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Wendy

No van!

I got up late for work yesterday & there wasn’t time to poo before I left
home. I thought I’d be fine holding it untill after work. (I hate pooing
at work.) Well I’d been feeling the pressure building in my bowels all
morning but by break time the urge had passed so I decided to leave it
untill after work. After my break I went back to my checkout but after
about ten minutes I could feel the pressure building again. I had three
hours to in before my shift ended I was really desperate. I didn’t fancy
doing it at work though & decided to go in in the old van. It was quite a
long walk to the alley where the van was & by the time I got there I was
nearly pooing my panties. When I got to the spot where the van was, there
was just a patch of bare earth where the weeds were shaded from the
light. I had lost my toilet! Now I had to find somewhere else to do my
business & fast as I was having a hard time golding it. There was
nowhere. All there was were a few small bushes but they weren’t big
enough to hide behind properly. I’m out of time now so I’ll post later to
finish the story.

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RE: Worried Mother

Relax- It’s actually a good thing that your daughter is not horribly
embarassed by her accidents. Think about it, would you rather her be
emotionally damaged by this?

I speak from experience, my cousin’s son began having issues controlling
his bladder around age 4 and it continued until age 9 or 10. She took him
to a urologist and it was determined that he had a slightly over-active
bladder. He was given a mild medicine and eventually grew out of it
around age 12. It sounds as though your daughter is suffering from a
similar condition. My cousin’s son would get the sudden urge and not be
able to put off urinating long enough to reach a toilet.

The best thing you can do is watch for signs that she has to go and
quickly aid her in getting to a toilet or private area. Allowing her to
wear goodnites may help, but most of all DO NOT panic or make her feel
bad, she can not help what is happening to her.

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Catherine

Response to Guilty Mom

Hi, I know that it took some courage to write about your teenage daughter
and to admit that you may have “messed up” regarding your daughter’s
accidents, but I really see some insensitivity toward your daughter. I am
29, and am an only child, and have written about an accident before in
which my mother was very consoling. Though I have strong control over my
bodily functions, from others who would open up and talk about it there
seems to be a varying degree of bladder and bowel control among those who
are “normal.”

Let’s face it, teenagers are sensitive and self-conscious. At the same
time, others can be downright mean. Teenagers are ridiculed for
defecating at school or passing gas. So, to have an accident is
mortifying to them, especially in front of her friends or in a public
situation. Too, teens are self-conscious to talk about bodily functions,
especially having to have a bowel movement. So, you must realize that
your daughter feels very vulnerable. She is afraid and that fear could
really affect her life. And, by having the accident, her worst fears were
confirmed.

And, knowing your daughter’s history with bladder and bowel control, to
keep her from the bathroom is really mean. At least, that is the way that
she is interpreting your response to her needs. She is angry and you have
lost her trust. I knew that I could trust my mother with anything,
including my thoughts, my obsessions, and temptations.

The best thing that you can do is apologize and allow her (not force her)
to forgive you. You need to EARN her trust back, which will take time.
You will have to be patient. Too, finding some ways to treat her and
spoil her a little with things that she enjoys doing would be in order.

Then, I would talk to your daughter and assure her, that when she tells
you she has to go, that you will find a restroom. Talk to her about
whether she feels comfortable with a public restroom. With the lack of
privacy, an attractive young girl going to do her business is a prime
target for a pervert. Please be aware of her feelings, her sensitivity,
and the fact that she may need to go home to have a bowel movement. I
know that it is inconvenient for you and you may have incredible control
of your bowels and bladder, and not be able to relate to what she is
feeling. But, this is your daughter. You love her. Let her know that you
will be sensitive to her needs.

I hope that everything works out with you and your daughter.

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Kate M.

Reply to moms of 7 year old Alexandra and 15 year old girl

Moms, your daughters may have bladder infections or interstitial
cystitis. Please go see your family doctor or go to a walk in clinic
immediately. Bladder infections can infect the kidneys and cause real
damage; if it is a bladder infection, believe me, one often has very
little control. To the mom of the 15 year old girl, I have to pee very
often and waiting

@Worried Mother: I think you’re over reacting. People get over wetting
themselves at different rates. You shouldn’t be so freaked out about it.

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Stevie

Skidmark Fixer

Dear Skidmarks,

Oh, I’m sorry, Dear Vincene,

The only way to prevent skidmarks is to wear thicker and darker panties
so the skidmarks only show when you take the panties down. Actually, I
wear MEN’S low rise string bikini briefs. They are manufactured by Jockey
and I buy them at Walmart. They have dark solid colors and on many
occasions I have discovered skidmarks on the inside when I take them off
but when I look at the outside nothing shows. Because they are low rise
bikini style, I do not get teased for wearing men’s underwear.

