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Lisa
Hi, everybody.I’d just like to say again: I love this sight. It’s way
better than all those other sights. Their so gross! This post is about by
best friend in high school. Her name was Ilaney. She moved from Germany
at the start of grade eight, and from then on, we where pretty much best
friends.She was really pretty, kind of fat (actually, I think the better
term is “pleasingly ????.” have you ever huged someone who had kind of a
spare tire and love handles. It’s…nice. kind of cozy.) I don’t really
know what it was. I think it may have been all the rich food her mom used
to make, but man could that girl DUMP! and she would get really bad gas
about half an hour before she pooped.I remember one time, about a week
after I got my drivers licence, we went camping with about 5 other people
(including Jim) . illy (her nick name. in hindsight, it’s kind of a mean
name, what with that “ill” in there) and I took my car because we both
had things to do that day (and I wanted to DRIVE!!! you know how a person
get’s after that can drive.)Anyway, where where about half an hour out of
the city when Illy let out this RANK fart. “Oooo! excuse me!” she said.
We kind of laughed about it and she farted again. She just kept letting
go! finally, about 20 minuets later, she just said (in her cute German
accent.that was the strangest thing. Illy never really lost her accent)
“ohhh.Please pull over. I have to poo.” I was excited (I’ve always been
really turned on by other girls going poop and farting etc.) so, I pulled
over and told her I’d come and stand watch. She squated behind a tree and
farted a whole lot more. I turned my head to watch it come out. She
strained a little and the poop poked it’s end out of her hole. Illy
always had big, gassy and “creamy” (as decribed by many people at this
sight) poops and I’d seen her poop many times (i’ll explane
later.)Anyway, poop was just kind of poking out and she farted agin and
more of the poop came out. “Oooo! pardon me!” she said. She began to
strain and the poop just kept coming and coming. finally it broke off,
but another big log bagan to worm it’s way out. in the end, it turned out
to be about 12 cm long and about 5-6 cm, around.Finally, she took a
handful of leaves and whiped. After, I got the shovle and we burried it.
Illy turned and smiled at me and we kind of laughed. we got back in the
car and drove away. I’ve got lots more stories about Ilaney and otheres.
Bye everyone. Lisa

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Alex
Hi guys. Lisa, great to hear from you! Steph, Jodi, and I live in
Connecticut, about 50 miles north of New York City. My father’s from Nova
Scotia, and I have relatives there as well as in Ontario, Alberta, and
British Columbia (I’d love to visit the latter two provinces; I’ve heard
it’s beautiful out there), so I have many “Canadian Connections.” I have
no problems with anyone being gay; I’m glad to hear you’re going with
Leanne. Please post about your high school experiences when you feel the
time is right. Bridget and Doug, yes there has been a change in routine
since I returned from school, but hopefully things are back to “normal.”
Bridget, the poop sticking out was really a pain in my butt; wink wink 🙂
Tony, I think I’m back to normal; I don’t know how often you go, but
since I usually ” have a motion” at least once daily, I was starting to
get worried about being irregular. Karen, I hope you’re able to go- why
not take an Ex-Lax pill? I think it would be easier than taking an Enema.
Drew, my brother’s graduating from high school today (I’m typing this at
12:30am)- unfortunately, no more stories about his friends. Jonathan’s
OK, and has a nice personality, but Nick is very cute; I wouldn’t mind
seeing him on the toilet 🙂 Eric also has an interest in this stuff, but
I don’t think he’s posted in a while. Kerri, it’s awful that your
Chemistry teacher was such a jerk! Although I usually waited until after
class to go to the bathroom, not everyone wants, or is even abl! e to,
wait until the bell. Jay, good point about girls at around the 7th grade
“just getting their periods.” I started “bleeding” during the 6th grade,
and excused myself from class more times than I can count to “clean up.”
Some things just can’t wait. Steph, Jodi, Eric, and I went out to the
movies tonight. We saw “Hope Floats,” starring Harry Connick, Jr. and
Sandra Bullock. Eric commented on the ride back that he wouldn’t mind
seeing Sandra on the toilet! I revealed to Steph and Jodi (Eric already
knew) that I took a laxative the previous afternoon. Steph did not seem
happy with my decision, but was glad I was “back to normal.” Jodi, who’s
lactose intolerant, said she’s never had to take a laxative. Goodnight
everyone! Love ya, Alex 🙂

