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Half Dump Denise

Indecent Exposure (And It Wasn’t My Fault!)

When I introduced myself a couple of months ago, I told you about my name
and family. I’m 16, come from a huge family with 14 from four generations
of my family under one roof, so the bathroom time with only two toilets
is quite limited. My biggest problem is this: I can’t take a full crap or
anything even close to it whenever I’m in a public bathroom of any type.
It is like so embarrassing. However, when I’m in the bathroom on the
upper level of my house I’m what my grandfather calls “the bowl filler.”

Well, last week at about noon my friend Monique came over. She had the $5
to pay me back that she had borrowed and she suggested that we walk about
three blocks up the street to McDonalds. I was hungry, but wanted to take
my daily morning crap before I left, but both of our bathrooms were busy
so I decided to save it for McDonalds. So me and Monique started our
walk. It was like 95 out already and quite humid. I could feel the sweat
rolling down my legs from my jean shorts and my hair, which I had pulled
back, was wet too. When we got to the main street in our city and
prepared to cross the six lanes, I knew we should be prepared to run
because the cars don’t stop or even slow down. We waited for a break,
Monique called it, and we ran full speed across the lanes. Monique swore
because she had stubbed her toe on the median and the run caused me to
get that feeling in my gut that I needed to crap and pretty fast. I was
feeling a little nauseated, probably from the heat and running and I told
Monique I didn’t feel my crap was going to hold until we got to
McDonalds, even if we were to pick up speed. As we continued our walk
which was a little harder now because we were walking uphill and against
a wind that had picked up, we got to the sidewalk around a big
construction hole where the basement had been dug for a new building.
Monique pointed out a portable potty a few feet ahead of us and I said
great. I actually raced to it.

It was obvious to me what I would be on the stool in like 10 seconds and
I couldn’t wait. The door was a little bit ajar, as if to invite me in
and I immediately yanked it open. I probably used too much pull, but I
was in a hurry. The problem came when I went to close it and found that
it had been bent and wasn’t fully able to be closed. I grabbed my jean
shorts, because I couldn’t see any light between the door and the unit
and I knew with Monique out there that there wouldn’t be a problem with
someone opening the door on me. I lowered my shorts and undies, placing
my sweating butt squarely on the toilet. The lack of air again caused me
to feel nauseated and within a minute or two on the stool, I was
literally dripping from sweat. My first log was about half way out and I
was pushing as hard as I could when suddenly the door went flying open,
exposing me sitting there to all the passing cars. I called for Monique
who was I guess on the opposite side of the toilet trying in vain to
light her cigarette. There were three or four honks from the street
before she came crashing in, grabbed and closed the door and was
literally standing right over me and cussing as she was finally able to
light her smoke.

I was continually sweating, now starting to choke on the smoke and trying
to get my first log to clear with Monique standing right against me. I
got to thinking about what I had done to deserve this. I couldn’t let her
out without exposing me again to the six lanes of traffic and my first
log had not yet dropped. She opened the door just a crack to get her
cigarette pointing outside and I momentarily stood up, an act that caused
my log to break off. I knew I had a lot more inside me but felt if I did
a fast wipe, I could wait until McDonalds to get the rest of it done. I
showed Monique the wiping paper before I tossed it in and she said my ass
should be pretty clean. I told her to make sure I had my undies up and my
jeans up before she opened the door. As soon as she partially opened it,
the wind blew it all the way back again and she swore when her cigarette
went out. Like I give a damn.

While she ordered for me at McDonalds, I immediately went to the
bathroom. It was a one-staller but a lot cooler and cleaner and I sat for
about three minutes and I dropped two more pieces, although they were
pretty small. We had a nice lunch, after which I went back in to the
bathroom and dropped a much larger log.

Now do you guys understand what’s behind my pen name?

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Amy L.

