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Jessica
This is my Brown Friday story. Why is it called Brown Friday? Because it
was Black Friday for shopping, but wound up being a Brown Friday for my
panties.

I got up at 4 am to hit the mall for shopping on Black Friday like many
people. I went with my friend Samantha, who, like me is 30 years old. We
are both married, neither with kids, normal, healthy adult women. Women
who aren’t supposed to poop their pants at age 30!

We spent the day shopping and going from store to store and as the day
wore on I knew I needed to poop but just ignored the urge each time it
came up. I had to cross my legs and squeeze my butt cheeks together more
than a few times while browsing for clothes, but the lines were so long
and crowds so big I didn’t want to fight the restroom lines or take
longer in stores because there were so many places we wanted to get and
so little time to do it. I figured I’d just hold it until we stopped for
lunch somewhere. By 11 am, however, my body was having other ideas since
I had been up for 7 hours already and was quite tired. If I had been
thinking more clearly I would have gone sooner. As it was Samantha and I
were standing in a never ending line to checkout at Kohls when I got the
pre-poop farts again and my colon started pushing, telling me it was
time. I crossed my legs and squeezed, thankful I was wearing a long,
knee-length coat so nobody could see above my knees. We inched forward
slowly in the line, but that poop urge was not going away – it was
getting stronger. Much stronger. Sam saw I was distracted and asked if I
was ok. I whispered in her ear, “No, I’ve really got to go to the
bathroom.” She said, “Go, I’ll take your stuff and pay for it and you can
pay me back later if you aren’t back.” I gave her the clothes I was
holding, kept my purse, and started walking carefully back towards the
far side of the store in the back to the restrooms, trying hard not to
look like a lady who was trying desperately not to soil herself. I had to
stop more than once to squeeze everything tight and pretend I was looking
at some item to keep it inside. I was cutting it close, too close, and I
knew it. My butt cheeks felt sweaty and sticky. I could see the restrooms
up ahead. I could also see the line. Not good.

I got in the end of the line, which was a dozen ladie’s or more long
already, and shifted from leg to leg, squeezing my butt cheeks, praying
under my breath for mercy and a strong sphincter. The line slowly moved
forward every few minutes, but I didn’t have a few more minutes. It was
taking every muscle in my behind to keep the turd inside me. The clock
seemed to stand still. A few more ladies exited and a few more entered
and the rest of us moved forward. I was now the 4th woman in line.

I was also out of time. Try as I might, my body gave a push I couldn’t
stop and I felt my anus forrced open and a firm movement begin to move
quickly downward and press against my panties and jeans. The clothes gave
it some resistance and for a moment it stopped – like my heart, even
though I could hear it pounding in my ears. Then my body gave another
push and it resumed its momentum, pushing my panties outward, making room
as the turd slowly and steadily forced its way out into a hot, slightly
mushy pile under my cheeks and between my legs. I just stood there, legs
slightly apart, face burning hot. It probably only lasted less than 30
seconds. The bulge grew, hidden under my long coat – thank God for that!
– and then it was over. I had done it. I had completely pooped my
panties. A 30 year old grown woman. Impossible! But then I realized I
felt something else – a different sensation more towards the front and
realized I had begun peeing as well. I was able to quickly cut off the
flow of urine, but my crotch felt very warm and so did my upper thighs.

A moment later the doors opened again and three women exited, allowing
the three in front of me to go inside, and I waddled forward, praying
nobody behind me could smell my accident. I stood there feeling the
warmth of the movement against my skin and it honestly wasn’t an
altogether unpleasant feeling. The door opened again and it was finally
my chance to get inside, waddling carefully into a stall. I took off my
coat, hung it on the hook, and carefully unbuttoned my pants and lowered
them – the wet spot extended down to just above my knees.

I then carefully lowered the panties, feeling the ball of poop free
itself and then hang limply in the seat of my pink panties and lowered
them down very carefully until I could dump the baseball sized lump into
the toilet with a splash. While the movement was solid, it still left a
big stain in the seat of my panties – which were also quite wet, of
course – so I knew I coulnd’t wear them any longer. I wiped my butt clean.