That only leaves my mom and the laundry. For that, I wear the marked
underwear in the bath and wash them when I wash myself. I soap them as I
lather and rinse them under the tap. I put them in a plastic bag and take
them back to my bedroom where I lay them out to dry. The next day I
through them in the laundry and nobody knows I didn’t wipe well enough.

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Shadow
Hey everyone. Got another story to share about Beth. Kind of a short one
this time. I was not with her at the time but she texted me yesterday
about 1:00 and told me she was pooping. I told her now was hardly the
time to be getting me aroused (I was around other people). About 5
minutes later, I asked if she was still pooping and she said she was.
Then another 5 minutes went by and I asked her if she was still pooping.
A minute went by without an answer so I said “you must be wiping right
about now”. She said she wasn’t and that she was still pooping. I was
really getting a buzz from this. Never have a known her to poop for so
long. I asked her what was taking so long and she said she had the poops
bad. I made a joke about after pooping that long, it must be up to the
brim of the toilet. She said it almost was. I was turned on to the max
after she told me that. Later on I talked to Beth on the phone and asked
her if she was exaggerating about the amount of poop in the toilet and
she said, no it really was almost full. I asked her if it was almost
touching her butt and she said it was. Then I asked if she could even see
the water in the toilet and she said no she couldn’t. So I guess it
really was as full as she claims. Later that afternoon she tried calling
me to tell me she was pooping again. It was diahrea like before and she
said it was just as much as earlier.

Without actually seeing it, I find this somewhat hard to believe. She
told me one time (I hope this doesn’t gross anyone out) that she was so
sick, throwing up, that the toilet was about full to the brim with vomit.
Beth is not a large girl by any means. She’s not skin and bones but not
thick either. I have seen her unclothed and she has a very attractive
body in my opinion. For such a small girl, she sure can hold a lot in her
because I’ve never heard of someone her size pooping/peeing/vomiting as
much as she is apparently capable of. I’m not turned on at all by
vomiting but the peeing and pooping sure does. Has anyone here ever
filled a toilet up to the brim in just one session as she described to me?

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Bill
Two days ago I took my new girlfriend to a Steak restaurant.
She is 6ft tall slim with curves.
Anyhow, she ordered one of those 64oz steaks, (the ones they give you for
free if you eat them all).She said she would pay for it if she didnt
finish it.
Well, she actually ate all of it, & got it for free!
We left the restaurant and headed back to her apartment for coffee.
as I was waiting in her kitchen she disapreared to her bathroom.
She let out the loudest fart I have ever heard, it was like a short
explosive blast!
She came back, had coffee with me and said nothing.
I drank my coffee and went home as i had a trip to go on.
She invited me over for tea tonight, it was pasta, she ate 3 platefuls!
I said to her where fo you put it all, she said she had a big appertite.
After the meal we cuddled up on the sofa, she complained of stomach pain,
and that she had been constipated for days
I gave her a deep stomach massage, then about 30 minutes later she went
to the toilet.
I could help hearing her groaning on the toilet, when she had finished
she called me into her bathroom
She had dropped a massive turd into the toilet, she said it was very
painful to pass, but she felt great.
Realising the turd was going no where I fished it out and put it in the
outside trashcan.
She was still in discomfort, I took a look at butt hole it was all torn
and beeding.

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Curious

Question for Canadian Kelly

What do you mean by full cut bikini panties? I know what bikini panties
are but what do you mean by full cut?

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Emily.W

Locked out of my house.

I was waiting for my sister to get home and let me in. I was sat on a
step in a knee length blue dress and matching knickers. After a while of
needing to pee my bladder emptied itself. A puddle formed underneath me
and down the steps. I peed for about 45 seconds. My dress was totally
soaked, but I felt so much better. My sister was very understanding and
washed my clothes for me.

Thank you
Emily x

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TJ

Constipated still

Hello,
i still very backed up i have had no luck with the stool softeners or any
thing like that and im not allowed 2 have prunes. And just last nite my
hubby could here me straining and grunting from the bathroom and he said
u ok? I said no 🙁 then he said what can i do 2 help? I said i dunno then
he said here is a magaizine u can read that 2 try 2 relax then 40 mins
later im trying he is holding my hands saying push push push then i
grabed my fists 2gether and just pushed then he rubbed my ???? got the
hot weat bag and put it on my ???? 2 hours later nothing 🙁 and i don’t
really like laxtavies 🙁

Does any 1 else have any other ideas how 2 help like ideas u could use on
the toilet 2 help constiption thxz

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MJ
Hi, I’m a long-time lurker and first time poster. I just thought I would
start sharing with you all my experiences over the years. FYI, I’m male,
19 and from the UK. I guess I’d say average height and build- pretty
unremarkable! I’ll try and write this quickly because I need a poo right
now.

