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Edith
I remember one particular toilet-related experience far more than any
other. When I was younger, around 12 years old, my parents and I would
spend the holiday season with my grandparents. They lived in the old
family house which had been in our family since my grandparents
grandparents built it. Well, anyway, my grandparents had grown accustom
to the old-timey style of living, so the house did not have indoor
plumbing.
During the day, we would go to the outhouse for both pee and poop. But at
night, each room had a chamber pot tucked under the bed for peeing. I was
told not to poop into it though. Even though I didn’t really know why, I
would put my winter boots on and walk out to the outhouse if I had to
poop. After I did that one time, I tried really hard to not have to do it
again.
But, of course, despite my best efforts to poop before bedtime, I did
have to poop during the night again. I awoke during the night and had to
poop really bad. I wasn’t sure I could hold it long enough to put my
boots on and make it to the outhouse. So, even though I was told not to,
I decided to poop into the chamber pot.
I sat on the chamber pot like I would to pee and I pushed out two logs of
poop. Each one felt really big coming out of me, and they filled up a
little under half of the pot. When I was done pooping, I found out two
really good reasons why they told me not to do it. One – no tp to wipe,
so I just had to pull up my panties and deal with an itchy butt. Two –
the smell.
Reason number three came in the morning when my parents and grandparents
found out what I’d done. They weren’t as mad as I thought they’d be, but
I got a punishment in my own way. Normally in the morning, I took my
chamber pot to the outhouse, emptied any pee, and rinsed it. But with
poop in it, I had to make sure all traces of poop were out, and scrub it
clean. I’ll tell you, I never pooped in a chamber pot again after that.
No matter how bad putting my boots on and walking out to the outhouse
was, cleaning the pot was definitely worse.
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Christine
The bad one!
I was at a restruant when i started to feel one of the worst dumps i had
ever had in my life. I had spicey chicken for dinner and now i know i
have IBS. The cramps when i had pudding were so bad, my bowels were
really being irratible. I started farting uncontrollably at the table, i
tried making it look like it wernt me but after about 7 wet stinky ones
and a couple of ones i moaned with, it made it obvious that it was me. I
got up and said excuse me. I continued to fart quite violently as i
approached the toilet. As i sat on it a huge wet turd came out. I was
literally screaming in agony, then after that huge log went it was
followed by liquid that spewed all over the bowl with the biggest wet
fart i have ever done. After that i had to take more bad poos when i got
home 🙁
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Turd Lover
Butt Wiper : I agree a little moisture helps clean the butt better. I
have always put a little water on the TP before wiping. What I normally
do is take some TP and dip a part of it in the water before going. Then I
make my first wipe with the moistened wad followed by some dry TP.
As I stated some time ago, SAND works better than anything else I’ve
tried. Nothing comes close to it, but it’s usually not available and it
does not feel good. And of course it’s a little rough on the anus.
I think a good invention would be a toilet with a video camera adapter
that lets you watch your poop emerging while you’re in the process of
taking a shit. You could also watch yourself wipe your arse. Just a
thought.
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Dear Butt Wiper,
I disagree with your conclusion. I’ve seen lots of those videos, too, and
I think the reason they ask the camera person to turn away when they have
to wipe is because they probably stand to wipe, and that will expose
their privates. Why showing THAT is embarassing escapes me, but that’s my
conclusion. I’ve read stories about doorless stalls on this site, and
people don’t seem to mind being seen with their pants around their
ankles, or even heard farting and stuff, so long as their privates are
well covered. I personally work the other way – I’d rather someone see my
privates than me on the toilet. But that’s personal.
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Anon
Re: Butt wiper
Yeah–there is something about wiping. I’m totally open with my wife
about being on the toilet. Neither of us thinks anything of being in the
room when the other is on the can. I don’t like being watched wiping,
though.
The best answer is the wet-type TP that is on the market these days. It
does a much better job and it’s also gentler on one’s behind.