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Sunday, May 31, 1998

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Lisa (Jim Bobbob’s roommate)
Hi, everyone. Like Jim said, I’ve lurked here for a while; almost a year.
A bit about myself: I live in westeren Canada (Alex, Steph and Jodi:I
heard you guys live on the east coast. True?) and I’m in third year
university. As Jim mentioned, I’m gay (I hope that dosn’t bother anyone)
and I’ve been “out” for about three years now. Before then, I lived in
res. on campus. It was fun, but then Jim’s dad got his a great place and
he asked if I’d help him out with food and stuff (we’ve knowen each other
for quite a while now,coming on ten years.)A free place with a kick ass
view and no rent? how could I say no? I’m currently seeing a girl named
Leanne, but she has yet to go to the bathroom in front of me. Oh
well;someday.I’ve got a lot of stories mostly from high school. I’ll post
some later. Bye everyone Lisa

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Jim Bobbob
To: Coprologist: Hey, how’s it going?I thought I forgot to say hi to you.
Sorry! I’ve got another story about donna. enjoy. Donna’s got a REALLY
childish sence of humor. She loves dick and fart jokes. One of her
favorites is the old ” ‘Hey, guess what’ ‘what?’ ” fart gag. For those of
you who don’t know what this is, I’ll explane: the farter sits on the
couch while the sucker comes into the room. When the sucker sits beside
the farter, the farter says “Oh, hey, guess what” in a tone of voice that
sounds like they actually sounds like they’ve got big news. The sucker,
compleatly unawhere says “what?”. The farter lifts their butt, puts it on
the suckers thigh and farts.they laugh. Donna dose this to me. A lot.it’s
a good trick, too; I never know when she actually has news and when she
plans to fart on me. Anyhow, yesterday, I sat beside her and she go’s
“Hey, guess what”. I look at her “what?” she lifts her butt, puts it on
my thigh and lets out a big fart. Suddenly, it goes horrably wrong (for
her, anyway); the fart started off like burrrrrtt but it ended with this
big, wet BRUPHAS! and then, there was something solid on my thigh. Her
eyes went wide and she looked at me.”Ahhhh!” she said “I CRAPPED MY
PANTS!”She started to laugh, but she was blushing! I’ve never seen her
blush! she was so embarrased. I helped her clean up and she appoligised.
she knew it turned me on, but boy was she embarrased, dispite the fact
that I kepted telling her it was ok. anyway, I thought this would be the
end of the relationship (I mean, come on. If you embarrased yourself like
this in front of your s/o, you’d break up, too) but today, she not only
seemed normal again, but she farted like 5 times. I guess everything’s
ok. Hope you like the story Jimmy

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snorky
I’m from Canada and now that summer has arrived I love being outdoors. I
love camping, but hate using those stinky outhouses. Therefore, I go out
of my way to do my toilet duties outside, I love pulling down my pants
and squatting down in the nice soft grass and having a huge dump. I lovwe
the freedom! I just can’t believe that there aren’t more people that love
going outdoors! More stories later.

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Bridget
Thank goodness!!! This site is finally accessible again. Seeing it being
constantly unavailable got me really worried. I thought it was gone for
good. I look forward to visiting this site every day. We have all become
friends here, relating through our common interest, sharing our most
intimate bathroom habits and experiences. It’s true that this is kind of
like a therapy group, where we have come to realize that we don’t really
have a psychological problem after all. I believe everyone has thought
about these issues at one time or another, but haven’t had the courage to
admit it like we have. Like Jill, I also associate nervousness with
pooping. Whenever I am worried or nervous about something, I often feel
the urge to poop. I guess stress and anxiety are sometimes the best
laxatives. Alex, the difficulty and infrequency you are experiencing
since coming back home from school is probably due to a change in
routine. I believe that a change of enviroment and a change of habits!
has an effect on the digestive system. I can also relate to the poop
getting stuck halfway. I hate it when that happens. Isn’t it a pain in
the butt??? {Ha Ha}.

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Doug
A CHANGE IN DIET FOR ALEX Alex, did you consider that a change in diet
night be the cause for your constipation? Dorm food is high in fat. Maybe
your system has to get used to a lower fat (and healthier) diet.