So anyways, lastsummer my parents and I went to an airshow about 50 miles
from us. It was a great day out, made more memorable by an interesting
bathroom-related event that happened.
It was a hot day so I had made several trips to the toilets to get rid of
all the water I’d been drinking. Then in the afternoon the picnic lunch
I’d eaten worked its way down and began knocking hard. Unfortunately this
was just as one of the stars of the show, the Eurofighter Typhoon, was
taking off to display, so of course I had to watch that. I waited until
something less interesting came on and made my way to the bathrooms.
As anyone who’s ever been to an airshow will no doubt know, the queues
for the toilets are….usually quite long, shall we say. Luckily since
this was a big show there were about twenty of those portacabin-type
things with a few cubicles and sinks in, fairly evenly split between
women and men, in the nearest toilet area to me, so I walked quickly over
there and luckily found a queue with only three guys in front of me. I
joined it and waited. I paid no attention to the queue forming behind me,
instead watching the helicopter display team that was performing. I did
notice, though, that from the queue you could see under the doors of two
of the three cubicles in this cabin, but I didn’t look too closely.
Finally I was next in line, which was lucky because I could tell it was
going to be a big poo and it was pushing hard. The middle toilet flushed
and the door opened, and to my surprise out came a woman in her
mid-thirties! Understandable I suppose, since the queues for the ladies
are always longer, and I wasn’t going to complain! I climbed the steps
and sidled past her as she waited to use the sink, quickly locking the
door behind me. Someone else came in and headed for the urinals. The
toilet to my left, the other one I could see from outside, flushed and
whoever was inside left, replaced almost immediately by someone who went
in and shut the door as quickly as I had.
I dropped my trousers and boxers and sat on the seat still warm from the
(not unattractive) previous occupant, relieved that I was on a toilet,
and so relatively quickly, too! I heard the rustling of my neighbour
doing the same, and I peed a bit while I got settled. Normally I enjoy
taking a dump in a toilet with someone in the next cubicle or somewhere
in the bathroom doing the same, but I felt a bit shy when I remembered
people outside could see my feet under the door. So I waited for a
high-speed (and therefore loud) pass by whatever jet was now displaying,
and dropped my first load. A fart, followed by a big log that slid home
quietly. I let out a little sigh of relief- it felt good.
My neighbour moaned softly and I heard two logs plopping into the bowl. I
looked at the floor and reflected in a puddle of presumably piss I could
see their feet. Sandals, pink nail paint and feminine-looking jeans?
Could this be a woman taking a dump in the cubicle next to me? It
certainly seemed that way. I could hardly believe my luck! I pushed out a
blast of mushy shit, making it loud so my neighbour knew I was pooing
too. She then followed suit, releasing what I assumed was a wave of
chunky diarrhoea similar to mine. Next came a couple of soft balls of poo
from me, and then a fart and a log from my neighbour. I pushed out
another log and she followed suit, and then with a final fart and a
couple of balls of poo, came silence. A minute or so later I heard the
tearing of toilet paper. I wanted to get out first to see who I had just
shared a (relatively) intimate poop experience with, so I hurriedly
pushed out my final two logs, but it was too late. By the time I started
to wipe my neighbour had flushed and left. Needless to say I spent most
of the day looking for someone who matched what I saw of her feet and
shoes- and eventually I found her! Just as we were starting to leave at
the end of the show, I realised she was sitting just a few dozen feet
from us with her boyfriend. She was about 22-25, with short brown hair
and a pair of big cheesy sunglasses, and an rather nice figure! I was
amazed that I had heard her pooing just inches away from me, the other
side of a thin wood partition in the cramped toilet cabin thing! It was
an amazing experience and I’m sure I’ll never forget it.

Well, hope you enjoyed my first story there. I have to go now because I
really have to shit! I will probably write another one after I get back.
Well bye for now!

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Upstate Dave

A Day At The Sate Park

Hello to all. Let me answer PeePee’s survey first.
1.11-15
2.diarrhea
3.couldn’t make it
4.I was alone
5.Outside
6.No
7.I at this time was going home after sgchool. I had a long bus ride
which was 40 miutes long and I on the bus started getting very painfull
gas pains and my guts were rumbling. I knew that I had a case of bad
diarrha comming on. The pressure to go as I sat there on the bus
increased every mile and I fought hard to keep from going!

Now the long bus ride was the first bus ride. We would stop at the middle
school to tranfer busses which would be the bus that would drop me off at
the stop near my house. I still had about 600 yards to get to my house
from the bus stop. I could have gone in the middle school and use the
bathroom then. But if I did I would have missed my bus and had a 5 mile
walk from the school.So I didn’t and got on my second bus.

What was good about the second bus my stop was the frst stop that the bus
made on its route. So the time on this bus would be short. But I was
having a real hard time to keep from going dirrhea in my pants! I was
squirming around in the seat,broken out in a hard sweat, and had my butt
cheeks squaeezed as hard as I could get them.

