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The Black Flame
Greetings. Kerri Anne’s post brought back some of my own memories of
using my diapers when I was young, so I’ll mention a few of them since
this site is rather lacking in such tales. I was a late potty trainer,
and some of my first memories involve diapers. I remember one incident
just after I turned two. It was winter, and I was under my warm blankets.
The fire whistle started wailing, which woke me up, and I can remember
holding my stuffed Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer while soiling my diaper.
It was soft and mushy, and it spread out under me as I went.
Another time, during the summer, I was in a thick plastic disposable
(late ’80’s) and shortly after I realized I had to pee it flowed into the
thick diaper, turning it into warm gel. It made a soft hissing noise as
it came out. .
We used to drive down to visit my grandparents on a regular basis, and
the next story takes place during one of those drives. I can remember
sitting in my car seat listening to the rock song on the radio and
pushing a large soft load into the diaper beneath me, which smelled to me
like root beer. I can also remember that my mother was not happy about
changing the nasty diaper, which by that time had been dirty for a long
time.
In the final incident, which also took place in the car, I remember
feeling my diaper get warm and a trickling feeling going down my skin,
and realizing that I was peeing. I remember mushing the gels and feeling
their slight and pleasant warmth.
Does anyone else have any early memories of diaper use or potty training
incidents? I have more, and will post them if anyone else is interested.
Thanks for all the memories, and keep up the great posts.

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ANDY
Hello again.I have just been scrolling back through old pages and read
some of my previous posts(how sad is that?).Anyway one thing i noticed
about them was that i’ve always tried to give as much detail as
possible.They are all true events and some go back a long way.While i was
doing this,(it’s a slow day),i remembered another one from a while
back.So here goes.I was sitting in my garden on a sunny day.I’ve moved
since.Two boys and their sister were playing in another garden which
backed onto mine.I heard one say that he was going to pee behind the
hedge which seperated the two gardens.”ME TOO”,said his brother.”I,M
GOING TO WATCH”,said their sister.I could hear all this clearly from
where i was sitting.They appeared a few seconds later, squeezing between
their garage and the hedge.I don’t think they wanted to be watched by
their sister as one of them told her to “GO AWAY,THIS IS A BOYS
TOILET”before finishing peeing and leaving.The other boy continued peeing
while his sister stood watching.After finishing they disappeared from
view as i think they were being called on by their parents.They were not
aware that i had seen what they were up to,as the hedge was taller than
them but was thin enough to see through.Also they had their backs to me.
Well thats it for now.TAKE CARE,CHEERS
ANDY.

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SpeedyBK
hi all if you don’t remember me i can’t poop on my own and need help I’m
in a wheelchair and have accidents at times.

My story starts with me and my new job I’ve been there a little over a
month. i was suppose to poop Monday morning before work and my nurse had
helped and tried to get my dump to come out but she barely got any any
out and i could tell when i got up to go to work. I was sitting in my
office around 10:30 a.m. when i began to fart and i began getting my
normal hot feeling shortly after signaling to me that I’d either poop
myself shortly or i could maybe stop a disaster if i could get somewhere
and let my day nurse help me and take my much needed dump. I decided to
try and go at work in the bathroom because it’s a handicaped one and i
had just ripped a fart that sounded a little wet. I told my nurse that i
was getting really close to pooping and i begged her to please try
something i really didn’t want try at work. She hasn’t ever worked with
me at night and hasn’t helped me go poop before but had done it in school
a couple years ago. I was really hurting and farting almost every couple
minutes now and i was super glad my co-worker was sick today. I quickly
drove my chair into the nice new handicaped bathroom where i pulled next
to the toilet. I had my nurse snap off my right armrest and pull my butt
over the edge of my seat and close to the toilet. She put the seat up and
my butt was only barely on the outside edge of the toilet when i farted
again she said ok your not over the bowl but your definitely ready to go
and i can put the poop in the toilet as it comes out i said fine with me
just hurry and pull down my pants!! She unsnapped my jeans and said ok
and pulled them down to mid thigh. She said well your underpants already
have a little in them but your jeans are saved. I had almost fell out of
my chair when she had taken down my jeans so i said take my sissors and
cut off my underwear. She did and dropped the little log in the toilet.
She saw me fart and push out a little that fell on the floor right on my
tire and on the edge of the toilet. She said omg you can’t wait huh. I
said guess not I’m feeling another cramp, said ok go ahead and she
grabbed in my bag and pulled on a rubber glove and pushed her finger into
my hole right as the fart came. She said ok I’m in and you really really
have a ton here what do i do. I told her to push her finger around in a
circle a get my body stimulated so that i could get everything out. She
started to move her finger and said can i start pulling what i feel out
my finger is really getting dirty. I said yes please I’m just dying to
go. As she began to pull out my poop i felt a huge hot wave come over me
and knew that my dump was here and huge. She had pulled her finger out
with a nice bunch and put in in the bowl and heard a sploush when it hit
the water she went right back in me and pulled another bunch out. I felt
it each time she went inside me and heard each sploush as she dropped the
poop into the toilet. After she had pulled out ten nice little bunches
she asked how she was doing and how i felt. I was starting to feel better
but knew i wasn’t done and had only gone what felt like to me little
under half of what i needed to poop out, and told her that. She said ok
well what would you like me to do because it’s not just sitting right by
your hole any more. So i walked her through how i normally have someone
push in a circle and hold their finger to the side and hold it until more
came down and or out, so she did. I felt a little pressure from her
finger and told her to push hard so i could go and she did. After ten
second i heard a brapppp and a sploush as she put in a big chunck. Asked
if she should do more and i said yes that i could tell that i still had
poop. So back up in me and pushed around and felt more hot feeling and
some movement inside me. Another kersplash as she put in another log. I
told her to push her finger hard to the side and i could hear spuishing
as it was really getting soft and almost runny. I felt really pretty good
now as she was quickly plopping small mush and bits into the toilet. I
farted more and squirted some in the toilet and between that gap that was
between me and the bowl. I could tell when i had almost finished because
the bathroom really stank and i felt empty or almost anyway i let her
check once more and she did say that everything was clean and that i was
closing up inside of me. She wiped me and pulled my jeans up and tried to
put me back right in my seat. I saw the toilet and the edge was really
really gross with little chunks all on the edge and a whole big pile that
filled the bowl. She flushed but only half sank into the toilet so she
tried flushing again and it only gained water so we wiped the bowl and
left hour and a half later i felt much better but hoped nobody came
looking for me.

