenly stopped
and grabed her crotch, ‘oh my god you guys I’m peeing in my pants’ she
said in a kind of shocked voice. Kayla and I both started laughing cos we
both thought she was kidding around. This made Lottie start to laugh then
she said, ‘seriously guys I can’t stop I’m totally pissing myself really
bad’. I wasn’t sure yet if I believed her but after about 10 secs I heard
this spattering sound and looked at the ground to see a puddle quickly
forming below Lottie. She kept spattering pretty hard and fast and the
puddle grew pretty huge. She must of been having a serious gusher. She
peed for over a minute before going ‘omg I cannot believe I just wet my
pants!’

She was kinda embarrassed about her accident so I told her about an
accident I had recently where I peed my pants pretty bad too. If anyone
wants to hear about it let me know and I’ll post it.

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Alice
Hey all!

I haven’t been able to post or read lately, because I was having a
terrible headache. It’s gone now, so here’s a new post of mine, including
my first story! I still have to read A LOT of posts so I can not react to
them in this post. Sorry! 😛

Erica: I think it’s wonderful that your sister and your date are into
this stuff too! I can’t wait to see what happens next too!
You also asked about the punishment for having an accident. Well, I
usually have an accident about once a month and my parents are not very
strict about this – as long as it is only about once a month. I am very
sure that they will be more strict if I would have more accidents, but at
the moment I do not get really ‘punished’.
When I have my monthly accident and they find out about it, they usually
send me to clean everything up as soon as possible. If it was an accident
at home and for example I wet something like the floor, I have to clean
that up myself too, but that seems locical to me. I will almost always
take a shower after an accident. I just leave the clothes I wet in the
shower while I wash myself, so they do not get pee-stained too badly.
After the shower I will wring them out and hang them to dry. Then my
mother can put them in the washing machine, however if she does not know
about my accident, I will hide the clothes and wash them myself later
when no-one is at home.
Though I don’t get ‘punished’, my parents do ask me things like ‘Do you
have to go to the bathroom?’ or ‘This will be a long drive, do you…’
and stuff like that until a couple of days after the accident, but I know
they just don’t want me to be embarassed by having an accident. Sometimes
my sister teases me, but only a little bit and only when we are at home.
I guess that is the ‘real’ punishement for me! 😉 The rest of the time
she is a very sweet sister.

Now for my story.
Because I like detailed stories on this forum, I will try to make my own
a detailed one!

This happened on Christmas Day, when only me and my sister were at home.
I was wearing bikini-style panties, a tight green pants and a tight red
top. I knew I needed to go to the bathroom, but it was not very urgent
and I just went downstairs. There, I sat down against the heater and
watched some tv. A couple of minutes later, my sister joined me: she sat
down on the couch. The need to pee was becoming more and more urgent, but
I could still manage and it was so nice and warm there watching the tv, I
did not get up. When I shifted a bit, it felt a bit damp and I felt my
butt. As I told you in my first post, I dribble when I have to go and I
sure was dribbling, but only a little bit. I didn’t care and just
continued to watch tv.
Twenty minutes later I scratched my butt and to my surprise I had been
dribbling rather fast! The wet spot on my butt must’ve been 15 cm wide.
Because I was sitting on my butt against the heater, my legs were dry,
only my crotch was a bit wet too. By now I realised that I had a problem.
I did not want my sister to see me in wet pants so I could not just stand
up and walk away, she would see. Running was not an option because my
bladder certainly did not feel like doing that! 🙂 I decided to wait
until my sister left. I needed to do something about the wet spot (small,
but noticable) on my crotch, though. I decided to grab a pillow from the
couch. So I stood up and quickly snatched a pillow. Wrong, that was too
fast! A large spurt escaped into the seat of my panties and tight pants
and because I was no longer sitting, but rather standing up, it wet my
legs instead of my butt. I think it went until half of my thigh. I
regained control after just one spurt (pfew…) and flopped down against
the heater, feeling another small spurt soak it’s way through my clothes.
I quickly positioned the cushion on my lap to hide the now slightly
larger wet spot. I felt myself getting red in the face and tried to look
neatral. Thankfully, all I got from my sister was a weird look, then she
turned her attention back to the tv. Now I was really pressing my thighs
together.
Luckily ten minutes later my sister finally got up. Hurray!! …or not.
She was going to the bathroom downstairs, so I had to climb the stairs to
get to the bathroom! As soon as she closed the bathroom door I trew away
the pillow and stood up, accompanied by a small spurt. As fast as I could
while pressing my thighs together I walked to the bottom of the stairs.
My sister could come out of the bathroom any time, so I just had to climb
the stairs quickly. I thought ‘If I do it quickly it will be over soon.’
So while now holding myself I ‘rushed’ (well, not very fast, but fast
enough ;)) upstairs, leeking with every step I took, but I didn’t care: I
HAD to get to the bathroom. When I reached the bathroom I just slammed
the door shut behind me and locked it. While now dancing a bit and
holding myself I lifted the toilet cover. Now I was peeing almost
continuesly slowly but surely. I just couldn’t take it anymore and lost
the battle. I didn’t even have the strength to sit down on the toilet: I
just stood there wetting my bikini-style panties and tight green pants,
crying softly, because though I like peeing and very sometimes also
pooping my panties, I do not like loosing control. The pee now streamed
down my legs and I just finished peeing. I then cleaned up the mess and
went downstairs to clean up what I had left there. There was a tiny wet
spot here I sat earlier which smelled faintly of urine. I cleaned it up
and luckily no-one said anything in the days after my accident, so I
don’t think anyone noticed.