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Amy
When i was at my aunts i had to do a really nasty demon. It was soo hot
that i only wore my bra and my hot pants on. While i was playing outside
with my cousine i felt a strong urge to go!!! I started having horrible
cramps so i ran to the bathroom on the way i started farting violently, i
began moaning “eh eh ehhhhh” as i was running. I ran into my cousine she
said “hey, you going town later?” So i stopped and I struggled to hold in
when i panted “Well umm.. um um ummm… oooooooo(big moan)” then a wet
fart exploded out while i had my hand on my stomach. I had spelt liquid
on my knickers which soaked through to my hot pants, it wasnt all done
though so i turned around to run and my cousine saw the brown and said
“thats GROSS!” i just kept running towards the bathroom. When i got in
there i pulled down my cloths and while turning to put my ass on the
toilet it started spewing out so i got some in the bath. Then when i sat
on the bowl gurgling noises began, and all you could hear was a constant
flow of poop pouring into it with the occasional loud fart that made my
ass sink further into the bowl, the wetness of it all was incredible but
disgusting. When i finished my 15 minute session i got up and all i could
see was pure brown liquid and with bits in the bowl. x
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Claire N
A visit to a loo from days gone by
The recent refurbishment of a public loo in the town centre of where I
live received a fair amount of publicity. Although it is underground, it
was classified as a listed building from Victorian times. It had been
many years since I had used it as I have preferred the facilities in the
shopping malls, where I often poo. But following the renovation, and
publicity, I could not wait to pay the old loo a visit, and see for
myself , the next time I was in town. It would not just be for a quick
wee, I would have my morning poo their on my next shopping trip.
From ground level it looked much the same, a staircase surrounded by
railings. A girl was making her way out, ascending the stairs, just as I
was about to enter with a strong urge. I waited for her to pass before
making my way down the steps. The loo looked very clean and the stalls
had very substantial large doors , extending from right down to the floor
to high up. I entered one in the middle and locked the door behind me.
The toilet was certainly different. The cistern was high up with a
lengthy chain. The Crapper logo was prominent, both on the cistern and
the toilet bowl. The polished flat wooden seat was substantial. I took
off my coat and hung it on the hook provided on the door. I then turned
around, undid the belt on my jeans and lowered them to my ankles. My
black knickers followed. I sat down and the seat felt different. Although
I had not noticed from my observation, it definately seemed small and
felt a bit strange. Did people have smaller bums in times gone by?
I did need to poo and it was not long before it was coming out with
minimal effort. The logs were small, but numerous, splashing into the
water very rapidly. After the initial burst, I looked around at the
surroundings. The cubicle was certainly large and spacious. Like the
doors, the adjoining walls were also thick. They were made out of brick
and painted shining white. The cubicles could not be more sound proof or
private. There was natural light because the ceiling above was glass. It
was thick enough to prevent anyone above from having a look – thankfully.
I then had a wee. The need to poo had been more immediate. I was not done
and, following a loud fart, more poo splashed into the bowl. I remained
seated, until I was sure I was done. The toilet paper dispenser was well
and truly of the modern kind, with no concessions to a bygone era. I’m
not sure if toilet paper would have been provided in those days and, if
it was, it might have been sheets of newspaper. This is something I can
vaguely remember in modern times from early childhood recollections of
public loos. I tore off strips and wiped both holes. My bum did not take
a lot of wiping. I pulled up my knickers and jeans before puling the
lengthy chain. The flush was substantial and completely cleared all I had
produced, which was a lot.
I put on my coat, unlocked the door and proceeded to a sink to wash my
hands. As with the toilet roll, there were no concession to the times as
the soap came out of a modern dispenser. Likewise there has a hand drier
of the modern blow type. On drying my hands I noticed the placard above
which referred to the restoration of this listed building which first
opened in 1898. I made my way out, up the steps, feeling a lot more
comfortable than when I entered. This would have been an enjoyable and
needed poo anywhere, but being my first visit to this listed building loo
it was a bit special. I will be using it in preference to the facilities
in the malls from now on.
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To Butt Wiper
No Way To Know!
To Butt Wiper,
How can you tell if wiping your butt with dry paper is incorrect if there
no instructions ANYWHERE by ANYONE on how to wipe your butt????
I myself do find that I can come up with a clean wipe and get it all
faster if the tp is slightly damapened. That said, it’s also easier to
leave little pieces of tp in your crack when the paper is slightly damp.
I’ve also tried the wet wipes that they sell in stores, but generally its
not recommended to flush these down the toilet as they don’t break up as
fast as regular toilet paper.