Diarreah accident

Hi guys sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I was really caught up in
college work, and my job. For those of you who are new, just to give you
a mental image I recently turned 20, I am a brunette, full figure, 5″5
130 lbs. Anyways I’d like to share an accident i had yesterday.

Yesterday I went shopping at the mall to buy new clothes for the new
college semester. I wore a jean skirt, that barely covered anything it
only went like three inches down, and I wore a white thong. With a white
blouse, and high heels. I was shopping for like an hour, and I got really
hungry, So I ate in the food court. I ate 5 tacos, and a dessert. I felt
sooo fat! lol. Well I started shopping again for about 2 more hours, and
I really felt the need to poop. When i eat tacos, I always almost
immeadeatly have too poop. My stomach was really acting up. So I quickly
bought the rest of my stuff. I had like 7 bags of clothes, and my purse.
So I had so much pressure carrying that stuff. And the urge became
unbearable. I made it to my car, and threw the bags in the trunk. I was
thinking about just squatting in the parking lot. But I didn’t have the
courage too. I got in my car and quickly left the parking lot. I was
about 15 minutes from home, when I had a wet fart. and I was seconds away
from completely ruining my brand new skirt. I clenched my cheeks so hard.
And amazingly made it to my house. But as soon as I parked and got out,
the poop started coming out. I wasnt even pushing. The urge was so bad. I
ran to the front door, and I tripped over a box the mail man left, and I
completely lost control and my butt exploded all over the box and the
porch. My skirt and thong were ruined, it ran all down my legs. A quarter
of my porch was covered in mushy soft green and brown crap. I puked all
over my shirt from the stench, and I broke down in tears. I was a
complete mess. My neighbor saw me on the porch crying and he immeadetly
rushed over. He’s 20 as well we go to the same college. He saw the mess,
and my condition. and he helped me up. and opened the door for me. I went
to the bathroom, and took off my shoes and showered with my clothes on
untill, they were clean. then I took them off. While I was showering. he
got the hose, and sprayed my porch and it was completely clean. He got my
bags out of the car and put them on the couch. After I showered I got
changed into my pajamas and put my clothes in the washer. I gave steve a
huge bear hug. I told him you didn’t have to do this. And I offered him
20 dollars for what hes done. He said no I don’t want your money. I did
this because I really care about you. I felt so special in the moment,
and made out with him. Now we’re dating 😀 So in the end the accident was
HORRIBLE! but yet I felt so releived to release that HUGE load. So that
day turned out to be a great one 😛

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confused-ed
Hi. I’ve been sick lately and the doctors think it might be my thyroid.
Does anyone have a thyroid problem here?

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I >3 POO

Bathroom shyness

To shy pooper: I totally understand how you feel about being heard having
a poo at college, because once upon a time I felt the exact same way as
you do now. Pardon the pun I was shit scared of what people would think
of me hearing me having a noisy, smelly poo at school because it was
something that I was so self conscious of & I got to the point where I
would avoid having a poo at school at all costs & poo when I got home so
I could poo at home. Some years later I overcame my bathroom shyness when
I was at school funnily enough & needed a poo so very badly that I had no
choice but to go & needless to say it was noisy & as there was a lot of
plopping, farting & smell, but do you know what I didn’t care what anyone
else thought I just needed to relieve myself so badly that I just went
for it & from that point on I overcame my bathroom shyness from that day
on. I don’t even think twice about using public loos in malls,
restaurants or work to have a poo because we all have to poo & being shy
& nervous about being heard only makes it harder on you because like I
used to do is to find a single cubicle loo to be in complete privacy, my
advice is don’t let your fear overcome you, have a poo when some of your
friends are in the loo at the same time because if you hear them having a
poo & you go too then there’s no fear because you’ll all be pooing. What
you have to remember is that you mustn’t let it effect you to the point
where you feel you have to hold back from having a poo in the fear of
being heard you have to go when you have to not worry about it just cut
loose & let yourself be heard pooing because no one will know it’s you
because the door will be shut & they can’t see who’s on the loo. I really
hope what I’ve said makes sense but don’t let it beat you, you can
overcome your bathroom shyness & I really hope you do too 🙂
x
PS You could also try putting a layer or 2 of loo roll in the bowl to try
& muffle the plopping noises when you poo. I’ve heard others who do that
& I’ve tried it once.