I sat down and finished peeing and then took out my cell phone and hit
Samantha’s speed dial number. She answered and said she was just about in
line. I whispered to her that I needed a big favor. She said ok. I
whispered “I didn’t make it”. She said she couldn’t hear me. I whispered
again a little louder. Still couldn’t hear. One more time, this time
almost a full speaking voice, “I didn’t make it in time!” I heard the
woman at the sink giggle. “You what!?” Sam said. “I need you to bring me
some panties and the pair of jeans I was buying.” More giggles. “Are you
serious?” “Yes, just please hurry!” “You peed your pants?” “I wish that
were all…” “Oh my God!” She supressed a laugh. “Are you ok? Are you
sick?” “No, I’m not sick, I just couldn’t hold it and had an accident –
just bring me the clothes please!?” “Ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

So I sat there on the toilet in the stall, soiled panties and wet jeans
around my ankles, and played games on my phone for the next 25 minutes
until the door opened and I heard, “Jessica? Where are you?” from Sam.
“In here,” I called. She handed me a three-pack of Hanes Her Way and my
new pair of jeans under the stall door. I slipped off my boots, pulled
the jeans and panties off, draped the wet jeans over the top of the stall
door, opened the new pack of panties, pulled on the new panties and
jeans, slipped on my boots, and then wrapped the soiled panties in a few
layers of toilet paper.

I opened the door to see Sam with a huge grin on her face holding an
empty bag out to me, “For your jeans.” I dropped my soiled panties in the
garbage, stuffed the wet jeans into the shopping bag, washed my hands,
and we left.

When we got to the car Sam made me recount to her what happened and why,
still not believing that I could have had an accident like that at my
age. I said that I had seen her pee her pants within the last few years.
“Yeah, but at least I didn’t poop myself!” she replied. I couldn’t argue
with that…

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today, i did the weirdest thing. i went into a stall, put all my stuff
down, sat for two minutes, forgot why i was there, and left. i didn’t
need to go at all, i don’t know why i did that.

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Jake
once when i was eight i was sick and so i went to throw up and as my
muscles spazzed i dropped a huge load in my pants (my sickness had made
me constipated) and i couldnt stop for around ten minutes and so when i
was finished, my very strong, elastic underwear was around my knees

another time was when i was playing tennis i went to the single mens
bathroom and i opened the door and turned on the light and their was this
girl sitting there pooping and just as i went in she let out a wave of
diarhea so i quickly left and went to stand outside because i really
needed a piss and a dump and so ten minutes later (after i had dropped a
huge BM in my pants and my crotch was soaked with piss she finaly came
out and then moaned and then continued pooping in her pants

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Jeff
One of the worst and most mortifying experiences of my life occurred when
I was ten years old. I was at my friend’s house during the winter and we
were playing in the snow with a few of her other friends. I was the ONLY
BOY there. We were running around building snow forts and throwing
snowballs. Before I could stop it, I let rip this loud and wet fart and
splattered my underpants with diarrhea. The girls all laughed at me until
they saw the look of dismay on my face. Although no one said anything, I
know they all knew that I had just shit my pants. I said, “I have to go
home.” I had to walk six blocks through the snow with the seat of my
underpants smeared in shit. I don’t know that I was ever so embarrassed
in my life.

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FishnorFowl
To the person who mentioned using public toilets as a transsexual-

I am a FTM transman, I know you are struggling right now. Trust me it
gets easier. Just go in and do your business with your head held high, I
promise you know one will pick out anything amiss.

On another note-

I used a bathroom in a popular restaurant yesterday, an upscale place,
the mens’ room had 4 toilet stalls and 4 urinals. I walked into the empty
room only to find that someone shit in the first urinal. Now I ask..WHY!?
Not to be funny, but it was one average size firm piece, so it could not
have been done in desperation. It wouldn’t bother me if it were one of
those old-school open grate urinals, but this type could not flush
anything solid down, so some poor employee would have to fish this out.

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Laurel
to Just Jerika:
Your concerns are not uncommon for someone your age. I’m in my mid-30s
and still remember when I was your age and how insensitive both the boys
and girls can be to those who are most sensitive. I’ve written before
about my live-in boyfriend John who by-the-way was harassed (I believe
the more precise word being used in schools today is ‘bullied’)at age 4
and 5 because when he had to crap at school in those god-awful doorless
stalls, he stood out because he would sit over the side of the seat and
hold onto the toilet paper roll holder with his hands because he hadn’t
outgrown that fear he had when he was younger that he might slip
backwards and fall into the toilet. His dad had tried to break him of
this habit and fear, but when John was alone at places such as school, he
fell back to the side-sitting routine. Also, once or twice he squirted
some pee into his underwear because when he didn’t remember to tuck his
penis into the bowl, it was hanging over the side of the seat. After
first grade in public school, his parents switched him to a parish school
which was smaller and he gained a lot more confidence. I too, Jerika,
gained more confidence in my body and regularly going to the crowded
bathrooms when I went to high school. But that wasn’t before some
experiences in junior high that were outright mean-spirited. My best
friend Barb–a few inches taller than you–was way overweight and
frequently called “Barge” both to her face and behind her back. It didn’t
help that the desks would creak when she sat in the seat or one morning
during our 10 a.m. break, she nearly fell into the bowl when a loosely
sitting seat finally broke off when she sat on it. It didn’t help Barb’s
confidence when her mom called the principal’s office and was told that
it was probably Barb’s fault that the plumber needed to be called to
repair the seat. For weeks afterwood, classmates would whisper about a
big splash coming when Barb would walk down the hall with her wooden
bathroom pass. In my case, Jerika, I gained more confidence in myself by
getting involved in school activities and hanging out with those who were
both sensitive toward others and confident in themselves. This is a big
word but there’s a “synergy” that’s created by hanging with positive
rather than troubled students, the latter of whom try to bring others
down to their level of low self-esteem.