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Tony
Im delighted that this website is back. I was worried that the Thought
Police had closed it! To Alex, personally I’d consider an 8 inch crescent
shaped turd a Good Motion and wouldn’t be taking Fig Newtons (I suppose
these are like the Fig Roll Cookies we have here in the UK). Alex
definitely would NOT have liked the motion I did yesterday. I hadn’t been
for a couple of days and felt a bit full up but this doesn’t bother me.
When I got up at 6.00am I felt the need to go and sat on the toilet pan
dressed only in my blue Kalvin Kline briefs which I had down at my knees.
I could feel a fat lump in my back passage and with a grunt and groan
“OO! OO!” “Ploonk!” out came a fat lump the size of a tennis ball which
floated in the water beneath me. I knew I was still full up and sat on
the toilet for a few more minutes. This motion was in no hurry to come
out and I sat there as it slowly started to slide out of my back passage.
I must say it was a pleasurable sensation as it came out eventually
slipping into the pan with a quiet “Flump!” . When I looked between my
legs into the pan I could see the long (12 inch) fat slightly curved
jobbie sunk in the bottom with the fat ball I had previously passed still
floating above it. I had by now developed an erection. Like the turds
Jill refers to the end was sticking up out of the water and I had to pull
the flush 4 times before it went away. As it had come out cleanly I only
had to use one moist wipe to clean myself. We all have our own ideas but
to me that was a “good motion”.

Jill queries people having to defecate urgently before some stressful
situation. This is part of the “fight or flight” reflex of most creatures
and is most common in pre exam or interview nerves. Many people have
either loose stools or even full blown diarrhea when faced with an
unpleasent, stressful event and even matters which should be joyfull,
such as a wedding can trigger such bowel problems, for example the bride
who gets a bad dose of the runs on the big day before the service. A
policeman friend has told me that often arrested people have a sudden
need to defecate and there have been some nasty soiling accidents in the
police car or the cells. I can also remember in Primary (Grade) School a
girl doing a (solid) jobbie in her knickers (panties) when she was
waiting to get a scolding from the teacher for some breach of school
rules.Irritable Bowel Syndrome is a chronic version of this and is common
in our modern stressful society. Jill is lucky that she has trained he! r
system to need a normal formed motion before her theatrical performances.
As to her point about men who drink a lot of beer having loose stools,
this is true. I only drink a little lager or white wine myself, and dont
have this problem, but those who drink a lot of “real ale” bitter
certainly do. I suppose the large bulk of liquid with its yeast, sugar
and hop content has a laxative effect.

Doug refers to babies passing green stools. This is called meconium and
is a normal effect in the newborn. The colour of stools is affected by
many factors in adults such as diet but generally a loose or watery green
stool would indicate bile not converted by the bacterial action of the
gut as it had gone through too quickly for the green biliverdin to be
converted to brown bilirubin which gives the usual “jobbie brown” colour
we all know so well. The pale white motions passed during obstructive
jaundice result from the absence of this bile pigment. I have found that
constipation does often result in the turd passed being darker than usual
and this might be the case with Alex’s motions. My mother’s jobbies were
usually quite dark when she was constipated but a more normal mid brown
otherwise.

Finally, like Doorman I have “accidentally on purpose” opened the door
and walked in on a female when she has been doing a motion . Apart from
doing this at home a couple of times when my mother was on the throne I
walked in on a teenage female cousin who was visiting . I waited till she
went to the toilet, which didn’t have a bolt on the door and
“accidentally” walked in just as her jobbie went “kurploonk!” into the
toilet pan. I can vividly rememember her sitting there with her navy blue
knickers (panties) at her knees and her face red and screwed up with
exertion. Afterwards I saw the hard fat jobbie she had passed as it
hadn’t flushed away.

All the best to the regulars but what has happened to Young these days?

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Philippe
To Doorman, Yes, we’d like to hear your stories about you walking in on
girls on the potty…I suppose that you are male and you ptractised your
activities in the ladies room. I’d like to know whether you had any fear
of getting caught. To John-Ohio, After your question that you asked me
three weeks ago, I went back to the place on Queen Street W. in Toronto
(called The Catacomb). Unlike my fisrt visit, there were many patrons
this time and a fair number of pretty girls. Unfortunately for me, the
girls and boys room where clearly marked and divided and I did not
observe anybody using the opposite sex bathroom. I did however visit a
place on 1 Isabella Street that used to be a gay bar and offer fantastic
voyeurism possibilities. It had closed for about a year and had just
reopened. So, I walked in with alot of trepidation. The bathrooms where
still arranged the way I knew them, but unfortunately, the place caters
to…..minors!. So, no beer. In addition, the cover charge was outrageous
and the place was poorly maintained, dirty. Also, there was, in the
bathrooms, an awful odor of cold narcotics. Nope, not my cup of tea.
Regards. Philippe.