Hope you liked my story.
SpeedyBK

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leon
about a week and a bit ago, i had diarrhea (which i don`t really mind).
when i went to the toilet, i immediately let out a blast of thick
diarrhea, which was loud. after about 3 more squirts (with 3-5 sec
intervals between them) i was done.

do any girls have any stories of imbarrassing diarrhea accidents?…i
would love to hear them.

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Jordan
1. How many times a day do you have to pee?

Generally I pee four to five times a day.

2. How much or how long do you pee?

I tend to pee a good amount when I finally have to go. I have gotten into
the habit of holding it until I am about to burst, and then having to
rush to the bathroom.

3. When you know you have to pee, how long can you hold it?

Not long. I usually need to get to a bathroom pretty quick.

4. For women: After you pee, how do you wipe?

I tear off a long sheet and fold it, and then wipe from back to front.

5. Not so interested in this, but I’ll include it to be fair… After you
poop, how do you wipe?

Same as above.

6. How do you feel about peeing in public restrooms?

I don’t mind them. Sometime if it’s a small one I will get a little pee
shy, but at the mall and such I have no problem.

7. Follow-up to the last question: Specifically, what about porta-potties?

I am fine with them.

8a. For women again: Can you pee standing up?

I have tried in the shower but I am not very good at it.

8b. For men: Do you ever pee sitting down, even when you don’t have to
poop?

N/A

9. Have you ever peed outdoors or anywhere other than a toilet?

Yes, I used to squat and pee around the side of our house, and I still
like to pee in sinks when I can.

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Samantha
Hey, just wanted to respond to something I missed that I think is
important.

TO E.M.: My gosh! I used to feel the exact same way as you! For me, it
was to the point that I would NEVER, EVER use public toilets for pooping.
This was true for me until, like Super Sophie noted, it came to the point
where I really had no choice (a case of diarrhea). I wrote this
experience of mine on page 1710, and I think you might find it really
helpful.

Anyway, now that I have gotten over that weird fear, I actually quite
enjoy using public restrooms! It’s not so much a matter of having guts as
it is just doing it. Let us know if there’s anything we can help with! I
hope this was helpful!

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Dan Boy
Note: this is a response to Phil’s question about stimulating the rectum
through the vaginal cavity. I’ll try to keep this as clean as possible,
and I’ll be speaking purely medically.

Phil J: I have personally never heard of that being done, but it does
seem very reasonable to me. I do know that it is possible for the reverse
to happen (the vagina can be stimulated through the rectum) as the two
cavities share an interior “wall” of tissue. But, it really depends on
the person specifically. I have also heard of women needing to relieve
themselves (#2) after intercourse, several times. So I don’t think it’s
unreasonable that this is possible.

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fil
There were some wonderful pee stories in this chapter. They are
well-written, with insight and with detail. It is interesting on this
forum that having a poop and what happens goes on week by week. But good
pee stories seem to come along every few months. There is a difference.
Poop can remain in the body for long times. But the bladder is different
than the bowels. It demands emptying in a short time, sometimes for 2
hours and in some for 24, before it begins to hurt. When a person holds
and gets desperate with no where to go the issue becomes critical and
sexual.

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lena
To Gillian.