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Braidy
To End Stall Em:
I’m so sorry to hear about your accident. That so sucks, especially since
you held your crap for more than six hours. I too have had difficulties
getting use to the bathrooms at my new school but it partially because
the doors and stall partitions are the shortest I’ve ever seen and
because I’m 6′,3″ when I sit I tower above both the stall door and
partitions. I know I’ve written about this before on the board. I don’t
think I’ve every sat on a cracked seat but my biggest fear is because of
my large size some of the seats are loose and I worries me not so much
when I’ve peeing, but when I’m crapping when push a little or shift my
weight I worry about the bolt on whatever’s holding the seat on giving
away, and me falling in.
This came close to happening when our van after an away game stopped at
like 11 p.m. at night at a gas station just in time because I really had
been holding my crap. I should have gone in the locker room right after
the volleyball match but Coach was worried about a storm coming in and us
getting back in time. So she hurried us along. Well when she had to stop
for gas, I saw it as a window of opportunty, so to speak. This was a
really old gas station with the toilets outside and behind the office.
The door to both the mens and ladies rooms were open. So I crawled over
my teammates–some of whom were sleeping and not going to get out of the
van– to get out of the van. I missed my step in getting out awkwardly
stepped into a big puddle of gasoline. Luckily I wasn’t barefoot.
Immediately, I went into the open ladies room, closed the door to get
some semblence of warmth in there, and there was barely enough space
between my knees against the door and my butt which covered the entire
seat of the toilet while my backed rubbed up against the toilet lid. I
started to slide as I quickly pushed the first of my turds out and by
putting my hands over the front of the seat I was able to determine that
the seat was very loose and in danger of coming off. All five pieces of
my crap dropped quickly and I turned around quickly and flicked the
flusher which was located so high on the tank (just like we have at
home)it strained my back somewhat to complete the movement such small
quarters. Of course I bumped my elbow on the sink.
Before the splash came I got up and started wiping. It took like six or
seven wipes to clean myself and I reached back and flushed the toilet
paper down. As I washed my hands I noted there were no paper towels in
the holder, so I opened the door with one wet hand and started wiping my
other hand on my jeans as I pulled the van door open and started to get
in. Right behind me the mens door opened and Geri (one of our freshman
team members came out of the mens room and remarked how relieved she was
to have finally been able to pee. Several of us started teasing her for
using the mens room. Of course she had complaints about having to wipe
off a wet seat first and how she hates her brothers for being so sloppy
at home. I decided to withhold much of my experience from the discussion
except to tell her I could read the sign and knew what sex I was she
flipped me off.
All in fund, of course!
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iemon
Don’t you just hate it when you’ve pooped, wiped, flushed and washed, and
then the feeling to poop is still there nagging just inside your butt?
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Sunday, December 13, 2009
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Butt wiper
I’ve enjoyed the recent posts about butt wiping. This subject fascinates
me because it is the one human activity that no one ever talks about, and
rarely does one usually get to see how other people do it. Pooping and
peeing are also private, of course, but people do talk about them from
time to time, and they do sometimes get depicted in movies and TV. I can
probably count on one hand the number of movies I’ve seen in my life
where people are actually shown wiping their asses after pooing. Even on
youtube, it’s pretty easy to find videos of people on toilets or going to
the bathroom. It’s pretty funny, though, how often I see a video with
someone on the toilet (usually a female) and at the end she will
invariably say “turn the camera off, I have to wipe now”.
What is it about wiping that makes it so private and so embarrasing? Why
will someone allow themselves to be filmed on the toilet, but they make
the cmaera person turn away when they have to wipe? I think it goes back
to the fact that butt wiping is the one human activity that we really
aren’t trained in how to do – it’s something everyone has to learn for
him or herself. Yes, our parents do show us how to wipe when we are 2 or
3, but who can remember back that far? For the rest of our lives, we have
to wipe our butts everyday in private without getting to see how other
people do it. Even sex is something we can learn about by watching movies
and reading books – but when have you ever seen an instructional video on
how to wipe your butt?