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Steph
Hi guys! Redneck, I often eat Indian food, and though I rarely “piss out
of my ass,” I usually have one or two very runny dumps on the morning
after eating (I usually eat Indian Food at night). You would not want to
go into the bathroom after I take one of those shits! 🙂 I love the
stuff, and figure it’s a good “natural laxative,” since I’m often
irregular. Alex and I were hanging out yesterday. She’s a fussy eater and
doesn’t like Indian food- I told her Fig Newtons were a good idea, but I
also suggested she eat her favorite *junk* food. We got a couple of
pizzas (neither of us are lactose intolerant, but agree that a nice,
greasy pizza is a good way to get those intestines moving 🙂 ]- we
stopped at a small store at the way back to her house. Alex picked up a
couple of Cokes and a small bottle (20 oz, I think) of Prune Juice.
“Prune Juice?,” I asked. “I’m determined to take a huge dump by the end
of today!” was Alex’s response. I had a family party last night, so c!
ouldn’t hang out with Alex, but I did get an e-mail from her saying she
took a nice “stinky” one and “wished I was there!” I’m sure she’ll tell
you about it. BTW, I’ve also been home from school for just over a week.
Since I sometimes don’t dump every day (ranges from once every 2-3 days
to 2-3 times a day), I can’t say whether I’m more or less regular than I
was at school. Peace, Steph

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Karen
Alex………… Been home from school nearly a week and like you I’m
having trouble going. Tried a couple of times today real hard but only
did a couple marbles this morning, and nothing the other time. My parents
are going out tonight, and I think I’ll take an enema when they’re gone.

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Pooper-Snooper
To Doorman: I have been walked in on many times. Some by accident, some
by which I know to be on purpose. My sister in law walked in on me one
time knowing that I was taking a crap. Please post your stories. They
sound new and different. I do have a question on your walking in on
ladies: did you linger for a few seconds to get a good view, and what
were their reactions when you did this?

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peeman
The first time I ever saw a girl peeing was when I was a kid and a girl
who lived next door took me in an alley while she had a wee. I can
remember her lifting up her dress and pulling down her white knickers,
then she squatted down and started to wee. The pee splashed onto the
floor forming a big puddle between her legs and I can remember the
hissing sound she made as she peed. When she finished I stood looking at
the puddle which was running off all over the ground. I have dreamed
about that ever since, these days itis not so easy to find a girl who
would let you watch her weeing like that.

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Alex
Hi guys. Jimbob, thank you for responding. I’m looking forward to reading
Lisa’s stories, if she decides to post. Re her sexual persuasion, I have
friends who are gay/lesbian/bi, so no problem. I’m straight, but I’m
interested in both men and women’s toilet stories. Doug, my green poop a
couple of months back was a “lime” green, and the TP I used to wipe my
butt was also lime green. I would say my last shit was more of a
tan-green, very dark. I’ve never seen “baby shit,” so I can’t comment on
that. To the anonymous poster who asked Steph and me if we “always” fart
before going- speaking only for myself, I’d say I fart before peeing
(whether having to shit or just pee). Sometimes my farts are very loud,
sometimes soft, remembering that I am sitting on the toilet and any
sounds emitted (including the pee out of my vagina hitting the water) are
resonated by my butt covering the bowl, and by the (usually) porcelain
rim. Also, we girls are classier than guys, and wouldn’t “think” of
farting in public, wink wink :), so we wait until we’re on the toilet.