Let me tell you what happened the other day . I was on the way home from
shopping , I had about a 30 min drive left when I felt the urge to have a
shit, now I hadn’t had my daily shit as yet so I knew I had about 1 hour
left before I’d be in trouble. I didn’t want to pull over cos it was wet
and cold so I decided to hold on. I didn’t think I would shit in my pants
and I didn’t want to either cos as soon as I got home and put away the
shopping I had go visit a friend.
I needed to have a piss as well and the urge to shit was intensifying.So
here I am driving home with my right hand holding my crotch so I wouldn’t
piss myself in the car and clenching my butt cheeks as well. About 10
mins from home the urge to ship got pretty severe and my stomach was
cramping.I felt a need to fart,but I thought if I dropped a fart now I
would surely poop myself in the car, so I just held the fart in.When I
turned into my road I knew then I had only 250 yards to go, so I was
slightly relieved,I was busting to get rid of my load preferably into a
toilet not my pants. As I pulled up in my drive I flung the door open and
walked quickly up to the front porch. As I fumbled with the keys and door
lock I unexpectedly let a squirt of piss into my pants, I had a wet spot
on my track pants about the size of a cd. Very obvious since they are
light blue,well a thought went thru my head I’m gonna have to change
clothes now.
I raced down the hall to the toilet, lifted the seat cover, and ripped
down my track pants and french knickers, still clenching my butt cheeks.
I reckon I was about a split second from unloading. Now here where the
problem happened. I just flopped my arse onto the seat,instead of
centering my arse on the seat abovve the water in my haste I sat on the
back of the seat. So my hole was really on the back of the seat. That’s
when I started to shit, Ifelt hot sticky poop ooze up the crack of my
arse and pile up on the back of the seat,some of it did go into the bowl.
I was so disturbed by this I didn’t think what was happening when I was
pissing. When I sit to piss I always have push down on my pussy in order
to aim it, I tend to piss staight out ,which makes it helpful for when I
stand to piss.I was actually not pissing in the toilet but between the
seat and the bowl and onto the back of my pants.OMG waht a mess, there
was poop on the back of the seat all over my arse. I cleaned up as best I
could then hopped in the shower to do the rest. Then I got rubber
gloves,bucket and hot water to do the rest. I then rang my friend, told
her I’d be late, put the shopping away. She noticed my hair was damp, she
said you didn’t have to shower for me, I said OH yes I did.

A few months ago I went camping with a few friends. We all met at this
lovely lovely lake, we all go there from time to time when the weather is
good . The only drawback is the facilities, they are very very old, but
clean but I guess this is why there are never many campers there. we all
went up on the Friday late afternoon we set up our tents and cooked a
sumptous meal for supper. One of the ladies there ,Marcy she has an
appetite like a horse. She has a great body, all I can think her body
must metabolise quickly. In the morning we all got up had bacon and eggs
washed down with good coffee. Marcy was standing under a tree having a
smoke,she appeared to be fidgeting a bit, I went over and joined her. I
asked if she was okay, Marcy told me last nite’s supper wanted out but
she wanted to finish her smoke and coffee. I needed a shit as well, but
it had not got to the stage where I had to go, but it was there for
sure.She butted out her smoke and said I’m off , I said I’ll join you.
The toilet block had 3 stalls all were vacant Marcy took the middle stall
I took the end one near the wall.The walls of the stalls were made of
boards and over time cracks had appeared between the boards. Now this
scenario had me excited peeking through the cracks I got a good view of
her from from her waist down.She pulled her green shorts down to ankles,
I noticed she was not wearing underwear.She hovered over the toilet and
pulled her cheeks apart with her hands. Marcy grunted and pushed then
started to cuss a bit as well. Then said Oh Lena this is gonna be a big
one,then another push and I could see her brown hole dome out followed by
the head of what seemed to be a very hard turd. It was out 3″ and just
hanging, I could hear her take a deep breath and push again, another 4″
of turd emerged. So here is Marcy bent over with a 7″ turd suspended from
her hole.I was sitting on the toilet sort of sideways so I could get a
good view. My turds had slipped out without making a splash,they’d
actaully slid down the side of the bowl.
Marcy was having a bit of trouble getting this shit out, she stood up to
reposition her feet, by now another 1″ had emerged .By now now she had
this 8″ tail between her legs as she stood up, bending over again she
reached around to feel the turd, I guess to feel if it was still there.
Now I was getting very excited and I could feel my face get very flushed
as well. Marcy asked me how I was doing,I told her that I’d dropped my
load and doing well. She said she”d wished taken a stool softner. Then
she pushed once more with no success, that’s when she reached around and
broke the turd off with her left hand and dropped it into the bowl.She
then got a jar of cream out of her shorts pocket, put some cream on her
finger and inserted her finger up her hole, pulling her finger in and
out.She then said here it comes ,pulling here finger out, she hovered and
3 big soft stools emerged preceded by a plug of hard shit. Oh I feel
better now Lena, could you give some some tp , I said hold on till I
wipe. I gave my arse just 1 wipe. Then took the tp into Marcy. Her left
hand had a fair amount of shit on it, she was not bashful at all. I
offered to wipe her and pull her pants. It took about 5 wipes on her hole
to get it clean properly the another 2 on her pussy, she is a non shaver
like me. My pussy needed wiping too, but it wasn’t piss. Marcy and I
became really good friends, we visit each other often.

LOve Lena xxxx

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

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I took an interesting dump today. I got the urge to go around three, so I
went to the bathroom, taking my book with me. I sat down on my nice,
padded toilet seat, and began reading. I like to just sit for as long as
it takes – I don’t ever push, I just let my body go at its own pace.

I started with a short pee, like I usually do, and then there was nothing
for a bit. I felt a poop come out and splash loudly into the water below.
Then there were some more stringy short poops that all loudly splashed. I
felt the water get on my butt, it was really weird. There was more to
come, so I just kept reading. Every so often, there would be a poop that
would come out, either a small chunk or a stringy ropey poop, but always
splash into the water.