Good luck & all the best. Let us know how you get on 🙂

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Blueboy

Tripping Out With My Aunt Again

Back again. It’s been a few weeks since my last story, but I had a great
episode with my aunt this morning. For her to be 38, she’s got a great
sense of humor. She was lying on her bed watching TV when she told me, “I
gotta fart, come on.” As usual, I laid my head on her ???? butt (she was
wearing these green mesh shorts) and she let out a short popping fart
that didn’t really smell that bad. I told her I was the one with the
serious gas since I had Chinese Food and a vanilla milkshake last night.
She told me to let it out, so I put my rear against her back and let out
loud, bubbly fart that lasted for 5 seconds. She fell out the bed
laughing! Then, I left out another one that was loud but it was shorter.
The room had that spoiled meat smell as she sprayed Lysol. I said, “Hey,
can you breate? She said, “No! Your ass need to take shit!”. I told her
that she was right and that she can watch me.

She came with me as I sat there and released two thick ass logs that were
12 inches and 7 inches each. The bathroom was lit up and stunk like hell.
She was sitting on the tub making jokes with me as usual. I asked her if
she could add to my load, so she sat on the toilet an tried while I
washed my hands. My Aunt dropped about 7 small pieces on my load. Her
pieces were no larger than rocks. I laughed as I looked at her load
combined with my huge logs. I told her that she barely did anything. She
that she had to force that out since she was kind of empty. As she was
wiping, I turned my ass towards and let out a grenade fart! It was loud
as hell and went for 6 seconds. She slapped my leg and told me she had me
faded next time!

Question: Any women on here love having a fart session with their friends
around them? If so, when was your last experience and how was it?

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Mary

Response to Sharon’s Survey

Becky, like you I love some of the surveys in this forum. I’ll answer my
first.

1. Do you read while you poop? Frequently.
2. Do you talk on the phone while pooping? Sometimes I do. I’ve even made
business calls while on the toilet (I’m a magazine editor).
3. Eat, drink, or smoke while pooping? I sometimes smoke while I shit.
4. After pooping, do you sit or stand to wipe? I sit.
5. While pooping, do you usually pee? I would say so.
6. After pooping, how many times do you normally wipe? One to three times.
7. After you poop, do you ever use moist wipes or wet your toilet paper?
Never. Just plain old dry tissue for my bottom.
8. Do you ever inspect your turd? Not usually. I just wipe and flush.
9. Is your shit ever hard, dry, or difficult to pass? Yep, too often.

I look forward to more responses to this survey, curious cat that I am.

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Nina

Response to Jodi

Jodi,

I agree with you. Although i dont have too many accidents maybe 2 or 3
every few years I will admit that the few times I have pooped my pants
the smell has lasted much longer than the other times. I would love to
hear some more stories of your accidents and your fiancees reactions if
you wouldnt mind posting. Ive had my fair share of guys break up with me
about my accidents so would love to hear about a guy who is okay with it.
Thanks.

Love Nina

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Emma

Thanks and another story

Thanks to everyone who answered my question about having an accident and
trying to hide it. Glad to know I’m not the only one to do that. 🙂