I know it’s a bit late, but…
Happy newyear!
Alice

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Multi-drop Pete
I had several jobs before becoming a multi-drop delivery man. I was a bus
driver for a while; my job took me out to a bus depot some distance from
my usual route, where I used the drivers’ toilet. A compact 2-man trough,
I was shoulder-to-shoulder with another driver, so when I had finished I
politely turned away from him before tucking my willy away. That put me,
indecently exposed, face-to-face with the cleaning woman! Neither of us
said anything; I tried to pretend she didn’t exist as I made myself
decent. Funny thing is, I had to visit the same depot five more times
during the next couple of weeks, and every single time when I went for a
pee the same cleaner followed me in. Spooky! Just a weird coincidence I
suppose.

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Ami
Shy girl, I LOVED your story about having to hold it in when you went to
Kim’s house! I am also quite shy in some situations and I have made a
connection to a story. I think I’m even more shy than you!

Well I was about 10 years old when this happened. It was summer. I had
gone to my friend chelseas house after school and I don’t pee at scool a
lot. I had not peed that day and I was starting to regret it. Since I
almost never pee at school, I’m always dying to pee when I get home, so
when I got to my chelseas house, I was bursting. Worst part is, since it
was so hot outside, her mom had made us lemonade! The king of bladder
filling! She asked me, “ami, do you want lemonade?” I could not say no.
So I drank a cup of lemonade then I went upstairs with Chelsea and we
played connect four. Now or course, I could not have fun with the game
because I was so focused on my bladder. The lemonade had made it fill up
even more. I just tried to act normally like my bladder wasnt full and
played several rounds of connect four with her. I was of course, now
dying to pee but I really didn’t want to use her bathroom. Well then we
decided to watch some TV. When I sat down on the couch I got a little bit
distracted from my need to pee, but then the urge hit me again, this time
worse than before. I was now in pain and was wondering for how much
longer I would stay at Chelsea’s house. Fortunately my mom called and
said that I had to go home. So I tried to act like I didn’t want to leave
when I said goodbye to chelsea but I was of course, happy. So I biked
home, (I had gone to Chelsea’s house with my bike.) Fortunately, I don’t
live too far from her house, and I raced upstairs and peed a huge yellow
stream. I must have peed for about 3 minutes, did it feel good! So
everybody, always pee at school, so you don’t suffer what happened to me!
And BTW, happy 2008! Ami

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curious
hi, I’m a long timelurker but have never posted on this site before. I
was wondering, is it common for teenage girls to pee themselves, I mean
to pee a little when they laugh. I hear my sister laughing at her friends
(they’re usually laughing about it too) saying that “she peed herself
earlier.” or something towards those lines and I hear her friends say
that they’re gonna pee laughing. is this common for teenage girls ?