When I felt empty, I stood up and looked at the toilet. There was a lot
of poop floating around, lots of chunks and some stringy ropes. I had to
wipe probably ten times, it was very messy. It was kind of a strange
dump, I typically poop out one or two long logs.

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ashley!

kelly i really enjoyed your story! keep up the posts!

ashley

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raw food
exercising moves the lymphatics which causes a bowel movement. the reason
most people don’t have regular bowel movements is a lot of meat, dairy,
grains, and cooked food. i eat all raw food and each time i have a meal i
have a good bowel movement. cooked food is very hard to digest and most
people don’t even know they have bowel problems. i eat mostly fresh fruit
and leafy greens.

just wanted to help out those with diarrhea or constipation. 😉

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John
I’ve been reading a lot of posts lately haven’t posted anything myself. I
figured I better contribute to the site. I am a 15 yr. old guy. I enjoy
reading about the stories from women. I’m not sure what to write about
but I took a shit about 15 minutes ago so I’ll write about that. Well, I
have very regular BMs. I rarely get constipated or have diarrhea, so this
was a pretty normal dump. I sat down on the toilet and let out a couple
silent farts(very usual). Other than that, though, I don’t have much gas
while on the toilet. Is this true for others? Anyway, everything started
to come out very easily. The poop was about 2 inches wide and about 7
inches long when I paused. I have always liked the feeling of pooping and
feel very relaxed. I started pushing again but that piece broke off.
Another poop about 5 inches long dropped into the toilet with a “plop”. I
dropped two more, 3 inches each. Most of my shits are like this. Short
and easy.

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The Tourist
Hi everyone. It’s me again. I haven’t posted in a while, and this will be
a short one, but I hope to be able to post a decent story soon. For a
while, I had nothing of interest, and then once I did, my computer
started acting up. Anyway, I’ll get on to it, and see if I can submit
this before my internet cuts out again.

A few weeks ago, I went out to a campgrounds about two hours from where I
live. It’s a youth camp during the summer, but it’s available for anybody
to stay in during the off seasons. So, instead of staying outdoors, I got
to use a log cabin.

The log cabin had a modern flush toilet in it, and I decided to just use
it, being cold enough I didn’t want to go outdoors. On the third day I
was there, I felt the urge to poop, so I headed to the bathroom. I
disrobed and sat down, releasing a few soft farts.

Then I had a loud booming fart and the crackle of a turd emerging. This
one was coming out slowly, and it felt thick as it eased out. I let it
just work it’s way out, until finally it broke off and landed in the
bowl. After that, I guess all my gas had been blocked by that turd,
because I farted silently for several seconds non-stop.

I decided to look in the bowl before wiping, because I wasn’t sure if it
would flush. I mean, this turd was massive, stretching all the way from
around the bend at the bottom of the toilet and curling around the
outside of the bowl and then the other end pointed up, almost exiting the
water.

This toilet had no handle, but instead there was a button on the top you
pressed to activate the flush. I pressed the button and watched as the
toilet flushed, budging my monster turd, but it wouldn’t go down. I
flushed once more just to try, and it acted like it might go down, but
nothing.

I had no choice but to get a plastic bag and break up this monster
myself. I put the bag over my right hand and reached in to break it up. I
had to really apply pressure to break it, this turd was firm. After I had
broken it into three smaller pieces, I flushed again. One of them went
down, and it looked like the other two followed, but the water refilled,
and pushed them back. I broke them up into two even smaller pieces,
flushing one more time. At last it all went away.

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Mysterious Man
Samantha: Excellent story! I’m sure I would have enjoyed seeing the
monster you made. Hope to hear about more big monsters like that in the
future! ^__^

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Christy
I’m Christy and I’m 19 years old. I’ve been dating my boyfriend Cody,
also 19 for about 9 months and from the time I started going out with
him, really even before, I have really wanted to see him on the toilet
taking a shit, but until now I have been frustrated in my attempts.

Cody is very cute, about 6′ tall, “dirty blonde” hair that he wears short
on the sides and a bit spiky on the top, an adorable sexy smile that
stops you dead in your tracks, a nice fit athletic build and a cute round
butt that up until now I have been just dying to see mounted to the
toilet laying down some serious poop!

The problem is of course that Cody hasn’t known I’ve felt this way. When
you’re a young lady, how do you even breach a subject like that with a
guy. Cody for his part up until now has really gone out of the way to
avoid taking a shit at my apartment even though I know that he poops at
that time of day. A couple of times he’s made up some lame excuse that he
needed to run to the grocery store or somewhere else. One time he forgot
to even bring anything back to cover his real activity! During the
Spring, Summer, and Fall, Cody plays softball several nights a week and
several times I have seen him sneak away under the pretense of geting
food then head into the bathroom. Since he spent 10 to 15 minutes in
there, it really wasn’t too hard to figure out what he was up to. A
couple times while waiting for him outside, I would get a sneak peek into
the restroom when someone went in or came out and a few times I’ve seen
Cody’s feet under the stall with his pants down around his ankles. I knew
that he would look very cute sitting on the toilet like that grunting out
his load and experiencing the sensation of relief, but I could never get
close enough for a look.