I have something that happened to me this weekend. It actually happened
to my friend Ashley but I was there. She’s also 15 by the way. We went
with my church youth group on a camp trip over the weekend to the
mountains. On Saturday afternoon we were out hiking on a trail to see a
waterfall and Ashley was walking with me and we were at the back of the
group. She really had to pee bad. I told her to ask to go back to the
cabins or go behind a tree or something but she was embarrassed and
didn’t want anyone else to know but me. After a while though she was
really bad off and had to hold her crotch and stop and cross her legs and
bend over every few minutes to keep from letting go. She wanted to wait
until we got back so she could use one of the bathrooms. She said she
hates going outside and was too scared because there were boys around.
She kept holding it and we stayed at the back of the group even though
one of the chaperones kept telling us to hurry up and stay with the
group. A few minutes later I heard Ashley gasp and start saying, “No, no,
no, no, no” and I turned around and she was stopped, her legs spread a
little apart, looking down, and her khaki capris were quickly turning
dark in the crotch and spreading down her legs and pee started dripping
onto the trail and she just totally, completely peed her pants, like all
the way flooded herself. Her capris were almost completely soaked and it
was very very obvious that she had peed her pants. She started crying and
the chaperone heard and came back and saw what happened. He told me to
take Ashley back down to the cabins and help her clean up. So we started
back to the cabins and I tried to get Ashley to calm down and stop
crying. She was mortified. I told her it was no big deal, accidents
happen, and everyone pees their pants sometimes. She didn’t care. I told
her I had peed my pants plenty of times, but she said I never did it in
front of the whole youth group at 15 years old. I finally got her to calm
down about halfway back to the cabins. Only a few people saw her in her
wet pants before we could get into our cabin so she could shower and
change, but by that night everyone in the youth group knew about Ashley’s
big accident and some of the kids gave her a hard time about it, which
sucked. She was really embarrassed all weekend and kept asking if she
could go home but there was no way. I felt really bad for her. She told
me she should have listened to me and asked to go or gone behind a tree.
Anything would have been better than peeing her pants.

If anyone else has any stories about covering up an accident please
share. I will try to come back with some of my other experiences later.
Bye.

Emma

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Shy pooper, if it helps, put toilet paper in the toilet first to muffle
the sounds and maybe hold toilet paper over your bottom to to collect the
first piece of poop and let go of it after it sticks.

Do you hover or actually sit on the toilet to poop because I think its
better to sit but I put paper on the seat first.

Hope this helps

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Kate

boyfriends accident

Heyyyy Im Kate! Im here to tell a story of my boyfriend who is the same
age as me we are both 18. We were going out to dinner for a romantic
night. He took me out and bought me flowers and everything it was a great
night. We drove home back to my house and were cuddling in bed watching
tv and all. Unfortunately my house only has one bathroom and I could tell
he wasnt feeling well. All of a sudden he quickly shot up and told me he
was going to the bathroom. He quickly came back however with a paniced
look on his face. He told me my mom was in the bathroom and he really had
to poop. I said im sorry just hold on shell be out soon. He said he was
trying but didnt know if he could wait much longer. Well my mom got out
of the bathroom and he turned to go out but as soon as he was in the
doorway he doubled over and i just sat there watching as my boyfriend
filled his pants with diarrhea. My mom who was walking this way saw and
felt terrible and tried to help out Brian (my boyfriends name). She told
him to shower and clean up and shed bring him some of my dads clothes.
She even told him a story of when i pooped my pants last year on a family
vacation which i later found out about. He came back all cleaned up
wearing my dads clothes and i told him he looked cute to try and make him
feel better but he was miserable. So i ended up telling him more about my
accident last year and a couple others i have had before. He started
feeling better and was less embarrassed as the night went on. Luckily for
me he was very supportive if not more for me in a similar situation that
happened to me a couple months later.

I really enjoy this sight. If anyone wants to know more about his
accident or any of mine just let me know.

xoxo
Kate

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new guy

a quick question

To all the women & girls what is your most memeroable poop.

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jake

One of the biggest shits of my life

I’ve been a long time reader. This is my first post. Some of these
stories are really great. Greg’s are my all time favorite. I’m a 28 gay
white male, 5’9″, brown hair, green eyes, clean shaven, thin.