In less then ten minutes I was at my stop and quickly got off the bus.
Right after getting off the bus I had to fight real bad to keep from
going right there as I stood by the side of the highway waiting to cross
it. I could have made a choise for right where I was standing was a
friends house which I could have gone down to and use my friends
bathroom. But this time of day no one would be here so that was out.

Traffic cleared and I crossed the highway and every so slowly started
walking up my road to get home. I had to constently stop to keep from
shiting myslef. What a struggle. I was now comtomplating of just going
outside which on the one side of the road was my neighbors property but
where I was right then there was no cover to do it. I would have been
right out in the open of the highway and would have been seen.

So I started again to do my slow starting and stopping slow walk up my
road. I managed to get as far as where there were pine trees that my
neighbor had along the road now. I stopped again and almost went and
ducked through the fence and go into the pine trees. I couldn’t! My
nieghbor was oustide mowing the grass at the start of the row of pine
trees! That was now out to go here.

Again I resumed my struggling walk to get home. As I went around the turn
in my road my house was now in sight! Not far to go now only a few
hundred feet. Dave your’e almost there! I thought to myself. I got as far
as the side yard of my house. I had to stop for I had anotherreal hard
attack and I again had to keep from going right there! Now also I had to
make a choice. I could have walked to the other side of my house turn and
go to the door on that side of the house and go inside. Or I could cut
through the yard that I was standing by and go through the side door on
this side of the house.

It was a no brainer. Where I was cut through the yard here for it was a
shorter distance to go. I was headed to the same bathroom which I could
go to which was off the kitchen anyway by going either way. I felt the
preasure ease up just a litle right then so I took off at a run now
heading through the yard heading for the side door.

I got halfway and suddenly I had dirrhea shooting explosivly out of my
asshole into my white briefs that I had on under my new tan pants! Was it
ever wet,smely and filled my briefs to overflowing! I froze in my tracks!
I also now had it running down the inside of both of my pant legs! Now I
could smell it and boy did it ever stink! Now that it had happened I
justlet it keep comming out which it did.

By the time my dirrhea stopped most of my tan pants legs had been soiled.
My tan pants were dark brown as far as the back of them,up in front in
the crotch,and most of my pants legs and even my white socks wer mostly
brown. I was so mad! I only had about less then fifteen feet to go which
included the distance to get to the bathroom off the kitchen inside.

So what I did after I had stopped since I was out of view from the road
was that I took off my tan pants,my former white briefs,and my socks.
They were all ruined. So I walked down to the end of the yard and heaved
them down the hill. Then I walked around to the back of the house where
we had a hose turned it on and washed myself down with the hose rael
good. Boy that felt good to get all the shit off me.

I turned off the hose and went inside went upstairs to me bedroom got a
complete change of clothes, went into the upstairs bathroom and took a
very long hot shower. That felt great too. Now this happened back in 1969
and the tan pants that I had shit on with the massive amounts of dirrhea
and my white cotten briefs too may still be down on the side of the hill
still!

Now lets go on with my story. My grandmother had picked up me and the
girls. Now I was going to see how close the girls did live to my
grandmothers property. It wasn’t all that far at all. My grandmother
stopped and Sandra and Janice got out form the backseat. Sandra told me
to come with them. So I got out with them.

We waked up to the house going around to the back of it and thier mom was
oustide in the ayrd. Both girsl introduced me to thier mom which the way
they first said thier introduction was to me funny. Hey mom meet the guy
we have been working with! De Dunns grandson they said next. Then they
said my first name. The girls mom said it was nice to meet me and I said
the same back to her. The two girls went inside and I talked with thier
mother while I waited for them to come back out.

Thier mom and I made small talk about having my grandmother as a new
neighbor. Also she asked me what the new house was going to look like. I
told her it was going to be different for it was going to be octogon
shaped. That is going to be different! the girls mom said back to me. I
can’t wait to see it then she also added. I said the same thing back to
her. I also told her that they should start building it next week and
should be up and done in less then a month too.

The girls came back outside and I said to the mom; It was nice to met
you. She said the same thingback to me a I walked back to my grandmothers
car and we got in. Next stop was my grandmothers house which we had to
pick up waht we were taking to the park as far as food, drinks, snacks,
my grandmothers Srabble game, and I a change of clothes.

We wer at my grandmothers in ten minutes. We all went inside. In the
kitchen my grandmother asked for help there in the kitchen to get the
stuff together. Janice said she would help. Sandra also said she would
help but she needed to use the bathroom. I told her I’ll show you where
it is. So Sandra and I walked out of the kitchen into the dinningroom.
The bathroom had a door that was in the dinningroom and I walked over to
it and I went inside with Sandra right behind me.