But my time finally came last week. We had just painted in my apartment
and Cody was coming over to snuggle and watch a movie. The door was off
the bathroom because of the fresh paint and had to be stood up in front
of the bathroom if you needed to go or had to shower. I only had a bit of
toilet paper on the roll in the event that if Cody ever give in and take
a shit at my place, I would be able to deliver a new roll of paper to
him! Is that being too sneaky or what?? This time, I also had all the
snacks in place too so Cody couldn’t leave saying he needed to run to the
store for Doritos!

After Cody had been over for about an hour or so and we had been snuggled
on the sofa, I heard a bit of rumbling in his intestines and I could see
him wince from a bit of a cramp. I asked him if he was alright and he
said he was ok. About 15 minutes later I could see Cody get another cramp
only this time nature was calling his number and he really needed a crap.
Cody looked quite a bit embarassed as he said he needed to get up and go
to the bathroom. As he did, he let a fart slip out for which he
apologized very sweetly. I knew that for Cody to go to the toilet at my
apartment, he must have needed a shit very, very badly because he was so
self-conscious of avoiding just that very fate whenever he was over. I
really wanted to get up and go watch him go at it right then and there,
but I restrained myself.

As Cody went into the bathroom, I watched him struggle to put the door
back into place before he moved into position in front of the toilet. I
then listened intently so I could hear him unbuckle his belt, unzip his
pants and drop them. A few moments later I was not disappointed as Cody
first ripped off several rapid-fire farts then some very sharp sustained
crackling left no doubt that he had started to shit. This crackling went
on for quite a bit as Cody ground out several sizable logs. This was
obviously a very large load explaining why Cody had needed to shit so
badly. I almost lost it when I heard Cody start to moan and grunt as the
stools left his body. I just knew he was looking adorable as he sat there
with that sensation of relief washing over him. I then heard a series of
medium-sized chunks of poop falling into the toilet before Cody started
grunting out several smaller pieces that fell into the water with cute
little plops. Finally after 10 minutes Cody pushed out the last of the
small pieces. I then heard him tearing the last of the paper off the roll
before muttering “Oh No.” I could then hear Cody checking out the vanity
next to the toilet in the hopes of finding a new toilet paper roll, but I
had them stored in the linen closet in the hallway.

“Hey hon… I really hate to do this but can you bring me some more tp?
This roll is empty.”

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed feigning surprise. “I am so sorry babe! I’ll be
right there.” My heart must have been beating 100 miles an hour
anticipating finally being able to see my adorable boyfriend sitting on
the toilet. I did the best I could to calm myself down as I moved the
door to hand him the roll.

I almost died as I saw Cody sitting there. He had pulled his pants
halfway back up around his knees and was leaning a bit forward with his
arms folded across his lap to cover himself up as best he could and keep
his boy package out of sight! He was obviously a bit nervous and
embarassed himself and the only reason he was sitting there in the first
place was because he had no other option. I knew I probably should have
just handed him the roll and walked out but I was just spellbound. Cody
was looking even more adorable and vulnerable than I had even imagined
and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Cody kind of shifting around
nervously for a bit like waiting for me to leave without having to ask. I
finally said “Don’t worry babe, you look very cute going potty!” I
couldn’t believe I had just said what I said, but there it was!

Cody relaxed then for a moment and flashed me that adorable sexy smile
that stops you in your tracks. “Thanks, but I did quite a bit more than
just go potty! I had to go pretty bad. Sorry for stinking up the place.”

I still hadn’t turned around and I just blurted out and asked “You
wouldn’t mind if I stood here and talked while you finish up, would you?”
I instantly regretted what I had just said and I could see this look of
shock come over Cody’s face as he hesitated to answer.

“I’m really sorry! That was just really wierd!” I started to cry as I
turned to walk out. I figured Cody was probably going to take off after
this and I wasn’t going to ever see him again. You could have broken my
legs with a baseball bat and I couldn’t hurt any more than I did just
then.

“Wait! Hold on!” Cody said calling me back. “I was just really surprised,
that’s all. You can stay and talk if you want. I just want you to be
happy!” That was probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.

Looking down at Cody’s cute round bum mounted to the crapper, I began
wondering just HOW much shit was in the toilet. But I wasn’t ready to go
THERE just yet. I figured the load had to have been plenty large enough
to overcome Cody’s reluctance to take a shit at my place. Actually I’m
sure it was absolutely huge!

Cody then began to wipe up with the roll of tp I had brought him. He
unrolled it then folded it over several times into a square before
reaching into his crack and wiping away. As expected, the first few wipes
produced a lot of crap on the paper before he was clean enough to get up.
We even cracked a couple jokes about how dirty the first couple of wipes
were.

After Cody cleaned up, he got up to pull up his pants and I got a brief
glimpse into the toilet but most of Cody’s shit was covered up by all the
toilet paper.

After that, we went back to watching the movie but we ended up talking
about his great big dump all night, mostly because of my own curiosity.
After breaking the ice like we finally have, I’m sure I will get many
more performances like this first one and I’m going to take a dump for
him too.

What do you guys think?? Cody is sweet, cute, considerate, loving and
takes amazing dumps. Do I have a keeper or what?