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Emily
I’m 14 and live in the midwest. Our city is average size and other than
at school, I don’t have to pee or crap away from home that much. The
first day of Christmas break I remember sitting in my bathroom (yes, I’m
an only child and don’t have to share!) at 9 a.m. thinking about how nice
it was to have my morning crap at home and not at school since I worry
about being late to class, what I’m sitting in (if you don’t look
carefully when you sit down, you could be sitting in some squatter’s
urine or worse–yes, occasionally there are complete logs of shit
sometimes left on the seat and since our seats are black, it doesn’t
always stand out because the lights are dim), and my seat at home is not
cold like many of the seats at school. I had one of the largest and most
complete craps in weeks because I was relaxed. Then about noon I peed–it
was very relaxing and satisfying. About 1 p.m. I got an e-mail from my
grandma who lives in the New York City area and my Christmas surprise:
she had paid for my trip to visit her over my two week break. So the day
after Christmas, my mom drives me to the airport at 4 a.m. (grandma has
always liked what she calls the “red-eye”–I just call them the cheapest
flights) and my mom heads downtown nearby to her office. Going through
security with my two bags was fast at that time of day. and while waiting
for my flight to depart, I stopped at a coffee kiosk and that made me
realize that I had better going in and pee before I boarded. The lines
were getting longer and more people were waiting, so I figured I’d better
hustle into the bathroom. There were only about a dozen stalls in this
bathroom, and there were several women waiting. Some had children with
them and that added to the wait. By the time I had gotten into my stall,
I had to pee badly (my grandpa use to say that for those of us with small
bladders, what goes in will come out and only faster!) and since I
noticed that I had drank about half my large cup of coffee, well, I knew
what was coming. First, an older lady came out, actually bumped into me
at the doorway and almost spilled my coffee. The smell was obvious–she
had just crapped, and once I looked at the stool I could see the
evidence. There was almost a fully-stinky bowl of both crap and pee and
and she had sat on toilet paper that was left half-hanging from the seat.
I held my coffee in my left hand and used my right hand to slide the
toilet paper (it looked like about 3 layers–she must have been a really
paranoid person, but I guess I don’t believe in covering the seat). It
was puzzling when I looked for the flusher and found none. And there was
no sensor light flashing either behind the stool. By now, me pee was
starting to do some radical things in my bladder, so I put my coffee cup
down on the floor, pulled down me jeans and panties and seated myself to
pee. The noise and stench was somewhat distracting to me as I tried to
get my pee flow going, but once I got it started, I again went to look
for where the sensor was. Now that I was on the stool, I found that
someone had put a small, yellow piece of notepad paper over it. While I
was still peeing, I kept turning around and I was tempted to pull it off,
but I remembered that I had seen heavily-used and loaded toilets like
that flood and that was something that I wanted no part of. Initially, I
was thinking of taking it off just as I was opening the door to leave,
but I was wired pretty good from my coffee that I finished by the time I
was done on the stool, so I just said to hell with the flushing. I know I
learned in 8th grade social studies that it was bad “citizenship” to do
something like that but I just wasn’t in the mood. I went to wipe and
found that both rolls of toilet paper in the dispenser were gone (I just
think its wasteful to use so much paper to cover the seat and then to
have no for the more important tasks such as wiping, but that’s just my
opinion). I know my mom always covers the seats or she’ll hover, but
that’s just what her generation was taught. Anyway, I pulled my panties
and jeans up from stool level (I learned a couple of years ago that they
can get wet if you allow them to fall all the way down over your shoes
because some of the hovers miss the toilets with their squat and I’ve
seen really young boys use the womens rooms without learning to point
their penis down. My grandpa use to call them gardenhosers!). I opened
the door and smiled for what looked like the college student who was
next. I heard her gasp when she saw the condition of the stool, but I
figured, rather cynically I know, that with several more years of
education than me, she should be able to figure it out. I will post more
about my trip later.

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danny
my name is daniel, i live in san diego in an apartment with my cute gf
britney. She doesnt mind me being in the same room as her when she poops,
and usually doesnt even shut the door all the way. One morning i was
shaving before we went out to see an early morning movie. She walked in
and started peeing. She let out a moderatley loud wet fart, but i was
used to that, she often had gas in the morning, partially because she
talks in her sleep and swallows a lot of air, which then uses either of
the two primary exits during the very late night and in the morning.
Then, her stomach made a loud gurgle and she loudly expelled some
partially soilid shit. She usually had fairly firm shits, so i turned
around and asked her if she was all right. She moaned and said she was
having some bad gas cramps, and felt like she had a lot to empty out, but
most of it felt pretty far up. I asked if should rub her belly she said
yeah. I started near the top, and pushed lower andlower, like a tube of
toothpaste. She immediately let out more gas and shit, and said”wow that
just burst out! I hadn’t even put and push on by spincter.” I started
pushing again, but she said now it made her belly hurt. so i left the
room, but she kept fart-shitting for a while, we missed the movie, but
she ended up putting on a “ka-ka show” for me, fart-shitting in different
positions. I told her about this site, and she said she might post next
week under the name “danny’s girlfriend”, but im not sure if she will or
not.