The reason I went into the bathroom wa there was a second door which was
one that connected the bathroom to the bedroom next to it that I was
using. It wass a shorter way to go then going to the other door that was
in my bedroom too. I showed the bedroom that I was using to Sandra. My
grandfather had decorated this room. (he had died several years ago. It
had a lot of american indian stuff in it along with a indian pony hide
rug on itsfloor. Sandra though that was so neat!

I told Sandra go take your piss while I didg out my change of clothes.
Sandra walked back into the bathroom using the bedrooms connecting door
leaveing it open. I heard her go to the other door closed it and heard
her hook the lock. I heard her come back through the bathroom and she
left my bedroom door to the bathroom wide open!

I at this time was diggingout what I was going to wear at the park so I
was rimmagng through my rucksack gettig my clothes out that I was going
to wear.Sandra said to me; Aren’y you going to watch? She giggled hard
too when shge asked me. I looked up and Sandra was standing in the open
doorway. Let me go lock the bedroom door! I quickly said to her. I got up
hurried over to the other door and I locked it. Then I hurried right back
to the other door to the bathroom.

Now Sandra was standing at the front of the toilet. She pulled down a red
pair of shorts she had changed into at her house when we had stopped.
Under her shorts she had put on a bikini styled swimsuit which was blue.
She slipped down the bikini bottom letting it fall to the floor at her
sneakers. Then she sat down on the toilet seat to piss.

It only took Sandra a quick second or two to start. Her stream came ou
strong with a very loud hiss, and splashed noisily in the bowl. I stood
there watching with a smile. Niether one of spoke at firstwhile Sandra
pissed. The n Sandra asked me what was I going to wear at the park. I had
what I was going to put on slung over my one arm. Oh I said these. I had
a pair of cutoff jeans sort, a pair of jeans, a light grey tshirt and a
regualr pull over shirt for later in the day.

Sandra took a pretty long piss this time too. It satyed hard and kept up
its loud hissing and noisy splashing almost the entire time she pissed.
Only just before she stopped the hissing stopped and the splashing was
much less. Thn Sandra stopped. But she must have given a push to make
sure that she had emptied her bladder. For she let out a short but loud
fart but she didn’t have any piss come out with the push just her fart.

She reached over and ripped of some toilet paper and wiped her self off
with one quick wipe. Stood up bent over pulled her bkini botom up a long
with her shorts together. She held her shorts up at her thighs as she
slipped her bkini bottm up the rest of the way and then her shorts after.
She flushed the toilet and then she asked me if I was going to change
now. I told her I was. Good mind if I watch? I laughed and tod her to
come in. She laughed I stepped back into the bedroom and she joined me.

I stripped right down quickly taking off my work shorts and the briefs I
had on also. Sandra giggled just a little for my penis was erect and she
looked at till I had slipped my cutoff jeans shorts on. Then I took off
the shirt I had on put on the grey tshirt and that was it for now. The
pair of jeans and te other shirt wre for later.I went over to the door I
had locked unlocked it.

I;ll go out this way and you go out thrtough te bathroom. I’ll meet you
in the dinningroom. Sandra let out a little giggle got up from my bed and
went through the bathroom door and I met her in the dinningroom. Back out
to thelitchen we went and pitched in gathering up what was to be taken
with us for the day. Once that was done out to the car we wnet put
everything in the trunk got in and we left heading to the new state park.

Fifteen minutes later we wer there and pulled in and stopped at the
rangers station. My grandmother paid the girl ranger. She told us we
could go down either road to get to the picnic area. There was a fork
ahead of us where the road split into two seperate roads. My grandmother
took the left fork. The speed limit was 15mph which it was a ways to get
down to the lake,the parkinglot, and the picnic area.

Now before the area had become the park there were compa on the lake. As
we came to the backside of thge lake there was one of the old camps still
there but it was all boarded up but had been fixed back up and it looked
nice. That turned out to be the only camp left standing the rest of them
all had been torn down.

We soon had reached the parkinglot that was the closest to the icnic
area. Mygrandmother parked and we got out grabbed all our belongings out
of the trunk and started walking to the short wak to thepicnic area. Now
not know to me mygrandmother had prearranged to meet one of her friends
who was already here. So she told us and we walked to the picnic table
where we were to meet up with my grandmothers friend.

In minutes we were at the table where her friend was. Her friend had
cjosen a good table. It was in the shade out of the sun,had the fireplace
and habachi close by it. Plus the bathroom building was only fifty
feetaway which the girls liked having it so close. (as you will find out
it was nice to have it close for me too!) We set our stuff up and since
we all had not had lunch yetwe made up a hearty lunch and we all ate.

After eating and picking up from lunch the Scrabble game got setup on the
table. The girls and I couldn’t go swimming yet so we joined in to play.
So we did. Now while we played oneof the snacks that was brought was
black licorce candy which were hard type not the thisn strings ortwisted
thicker long pieces. I snacked on them eating more of them then the
girls, and my grandmother.