And the way we do it is so ridiculous (at least here in the US – people
in other countries seem to be more enlightened). We Americans use dry
paper to wipe away our shit, and in the old days people ripped pages out
of catalogs or used newspapers. Why in the world would anyone use dry
paper to wipe away dirt? We use a wet mop on our floors. We use a wet
washcloth to clean our dishes or to wash our faces. Yet for the one part
of our body that is the dirtiest and the most in need of cleanliness, we
use dry paper? It makes no sense.
I am one of those people who always tries to wet the tp before I use it.
If I am in a public restroom, I will take a paper towel (if they have
them) and put soap and water on it before I go into the stall. Then I use
that to clean up my ass after I use the tp. If it’s one of those
restrooms where they don’t have paper towels, then I will grab some
toilet paper from a stall before I go in and moisten it with soap and
water before I go back in. If it’s too crowded to do that or too
embarasing, I will literally moisten the tp with my own saliva to help
clean my butt. As someone else mentioned, I will even sometimes use my
own urine on tp to help clean my butt.
Anyway, to Jackie, Delilah and anyone else who talks about butt wiping,
keep the discussions going. I’d really like to hear more about how other
people do it and why this is seemingly such a taboo subject.
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Some questions have been asked about reducing the stench from a bowel
movement in order to avoid embarrasment. This has never been an issue for
me because I actually enjoy the smell of a good healthy shit. The greater
the stench, the more satisfaction.
However, for those who are conscious about others smelling their poop, I
would recommend flushing the toy-toy at the same time the logs are
emerging from the butthole. When the bowl is flushed, this creates a
vacuum effect and the stench is sucked down the drain. I’ve tried this
and it works.
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End Stall Em
Last Friday, me and my friend Jewel who hang around together a lot, were
able to make some extra Christmas money by helping her dad set up a craft
fair at our city’s convention center. It’s a big building downtown and
since he’s in advertising, he rents the place out to craft makers who pay
to sell their stuff for extra Christmas money. Well, he wanted Jewel and
me to meet him right after school at the convention center to help him
set up.
As somewhat usual, I had had a “bad” day at school; the lines were as
long as ever in the restrooms and twice I had just gotten a stall, pulled
down my underwear, but the one-minute class warning bell rang just as I
sat down on the seat and before I could get my crap to come out. I’ve
written about this before but it’s so frustrating to “sit but not shit”
as Jewell calls it. And I really have to run to my next class because I
can’t afford any more tardies and then getting the Saturday School
detentions. After Jewell and I left our last class, I immediately went
across the hall confident that I would take my crap but the door was
already closed off and the security guards in the halls were herding us
out like we were animals. Jewell had the directions needed to take the
bus downtown to the convention center and the two transfer points we
would need to pass through. Neither, by the way, had restrooms. I
couldn’t believe it. I had been like holding my crap since 9:30 that
morning and now it was like 4!
It also didn’t help when we got on the second bus because it was rush
hour and all the seats were taken. We had to stand and grab a pole on the
side of us as the bus jerked from stop to stop. One very large many was
really rude when he pushed through the aisle to get off and as I took my
hand off the pole to let him by me, I started to lose my balance and
grabbed upward to catch another pole. At that point, I felt like I was
bound to drop my crap right then and there. I even got a little nauseous,
and quickly passed a couple of moderately loud farts that Jewell heard
too. Then I knew that my crap was less packed in (if you know what I
mean) and that it was going to be coming out shortly. I only hoped that I
would be sitting on the toilet at the convention center when that
happened. Luckily the buses were running on schedule and we got downtown
faster than I expected. What didn’t help was me being thrown back and
forth as the bus started and braked and having to hold on to prevent from
falling over. For about the last four or five miles I could even smell
what I was carrying and what was so desperately trying to escape.
When Jewell and I got to our stop luckily we had only about a half block
to walk to the convention center. I had my book bag over my back and was
hoping to get her to walk as fast as possible because I new I needed
relief. Because it was rather cold out, Jewell said she had to pee so we
both were counting the minutes when we would be in the building and on
our toilets. Luckily, three of the doors were open as exhibitors were
loading stuff into the convention center. Most had these two-wheel carts
and I remember thinking to myself that I was carrying such a heavy load
that I should be on one of the carts. I’m sorry, but when I have to crap,
any physical movement tends to scare me more that I’m going to go in my
pants.