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Todd
To Erica
As part of your punishment did you have to clean your poopy panties? If
so how did you do it please explain thanks.

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I saw an advetisement for medical check ups, and it said (words to the
effect) that you should not let your pride stand in the way of telling
the doctor about bowel problems.
I have read many stories about people being shy about bodily functions
and my view is that it is silly. On the other hand with my in-laws they
are very arrogant people and above everybody else. Unfortunately the
incidents of bowel cancer in that family is very high..like of the 5
aunts und uncles 3 of the 5 have had bowel cancer, two have died.
Nonetheless the remaining two refuse to have a colonoscopy. Apart from my
partner only one of the offspring has had a colonoscopy and he had a heap
of polyps ( polpys can turn into cancer). My parnter did have a
colonoscopy recently and fortunately she was fine. The family problem, as
I see it, is that they are too good to shit…shitting is what others do,
not them! For some reason they cannot believe that they would have
anything but long lives,,,so far they have been proven wrong!
The message is to get over your illogical ideas. Who does not poo. who
does not wee? Who has not had the runs? Who has not had to make an urgent
bathroom trip at a time not convenient? Who has not farted? Who has not
been constipated? Leading from this, who has not had to strain or grunt
to push out a stubborn log? How many people have shitted their pants at
some stage (apart from infantcy)? Who has not wet their pants? Who has
shit that does not and never has stunk?
Readers, try answering the above.
After that, have you ever enjoyed a poo or a wee?
I have now got that off my chest
THUNDER FROM DOWN UNDER