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Dara
Yesterday at my school I had a very different experience. I had put off
writing my paper for sophomore social studies so I had to stay up to
about 3 a.m. finishing it. I only got like 3 hours of sleep, and I had a
full day of school ahead of me and then 5 hours at my mall job. I don’t
function well without sleep. So at like 7 a.m. I stopped at a c-store and
got a coffee to wake me up and I had dranken part of it during the one
block walk to my school. We have to walk up about 24 stairs to get into
the building and as I got to the top, I could feel my crap coming on. It
was like 7:10 a.m. and classes don’t start until 8. Once I got into the
school I took a couple more sips of my coffee which was still plenty hot
and I pushed the door open to the bathroom. The lights hadn’t been turned
on yet, so I guessed I was the first user. I selected the first of the
four stalls, pushed open a stubborn door (it had been bent on its
hinges), put my cup down on the floor, latched the door and the fact that
the seat was up told me I was the first user. I dropped the seat, dropped
my underwear and jeans and placed my butt over what turned out to be a
cold seat. I reached down and took another swig of my coffee as I sat for
about 5 minutes as I could feel my crap work its way down. Finally, I
made a small push and a piece about 2 inches in length ever so slowly
came out. Next there was some gas and then about six much smaller pieces
hit, a couple of them heavy enough to splash water on me. I got to
thinking that this was the first time I had been splashed like that in
quite some time. Then the 7:30 warning bell rang, reminding me that I had
only 30 minutes left before school started. I stood up and immediately
sat down again, trying to spread my legs so that I could get more out. I
knew I had to get to the computer lab and print out my paper. That and
the fact that my crap had not been that fulfilling frustrated me. About
that time I heard several others come into the room and the stall doors
were immediately swung open. Then within seconds the seats dropped, and
within a few more seconds you could hear pee streams starting, and in one
case, a real loud gas blast before some swearing and then a sigh of
relief as an apparent large crap dropped. I buttoned my jeans, leaned
over to flush and then remembered that I hadn’t wiped. I reached down,
took another drink from my coffee, then ripped off about three sheets of
toilet paper. I needed to do only minimal wiping. Then I rebuttoned my
jeans, and took my coffee over to the sinks to wash my hands. Midway
through the process I started to get the urge to pee. I glanced back and
my stall had just been taken, but a girl, who looked like she might have
been a senior, was just coming out of the second stall, so I quickly
moved in on the opportunity. There was one giant log that was the length
of the whole bowl and it was protruding out of the water and almost up to
the front rim. My first thought was “how gross” but as I reached down to
flush it, I also was envious. Within a minute I was seated and while I
peed, I gingerly leaned down and grabbed my coffee that was now half
warm. I got to thinking of the irony of it–something going in one end
and something coming out of the other. I remembered that I hadn’t peed
when I got up that morning and that might account for why I had so much
in me. I was on the stool–although this seat was warm–for about 3
minutes and my flow was continuous. I heard more students enter the room
as I wiped and stood to pull up my underwear and jeans. I flushed, picked
my coffee up with my right hand while I unlatched the door with my left.
Another girl who looked very young like a freshman bumped me in moving
for the stall even before the door had stopped swinging. I had to wait
for a sink and when I was doing so I got a very strong urge to crap and I
mean almost immediately. I looked down the row and luckily a girl had
just run out of the 4th stall and was running fast with her book bag over
her back to the bathroom entrance. I would have lost the stall if I had
been any slower in getting over there. She had flushed but there was a
strong smell of shit in the stall and skidmarks over much of the bowl. I
quickly dropped my jeans and ripped down my underwear just in time. As my
butt reached the seat I let go of about a 2-foot soft snake that curled
around the sides of the bowl. Instantly, I felt emptied and relieved and
within 15 seconds I reached for the toilet paper. I swore to myself when
I found there was none on the roll. I looked behind the metal and could
find no backup roll. “####”, I thought to myself. I looked under the
partition into the 3rd stall and could see no legs so there was no
opportunity for that occupant to pass me some paper. I partially pulled
up my jeans and underwear and quickly left the stall and slipped in next
door. I completely dropped my jeans and underwear to the floor and seated
myself for what I knew would be a messy and lengthy wipe. It must have
taken 5 minutes and the stool was 3/4 full of toilet paper when I got
done wiping, reached back and flushed, and then quickly pulled up my
underwear and jeans in case it clogged. It flushed slowly, although it
really gurgled and a good amount of water splashed up on the seat. I’m
kind of shy, so I didn’t tell the girl who was waiting on the other side
of the door that it wasn’t my pee. I just needed to get to the tech lab
and then class and I was already running late, but I felt relieved, if
you know what I mean.

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Jennifer
Hallo! Here is a story I would like to share.
In our neighborhood there is a lake where we like to swim naked.
The lake is really wonderful, with water there so warm.
One day me and my friend Alice ate very much. Just so.
Because it was very hot, we went to that lake, got undressed and began
enjoying. My enjoyment, however, was very short-term, because I felt a
pain in my stomach und an urge to poop.
I went out of the water, sat down behind a bush and at once I felt a very
big turd pushing a way out of my ass. Then one more and one more. What I
focused on was only how to relieve myself. Plop, plop – it took around 15
minutes. The pile I shitted out was so gross!
I should admit that it is a pleasure to shit naked, especially when
surrounded by a wounderful scenery:)
Happy pooping to all!

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Kenny
Hi everyone. I’m Kenny and I’m a 17-year-old Senior at a suburban
Catholic school. I’ve been lurking here for a bit for the stories about
girls peeing but I also had some sympathy for a few of the guys who tell
of their doorless stall experiences.