Anyway this morning I’m at work and I have this feeling like I have to
take a shit. I go in the men’s room and drop my pants and briefs. I’m
sitting on the toilet, shitting. I look down at my deuce, and the longest
one is like 3 feet. There was one or two more about a foot. There was a
lot of shit in the bowl. I was hoping it wouldn’t clog the crapper. That
shit was one of the most amazing shits of my life. The whole day I’m
thinking “Wow, I can’t believe that shit I took this morning”. I almost
took a picture but I thought it would be too strange, being at my work’s
men’s room and all. I flushed, and it all went down. The toilet was
hungry, and ate all my shit down without a problem.

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Upstate Dave

My Second Fort With A Toilet Part 3

Ok Barbie H had been the one that was cuaght in the first round of our
hide n seek game. I had been with Barbie s and she took a piss in the
crate toilet in my new fort for she and I hid in the fort for the time
needed for her to piss. It was the second round now with Barbie H
counting as we went off to hide.

Barbie S headed towards the front of the yard as I headed towards the
barn. Diane first started going with me till we neared the barn an then
she said come with me. So I did and she ran down along side the barn on
the forts side with me behind her. She went right into the fort which I
went with her.

Diane stopped right at the crate toilet lifted up its lid and she was
wearing shorts and she without saying a word to me just yanked her shorts
and panties right down letting them fall around hersneakers plooped down
hard on the toilet seat and she let go immeadiatly with a gushing piss
stream out from her vagina letting out a sigh.

After Diane had pissed for a few seconds she did say to me that she
smelled piss when she came inside. Are you sure Diane? I asked. It could
be your piss you are smelling. Oh no it’s not mine. I saw that before I
sat down the dirt was wet. Did someone else already piss in here? It had
to be a short time ago too when it was done. Was it Barbie S or you Dave.
I saw you two head this way when we first started.

I am honost so I did tell Diane that it was Barbie S. Diane told me if I
had lied she would have asked Barbie S if it wa her or me. I knew this
too myslef. Well I also new it wouldn’t matter to Diane anyway. It was
common knoledge between all of us that we all at one time oranother had
pissed with each other around to see it being done. Diane was a little
more private doing it though as far as with me and me only to watch not
with any other joining in to watch.

Diane went on with er hard pissing which was enough that her piss had
wetted dirt behind the back of the crate toilet and along a little bit at
the base of the wooden wall of the fort by the time she did stop pissing.
That was going to be needed to be fixed. I knew how too. I would take
care of that later. Diane stood up bent over pulled her whte panties up
and then yanked up her shorts.

The oder of piss now inside that room of the fort was stronger. She and I
slipped outside andwe stayed by te fort takeing peeks over to see if we
could see Barbie H. Niether of us did but we both were unsure if we could
take off just then for home. Well good thing we didn’t for Barbie H ran
for home rightthen making it and Barbie H came out from inside the barn
and stood in the driveway. Diane and I ducked down.

We stayed ducked down for a long minute or so and then took another peek.
I took the chance to take off right then. I tore ass for home. Diane
hesitated. Barbie H had also just came out from inside the barn. I had
ahead start on her so she le me go but had seen Diane. Barbie H also
headed for home and she had cuaght Diane so Diane was it now for the next
round.

Before Diane started to count Barbie S told us she needed to stay out of
this round. Barbie H asked her why. Barbie S answered that she had to
shit. That made Barbie H giggle hard.Diane also did giggle a little also.
Barbie S headed for the house Diane started her counting and Barbie H and
I took off running.

As we started running Barbie H said to me that she was going to use the
toilet in the fort. I know that you were with Barbie S and she had
already used it Dave. So we made a hooking turn and went right to the
fort. No sooner that we had gotten inside the fort Barbie S sad to me;
Did Diane piss in the toilet too? I shook my head yes. Barbie was
reaching under the dress she was wearing to pull her panties down and she
told me like Diane had told me that she could smell piss.

Barbie H pulled down a white pair of panties also like Diane had done.
Barbie lifted up the wooden lid and seat. She got up on the crate itself
and got in a high squat. Barbie did a high sqaut many times when she
would take a piss. Many times she would take her panties right off too
before she would piss. But not this time she left her panties on.