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Lexxie
Hi.
My name is lexxie, and I am a highschol teacher. During the last days of
the first semester, we were having final exams, when we would have to
stay in one class for the larger part of the day. My story takes place on
the last day of exams, the day that we had the block exam. This exam
lasted 3 hrs, with a break after 2 and a half hours for lunch.
On this particular day, my husband had woke up late and went to take a
shower as soon as he woke up, so I didn’t have time to get in the
bathroom. I realized that I had to pee, but it was nothing too serious,
and I figured I could wait until I got to school.
Once I got to school, one of the women who worked in the office asked me
if she could talk to me for a minute and I said sure, and walked into her
office, figuring I would still have plenty of time to go and pee.
It was nothing serious she had to talk to me about, just making sure that
I ha all of the answer keys and stuff that I needed since she hadn’t had
the chance to ask me yesterday. But, with all the small talk, this took
up most of the time until the bell rang.
At this point I had to go fairly bad, but being a teacher I am used to
having to hold it in for a while, so I was sure it would be no problem.
As I unlocked the door, I heard 2 girls arguing out in the hall, but one
of them walked off so I thought it was no problem.
Fate would have it, however, that these 2 particular girls would get into
an actual fight near the end of 1st period.
So, needless to say, I didn;t get a chance to go during or after first
period.
I spent the entire 50 mintues of second period in the principals office
explaining to him what had happened, and hearing both girls’ stories.
Which was completely pointless, because all they did was sit and call
each other liars and whores. Which left me plenty of time to worry about
my increasingly uncomfortable bladder.
By the end of 2nd period, I was getting desperate to go, but being
foolish, and not wanting to show up late for my own class on the day of
the final, I rushed back to class, trying to ignore my rapidly filling
bladder.
I explained the rules, pretty basic, no talking, hang on to your test
until everyone is done, that kind ofthing, then handed them out.
As I returned to my desk at the front of the room i was shocked at how
much my need had increased in the 10 minutes that I had passed out the
test.
At this point, I was extremely desperate. I was finding it hard to
concentrate on the tests I had been trying to grade. 20 mintues later
with an hour to go I was very worried about the condition of my bladder.
I hadn’t peed since 11:00 last night, and had drank a med. coffee and a
bottle of water. I was trying to sit still, and not let the other
students see how badly I needed to go.
You see, I am pretty young, and most people would say pretty, so whn I
first started teaching at this school ome of the other teachers warned me
that the students would take advantage of me, so I had been very strict.
Less than a week prior to this, I had denied a student the privilage to
go to the restroom, telling her that she should have went earlier, and
causing her to nearly to have an accident. As she was leaving the room, I
saw that she had a wet patch on her jeans about the size of the bottom of
the pop can, and she was doing the most desperate pee dance I had ever
saw.
Needless to say, I felt horrible for the girl, and would die of
embarassment if any of the students saw that I needed to pee nearly as
bad as that girl had needed to pee.
I looked at the clock and realized that we still had 45 minutes until
lunch. I didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t the worst I had ever needed
to go, but I was almost positive I couldn’t wait 45 mintutes. passed the
time crossing and uncrossing my legs, jamming my hand between my legs,
which didnt help much because i was wearing a skirt, and doing everything
in my power to not let the students know how bad I had to pee.
For all of the attenion I was paying to them, they could have been
shouting answers back and forth. I was so desperate by the end of that 45
minutes that I doubt I would have known.
By lunch time, I had to pee so bad I didn’t know what i was going to do.
It hurt so bad, and I could focus on nothing else.
Finaly the bell rang, but I had to go so bad I wasn’t sure I could stand
up without losing it, so I waited for the class to exit.
The last girl out was the one who had been so desperate the other day.
She stopped at my desk and said that she wanted to apologize to me for
aggravating me to use the restroom the other day, it was just that she
needed to go really badly. Not only did this make me feel even worse for
making her pee on herself, but it was making me wait longer to go myself.
I mumbled something, doing everything in my power to hold back the tidal
waves of pee crashing against the walls of my bladder. Are you all right?
she asked me. Yes, I’m fine. I’m just not feeling very well. I said. At
least that was true, I wasn’t feeling well. I had to pee so bad I could
taste it, and it wasnt getting any better. She said something about how I
should go to the nurse, and I was about to reply when it happened, the
first droops leaked out. I let out a gasp and shoved my hand in my
crotch, no longer caring if this girl knew that I needed to pee. Do you
have to use the bathroom or something asked the girl (as if it wasnt
obvious) yeah, i whispered, knowing i had to get up and go or i wouldnt
make it. Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry the girl said, but i just ignored her
and stood up. Thats when the dam really broke. The pressure added to my
bladder was immense an I could’t hold it another second. The warm pee was
gushing out of me, running down my legs and puddling on the floor, as the
girl just stared at me. I peed for the longest time. Then, just stood
their in humiliation. I looked at the girl and said, I’m sorry, I just
couldn;t hold it. She just said,I understand, I completely peed on myself
the other day, but thankfully I made it to the bathroom. I didn’t say
anytthing, but she said, Maybe i should go, and I said okay. As she was
leaving she looked at me and I guess felt sorry for me, standing their
humiliated and nearly crying, and said don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.
I thanked her, and hurried to clean up the mess. Thankfully,I always keep
a spare outfit in my car, so all I do was change, but still, It was an
awful experience and I hope I never have to go through it again. As the
girl was leaving my class after lunch, she said are you okay now, and I
said yeah, and I feel a lot better too, finally able to see the humor in
it. She just smiled and walked out. I guess one thing I learned from that
is that not every student is out to take advantage andskip classes, and I
will never again be so harsh. Or put off using the restroom for so long.
I hope you enjoyed hearing about this awful experience, lol.
If anyone else has had something similar to this happen to them, please
post on here, or if any students have ever seen their teacher have an
accident or come close to having an accident.

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Andy
Hi folks.Andy from scotland here again.Hope eveyone had a nice christmas
and a happy new year.A few things to tell you about.Firstly yesterday,i
really needed to pee,but decided to hold it for as long as possible.After
a while i went for a drive and ended up pulling into a woodland car
park.I got out of the car,walked a few feet towards the edge of the
parking bay,had a quick look round and unzipped.As soon as my penis was
released i started to unload a steady stream of piss,
pssssssssssssssssss!! What a relief!I must have peed for about 40 seconds
or so.It slowly trailed off and i shook off the last few drips.I think
that was the most satisfying outdoor pee i have had in a long time.
I have also been pooing fairly regularly(indoors as normal)some soft
squishy ones but also some fairly large logs due to the christmas
excesses of to much food!Finally for now i would like to mention a couple
of sightings over the festive period.While in town a few days before
christmas at night i walked past a couple,male and female,having a
conversation while the guy was quite openly peeing against a wall.This
was in full view of anyone and they just seemed to carry on regardless.I
don’t know if the woman did the same but if she had it would have been
amazing to see.Also witnessed numerous guys in various states of
drunkenness peeing in the open in doorways and up against buildings.I
should point out that these were fleeting glances as i didn’t want to
stare for obvious reasons.The most amusing one was seeing two guys,both
dressed as Christmas Elves peeing through railings onto a street
below.Santa Claus would not have been happy!
Hope you enjoyed.BYE FOR NOW. ANDY.