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Melissa
im 16 and i live with my boyfriend who is 18. we have only been goin out
a couple months but he is really nice and cute. it was a awkward
situation how we live together but we make it work. before i would try
going somewhere else to poop but now that we live together it is
impossible to hide some things. when we first moved in together he used
to always try to disapeer when he had to poop. but sometimes unavoidable
things happen. Before he came home from work one day i was taking a bath.
he burst in the door all paniced and distraught. he is so shy when he has
to poop. he tried saying he had to use the bathroom but didnt say he had
to shit. i said go ahead. i could tell he was nervous and shy. then he
pulled down his pants and just exploded on the toilet. he didnt even say
anything he was just ashamed. everytime i heard him poop it turned me on
for some reason and it was something i would never think would. a month
later i wanted him too see me pooping. one day i just went into the
bathroom with a magazine and sat on the toilet with the door open so he
would see me. when he walked by it was the first time he ever seen me on
the toilet. he never even seen me pee. when he looked up he had that same
nervous look like he wasnt supposed to see that.

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Blue Circle
To Erik: Mistakes happen. It seems imbarrassing now, but it will blow
over. Look at it this way, at least they weren’t totally disgusted by
seeing you shit. They were laughing, so obviously they were pretty
relaxed about it. Go ahead and show your face,. Once you get over the
enissial embarrasment you will be able to laugh with them about it.
To Mathias: That sounds like an awesome way to meet a girlfriend. I look
forward to your other stories and I hope you two are doing well.
As for me, I don’t really have anything interesting to report at the
moment. Hopefully I will have something to share soon. One thing I will
say though, is that I go to college and live in an apartment with two
other guys, but I rarely ever poop there because 98 percent of the time I
clog the toilet. I usually walk to campus late at night, find a quiet
bathroom and unload there. When school starts again I’ll be sure to post
about my experiences.
Hope everyone is well.

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shyman
so i am at school for longer than normal today, and at one point i had to
crap. so even though i hate public toilets, and i hate people knowing
that i’m doing #2, i went into the second stall (There were only 2, a guy
was in the first one already, i could see his legs which meant he could
see mine, too), pulled down my pants to my knees, and started going. it
required a lot of effort, but it was out in less than 3 minutes, and i
flushed, and left the stall. when i was washing my hands, he came out,
too, and we made eye contact, and i got out of there quickly. i felt
embarassed. i don’t know why though.

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Sarah – liked your post about you peeing your pants in the theater while
watching Titanic. The best part was no one ever finding out you peed your
pants.

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Grizzly Adams
Hey everybody. Been so busy lately havent had time to post. Ive got a
story from a night my gf Alyssa stayed at my house. About 3 in the
morning I heard her get up but I pretended to stay asleep. I opened my
eyes slightly while she left the door open. She walked into the bathroom
and put the toilet seat down. She then raised her robe and lowered her
pink cheeky panties to her ankles and sat down. She opened her legs wide
and started peeing a real gusher that lasted 3 minutes. It splashed
loudly against the water. She paused and let out a long wet fart and
dripped more pee for another minute. Then she let out a long that went
FLOOMP in the toilet. Then she let out 3 more turds that went plop plop
plop. She farted again and let out a massive watery wave of diarrhea and
moaned. Then she peed for another minute. Then I saw her unroll the
Charman as she wiped her butt 4 times and her pussy twice. She then stood
up pulled her panties back up and flushed the toilet. Hope y’all liked my
story. See ya.

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Pee Brain
Last Tuesday, my alarm clock didn’t go off and I didn’t wake up on time
for school, so my mom had to drive me to school instead of me taking the
bus.