Barbie started her piss. She sent a neat thin hissing stream of piss from
her vagina. Her piss splattered hiting the dirt inside the toilet crate.
After pissing for five six seconds Barbie told me that she felt like she
had to shit! But I can’t do in here right Dave? I told her that she was
right. Right then Barbie must have bore down to stop her piss stream fr
it eased right off and came to a dripping stop.

AS Barbie H reached down and started pulling up her white panties she
said to me; The otherfirts toilet is used for shiting. I said back to
Barbie H yes Barbie that one can be used. Barbie had her panties pulled
up and had stepped down from the toilet crate. She went right out of the
forts front door which I put the ctarte toilets lid down and I went out
the door of the fort after putting down the lid. Barbie H was just going
around the back corner of the barn as I had come out of the fort.

I ran after her hoping that niether of us was seen by Diane. I cuaght up
with Barbie and I and her following me now I took her down to the hill
side fort. Barbie saw the little open room one the one side of the fort
with the hole in the wooden floor of it. She knew this was this forts
toilet. She let out a loud giggle seeing the stovepipe under the floor
pointing down into the hole in the ground.

Barbie H scrambled hurridly this time to get her white panties down. This
time she did take them right off! When she got up inside the bathroom
section she faced me with her back to me instead of facing at me. Barbie
pulled and gathered herdress right up front and back so I was now looking
at her bare ass faced at me.

Barbie started pissing again right off which she was hitting the edge of
the holes opening with her piss splashing some into the hole and some of
her piss wetting the wood of the floor. She aslo had started to shit too
at the sme time! For already there had come out of her asshole a tan fat
blunt tip of a shit that was moving slowly but steadilly.

Her shit to me looked hard and dry. It reached to be about three four
inches long and suddenly her shit ended with it being expelled out hard
of her asshole shooting down fast and hard into the hole under her and
hit the stovepipe hard making a good thud when it hit the pipe. Then it
fell out form the end of the pipe and into tthe dug hole in the ground
making anothe softer thud hitting the dirt in the bottom of the hole.
Also there was a trickle of piss running out of the pipe too.

Barbie H’s asshole right after her first shit shot out from it opened
right up gain and anothe fat blunt ened tan shitstarted out. This one was
faster and reached about the same length a the first one had and it did
the same ast the first shit g=had but even harder making a loder bang
into te pipe and a louder thump down in the dirt of th hole in the
ground. Then came a third fourth and a fith chunk of shit all being the
same and shot out of Barbie H’s asshole the same way too.

Barbie H pissed weakly all durring this time as she shit. Then one more
fat blunt tipped tan shit started out of Barbie H’s asshole. This one was
not going to be short like all the others had been. This shit was amuch
longer shit which it reached a would have to say a good eight incher! It
fell down and hit with a good thud down n the hole in the ground. Then
Barbie H finished off by pissing hard for about five seconds and then
stopped.

Even though Barbie H had taken very hard shits she picked up her white
panties reached under and wiped herasshole with her white panties and
then wiped her vagina off with them. She then turned around after wiping
and hopped down out of the bathroom. She turned around loooed in the hole
looking at her shit and the she giggled and dropped her white panties
into the hole too.

I told Barbie H that as far as her panties and her shit looked hard to me
that she didn’t have to toss her panties in the hole. I hadn’t seen any
shit smears on them after her using them to wipe herself. Barbie H just
did a quick gggle and then she told me that they were wet from wipingher
vagina. That’s why I tossed them in the hole! Then we heard Diane’s voice
off in the distance say; Allie Allie in come free.

Barbie H and I knew Diane had given up looking for us. So what Baarbie
and I did was split up and we neaded back up to home and Diane in two
different directions. Diane would be it again. But Barbie S was not
outside for she was still inside take in her shit so we all waited for
her to come outside. Then we would wind up playing one ore rond of the
game.