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Sunday, January 06, 2008

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1. How often do you poop? Sometimes twice a day. But normally once a day.
2. Do you grunt while pushing? No unless i’m constipated.
3. Do you like the thought of others hearing you ‘go’? It’s ok for me.
4. How large are your stools, on average? 20-30 inches long. 2-2.5 inches
wide i think…
5. Do you like to hear others ‘go’, the plops and sighs? I like to hear
the grunting sounds of my friends. Some of my friends are ok with it. And
i’m always happy when my friends sigh when they are relieved.
6. Which foodstuffs have you noticed, make you ‘go’? Dragon fruit can
makes me go with a very strong urge, that i can just poop my pants after
i ate like 3 slice of it. Morning cereals always cause me stomachache and
i always poop 2-3 times after eating it.

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Hi, everyone.

Keith D. I’m a mormon, not an active one now. But I agree they are very
open about toileting. I speak for the women only of course, but in the
chapels, I met mostly in other building on Sundays before we had a chapel
built. They are very economical, the gaps between doors and partitions
are quite big. I have often carried on a converstaion whilst having a
poop to the woman next to me as she went to. But it is at the temple at
London, that it isreally where the ‘openness’ occurred. We change out of
our day clothes entering their and wear very little, all white. Then when
we go I have seen everything, no blushing, as all ages of women from 18
up, get their white panties down and go to the toilet. I have been asked
for toilet paper and actually gone into the stall to give it to them,
then they have wiped without any embarrassment. Mormons see using the
toilet as something that has to be done, it is the Lords way for us until
we pass away and enter the spirit world. I have long since been a member
but the things I lean’t have stayed with me, and going to the toilet is
so naturl now. I have taught my son that it is something that is natural
and open. We now just go to the toilet and if one of us is in the
bathroom on the toilet the other waits and chats normally. I have to
admit that the first time I had to poop when he was there was a little
awkward, but within a few seconds I got over it, asking him the most
mundane things as I went to the toilet. Wiping my bum at the end was
something I did without any embarrassment. In fact the only bad moment
was when the ‘flush’ didn’t act properly, and there was some paper and
turds still in the bowl. But my son laughed and made a joke as he flushed
the toilet a second time and then sat on the toilet as I washed my hands.
I stayed with him chatting as he went. Now as we rush to get ready each
day we are often in their together, showering, pooping, peeing, and it
has brought us much closer together.

Love to everyone, Jill (South Wales) xxxxx

Hi, everyone,
To answer Edward H’s questionnaire to ladies.
1. How often do you poop? (Most times once a day, often twice).
2. Do you grunt while pushing? (If I am constipated, yea. Otherwise
I try to ease my poop out quietly).
3. Do you like the thoughts of
others hearing you go? (Most definitely. Knowing another
woman is in the next stall is so
stimulating, and often erotic).
4. How large are your stools on
average? (My turds are normally say 6/7
inches, varying in thickness, and
sometimes when I am loose, unformed).
5. Do you like to hear others
‘go’ the plops and sighs? (Yes. Again it is so erotic to hear
somebody else on the toilet, and
sometimes seeing their panties down
arounf their ankles).
6. Which foodstuffs have you
noticed make you ‘go?’ (Many, but for me, any greens,
cabbage, cauliflower, etc, are
guaranteed to give me the ‘runs’).

To answer the unnamed query. I always sit on the toilet or hover if it is
dirty. Frequently I have to shake my bottom to drop the final turd into
the pan. Naturally when I am loose, stools not formed, there is no need
to ‘shake.’ When that happens the only concern for me is to make sure I
have enough toilet paper to wipe my bum afterwards.