This was a mistake on my part. Licorice acts like a laxitive if you eat
to much of it over a short period of time. I had done this too! As the
game was nearing its end thelicorce kicked in and I could feel that I had
a case dirrhea comming on strong! I held myself back to keep from going
and not letting the girls,my grandmother, and her friend that I had to
go. Boy was that ever so hard to do too.

Thankfully the game ended which I wound up winning. I hurridly got up
from the bench at the table. I said excuse me I have to go! That brought
giggles from both girls and my grandmother. (she knew about the laxitive
powers that licorice had!) I ran the fifty feet to the bathroom building
ran inside the mns room over to one of the stalls slammed thedoor loudly
ripped down my jeans short =s and sat down hard on the black toiklet seat!

I let out a loud very wet fart to start off with. Then I started haing
spurts of very runny dirrhea shoot hard out of my asshole which smeld
bad, splashed loudly, and burned my asshole as it came out of it. I sat
ther with my eyes tightly shut and very stiffly as the dirrhea just
poured out of me. It would ease off and stop only for a few seconds which
I would feel much better for when it did take its very short pause. But
that ws just for the time that I did pause.

Then I would have another hard painfull cramp which I would tense right
back up agin and start doing a nother hard spurt of dirrhea come spurtig
out hard of my asshole! This went on repeatedly. I sat there now thinking
to myslef; Come on please! When is this ever going to stop!

I dodn’t know how long I had been sitting there on the toilet in the mens
room shitting my brains out with my bad dirrhea attacks. It had been long
enough to raise some concern. For I heard Sandras voice and she must have
been outside by the doorway to the mens room when she said asking me if I
was ok. I told her I was for the most part. I got a bad case of the runs
from the licorice. I heard her giggle slightly.Then she told me that my
grandmother had told them that might be what had happened to me. I got a
litle mad about that for a quick short momnet only. I had another hard
crmp and I released anothr hard spurt of dirrhea out of myasshole.

Hering my dirrhrea make its loud splash even fromthe doorway of th emns
room Dandra aagin asked me if I was ok. I said yes back to her. I did
several moore psurts of dirrea in a row but the intensity of the spurts
was less on each one of them. I knew I was nearing the end? At least
that’s what I hoped for. It was for I went and now only did many wet
farts in a row and thepent up gas inside of me eased off and the cramps
easd up to and then I did stop.

I ever os carefully wiped off myasshole for with the acid that was in my
dirrhea hurt when I wiped my asshole. But I nanaged to get it wiped off.
I got up from the toilet. I did take a quick look down at the bowl. It ws
filled with tannish colored water and many little pieces of tan colored
strings of shit. I flushed it and I pulled my cutoff shorts up and
hurridly got out of the stall to get out of my stink!

I was right Sandra was standing in the entance way to the mensroom. I had
walked over to the sinks along the wall to wash my hands and I also
wanted to use warm water and sopa to wash my asshole off too. So Iasked
Sandra to stay there and watch for any guys heading towards the menroom.
I need to wash my asshole off. Sandra couldn’t help let out a giggle but
told me she would. So I slid my shorts down ran some warm water and wtted
a papertowl with the warm water and the liquid soap and washed my asshole
right there at the sink. I did it quickly and oh it felt so good to do it
too!

I tossed the brown paper towel in the trash pulled my cutoos up and
zipped them up and did the snap. I walked over to Sandra who had stood
guard which no one had came and we walked away togther and went back to
the table. i was aked bymy grandmother if I was ok. I told her I was and
I also added saying. I’ll never do that again. Sandra,Janice,my
grandmothe, and my grandmothers friend eithe smiled,giggled,or laughed.
This would be the start of the day at the park. For me it was a bad one
but soon it would be much better. I’ll stop here for now but will go on
with more for there is much more that happened. Upstate Dave

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Louise p

Worried

Hi, whenever I go for a poo I get a urge to go, sit on the toilet
push..then nothing.
After waiting for a minute I wait for the urge to come back, then I push
again.
Usually on the second go my poop all shoots out in one go.
Today whilst shopping at the mall I had to go.
I sat pushed waited, pushed then my poo camr out in one super fast lump.
It crashed into the toilet witha big spudoosh totally soaking my bum.
Someone in the ladies said “wow what was that??”
After wiping I looked into the toilet whilst flushing.
It did the same as any other toilet I use – filled up and didnt empty.
I must do heavy or big poops I guess

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Wendy

Diarrhoea

When I got up this morning I had really bad ???? ache. I knew I had the
runs so I ran to the toilet. As soon as I got to the toilet I took down
my panties, (I sleep in just my panties) & sat down. The moment my bum
touched the seat, wet diarrhoea literaly exploded into the toilet. It
felt like a gallon of liquid poo had been pumped out of my bum & the
relief was almost as good as sex! It was lucky I was at home at the time
because I only just made it to the toilet. If I’d waited for even a few
minutes I would have messed my panties big time.