For four years now, I’ve gone to the same school as a guy on the football
team named Scott. Scott is 6’5 and pretty well built now although I
remember him being somewhat of a beanpole when we were both freshmen.
Scott and I aren’t bosom buddies or anything like that although we are
certainly on friendly terms. I see him at church all the time and at the
local grocery store where he works in produce and we always stop and chat
for a few moments. Like I said, Scott’s on the football team and he’s
pretty good too. I think he’ll certainly be able to play Division 2
college ball and maybe even Division 1 if he’s lucky and works hard.

At school, we typically use one of the side bathrooms to do our business.
It’s a “two-seater” job without doors on the stalls. Over the past few
years, I’ve probably seem Scott in there on the toilet taking a big shit
maybe about 15 or 16 times and he’s usually pretty cool. We’ve even ended
up buddy dumping next to each other a couple times. So, it’s not like
we’re totally unfamilar with each other.

Well, early this week at school, we’re just geting back from the holidays
and I really needed to take a big major shit after lunch. I think
something in the food wasn’t quite right that day because this shit felt
like is was going to be a bit on the soft and loose side as the pressure
built up in my nether region. So I didn’t waste any time getting myself
to the boys room and was very happy (and lucky) to find it unoccupied. I
felt my impending bowel movement was going to be quite stinky, long, and
loud and I wasn’t in much of a mood for company. Instinctively, I made my
way for the second (farthest) stall and discovered it had no toilet paper
so I went back to the first stall, quickly dropped my pants and settled
in for what I figured was going to be an extremely satisfying and
relieving dump.

Sure enough, as soon as I sit down, I let out a juicy wet fart before I
start feeling this extremly large but rather soft log force my hole open
with little effort on my part and start to crackle out of my rather fit
teenage body.

Well, just as I’m about to let this huge log fall into the crapper to
start working on a second log, the door suddenly opens and in runs Scott
like a batt out of hell. Well, it was pretty obvious to see that this
dude had to shit really REALLY bad the way he held himself and clenched
his ass cheeks together. And I’m talking about one helluva mean NASTY
shiiiit! Looking extremely wooried, Scott made a desperate dash into the
second toilet stall next to me….. THe one I already told you guys had
no toilet paper….

“Oh F^^k!” Scott yelped as he came running out of the stall. “Kenny, this
stall doesn’t have any TOILET PAPER! Please hurry up! Oh God!”

Well, at this point, I had been in the mood for a nice satsifying dump
and wasn’t feeling like hurrying up for anything. Besides, even if I DID
hurry, I was STILL at least a good five minutes away from getting the
rest of my shit driven out of my body. But I could see the way Scott was
holding himself with that worried look rocking back and forth that he was
in real trouble. I figured Scott had a much better chance of winning the
super lotto than he did of holding his shit in his ass another five
minutes. He looked like he was about to cry. (I would have just gone and
used the toilet myself and worried about the paper LATER and I’m sure
Scott would have eventually gone that route too). At that point, I began
to wonder what it would be like to see a big strong guy like this fill
his pants with shit at school. Trust me, there are a few cocky guys at
school who I would have NO second thoughts about LETTING them shit
themselves and then making them SLEEP in it for all I cared. But Scott
was (and is) one of the truly GOOD guys at this school and I realized I
really needed to help him.

“Tell you what, if you need to get started, I’ll hand you the roll under
the partition when I get done.”

“Oh my God! You are a frickin’ LIFESAVER!” Scott replied as he dashed
back into the stall. I’ve never seen a person so desperate for a shit in
my life.

I could then see and hear Scott quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping
before dropping his pants faster than a cheap hooker. I should not have
been there for what happened next. In fact, no human being or any other
living creature should have been within 100 feet of what happened next.
In fact, what happens next might be frightening for small children.

That’s because the split second Scott got his butt on the toilet, he
blasted this wall-shaking fart that was just ear-splitting. As if the
deafness wasn’t bad enough, Scott then unleashed this monstrous AVALANCHE
of shit that exploded out of his butt and pounded the water like nothing
I’ve heard before in an impressive display of out-of-control shitting.
This torrent goes on and on and on for quite a bit with Scott moaning
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Thank God….. Thank God…..”

Meanwhile, my OWN big dump didn’t seem all that satisfying anymore. I was
planning on a nice big healthy bowel-clearing dump, but the stench from
Scott’s stall was just overpowering. A nice buddy dump would have been
one thing, but Scott was shitting his GUTS out in the dump of the century.

For several minutes, it seemed like Scott just shit, snd shit, and shit
(along with quite a bit of wet farting too) in a wild concoction of loose
mush and soft chunks. I would have felt really bad for him if I wasn’t
absolutely sick from the stench and feeling like throwing up. Because I
was so nauseous and dizzy, I thought I could barely find the strength to
push my OWN load out, but eventually I did simply because I had to and no
other reason.

Finally, I was able to wipe up and was able to hand Scott the roll of
paper as I had promised. I decided I could forgive him for interrupting
my pleasurable dump. However bad I felt at the moment, it was obvious
that Scott had had it WAY worse than I did.

“Here you go Scott. Hope you’re feeling better buddy.”