We saw the “enter” and “exit” doors and started to pick up speed. We were
closer to the exit so we went in there. Jewell ran for the first stall
and beat me to it so I went down to the end of the room and took the
final stall. I heard Jewell close the door and then yell an obscenity
when she saw that she had picked a toilet with a wet seat and I threw my
backpack off and against the wall, and had my jeans and underwear
partially down as I threw the end stall door open and dropped myself onto
the seat just as I had downed my jeans and underwear to the floor. The
light on top of the stool was burned out and my tailbone was very close
to the front of the seat. My crap was coming out when I spread my legs
wider and slide myself much farther back on the seat so that my crap
would make the bowl and that I would be more confortable. I pushed and
within like three or four seconds I could feel the head slide out rather
fast and I knew from the firmness of what I felt, it was large and pretty
big in diameter. Within like 10 seconds I felt complete relief and that I
had just dropped like 10 pounds. I yelled down to Jewell that I was done
and she said something like she had peed a couple of gallons, but I knew
she likes to stretch things.
The while seat was like the lightest thing in the stall. The
marble-colored panels and older wooden door which had some gang and other
carvings in it were of little interest to me as I looked between my legs
to see how big may crap was. I had a hard time seeing because the toilet
had a very large sliding front to the bowl and you couldn’t even see any
water. At that point I got a little mad and slid back as far as I could
until like the backside of my knees were against the front of the seat
and the back of my butt was like an inch from the hinges holding the seat
on. At that point, I felt a pain mid-way down my left thigh. I slide
myself a little to the left and felt an even sharper pain. I quickly
stood up and looked down into the bowl and found my crap about 2 inches
in diameter and 20 inches long. I don’t know why but there were some
bubbles coming out of the water. However, what scared me the most was a
streak of blood and the pain I was feeling on my left underthigh. I took
a finger and ran it over the blood on the seat because the light was so
bad, I couldn’t tell it was mine or one of the other users. I then found
that the seat had a large tear in it–just like the wood on our front
porch that sometimes would give me a sliver when I ran my hand across it.
As I looked at the crack more carefully and called for Jewell, who I had
just heard flush, I could see where I had probably torn my skin. It sure
hurt. Jewell came into the stall and looked at my production in the
stool, saw the blood and looked carefully at my butt. She said my skin
was torn but about an inch and a half. She took some toilet paper off the
roll, cleaned up the blood on me the best she could, and suggested that I
get a band aid when I got home. Because I didn’t want the bleeding to
start again, I was very careful when sitting down the rest of the night.
And on Saturday and Sunday when we were working at the show, I had gauze
taped over it.
I’m going to be more careful now in sitting on toilets away from home.
And I’m going to stand up when I need to move, rather than slide. A seat
that you can only partially see can be dangerous. Jewell joked on Sunday
afternoon that may be it shouldn’t use the end stall anymore. But I’m
still going to, though because the privacy is nice.
What’s also nice is the $100 that each of us earned for this Christmas.
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Random Guy
Hey everyone, I’m a routine reader but I don’t really post too much. I
was wondering if anyone on here has ever had to poop a lot due to stress.
One night about a week ago I took a nice, normal crap, but several hours
later when I was becoming stressed out with the amount of work I had to
do for a paper I had to write I suddenly had to go and clean out my
system a lot more. I think I ended up having three trips after my
original one from a few hours before. Does this happen to others? Or am I
just out of the ordinary?
Also, if Brad or Braidy is still following the board, I’d love to here
more about your stories. In particular for Brad, I was wondering if you
could share more stories involving Stefanie. Does she ever talk about her
time in the bathroom to you or anyone else? If yes, have you perhaps
maybe seen if there was an opportunity for you to somehow let her watch
while she poops?
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Laura (Teacher)
HI All,
It has been such a long time since I had last contributed to a post on
this forum. I think my last post was way back on page 1734 ? I would like
to reintroduce myself. My name is Laura, 30 years of age, 5’7″ 147 lbs,
athletic and a brunette. I work as a math and science teacher at a local
private high school.