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Tuesday, September 07, 2010

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John the Lurker
Hi everyone,

Special thanks to Sheilagwentgirl, it was your idea regarding taking the
toilet paper from the bathroom that helped me so much. Somehow it has
brought Mum and me so much closer. There is no mystery about the toilet
now, Mum does not lock the bathroom door and twice over the weekend she
called me as she went to the bathroom. On Sunday before church, after
breakfast I helped Mum to wash up the breakfast plates and dry them and
we went upstairs to get ready at the same time, Mum went into the
bathroom and turned to me as she did so and she asked me if I would wear
my nice dark blue suit she had bought me for my birthday. She had the
bathroom door almost closed as she spoke to me but through the small
cracked opening I could see her legs just a little and hear her slipping
her panties down. I was so excited and just wanted to stay and listen,
hoping she wanted to poop. I thought of what Sheilagwentgirl had said
about trying to open a conversation. I just muttered something like sure
Mum, and then asked her what sort of shirt she wanted me to wear, colour
I mean. By this time Mum was on the toilet and I could just see her
knees, she was peeing and it was splashing into the water, Mum said I
should wear a nice white shirt as it would go so well with the suit. I
pretended I hadn’t heard and said, what did you say Mum. Then she opened
the bathroom door more and looked at me directly. She was still peeing,
her panties covered her knees and her hands were on her lap. She didn’t
blush, she just told me again she would like me to wear a white shirt.
Mums pee had almost stopped by then, I head some sort of tiny trickles
and she had stopped talking and turned her head down. It was so
wonderful, I was seeing my Mum as I had always dreamed of, not peeking,
trying to see her, but openly as she pee’s. Then I realised she was
pushing hard, straining I was trembling, she was trying to poop. I’m not
good at describing very well, but she sort of went, ughhh, ughhh, then a
pause . .I could see her taking a deeper breath, could see her shoulders
moving more, then she ugghhhed harder and pooped. I could hear three
plops into the pan and then a deep sigh. I could almost feel her relief
and her body relaxing more. I know I was taking a chance then but I
couldn’t resist saying, asking her, if she was feeling better now she had
pooped. It was amazing because she turned her head and looked at me
telling me, yes it was a relief and then she said thanks for not dashing
off to get changed. I know it sounds crazy, I wasn’t sure what planet I
was on, but I said, you mean you don’t mind me seeing you on the toilet
Mum. She told me she didn’t. She said she had always liked my Dad to be
with her in the bathroom because she felt safer, in case she wanted help,
and just to feel somebody close by her. I just blurted out that I had
always wanted be close to her and could we just go to the toilet like
when she was with Dad. She said yes she would, but it would have to be
only in the bathroom at home, I was too old for her to take me to the
ladies when she was in town. I stayed with Mum until she had finished on
the toilet, she was going for about five minutes, I’m not sure how many
times she plopped but after she had wiped her bum, she wiped sitting
down, five wipes, then she stood and as she did so she slipped her
panties up before I could see any of her private bits. But I hope to
share than soon. Its just so wonderful to see her like that. I hope to be
able to see my best mate Andy’s Mum, Jill on the toilet soon. She talked
to me before as I wrote earlier. For me its a wonderful break through. Oh
how I wish there were lots and lots of unisex toilets. I cannot
understand why we are so private about going to the toilet. I would
appreciate any advice anybody can give me to help me with Mum and Jill,
and hopefully I am still a prefect at school, how to share my thoughts
and ideas with the girls at school?