And she was in such a rush, that I didn’t even have time to pee before we
left!

By the time we got halfway to school, I had to go sooooo bad that I told
my mom that I was gonna pee all over my seat if she didn’t pull over and
let me go!

Well, that got her attention. Finally, she pulled over at the side of the
road near some woods to let me go.

I walked a little into the woods and found a good spot to do my business.
That’s when I heard a big vehicle coming.

I turned around, and saw my school bus drive by, with everyone staring
out the window and laughing at me!

When I got to school, everyone who saw me started cracking up.

Now my nickname is “Pee Brain!” Ugh. So much for the Great Outdoors.

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Josh
Had a really satisfying dump the day after thanksgiving. My girl went
shopping leaving the house to myself. Our toilet is off the living room
and the walls are paper thin so anything that is doen in the bathroom can
be heard through the entire house. If given the opportunity I can spend
all morning on the toilet and thats exactly what I did. I brewed some
coffee and brought some car magazines in with me. It was one of those
dumps where you sit and go and think your done. But after continuing to
sit there is more to push out and then even more. Thats the great thing
about having the house to oneself, you can spend as much time as you
want. It really felt good to spend enough time to truly feel empty while
sitting there on the toilet. When I finally got done the bowl was really
full of yellow snakes, so much so that they were above the water line. I
could acually see how my product conformed to my intestines by the
twising back and forth nature of the turds. Just in case I flushed and
then wiped and flushed again to make sure the toilet wouldn’t be clogged.
Anyway its not that I am a shy pooper, but I can really relax when no one
else is around.

Erik, that sucks but think how hot that must have been for your
girlfriend. tell her how you feel and see if she will go in front of you?

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Delilah
Hey everyone I had an interesting time at the gym today that I thought
you all might like to hear about. I was there at about eight forty five
am and was in the locker room changing into my workout attire. A lady who
looked perhaps five or seven years older than me, in her mid thirties,
walked in and put her coat in a locker (she was already wearing her
attire and did not need to change) then went straight in to the toilet
stall not five feet from where I was sitting on the locker room bench. It
was quiet in there we were the only two people in the locker room at the
time. I heard her lower her sweat pants and the squish of her bum as she
took a seat. Then I heard her grunt and heard a hissss as she shot out a
stream of pee that lasted mabye three seconds. Immediately after that I
heard an audible plop and heard her sigh. Then her pee stream started up
proper and lasted for about a minute or so. It was intermittently
forceful and trickly as I believe it was influnced by the pushing out of
a log as I heard crackles as well. After the pee was over I heard her
grunt again and I heard the familiar swish-thunk sound of the end of a
serious bowel movement slipping into the water. She then stood up (I
could see most of her legs thanks to the high floor clearance partition
of the single stall toilet) and tore off a length of toilet paper and
crumpled it up I assume from the sounds. I heard a rubbing noise and I
looked through the wide crack in the door (it’s a very non private stall
to discourage bad behaviour in it) and saw her standing up with her pants
at her bent knees with her butt stuck out. She was wiping up and down the
length of her crack repeatedly, stopping several times to squish the
paper into her anus I assume from what little I could see through the
crack. She then took the paper after about thirty seconds of this and
tossed it in the toilet. I heard the toilet flush and strain and heard
her swear to herself as it wasn’t going down. She left the stall and ran
out into the workout area not regarding my presence at all. Being the
curious seeker that I am I could not refuse to inspect the stall. The
second she was out the door I went into the stall and sniffed at her poop
aroma. Very strong, meaty I think and very pungent. I then looked into
the toilet and saw a massive log dark brown to almost black lodged
against the sewer hole, perhaps nine by three inches. Wow, I said to
myself, that is one serious poop! The toilet paper was lying in wad form
next to it on the left and had a noticeable poop presence on the center
axis of it. I felt lucky to be able to have this experience. It’s rare to
be able to examine somone’s poo in direct conjunction with having heard
the performance and seen a tiny bit of it. I felt like I could be friends
with this woman, her pooping was so similar to my own. Except that when
wiping she rubbed repeatedly where I favor a single swipe to the top and
done, concerning the use of only one wad of tp we are alike as well as
the standing posture that we had nearly identical in form from what I
could ascertain. Being in the stall inhaling the strong odor I felt I
just had to sit on the toilet with that huge poop in it so I lowered my
shorts and bikini white panties and sat on the still warm seat. I thought
about how I too leave bowel movement offerings the same as the one I was
sitting above. I relaxed and peed a little bit then pushed. It had been
three days since my last poop and I knew with a little effort I could
push it out. After a minute or so nghh grunting I felt a poo emerge, then
crackle out for a few minutes with an average feeling stretching
sensation. After three or so minutes it was done and I stood up and
looked at it. It had landed nearly directly ontop of hers and was
slightly longer and thinner. I had my workout gloves on and didn’t want
to get them dirty so I just pulled up my shorts and panties without
bothering to wipe. I would be changing my panties after my post workout
shower and could allow my butt to simply wipe itself on them as I worked
out. I’m totally fine with this as I’m something of an eco friendly
person and do everything I can to help the environment. I view toilet
paper as very ecologically wasteful and do my part to severely limit the
amount I use. So when I feel right about it I go without wiping, I
figured whatever I was changing my undies after showering anyway. I left
the stall with the toilet with the two poops in it, and went and worked
out as I always would. I took an elliptical machine right next to the
woman whose poop I witnessed and we struck up a conversation which of
course had nothing to do with that. We’re now friends and agreed to have
coffee and mabye hang out or something. She of course has no idea about
any of this and seems to be a genuinely great person. I’ll let you all
know if I witness anything else regarding this in the future!