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Rachel

After work crap

I came home from work tonight dying for a crap. I had to run upstairs
holding my bum & it was already coming out into my knickers by the time I
got there. I had to get my trousers down fast & my zip had jammed. I
frantickly pulled at it & all the time I was crapping my knickers. By the
time I managed to get my trousers down my knickers were totally messed. I
sat on the toilet & did another 4 big turds & when I was done I dropped
my crap filled knickers into the toilet & flushed.

I love playing with my dirty shit & wee! Ha ha. But seriously. I came
home from work busting for a crap but I wanted to finish my game on my DS
first. It was the last level & took ages to complete & my urgent need to
have a crap was making it hard to concentrate so it took longer to play.
That of course made me even more desperate to go & by time I’d killed the
last alien I was almost crapping my knickers. Then there was the big
mother ship to destroy & that was really hard. I could feel my crap
pushing its way out of my arse so I pushed my bum down has against my
chair to stop it coming right out. The mother ship was really hard to
destroy & I kept dying. (I was dying for a crap too!) Well eventually I
managed to destroy it & the game was complete. I dropped my DS on the
floor & ran to the toilet holding my bum with both hands. When I got to
the bathroom I found my sister Zoe was in there having a smelly crap.
Fortunately she came out after only five minutes but she hadn’t flushed
the toilet. I was too desperate to care about the smell or the huge messy
crap Zoe had left for me. I didn’t even flush it away, I was just glad to
make it to the toilet without crapping myself. I practically ripped my
trousers & knickers down before thumping down onto the toilet & the
moment my bum touched the seat my crap just slipped out into the pan. Zoe
must have been on the toilet for ages (she usually does when she craps) &
the seat was really hot to sit on. Judging by the soft fluffy texture of
her crap, I don’t think she was very well & the hotness of the seat meant
she had a temperature. I just relaxed as the first turd came out. I did
about 6 huge turds right on top of Zoe’s & when I flushed the toilet just
filled with water & it wouldn’t clear the crap away. It took a further 5
flushes to get rid of it all & even then it left some seriously big skid
marks. When I came out of the bathroom Zoe was waiting impatiently by the
door. She rushed straigt back into bathroom, muttering, “Oh no. Oh no.” 5
seconds later I could hear her releasing a torrent of diarrhoea into the
toilet. She spent over an hour in there stinking the place out. I guess
she’d got a stomach bug or something. Well I went back downstairs to
watch some tv & went to bed at about 10. I woke up at about 3 desperate
for another crap. It was really urgent & I knew I’d got the bug from Zoe.
I ran to the toilet but Zoe was in there again. Not surprisingly she took
ages & I was nearly crapping in my pyjamas. Hearing Zoe squirting her
diarrhoea into the toilet didn’t help & after waiting over half an hour I
was starting to lose control. By the time Zoe came back out I had
diarrhoea running down my legs & I still needed to go. I rushed into the
bathroom, took off my crap filled pyjamas & threw them in the bath. Then
I sat on the toilet to finish my runny crap. For the rest of the night we
both alternated in & out of the bathroom to release our diarrhoea & a
couple of times we both needed to go at the same time. Zoe crapped her
knickers twice & I did it once more. The following morning the whole
house stank of diarrhoea & we both kept going all day. It must have been
something we’d eaten.

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Debbie

Quick Update

Hi everybody – this is just a quick update because I am at work. It is
9.15am and I have just returned from mt morning poop. I felt it as I was
travelling in as usual. After taking my coat off and saying good morning
I made my way to the ladies toilet. I notices that Priya, a very
beautiful Indian girl, was a few paces behind me. I held the dorr for her
and said hi as we went into adjacent cubicles. I thought it was her poop
time as I had heard her poop at this time before, and sure enough only a
very short time after sitting down I heard a little grunt followed by 9
plops – yes 9! in fairly quick sucession. I passed my poop – it was 2
wide bits each about 5 inches long. We both wiped and finished about the
same time. At the sinks we chatted and Priya seemed to bring the
conversation around to pooping – I think she may share my fascination for
other girls pooping habits. She said bet that feels better and I said it
sure does – with a smile on my face. I said it sounds if you needed that
– and she immediately smiled and started telling me that it was fairly
urgent this morning. I think this is something to build on!

Kristen – thanks for your coments. We seem to be synchronised at about 9
at work!. Tell us more about your poops and what you do when you are not
in the office.

Must get back to work now.
Love Debbie x

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Anonymous
Debbie: I liked your story about the weather lady a lot. Just out of
curiosity, how much time passed between the crackle and her plop?

Brian: I like your stories too.

I wish I had some to post, but things have been boring for me.