Since I had last posted, there have been many changes in my life. During
the summer months to make extra cash, I worked for an online media
company, I went back to school part time for my doctorate, I had been
coaching the cross country running team where we ran pretty much on a
daily basis, and more importantly, I have been married to Jake since
September! He’s the love of my life, and I love him so much. 🙂
As you are probably aware, there has been a nasty stomach virus that has
been going around. A few weeks ago I woke up feeling somewhat nauseous
with some minor cramping. I wasn’t feeling too well, but, I simply
ignored it thinking the stomach pains would go away. As I was making the
bed, I felt my stomach gurgling. I stopped what I was doing and made my
way to our only washroom. Our apartment is extremely small. I knocked on
the door and told Jake that I needed to use the toilet ASAP. He was in
the shower so he told me to come in (since we both get ready in the
morning at the same time, it is okay for one of us who really need to use
the toilet to go at any time). I entered the washroom, and pulled down my
pj bottoms. As soon as I sat down, I had a bad case of the wet poops.
Jake’s shower had ended, and when he stepped out he asked if I was
feeling okay. I told him that “I had been bloated and somewhat
constipated” so he wouldn’t worry. I continued to sit as I expelled a lot
gas and diarrhea from my behind. He put his hand on my shoulder, gave me
a quick kiss and told me that he loved me and hea had to get going for
work. As I sat and after the third round of the wet poops, I felt that it
was okay to wipe, shower and for me to get ready for work.
As I was driving to work, I just wasn’t feeling quite right. I was very
tired, extremely cold, and I felt somewhat queasy. As I was driving, the
cramps were coming back in full force. I arrived to work (my classroom)
placed my things down at my desk and quickly bolted to the women’s staff
washroom. Since I arrived extremely early, there was nobody in there. I
took the middle stall, closed the door, lifted my long skirt, pulled down
my hosiery and panties and sat down. As soon as I sat, I farted and
simultaneously let go of a large wave of chunky diarrhea. The cramps were
unreal. I continued to sit, In fact, the stomach pains were so sharp,
that I leaned forward to help take away some of the pressure. I could
hear the growling that my stomach was making and I could feel the cramps
returning. As I sat, I continued to have, I guess you could call it
‘chunky diarrhea’. After sitting for a while, I felt that it was safe for
the time being to start cleaning up. It took about 10 wipes, and the
toilet water was completely brown. I left a large stink behind, but, I
simply couldn’t help it. When a woman’s got to go, we’ve got to go! I
pulled up my panties, hosiery, straightened my skirt, flushed the toilet
and went to wash my hands. While washing my hands, I still had a major
stomach ache and was thinking of telling my boss that I was going to go
home for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, I decided to rough it out.
When I got back to my classroom, there were a few of my students already
in there. Luckily, for me, this was an exam day and I did not need to
lecture or demonstrate any equations on the board. As the test was about
to begin, the stomach pains grew sharp and I was getting more nauseous. I
told my class to come to my desk to pick up the exams. There was no
talking, and today there were no questions to be asked during the exam. A
few of my students seemed puzzled by my behavior. If someone has a
question during the exam, most of the time I will answer and sometimes
‘give them a quick hint’ for encouragement. During the exam, the stomach
pains came back in such force that I didn’t know if I was going to throw
up or have diarrhea. It was going to be diarrhea again. Not to make it
obvious, I slowly left the classroom. Once I arrived to the main hall, I
started running. I wasn’t going to make it. I was feeling really sick. As
I was running, I unfortunately let go a tiny, tiny bit of wet poop into
my panties. I arrived to the women’s staff washroom, entered the first
stall, closed the door, lifted my skirt, pulled down my hoisery and
panties once again, sat, and released the pressure which was banging
against my back door and within my stomach. In fact, the amount of
diarrhea was so forceful (and loud) that I had actually sprayed the inner
edges of the toilet bowl. As I sat, crouched over with major stomach
cramps, I inspected my panties, and while running to the toilet, I did,
in fact, release a bit of poop. It wasn’t a lot, perhaps the size of a
dime. I grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned those immediately.