Delilah

P.S. Jackie, I appreciate your intrest in wiping as I’m totally
fascinated by it as well. I think it’s cool that you like to be totally
clean, I just prefer to be a bit more natural but respect and love you
all the same. As far as your question goes, after pooping before a shower
if I randomly wipe it will definitely come out brown at the top of my
crack. How much is dependent wether I wiped once or not at all:-) All my
love to you Jackie your friend Delilah!

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Turd Lover
Had a great poop episode this morning. A series of about 20 or 30 little
“turdballs” came bursting out of my rectum like automatic rifle fire —
followed by a very nice well-hung log which landed with a big splash that
soaked ny arse. A quick wipe of the bum and I was ready to face the day
with pride.

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Wednesday, December 09, 2009

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Hints from Heloise (not)
Here are two great suggestions I guarantee you won’t find in Heloise
Hints for dealing with problems everyone here faces from time to time…

First…How do you get rid of poop smells in the bathroom? What a lot of
people do is poop, and then they spray air freshener in the air, which
really just mixes in with the poop smell to give a new smell which is
just as bad as the poop smell. What I do is this. You sit down on the
toilet and have the air freshener handy. Then right before you are ready
to poop, lift up your butt and spray the air freshener directly into the
bowl. Spray a lot of it. Then you immediately plop your butt back down
and poop. As soon as all the poop is done, flush it down before you lift
up your butt to wipe. If you want, you can spray some more spray into the
bowl before you wipe, but it’s usually not needed.

Second, how do you get rid of that nagging poop smell on your fingers
when you acidentally get poop on your fingers while wiping? Seems like
all the soap in the world won’t get rid of that lingering trace of poop
smell. My solution? Two words. Tooth paste. After you wash your hands as
thoroughly as you can, squirt some tooth paste on your fingers and rub it
in real good, then wash again. The poop smell will go away from your
fingers…

Comments? Do I have a career ahead of me as an advice columnist?

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Ian
Another story from my early teens. We were on a two family holiday in
Cornwall and Michael and I spent loads of time in the surf. We would go
down to the beach after breakfast and spend most of the day there,
meeting up with a couple of other holiday makers about our age. We would
change amonst the dunes and have a game of football or cricket. Usually
when someone needed the loo they would go into the dunes for a minute and
then dome back.

Anyway Michael being himself, one day when he was batting at cricket,
waited until the lad bowling was running in and said dramatically WAIT!
he then pulled his trunks to one side and began to pee right there in the
open on the beach. I could see that he was quite excited, but he managed
to do a longish pee weaving from side to side. The other lads were a bit
surprised at first but eventually just laughed and watched, then we
carried on the game. A little while later one of the other lads said he
was going up in the dunes, but Michael badgered him to do it here like he
had. He didn’t take much persuading and was soon spraying a jet from side
to side whilst walking up the ‘pitch’.It was clearly showing off time.

I was ready too and wanted to do sonething different. So i said yes i
have to go too and when they all turned to see i stood with my legs apart
and wee’d through my trunks, which were pushed out at the front. This got
a ripple of applause hehe. This became the preferred style for the day we
drank loads of pop and eadh time anyone needed to wee we would stand and
do it in our trunks, Michael even managed to do a little when he was
wrestling with one of the other guys and was sat across his belly.

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Kalee
Most of you probably know from my previous postings that I’m 26, work for
a large company downtown and take college classes at night. Because I’m
away from home a lot, I’m relying on public bathrooms almost all the time.