Peter, thanks for your response. I’ve lived in the same house for 18
years (since I was in diapers- I’m now 20), and you’re right to have
assumed I’ve had most of my dumps there. During elementary and high
school, when I had to go to the bathroom, it was usually only to pee
(since I usually go #2 first thing in the morning, and am “cleansed”
until at least the afternoon), but I did go poopies when the need arised.
This is the first time in the 1 1/2 years I’ve been away at college
(including my summer break, plus recesses during the year) that I’ve had
unusual bowel movements upon returning home from school, or moving from
home to school, for that matter. I hope I won’t have the need to use
physillium husks, but thank you for the suggestion. Re your girlfriend
taking enemas, I shudder at the thought of squirting liquid up my
butthole… That having been said, barring day trips and a couple of
weekends away from home, I will be at my house for the next three months,
so I will need to have normal BMs from now on 🙂 Yesterday (Friday),
Steph and I decided to order some pizza to take back to my house. While
we were out, we stopped at a store and I bought, among other things, some
Prune Juice. I’ve never had the stuff before, but figured it would help
loosen things up- the Fig Newtons I had on Thursday night helped a
little, but still I took a very small, grainy shit on Friday morning.
Redneck, funny you mentioned about eating Indian food- Steph loves the
stuff, and suggested I try some. She said it really helps get the
intestines moving- she’s posted about her post-eating-of-Indian food
experiences on here. I passed up on the offer, since I don’t like
anything too spicy. Anyway, back to the story. I had several slices of
pizza, and Steph and Eric (my brother) ate the rest. I then decided to
try the Prune Juice. Eric teased me about being “like an old lady,” but I
just ignored him. I took a couple of sips- yiccch! that stuff is nasty!
After offering it to Steph and Eric, both of whom passed on the offer, I
dumped the stuff into the sink. Eric, who also reads this site, suggested
I take a couple of laxatives (there is a box of Ex-Lax in the cupboard).
Steph, ever the nature nut, chided Eric for suggesting such a thing, but
I then thought, out of desperation, that I would take them later on.
Steph left a while later to go to a family party and I decided to try one
Ex-Lax pill. This was around 6pm- I then decided to lie down and take a
nap. I woke up at around 9:30pm and really felt the urge to go! I don’t
know if it was the Pizza, the Ex-Lax, or other factors, but as soon as I
planted my butt on the toilet, I let out a loud, quite gooey mass of
poop. I pushed a little more and let out a couple of more waves. PEE-YEW,
did the bathroom stink after that! 🙂 I got up to look into the toilet,
and there were a bunch of “worms” of various sizes, and the shit was
brown, not green. I decided at this point to flush the toilet and then
wipe myself, five times. I felt so much better afterwards! I woke up this
morning at around 7:30am and had to do both. I sat down, let out some
pee, and let out one large (about 6 inches), soft poop, and the smell was
just as bad as last night’s runs. Wiped three times and then flushed.
It’s now 7:15pm on Saturday night- a few of my friends and I (Steph and
Jodi among them) will be taking Eric out to the movies tonight- he’s
graduating from high school tomorrow and our family’s throwing a party
then. I’ve gotta sign off, talk to ya on Monday. Love always, Alex 🙂

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Drew
Thom, I enjoyed your buddy dumping story and the one about your house
guest. Did you hear or see your guest taking a dump while he stayed with
you? I occasionally suffer from constipation and have started using
suppositories in the last year. For the most part I find that they never
result in a very satisfying dump; usually a lot of small cannonballs and
gas. Only once do I recall getting a tremendous urge to shit about thirty
minutes after inserting the suppository and then having a good shit
consisting of unloading lots of soft logs. If I am really constipated, I
drink a cup of herbal laxative tea. The response time has varied from 6
hours to 24 hours, but once the urge comes there is no holding it in and
the dumps produced are absolutely enormous in content. Michael, how I
envy you in your summer school dorm. What a start to the day seeing other
guys on the pot! Keith, enjoyed your recent stories as usual. I will also
be staying in the London area over the summer. Imagine if we ended up
taking a dump in adjoining stalls somewhere! Look forward to reading
about your European shitting adventures. Ryan, where are you? Alex, any
more stories about your brother and his friends?

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Diskputers
Anyone: Whats the difference between straining and pushing?