While sitting, I was really starting to feel sick and nauseous to my
stomach. I continued to stay crouched over and expel diarrhea. Luckily,
no one had entered the washroom and there was no need to be embarrassed
with the sounds of diarrhea splattering into the water and farting that I
was making. After spewing diarrhea like a volcano off and on for nearly
10 minutes, it was time for the cleanup. I wiped my poopy bum many times,
over and over approx. 15 times. I flushed twice, pulled up my panties,
pulled up my hosiery, adjusted my skirt and washed my hands. At this
time, I was feeling really sick to my stomach, very dizzy (the room felt
as if it was spinning) shaky in my legs and I was absolutely freezing. It
was then and there I knew I had the stomach bug. I walked to my manager’s
office, told her what was going on. She came up to me, gave me a hug and
told me to go home and that she would watch my class. I told her that I
was going to lie down for a while, I was feeling extremely nauseous.
Luckily, I am good friends with the school nurse Sarah. When I walked
into Sarah’s office, I told her that I was sick and needed to lie down
for a while. She escorted me to a cot in the back of the office. I told
her that “it’s only a matter of time that I’m going to throw up.” She
decided to pull the main sheet across from the rest of the cots and she
let me use the back toilet as my ‘private toilet’ for when I needed it.
Sarah was so sweet when I was feeling so horrible. She retrieved a few
extra blankets, covered me up, and let me sleep for as long as I needed
to. Because of my diarrhea, Sarah brought over a glass of luke warm
water. She told me to drink slowly as I could get dehryated. I managed to
drink 1/2 of the glass. Within 20 minutes, I started to feel sick. I
pulled the sheets off of me and sat up in my cot. I was going to throw
up. I prayed “please, please, please, do not let me throw up. Please,
please…anything but this.” As I felt myself get all clammy, and that
sour taste in my mouth, I knew it was coming up. I walked to the toilet,
closed the main door (privacy – no lock). Lifted the toilet seat, knelt
down in front of the toilet, gagged hard a few times and before you knew
it, I expelled my breakfast into the toilet. Sarah heard me gagging,
knocked on the door and entered. She asked if I was okay. I told her that
I would be shortly. I also said that “I know you are doing your job, but,
I’m going to throw up again, I’m soo sorry if this makes you sick.” She
came up to me, rubbed my back and held back my hair. She told me that it
didn’t make her sick, she just wanted me to feel better. Again, I placed
my head over the toilet, started to salivate, gagged a few times, and
threw up more of what was in my stomach. I felt horrible, tired, and
extremely embarrassed for getting so sick in front of a good friend. No
sooner had I vomited the second time around, as Sarah reached over to
flush the toilet, I told her it was coming again. No sooner did I get my
head over the toilet, I didn’t even gag, just one heave, and a lot of
‘yuck’ from my stomach came up. I flushed the toilet, caught my breath
and then noticed the smell. It was absolutely horrible. I told her how
sorry I was. I realize I shouldn’t be sorry, but, as I said earlier,
throwing up in the presence of a good friend is extremely embarrassing.
As I flushed the toilet, I felt my stomach cramping up. I told her that I
needed to empty my bowels and would need some privacy. She understood.
Since there was nobody in the office, and since the back room was
completely shut off from many of the students, she left the door open. As
I was lifting my skirt and pulling down my under garments, she brought a
trash bucket over in case if I had to throw up while I pooped. No sooner
did I sit down, and even front of Sarah, I let the flood gates empty. I
didn’t care. I was feeling so sick. She was only in there for 10 seconds,
left and then closed the door behind her. I felt the cramping and
churning of my stomach. With my panties down to my ankles, my skirt
lifted well above my waist, and my elbows at my thighs while hunched
over, I continued to spew more liquid from my bowels. I felt like I was a
water faucet. The smells and the sounds that I made were absolutely
disguisting. I didn’t care though, I was sick, and we all get bad
diarrhea every now and then. My stomach felt empty, but I continued to
stay seated for quite a long time. Sarah politely knocked on my door and
asked how I was doing. I told her I would be ok. I started to wipe, many,
many times. When the wiping process was complete, I flushed twice, I
pulled up my panties, hosiery and adjusted my skirt properly. I then
throughly washed my hands, rinsed my mouth (horrible taste) and left the
washroom. I needed to lie down for a while, the dizziness was at full
force. Sarah helped me into the cot, covered me up and told me to rest. I
didn’t resist. I fell asleep almost immediately. When I awoke, it was mid
afternoon. I had been sleeping for nearly 3.5 hours. I couldn’t believe
it! I was shocked. I felt the need to take another watery dump. I slowly
got up from the cot, walked briskly to the toilet, closed the door,
pulled down my hosiery, lifted my skirt once again and took a seat onto
the cold toilet seat. The pressure was building up and I let go of a loud
trumpeting fart which echoed into the bowl. No sooner had I farted, I
spewed liquid from my bowels. Again, because of the force and needing to
go quite badly, I sprayed the inner edges of the toilet. I managed to
drip poop periodically for 5 minutes. The cleanup took forever. After
wiping my poopy bum, and adjusting my clothing. I flushed the toilet,
gave the toilet a thorough cleaning with the toilet brush, flushed the
toilet once agian and left the washroom.