First, the splashback that Vincene had while she was crapping at school,
has always been a concern to me, too. Back when I was her age, I didn’t
always flush the unflushed toilet before using it. Sometimes I was lazy,
sometimes I there was pee and several persons’ pee and I didn’t want to
have the stool run over. But then one day in Everyday Living (sex ed)
class, I got to thinking about that filthy pee from someone else on my
vagina and from that day on I always will flush first or, and this is
something my grandmother taught me, lay strips of toilet paper across the
top of the water, before I crap. You pretty much need to lift the seat
first if you’re going to do a good job with it. Second, I agree with
Vincene that’s it’s nice to have the skirt on when you have to use an
open stall at a place like a bus terminal. That 9 or 10 year old girl
just sitting there with her jeans and panties all the way down to the
floor. If her mother were to have walked in while she was on the stool, I
wonder what “advice” she would have received. It just seems like our
worst craps are always the messiest to clean ourselves up from and that
they happen in the worst public places.

I also wanted to comment on Just Jerika’s post. She brings up a great
point about how older-style toilets and the pear-shaped seats (yes, I’ve
had to use those too)can be really intimidating to a person her age.
Smaller people are going to feel even more intimidated and self-conscious
having to get up on and confortably (well maybe that’s too much to ask
for!)sit. Regarding seat color, come to think of it, I’m seeing less of
the black seats today in public places. In stores and offices they are
almost always white. When I was Jerika’s age and others were waiting for
a toilet I was using and I got frustrated and couldn’t produce, I would
still flush. I know it’s not totally honest but you have to look out for
yourself and why subject yourself to ridicule and perhaps bullying? Back
when I was in school and even now I have friends who will risk being late
in the morning so that they can crap at home. As you will find in my
previous postings, I may have a higher confidence level about using
public restrooms but there are times when I would have benefited by by
getting up earlier so I could go at home.

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Upstate Dave
First I have a question to ask. Have you ever been to a public event or
place of any kind where there were no bathrooms or the there was but
closed, out of order, or locked up for another reason? If you had what
did you do to take care of needing to go? I have ran into this at many
times over my life time. Many more times when younger but some even more
recently. This is what my post is about.

This post deals with two male friends and thier sistor. Now the two male
friends Charlei and his brother Rick played little league. Charkei
pitched while Rick was the catcher. Both of them were asian in appearence
for thier moms first marrage was to a asian male. Thier mom divorced him
and married again having Patty. Now Patty was blue eyed, blonde and cute
as a pin.

Now thier mom also had divorced after Patty was born so she was currently
single again. Kind of ahead of the time for this was in the late mid
1960s. Well we all went to one of Charlies and Ricks little leauge
baseball games on a Saturday. Charle and Rick practiced before the game
and thier mom,Patty, and I were in the bleachers watching them practice
and warm up when the ganme started.

Three innings were played with niether side scoring. Patty now asked her
mom could she get something to eat from the snackbar. He mother told her
it was ok. I offered to pay which her mom told me ok on that. So Patty
and I left the bleachers. Once down off of them I offered Patty to ride
on my shoulders. She told me yes. I squted down and she got right up on
my shoulders sitting n them and I stood up and we headed to the snackbar.

n the walk over to the snackbar Patty told me she had to pee. I told her
ok you can do that while I order your hotdog ok? Patty told me yes. In a
couple of minutes we were ther in line at the snackbar. I let Patty down
off my shoulders and she went looking for the bathrooms there at the
snackbar.

A moment later she was back. She told me she saw no bathrooms here. I
told to her hang on. I was next to be waited on. I told Patty I’ll ask
where the bathrooms are. Patty said ok but hurry I have to go! A moment
later the person that was in front of me got there order and I was next.
I asked for two hotdogs and where was the bathroom. The girl that was
there told me there wasn’t one!

I told her that the girl with me had to go. She told me take her around
the ball field and go behind somewhere along the fence. That is where
everyone does go. I glanced over at the fence that ran along the
outfields of the ball field. That was sure far away.My order was done so
I hurridly paid for it and grabbed some napkins and Patty and I walked
away.

I told Patty there were no bathrooms here at all. I told her that the
girl told me everyone goes behind the outfield fence and goes there.
Patty looked and she said what I had thought about at the snackbar. Dve
that’s to far! I also now have to poop too! Patty added saying to me. Now
I thought to myself; We are in real trouble now!