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Abbie

Back to school…

Hi everyone, Abbie here again. Sorry its been a while since I last
posted, I’ve been really busy starting back at school and haven’t had
much spare time.
Emma- thanks for sharing your experiances on your holiday to Italy, I
enjoyed reading about the desperate poo you had when you got to the
airport and how you felt a lot better after. I know that feeling of
standing waiting for a cubicle having to clench your bum and feeling the
tip of a poo forcing its way out into your knickers and praying that
you’ll get on the loo before you have a full blown accident. Its also not
a good feeling if you go for a poo and then you still feel like theres
more up inside you but it won’t come out, I get that sometimes and it can
be quite uncomfortable. I look forward to your next stories!
Leanne- glad you enjoyed my last story, I loved yours too! I was glad you
got there in time, it sounded pretty close!
I just thought I’d post quickly about the last few days starting back at
school, I was quite worryed about going back as I’d already got
constipated towards the end of the summer hols and thought that going
back to school wouldn’t exactly help my bowels to work better. My mum has
given me medecine in the past when I’ve been constipated but that was a
long time ago now just after I started secondary school and I’d be way
too embarased to admit I’m struggling to have a poo at nearly 16 years
old so I went online to see if there was anything I could do myself.
After reading a bit about it I realised I’m probably not drinking enough
or eating enough fruit and veg (I’m not that keen on vegetables and
although I like fruit I often forget to eat any!) so I thought that I’d
try to see if that worked, along with being sure to go to the toilet as
soon as I start to want a poo. My first day back at school was last
Thursday and I hadn’t been for a poo since Monday, I hadn’t really felt
the need on Tuesday and I’d tried to go on Wednesday when I got home but
nothing would come out. Typically by second lesson in the morning my
belly started hurting a bit and I realised I needed to go. Normally I
would have held it in till at least lunchtime, but I stuck to my
intentions and put up my hand to ask my teacher if I could go to the loo.
I was already feeling embarased because I knew I was likely to take a
long time, although my last poo was a bit easier to get out after a
couple of days of eating more fruit and drinking more it was still quite
hard work and I knew that I was probably going to be on the toilet for at
least 20 minutes. I walked towards the girls loos in the Science block (I
was in a French lesson at the time and they were the nearest ones), I was
just thinking it was nice to be going to the loo before I got so
desperate I was about to poo my pants when I saw a girl who looked like
she might be one of the new Year 7s coming towards me and looking upset.
“I’m trying to find the loo, I’m really bursting” she said in a panic.
“Don’t worry, that’s where I’m going, you can come with me” I said as
kindly as I could, I remembered what it was like when I was new and
didn’t know where the toilets were. The girl walked with me into the
science block, I noticed she was holding her bum with one hand so I
guessed she needed a poo as well, and we both went into the toilets.
Luckily both cubicles were free so we took one each and locked the door.
I usually just lift my skirt and drop my pants to my knees, but this time
I knew I’d probably want more freedom of movement so I unzipped my skirt
and dropped it to the floor and then pulled my yellow and blue stripy
pants down to my ankles. As I looked towards the other cubicle I saw the
other girl’s skirt and pink knickers at floor level and then remembered
that the cubicle partitions in these toilets were high off the ground and
you could see underneath quite easily, I was a bit embarased at the
thought that she’d be able to see my knickers too but it was too late for
that and anyway I knew I’d have to spread my legs really wide to get my
poo out. We both had a quick wee and then I started pushing, all went
quiet next door so I guessed she was doing the same. After a couple of
minutes I could feel the tip of a big log starting to come out of my bum,
all was still quiet next door to me. I was breathing really carefully
trying not to make any noises but as I sat there I started to hear some
grunts coming from the other girl so I joined in too. After about 5
minutes of hard pushing my first log dropped with a loud plop but there
was still silence next door. Shortly after I heard the toilet flush so
the poor girl had obviously given up and then suddenly her pants and her
skirt disappeared from view as she pulled them up. After another 10
minutes and a couple more hard logs I felt I was done so I quickly wiped
my bum and flushed before pulling up my pants and skirt. I then washed my
hands and went straight back to class. I got a few looks from people as I
had been quite a while but luckily the teacher never said anything so it
wasn’t that bad. Thanks for reading this, will post again soon. Bye for
now!!

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