For the moment, I was feeling ok to drive myself home to my apartment. I
walked up to Sarah, gave her a big hug for helping me while I was in
distress and while I was at my most vulnerable state. She told me to get
better and that I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I left and drove
home. Once I got home, I immediately took a warm shower, and went to bed
only in my loose fitting panties and bra. Usually, I always wear pj’s,
but, because of the stomach cramps, I wanted something very loose around
my waste. When Jake arrived home, I told him what had happened, and he
was very caring, sympathetic and loving. He let me sleep for the
remainder of the early evening. During the night, I got sick again, but,
I will post that at another time. It’s getting late, and I’ve got to be
up early tomorrow morning.
I hope everyone is doing well! 🙂
~Laura
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Saturday, December 12, 2009
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Pam
How’s this for terrible:
I got dragged to party by my college roommate to an apartment clear on
the other side of campus. She drove, so I was at the mercy of her for a
ride home. I knew NO ONE at this party. While there, my guts cramped up
and I felt a bout of diarrhea coming on. I had no choice but to wait in
line for the only bathroom in the place. Finally when it was my turn I go
in, sit on the toilet and shit my guts out. After wiping my ass and
flushing, I realize there’s no air freshener, no window and the bathroom
now reeks. I finally open the door, sending the odor of my shit explosion
out to the people waiting their turn. I then had to sit on the couch and
wait for my “friend” to finish mingling and hope that no one knew I was
the girl that stank up the bathroom.
It sucked.
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China girl
Hi again everyone. Got recent story to post on a good turd I did couple
days ago. I was at my parent house again and used the toilet in my
parents bedroom. The one I stunk up on last post. Anyway, I did quite a
memorable one that it made quite a stink again and it was clearly an
overwhelming experience for toilet. Once I sat down, I just knew it would
be big. The turd would not slide out alone. I pushed, but did not strain.
When I pushed, nothing shot out, but my hole open even wider. When I push
again, my hole was open all the way, and the turd started to crackle
sound. When it crackle, you could already smell it before it even came
out. Once I push calmly again, the head push out and then you could only
hear a fast but soft sliding sound. My hole was maxed open all the way.
At the end, the turd stopped but stayed connected to my but. Then very
slowly slid out that I can feel my hole close slowly and bring end of
turd to a point. I let it out naturally and did not push cause it was
like turd was being displayed to toilet. Of course, the smell was much
spread out before it was over. The turd was thick, and situated right in
the toilet hole, budging thick and was long and straight to the point
where it had to curve. The curve part rested on inside porcelain and was
sticky there. It was like big J shape, and thick all the way up till a
nicely shape point. I was able to release some soft gas after the turd
came out while I peed. The toilet was left with the task of lapping up
this turd in one long piece. After a few flushes, it made its way down.
It must have been painful getting that down with crap smell all around
you, and dealing with witnessing that foul turd coming from my but. My
brother and mom, could smell when they walked past the bedroom, and
thought it was funny how I stunk it up again. They commented the toilet
would need to recoperate and said it should be left alone. I thought it
was funny that I could do that and bring the toilet to that level. A
couple hours later, since I closed bathroom door, my mom went in to get
ready and I went in as well and noticed some smell. It only stunk around
toilet though, but my mom sprayed freshener directly at toilet as if to
say it is performing poorly in doing its job. I’m sure it was still
somehow getting over that load I did. Hehe, oh well. Thanks guys, and
thanks for the posts.
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