We were only halfway back to the bleachers at this point. I started
looking around for another closer spot where Patty could go. Now all the
cars were parked in a very long single row along the entrance road. There
was a high thick hedge that ran along the front of the parked cars. The
ends of the rows were open. So any one could see up the entire row of
cars from either end of the row of them. Not the best spot I thought to
myself but it was closer then trying to go out around the ball field.

So I told Patty we would go over by her moms car. You can go there. Patty
told me she would do that. So I grabbed her hand ducked between the two
cars next to us and went to the front of the two cars and walked quickly
to her mothers car where it was parked. When we got there Paty walked
over inbeween her mothers car and the car next to it.

I quickly said to her don’t go there Patty! I told her that her mom,
Charlie and Ricky would see her poop there. I told her cme around to the
front of the car and go. At least you can sit on the bumper and pee and
poop. Patty seemed to like that for she smiled a little but hurridlycame
around to the front of the car already had her red pants partway down!

As soo as she was standng in front of the bumper she yanked both her red
pants and white panties down past her knees and plopped down on the
bumper. Good thing too for as soon as she was sitting on the bumpershe
started to pee very hard. She would have never made the long walk around
the ball field to pee. Patty had a the look of great relief come across
her face now as she peed.

Then after about tenseconds her pee stream slowed but didn’t stop. I saw
a big fat tan nub of a poop start comming out from under her. It softly
crackled as it came out. Patty was now pooping also! It was one of those
smooth firm soft type poops. It moved quickly and soon it was long enough
so that its weight was stretching it for it began to crack and the crack
widened.

The crack widened more as Patty’s poop got longer. Then where the crack
had formed it broke with a good six seven inch pice dropped to the ground
with a soft thump. In slow motion her poop tipped over and fell forward.
and laid out on the ground. Now her pee hit this piece of poop and
splashed all over it and the ground.

The remaining piece still was comming out and had picked up more speed.
It reached a longer length then the first one nad it broke away falling
to the ground with a thump. More poop kept on comming out. This one
turned out being longer as the other two. It stayed fat right to the end
of it. It dropped to the ground and the threepieces layed there side by
side. Patty stopped peeing right after the last poop had hit the ground.

Patty stood up and took a step forward. Then she turned around and looked
at her own poop there on the ground. I pooped a lot! she said to me. I
told her she sure had! Then she knew I had napkins and asked me for one
of them. I handed it to her. She did a standing wipe and after doing this
she took the napkin and covered her poop over with it but there was just
to much there to cover it all. Pattypulled up her panties and red pants
and we then left and went to the bleachers to sit with her mom,eat our
hotdogs and watch her brothers play the game. Up state Dave

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Traffic Jam
My mother died of cancer when I was about eight. When I was twelve my
father remarried, to a woman whose husband had died in a traffic
accident. This woman had one child, a son, who is just about my own age.
We all really hit it off very well and I called him my ‘brother’ Jack and
he referred to me as his ‘sister’ Miriam, although we are not related by
blood at all.

Two years later Jack and I were riding in the back seat of our car with
my father driving. We got into the Holland Tunnel going back to Brooklyn
from Patterson and suddenly all the traffic came to a halt. We never
found out what had happened but whatever it was, we were left sitting
there for nearly an hour. About half an hour into this I was really
needing to pee. Normally we would have been home already. I whispered my
problem to my father and suggested that I open the door on the passenger
side, crouch down, and do what I had to do.

“No way! The tunnel is monitored on video and if they see you I’ll be in
for one hell of a ticket,” he whispered back to me. To emphasize the
point, he locked the doors so I couldn’t open one if I wanted to. Every
minute seemed like ten and I was really squirming. I again leaned forward
and whispered my now more urgent problem to my father.

“You not sticking your butt out of the car to pee in on camera and in
public!” he alomst shouted back.

I turned red as a beet.

“Dad! Now Jack knows!”

“Listen, sweetheart. There’s an adult diaper I keep under the front
passenger seat as a spare for grandma. Take it and use it if you have to.”

“Dad! With Jack right here next to me?”

“Better he should see your butt than to have you displayed and maybe
recorded on the surveilance cameras. Jack will keep his mouth shut, won’t
you Jack?”

Jack said nothing, and I could see a surpressed smirk on his face.

“I’ll guarantee that he’ll keep it a secret if he knows what’s good for
him.”

As the urgency grew I really had no choice. I fished the diaper out from
under the seat.

“Could you pleeese turn the other way, Jack,” I whispered.