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Thursday, March 18, 2010

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Post Title (optional) Accident on the motorway

To P{ee Pee

I was about 16

Poo and pee

Traffic accident

Mum knew

Motorway

Yes

It was a simple long traffic hold up and I was desperate to pee and to
poo. I was in my schoolgear and on the way home with Mum driving – I
should have gone before leaving school But I was late out and Mum was in
a rush. After half an hour I told Mum the problem and I was going to have
an accident. She put an old dog blanket under my bum and I peed myself
watching the wet stain spread all over my trousers and feeling it soaking
up the back of them. Then quite simply I raised my bum off the seat and
filled my briefs. It was quite firm and I sat on a pad off poo until we
got home about two hours later. I dont suppose anyone lkes having an
accident in front og their mum aged 16. The others I have had have always
been when I have been on my own.

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Worried Mother

Help me!!!!

I am really worried about my daughter, Alexandra. She is seven years old
(much too old to be having accidents, and is in grade two. I also have a
five year old son, and he hasn’t wet his pants in ages!

It started two weeks ago, when I got a call from my daughter’s school,
saying that she had had an accident, and needed a change of clothes, but
would resume regular activities afterward. I wasn’t sure if that was
best, knowing that my daughter was probably humiliated at the thought of
wetting her pants!

Much to my surprise, when I got to the school with a change of clothes,
ready to meet a tearful daughter begging me to take her home, I found my
daughter in the office, happy as can be. She was not humiliated, and did
not even seem to care the slightest bit about having wet her pants!

I found that strange, but thought that maybe she just didn’t want me to
know how embarrassed she was. But then, the next day (Saturday), my
family and I decided to go for a walk. There is a wooded area in the
neighbourhood, and we decided to take a walk. As we were walking,
Alexandra crossed her legs together, and began to look uncomfortable. I
asked her if she needed the washroom. She said no. A couple minutes
later, she said “Mommy, I need to pee.” I looked at her, and saw that
there was already a growing patch of wetness around the crotch of her
dress. She glanced down at her wet spot, and said, “Mommy, I think I wet
my panties.” Then she continued walking. She didn’t even care!

Then, a couple days later, she and her brother were playing outside. I
heard the door open, and my daughter came in. There was a dark spot on
her jeans, and I asked her if she had wet her jeans. She nodded, and then
was about to go play dolls, when I told her to go change. She reluctantly
went to change.

Please help me!!! Why is my daughter wetting herself so often? Se is too
old to be doing so! Why does she not even care? If you have similar
stories, please share them, and if you have any advice, please share it
as well.

Worried Mother

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Silvy
I was coming back from office when breakfast suddenly kicked in. I was in
a really empty street so I squat between two parked cars and I let it
out. After that, there was a big smelly pile behind a lux car. What a
nice view.

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Anny

Husband had an accident

My 27 year old husband had a minor sharting accident last night. He was
peeing and he thought he had to fart, so he did. It wasn’t just a fart!
He ended up having quite a bit of diarrhea in his underwear. I was in the
bedroom when it happened and all I heard from the bathroom was FLURRRRRP!
and then “Crap!” I asked what was wrong and he opened the bathroom door
(now sitting on the toilet) and he said that he pooped his pants. He said
my prediction was right, that if he continued the loud, wet farts
eventually he was going to crap himself (he does do lots of loud wet
farts). I felt bad for him though because his stomach was bothering him,
and the bathroom smelled terrible from all the diarrhea he was having.
Luckily he didn’t have to throw out his underwear; he rinsed them out in
the bathtub to get most of the mess out and then put them in the hamper.
No big deal, accidents happen to lots of people 🙂 I even had a sharting
accident over a week ago when I thought I was finished having diarrhea
from the laxative I was prescribed.

To TJ (Constipated Badley)- Did you try a fleet enema? Or even just a
plain water enema? Those work really well, provided you don’t use them
all the time. I know you’re not a fan of laxatives or stool softeners but
maybe you should try a stool softener like Colace (Docusate Sodium)or
Lactulose Syrup, like what I take. They are gentle and don’t cause
stomach cramps, and they will help since you drink lots of water anyway.
It just helps the poop become softer and easier to come out without nasty
side effects like stomach aches and diarrhea. Or you could try prunes or
prune juice if you don’t want to go the laxative/stool softener route.
Hope you’ll be okay and that you’ll finally get some relief.

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Chris Drybread aka toast

Busted!

Hey all it’s been a long time sI nce I posted but nothing out of the
normal has happend to me, in tell Sunday. Up intell Sunday I had taken to
peeing out in my back yard when no body was home it was sort of fun and
eazy but Sunday my mom whom I live with told me to stop!! I don’t even
know how she found out It’s been a long time since i felt that much
embarasment. All I can say is that it is good thing that she didn’t tell
my dad who would have knocked my glasses off my face.

I will do my best to keep you in the loop.

Chris Drybread

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