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Jay
Great to have the site functioning normally…normal function is
important to those of us who frequent this forum! I am prompted to write
because of the infuriating post by Kerri of yesterday where her
authoritarian asshole chemistry teacher wouldn’t let her go to the
bathroom and she defied him and went anyway. What did he expect, that
you’d shit in your pants or do it in the sink in the back of the room?
Setting aside all of the tragic violence in classrooms in the US these
days–that son of a bitch could not get away with that nowadays…and to
“punish” you for what…not “timing” your bowel movements? Not only would
he have been reported to the superintendent IN PERSON by my wife Paige or
myself…but I would have URGED friends of whichever child had that
perpretrated on him or her to prank the hell out of this demon. Or,
better yet, sent him a nice note on law firm letterhead. I realize I’m
mixing school “climates” with this post, because as you know, this rarely
happens in contemporary society. However, it DID happen to my daughter
and we demanded that she immediately dismiss herself from the class if
she had to go. Her seventh grade science teacher had just such a
policy–this was 4 years ago. We didn’t drain the air out of his tires,
but made a very public issue out of it. Fact is, girls of that age have
just gotten their periods and for every other reason you can think
of…even considering common sense in “timing” visits to the bathroom
better (such as between classes), if a child has to go he or she should
be able to go by asking permission–and as long as the privilege isn’t
abused…there should be no such punitive policy relating to the need to
use the toilet. Do you also know that this science teacher deducted
points from student’s grades (an “evolved” punishment?) if they left the
classroom to go to the bathroom? It is that policy that nailed the
bastard. We appealed to the principal with a line usually reserved for
union negotiations: “This shit’s gotta stop.” It stopped all right!

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Saturday, May 30, 1998

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Peter
Alex: Regarding your question about being able to do #2 when you go home
from school. In theory, it should not be a problem – after all, you have
probably pooped more in your own bathroom than from any other place.
However, I have a girl friend who is a little older than you that tells
me she can never poop when she visits her parents. In fact, she loads up
on those small enema products you can get at the drug store before going
home. I went home with her once, and it was really bad because she forgot
her enema products. After 5 days, she finally was able to talk a dump in
the woods when we were on a day-long hike. I had to prop her up against a
tree, and there was a lot of pushing before she could move out a big,
hard turd.

Regarding getting a turd stuck on the way out – it is no fun, but at
least things are moving. I know what you mean though when you say you
felt you still had a lot to move. I don’t like figs but instead I take
physillium husks (a powder you can get at any health store) with two
glasses of water – it is soft, jello-like bulk when water is added – just
the thing you need to get your intestinal muscles moving things along
again.

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pooping girl
glad the site is back. Nothing to exceptional on the toilet lately, but
to answer silent spice I really noticed my interest in people going to
the toilet when I was in high school. I would always take a stall next to
one where there was somebody on the toilet and would listen to them go. I
also liked to be heard doing my jobbies as I grunted and farted.

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Jim Bobbob
To Alex: Yes, Lisa’s still around, she just hasn’t had a lot time to
post. She’s gay (I figgure I should tell every one that before she starst
posting about how her girl friend (insert pooping story here)) She’s got
some interesting stories. well, that all for me. It’s good to back. Jimmy

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Doug
BABY POOP New born infants have green poop, so I have heard. Alex, you
had greenish-brown poop a short while ago and further back you also
passed a green log. So you occasionally do baby poop. Ha ha ha!

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redneck
Well, I had some interesting dumping today. My wife got up about 3:30
this morning to do her paper route. About 4 am, I had to shit real bad. I
ended up “pissing” out of my ass and did a repeat performance at 5 am as
well. About 7:30 am, I went to the grocery and had to shit again which
was mainly gas and the same again at 9:30. My wife and I had Indian food
yesterday and she had the shits last nite. I wonder if it was the food.

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Coprologist
Great that we’re finally up and running again. I have had severe
deprivation symptoms for the last few days, no Toilet Page! I had been
waiting for a week to read Jim Bobbob’s post, he told us on another site
(which I am not allowed to mention, because it is a sort of rival to
this, if you’re interested in fartng) that he had posted his story here,
and for several days I have beebn trying to read it. Jill, good to hear
from you again. I hope the pre-stage dumps enhance your thespian talent.

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kerri
I had this one teacher for Chemistry in high school that was the absolute
worst. He would not let us out of class even if we had to go to the
bathroom. Many afternoons, I’d be sitting in his class desperately
holding it in and hoping I’d make it until class was over. I never had
any accidents but many close calls with either function. One day, though,
I knew that there was no way I could hold it in until class was over. I
really had to go #2 that day and it was lab day — meaning a double
period class. He wouldn’t even let us go in the time between classes.
Anyway, after being denied permission to go 3 times, I apologized and
said that I really had to go and couldn’t wait. I then got up and left
and went to the girls’ room without permission. Man, I did such a turd
that afternoon that it actually clogged the toilet. And I’m talking about
just the turd itself as I flushed it before I even wiped myself. I went
into another stall to wipe myself. When I went back to class, he told me
I had to see him after school. For punishment, he made me sit in
detention for 2 1/2 hours writing out the sentence, “I must learn never
to leave class without permission again.” I had written it over 200 times
before he let me leave. He told me that next time I “disobeyed him”, he’d
make me finish 1000 lines. Fortunately for me, I never quite did have
that big an emergency in his class again.