He did, much to my relief. I pulled down my panties and tried to position
the diaper on me but I soon found that I was getting it all bunched up
and I was afraid I would leak pee all over the back seat. I screwed up my
courage to ask Jack for some help but before I said a word Jack sensed my
problem.
“Need some help, sister? .
I really didn’t have much choice.
I nodded my assent and just lay back, covering my face with my skirt, as
Jack slipped the diaper into position under my naked butt with my private
on full display, fastened the straps tightly on me, and then slipped my
panties up over the diaper.

“Okay sis. You’re ready to go. Let’s feel Miriam’s well like the
Israelites had in the desert.” he whispered. I sat up. His hand was still
on my crotch. I relaxed and finally let go as he felt my warmth through
the diaper. I felt a fart coming on and as I relaxed to let the gas out I
got a surprise.
“OH! NO!” I felt a turd explode out of my butt into my diaper. So there I
was, next to my brother with his hand still on my peed and pooped diaper.
I began to cry!
Jack wiped away and kissed away my tears.

“It’s our secret, Miriam. Even dad won’t know what just happened.”
To this day he never told anybody about me pooping myself. Its our little
secret!

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Turd Lover
Aaron — I’ve had similar experiences. All those cars were probably
honking because they were jealous of your awesome brown pile. There’s
nothing to be ashamed of here, taking a good shit is something to be
relished and treasured by everyone.

My morning dump was unique — the long log was actually touching the
water while the tapered end was still departing my anus. It was like a
connecting rod of brown glory. Finally it broke loose and landed in the
bottom of the bowl, and was flushed away with pride.

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Ian
I first became really fascinated by toilet stuff at about 13/14 yrs old.
At that time my family lived near an old fashioned seaside town, my
parents were friendly with another family who had 2 sons – the younger
was the same age as I.

Michael and I used to go to the beach once or twice a week during good
weather. One day we arrived about 9.30 to find a fairly quiet beach. We
found a spot on the gently sloping concrete slope at the back of the
beach proper and began to get changed. We were both sat down with our
towels over our laps to take our trousers and pants off. When Michael was
undressed he reaches over to his sports bag to get his trunks and told me
that he really needed to pee. Within a couple of seconds I could see a
stream of pee running down the slope from under his towel (he must have
been starting already when he told me his need).

I watched fascinated until he had finished, when he quickly pulled on his
trunks and stood up. Though i didn’t really have to, I told him to hang
on as i needed to go too. He waited in front of me as I raised my knees a
bit to keep my towel away, pulled back my foreskin and directed a jet out
from under my towel. Sharing this was so exciting and easier as i didn’t
(at that time) even know Michael very well.

All a long time ago, I’ll write up a few more experiences soon.

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Tom
It’s been a while since I have posted here (1106, 1108 & 1404)

On the subject of How Long Does It Take to take a dump….

For me, as I have gotten older (now 61), a really satisfying dump takes
around 10-15 minutes. When I feel the pressure building, I like to settle
down on my favorite toilet seat and “just let it happen”. I think the
style of toilet seat you use is very important for a satisfying movement.
I am 6 feet tall and like the elongated, open front, contoured seats
where my butt gets nicely swallowed into the opening. This style seems to
feel the most comfortable for me, anyway. I usually take a magazine or
newspaper with me to pass the time as I am usually not in a hurry. Years
ago, I was always in a hurry to finish often straining and forcing the
movement. That caused hemmorrhoids, fissures and other problems for me,
so now I just RELAX.

A “typical” BM for me usually starts with a few seconds hissing farts,
which relieves the pressure, but it may take a few minutes before the
first turd begins its slow exit. It often pokes out streching my ring as
it thickens in diameter. Sometimes, it will just stop for a minute or
two, giving a very satisfying feeling while it just hangs there out of my
butt. I have noticed that when I don’t force it out, it might as long as
four or five minutes for a turd to finally exit. A minute or so later,
another turd will usually start to emerge, again slowly working its way
out. I usually ease out three (sometimes four) nice sized turds (about
10-12 inches each) without forcing or straining in 15 minutes. For some
reason, the last turd usually hangs for a longer period before dropping,
probably because it is usually smaller and lighter size and gravity takes
longer to drop it out.

One Negative of taking a leisurly dump is: It can get very stinky in the
bathroom with those “hanging turds” emitting their odors for several
minutes before they completely drop into the wather. I usually keep the
window open!

A Positive thing: My bathroom time gives me time to relax and recharge.
Having a slow, unforced movement is very satisfying for me and I feel
GREAT afterwards. I have also discovered that wiping is much less messy
for me when I just “let it happen” without straining.

I hope this answers those who have asked why it takes some of us longer
to do “the deed” than others. It is an interesting subject and probably
not discussed anywhere but in this forum.

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