Scott then reached down and took the roll of paper under the stall
partition. “Thanks dude. I am SOOO sorry about the smell. I’m lactose
intolerant and I think I ate something with MILK in it that made me shit
like this!”

“Holy Cripes! Lactose Intolerant???” I thought to myself. Good thing he
didn’t drink a strawberry shake!

Scott began wiping his butt as I pulled my pants up and flushed my
toilet. I then washed my hands and combed my hair before walking out
while Scott was still wiping his butt.

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Anny
I’ve been constipated for the past few days and right now I’m doing
anything possible to take a massive dump.

I’ve been eating bran cereal, spicy chili, prune juice, coconut, dried
apricots, almonds and drinking lots of water. It feels like things are
moving down there so hopefully later I will be all cleaned out =)

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Traveling Guy
To *nervous girl* and others who hope to share your toilet activities
with your significant other, or vice versa: be patient. Keep in mind that
for many people, using the toilet is the last frontier of privacy and
intimacy. When you think about it, it’s something that doesn’t usually
come up in conversation, even between people who know each another well.
Even here on this board, where we talk freely about it, I’m guessing
there are many who wouldn’t want to be seen actually using the can. Of
course, others could care less. lol, check out old posts from people like
“Punk Rock Girl.”

It takes a certain amount of exhibitionism to want to be seen on the bog.
That doesn’t necessarily mean you’re weird, just more open than most.
I’ve talked here before about a girl I once dated who told me how a
former male friend used to walk in on her while she was in mid-dump. She
said it was embarrassing, but from the way she told the story I could
tell she enjoyed it. But that was something I could never do to her. One
nice day while we were walking she told me she really had to take a crap.
I did, too, but I didn’t say so. We found a gas station, the older kind
with restrooms on the outside. As soon as she went into the ‘women’s,’ I
slipped into the ‘men’s.’ She finished first. When I came out, she was
standing there waiting for me, all smiles, and teasing, “And just what
were *you* doing in there?” I said, “I think I was doing the same thing
you were doing.” She kept teasing me about it for a while. If I ever had
any doubts, I knew then for sure that she was open to toilet matters, at
least to talking about it.

Then one day at her place, out of the blue, she called to me from the
bathroom. “Hey, do you want to come sit on my lap?” I was shocked, but I
thought, why not? But you know what? I just couldn’t bring myself to do
it! It might have led to a whole new aspect of intimacy between us, but I
just couldn’t. Now I regret that. That’s the last time I’ve ever known a
woman who was so open about toilet matters. My advice: if a chance comes
along for you to be open, or if you sense your friend wants to be open,
go ahead gently and sensitively, but don’t miss your chance!

I may never find that level of openness again in someone else, but at
least I’ve loosened up on my sense of humor about all things toilet.
Maybe that will help some of you, too. My wife sometimes makes jokes
about taking a dump, but she’d never let me watch her, so I don’t try. I
have to respect that. Once, though, when we were visiting relatives, I
ran out of t.p. after doing a real stinker. I shouted and asked her to
please bring me more. When she did, I could see her eying my butt and I
knew she was getting a little buzz out of the situation. It’s only
natural, don’t you think?

Last night our downstairs neighbor came up to ask about the heating
system. It was her first visit since moving in last fall. She’s a
student, about 20 or 21. She mentioned that she liked the place, so we
offered to give her a quick tour. When we got to the bathroom, she
noticed that it had been remodeled and was wider than hers, which is just
below ours. Then, much to my surprise, she sat down on the toilet. Just
so you know, the seat lid was down and her pants stayed up. She said,
“Downstairs, our bathroom is so cramped that when I sit down my knees
almost hit the tub. My poor roommate has longer legs than me, so she has
to sit like this,” she said, scrunching up her legs uncomfortably. With
that kind of openness on her part, it was time for my sense of humor to
kick in. I said, “Hey, you guys are welcome come up here anytime you want
and take a spacious, uncramped dump!” Our neighbor, my wife and I all had
a good laugh. Our neighbor winked and said, “Maybe I will!” (I don’t
think *that* will ever happen, though.) I probably wouldn’t have said
what I did had our neighbor’s boyfriend been there, too. Double standard?
It’s just that wisdom, like patience, respect and timing, is very
important. Happy pottying, all!

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Nobody
Gillian, you might like this:

So, last week I went to the toilet to move my bowels. The toilet
consisted of two stalls and I took one. I removed my pants ( Grey) and
panties ( light green) just below my knees and started to poop. Unlike
other people in this board, I rarely have those “prolific” dumps. Mine
are below average and consist of 3-4 small pieces.
Anyway, halfway through my poop session, I heard someone coming into the
other stall. She entered the stall, I heard a zipper going down and the
rustle of clothes. Now I was interested in hearing what’s going on the
other side. After a brief silence, there was the too familiar crackling
sound of a good healthy poop exiting her rectum. I knew this woman was
having a good dump, and it gave me that tingly sensation in my ???? of
knowing her intimate bowel movements.There was couple of crackling poops
like that and it sounded as if she’s all done. I heard her tearing off
tp, and then the sound of tp rubbing against her dirty bottom. She tore
off a lot of tp, wiped her bottom, flushed, pulled up her clothes and
left.

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Sunday, January 11, 2009

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