Thanks for allowing me to express my feelings on this wonderful forum. I
will be writing again soon.

Love to all, Jill xxx.

Hi, everyone.

I had a wonderful experience last week during the after christmas sales.
I was in a crowded store, Marks and Spencers in Cardiff and my ????
started to ache. I went to the ladies straight away, because I cannot
hold it in when I feel the need to go. Got there to find a long queue to
the three cubicles. I must have been eighth/ninth. One of the cubicles
had somebody who was really ill, diarrhea. But the other two were coming
in and out fairly quickly. I got to chatting to the woman in front of me,
she wanted to poop she tole me, whispered the word shit in my ear. I
smiled and told her that was my problem too. By now the traffic had
really slowed down and all three cubicles had women having a shit in
them. The woman I was chatting to suggested we share a cubicle and I was
overjoyed to agree I felt quite bad by now. At last a cubicle opened and
we went in together. My friend, her name was Sally, went first and I
stood, legs crossed a little as she went quickly, then moved off the seat
and allowed me to go. We interchanged, several times, but at least we
both had clean panties at the end. I have never been in a cubicle with a
stranger before, but after we went to the cafe and had a nice pot of tea.
I have made a friend and we are going to meet regularly to shop together.
See you soon, Jill (South Wales)

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Adrian
Jill. I was interested about what you said about taking a shit in
Selfridge’s last Thursday and how the festive food over Christmas made
you want to go. I’ve found that if anything the festive fayre tends to
make me rather constipated if anything. I wouldn’t go without it for the
world though.

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LI
Im severly lactose intolerent. Like REALLY bad. Well, Im at this fancy
french resterant and somehow I eat soemthing with a large amount of dairy
in it. I feel the ultimate WORST pain in my stomach. Its like this bubble
sorta. I double over. I cant move. Every muscle is clenched. Im all like
shitshitshit. My stomach makes this unhumanly sound. I start to sweat
profusly. I let out an utter cry as another unfathomable pain hits me. I
feel my stomach tying up in knots. I excuse myself. I cant walk. Keep in
mind I’m on a DATE! I sit down. My date looks at me like Im crazy. I cant
move. I’m in so much pain. I get up. I walk. Like a chicken. I go to the
ladies room. There is a line. Shit. One bathroom, three people. My hands
are sweaty, my whole face is sopping, and the back of my dress soaked. My
butthhole keeps contracting because its ready to fire, and I’ve bit
through my lip. I breathe. Deep. Im miserable. When its my turn I get
into the restroom and as I lift my dress I just cant hold it. I soil my
expensive langerie. When I take it off and throw it away I vomit. All
over my hands. And feet. My diarhea has soaked the bathroom. I plant my
butt on the toilet and go. Im in there for about an hour thinking and
crapping. My poop is about the consistency of toothpaste. Then it gets
really watery. And chunky. Think soup. I’m a mess. Then who would walk
in. MY DATE! He says thats okay and helps me clean up. Im done now. He
says its acctually kinda sexy. We end up doing it right there on the
bathroom floor. I ended up LOVING that night.

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Edward H
Jill & Tia: Thanks so much for responding to the little questionnaire!
It’s reassuring (and fascinating) to know that you ladies can have the
same thoughts and feelings about this as us chaps.

Any more ‘eavesdropping-cubicle-plop’ stories gratefully received!

Edward H

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~ric
Monika:
Thank you for your comment, which I totally agree with. Laws may be
written as right or wrong but, particularly in cases such as this, they
should be interpreted with both discretion and sensitivity.

Paige:
I (and probably almost everyone else here) welcome your open honesty and
also your forthright opinions, which suggest that you have indeed found
the right forum.
Why should we be shy about what are things common to all of us? We may
experience them, relate to them, or enjoy them in many different ways;
that’s a large part of what is discussed here and an interest in toilet
issues hardly seem to me either unusual or unhealthy. I suspect, although
I admit that I have absolutely no statistics to back it up (and no survey
on here can help either I think of right now), that denial is actually
far more common.
For many years I’ve been much involved in outdoor activities and so it is
pretty inevitable that there will be outdoor toilet experiences and, on
occasion, they may not be as private as they could be. I’ve no problem
peeing in sight of my friends but, and I find this strange too, when
taking a dump outdoors it would somehow bother me less if I were seen by
a stranger.

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