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your name (optional)nikki
I got home really drunk last week I neede to pee and poop real bad
started to pee myself but held the poop in until I reach the john, Sat
down and let out an explosive fart just as I pulle d my damp panties away
Spplattt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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DOORMAN
You know what I like to do? I like to open the door on women while they
are using the toilet. It’s an easy way to see someone on the pot. All you
have to do is wait ’til a person goes in and then “accidently on purpose”
open the door and pretend you didn’t know they were in there. I have done
this for 13 years. I’m 26 now. Does anyone else like to do this? Or has
anyone had this done to them? I have some interesting stories to tell.
Thought I’d get a response to this post before I told any of them.

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Fluidity
Regarding Jillian’s fact finding mission: I am MOST impressed that you
were able to “casually” hold over a liter of urine and decided to whiz
only because you had to pass some gas and feared such an activity
(passing gas) might open the floodgates. Except for that gas, can I
assume that you were under no great urgency to empty yourself. You knew
you were very full but holding it was not a problem. Without the
unexpected fart would you have gone to sleep and attempted to sleep
through the night? I further gather that the release of that immense
volume of piss was eroticly thrilling? I can assure you that some of us
would love to find a woman willing to share such an activity. Very best
wishes, and keep us up to date with your missions, Fluidity

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Friday, May 29, 1998

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Jill
Well I haven’t been able to access this site for a few days now, but
hopefully this post will work! To Trevor: I certainly hadn’t heard that
explanation of going to the toilet out of nervousness before. For my
part, a pre-show dump is part of my routine, my ritual. After a bowel
movement I feel more lively and energetic. There is a practical angle as
well; in that once a show has started, there aren’t always too many
opportunities to get to the loo – and some costumes are not designed with
toilet activities in mind! There is some truth in what you say about mens
movements smelling “pungent”. I have noticed this on occasions at home,
and I put it down to alcohol. My husband likes a beer or two, and I think
it causes him to have runny dumps leaving a pungent odour totally
different from the “sulphorous” smell that mine seem to make, and about
which he frequently complains! Someone pointed out in here a while back
that to reduce the smell, it helps to flush often, and I have tried that
when using the loo at someone else’s house and it does seem to work. Also
I think that there is more smell when some of the poo is sticking out of
the water, which is what usually happens at home. Some loos have deeper
water, and are less likely to be smelly. To Tom and Duke: I see you
describe my movements as “whoppers” – do I detect a hint of jealousy?
Well as I am sure you guys have been told before, size isn’t everything!
The amount of poo someone produces is a relative thing – my movements may
seem large to you, but they are normal to me. It is down to individual
make-up and eating habits I guess. Tom describes me as “lucky”, but
really my good fortune is to be regular. Yes, I admit I do like my food –
but I am a healthy eater, and I take plenty of exercise; this combination
seems to produce good regular bowel movements, which I confess, I find a
pleasureable experience! Finally, Duke suggests that I might leave
“skidmarks” in the pan – and yes of course I do. The “under water” marks
tend to flush away, but where a poo has rested against the side of the
bowl above the water line, the mark tends to be more resistant to
flushing, and might need to be brushed away.

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Trevor
I never understood why the sitting on the toilet survey asks if you
“usually re-dress your self outside the stall/washroom”. I’d never
thought of doing that so I thought, perhaps it’s something women do in
women’s restrooms. What I saw last weekend would seem to confirm this. I
was at a fairground where there were very small and cramped blue
hut-toilets (what in Britain we call portaloos). As I approached one of
them the door opened and an attractive young woman walked out. She had
stretch-tight pink jeans on but the waistband was undone and the fly was
open to reveal the top of a pair of blank panties and a dark bush half
un-covered. To my amazement she stood and finished dressing outside the
hut, in the open air.

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Alex
Hi guys. I have a question for my fellow college students, most of whom I
assume have finished the semester. Have you had any problems with
irregularity, diahrrea, or other “abnormal” bowel habits since returning
home? I’ve been home for one week (the distance from my college to my
house is one state and about 120 miles) and have had only three bowel
movements. I usually shit once, often twice, daily, and I’m wondering why
this is happening. I’ve been eating a lot more than usual [nothing like
free reign of the refrigerator and cupboards at home 🙂 ], but have had
trouble going to the bathroom. I’ll tell you about my latest shit. I felt
the “urge” yesterday (Wednesday) afternoon, so I sat down to pee- I
stayed on the toilet for about five minutes and nothing happened. I woke
up at around 8:30 this morning, again with a “full” stomach. I sat down,
let out some pee, and strained for about five minutes- again, nothing. At
around 2:00 this afternoon, I sat down again, sin! ce I had to pee. I
strained with all my might and a piece came halfway out of my anus and
stopped. I HATE when that happens!!! So I sat there, with a piece of shit
sticking out of my butt- I resorted to Stephanie’s method of putting my
head between my knees, without squishing my breasts. I don’t know how she
does it… After tensing up every bone in my body, the log finally
dropped out of my butt-hole. I sat for a few more minutes trying to let
any more out [I knew that I was still “full of shit” :)], but nothing
happened. The log was a “crescent” about 8 inches long and I would
describe it as being “gritty,” a very pale greenish-brown. There was a
slight “sulfuric” smell to it and I had to wipe four times. My last shit,
which I think was on Monday afternoon, was similar in size and makeup. I
went to the grocery store this afternoon and got some Fig Newtons (I like
Fig Newtons. Steph says they’re high in fiber and wrote it helped Allison
go when she had trouble)- hop! efully, they’ll loosen up my intestines.
So, to make a long story even longer, please let me know if any of you
have had similar problems since returning from school. Posts from
travellers would also be appreciated. Silent Spice, I’ve had an interest
in bathroom habits for as long as I remember. I’ve only gone in front of
Steph, my best friend. With the exception of Jodi, I don’t know if I
could let anyone else watch me go to the bathroom, or vice versa. I do
love hearing what others are doing, however. Talk to ya soon. Love, Alex
🙂

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redneck
This is for Silent Spice. I was about 7 or 8 when I got into wanting to
watch someone on the can. It was a next door neighbor who was a girl and
also my age. I enjoyed watching her sit on a toilet. When I was 10 years
old, the neighborhood kids would play like boys in one group and girls in
another group. We be over someone’s house and one of us have to take a
shit. We all go into the bathroom and watch whoever had to crap. It was
fun. At school, the stalls did not have doors and when I went into the
bathroom and saw someone on the can, I would watch and we would joke
around. When I was in Boy Scouts and we were at Summer Camp, we would
“buddy” dump at the only flushable john in the whole camp. My cousin who
is several years younger than I was would also buddy dump as well. I
guess being older now, the adults don’t get into doing fun things like we
did when we were kids. Try doing some of the things today as adults as
you did as kids and it is called uncool. In fact, one time, I was over at
a couple of friends house near school right after I graduated from
college, we were upstairs and all 3 of us were talking. One of the guys
was on the toilet with his pants down to his ankles.

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Pooper-Snooper
Hi folks,I don’t know if it’s just me, but I have had a real hard time
logging on to this site. In case I lose it again forever, I just wanted
to say that reading, and talking to some of you has been one of the best
experiences of my life! I’ve read every post from page one. To me, you
are all some of the most admirable people I’ve ever had the chance to
talk to because of your honesty in the topics that we’ve all shared in
here, and the courage that it takes to come forth with some of the more
intimate things I’ve read from some of you. This site has been for me,
better than 10 years of expensive talk therapy, because it would take
that long for a doctor to “cure” a problem which turns out not to be a
problem at all! I’m beginning to believe that everyone else has the
problem, and we’re the lucky ones who came out OK. I’ll try to post some
more stories, but if I should lose contact with you , it’s been a real
pleasure, and I will miss you all For Silent spice: I honestly can’t say
where my interest in pooping comes from. My wife thinks it’s because I
was molested when I was young. It mostly took place on the toilet, or in
the bathroom, by a woman who would babysit me when I was about 6. Lots of
strange and bad things went on, So it’s kind of hard for me to find a
connection there, but it could be true I guess. Other than that I don’t
know, but I do love it! Anyway, my best to you all, keep those great
stories coming!

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Thursday, May 28, 1998

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