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Feral Girl
Did something really naughty!
SquatSpotter: nope, didn’t ever try it gonna have to next time she’s here.
new guy: lol, intended to keep posting!
don’t like christmas, my cousins visit so if they don’t stay over a few
days at least a day or two there’s people constantly around and i have to
use the bathroom. i have to squat on the toilet, and it’s not that bad to
go that way but i’m afraid my foot’s gonna slip off and i’ll fall. at
least none of them looked in my closet and asked why the bucket was in
there!
Also ruined a pair of panties last week 🙁 was wearing one of the few
plain white panties i own (rest are boy cuts mostly blue and grey) i’d
already taken my pants off and was walking across my room when and felt
like i had to poot a little. alot of times i’ll just barely feel like i
need to poot, and i’ll let a little one out, then i’ll have to again a
couple of more times, so when i feel like that i just push hard and poot
real loud once. so i pushed hard and pooted, it was loud, but a piece of
poo squished out with it! it was gross, i had to carefully walk into the
bathroom and take them off then clean up and put them in a bag to throw
away.
anyway, did something really naughty today. i caught a cold last week and
just go over it, so since it was kind of chilly today outside i didn’t
really want to go out there to poo, but i wasn’t feeling like going in my
bucket again. i started thinking about what happened with J when i texted
her to tell her i needed to poo (we’ve been texting each other saying
when we have to poo since that sleepover, lol) so I was thinking about
how easy it was to clean her poo up in the bathroom, and i have to clean
the bathroom and everything cuz that’s my chore and I’m the only one that
even uses the toilet in there (don’t have to clean that, lol, it barely
gets used).
was also thinking that i do like waiting until i really have to go before
i pee or poo, it just makes me feel, i don’t know excited to know i’m
about to go in my pants. So i waited a long time, i normally go at like
4, so about 4:30 i was starting to feel the need and and i got up and
took the book i’m readin with me into the bathroom. i ended up gettin all
the way naked so my shirt wouldn’t hang down or something and i sat down
in the shut toilet lid with my foot under me so i could press it into my
cat to keep my pee in too and i stated reading. probably was almost 5, i
was having trouble concentrating on reading cuz i really needed to pee
*and* poo and felt like i was prairie dogging.
put my book on the counter and got up and shivered cuz i really needed to
go. i went and stood in front of the mirror like J had been doing with
one hand on the counter and the other on my y’know and my feet together.
i was starting to sweat from holding it in, and i felt my poo starting to
slide between my clenched butt cheeks so i pulled it back in real hard
one last time then spread my feet a bit and pushed for just a second. i
felt a long piece of poo slide between my butt cheeks and hit the floor
wit ha loud slap. that relieved the pressure enough i could stop for a
bit, but some of my pee leaked out so my fingers were wet and a few drops
hit the floor. i wiped my fingers on my pubes, lol.
i stepped back and looked at what i did, there was a piece like, i swear
almost a foot long folded on the floor, it was huge. i felt a little more
pee trickle out, and i didn’t want to have to worry with mopping the
whole floor cuz i peed all over the place too. was gonna pee in the
bathtub, but didn’t want to poo in it cuz i dunno how hard it’d be to
clean. so i was gonna sit on the edge. i took a couple of steps and got
hit with another wave of having to poo bad, and pooted a few times, but i
had to move the bath mat out of the way.
I bent down to pick up the bathmat, and as i did i pooted again real loud
and another long piece of poo shot out, so i froze like that as it
slapped on the floor. more pee leaked out and was running down my legs. i
set the bathmat on the toilet and lifted one foot and put it in the tub
and sort of lost balance so i reached out with my hand to catch the wall
and steady myself and as i did i took my other hand off my cat and as i
did i just started peeing and couldn’t stop. luckily the way i was
standing it was running down my leg in the bathtub, so perfect lol, i
just stood there and let go it felt so good, but i still needed to poo
some more so i brought my other foot over into the tub while i was still
peeing away and it started just flooding down both my legs, my hair on my
cat and my legs was soaked totally. i sat down on the edge of the tub and
slid back so i had my butt hanging over, and my cat was sort of pressed
down against the tub so my pee was puddling between my legs and going
down the inside of the tub. i pushed hard and pooted some more then my
poo started dropping on the floor slower than before.
finally finished and got up and turned the shower on so i could wash my
pubes off good then cleaned my butt. bathroom was a mess, lol. had to
pick up the poop with toilet paper and drop it in the toilet, then wipe
up the drops of pee i left then clean the floor good.
gonna remember this next time J is over if she wants to try this again!
-feral girl
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Car Mom
Thank you to new guy, Joshua, Mac daddy, and the anonymous posters! I’m
glad you all like my posts, and I hope to post more, as things happen.
Joshua, that’s good advise. Probably what I will do and have done in the
past is just have them leave their pants up if they’re going to poop.
This time just kind of happened and it wasn’t planned out. And as I’ve
said I’m not too worried about this car anymore so if she or anyone else
ever poops in it again its not that big a deal. Nothing really new with
me. I haven’t seen 38yo mom in a while so I haven’t yet told her about me
peeing in my car yet. Kaylee peed in it earlier today, on the way home
from the store, but that’s about it. And someone asked if Kaylee ever
tried to pee in someone elses car. She knows that she can’t just do it in
someone elses car unless they say she can and so far that has never
happened. And yes I am the one who usually drives, I suppose because I’m
the one with the toilet car!
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Echo
What do I do?
Okay, so earlier me and my younger brother went out to the mall. We were
walking around shopping when my drinks caught up with me and I really had
to pee. I held it a little bit thinking he would soon as to use the
bathroom since he’s only 9. Well, he didn’t and thirty minutes later I
was desperate. I asked him if he needed to use the restroom and he
replied “No.” I was scared to leave him alone and he refuses to go in
girl’s bathrooms so I paid for my stuff and decided to leave for home. As
I got in my car I had to hold my self to try not to pee. My brother asked
me if I had to use the bathroom and I said yes. He started giggling and
making water noises. I told him to shut up. Well about halfway home I was
actually debating on pulling over and dragging him in the bathroom
because I was really close to peeing myself. But instead I kept on
thinking I could make it. Well when I got in my neighborhood I felt the
first squirt come out and I was horrified. I started squirming bad and
holding myself and my brother looks over and says “Mommy told me big kids
don’t have accidents.” I told him they don’t and sped up and got to my
house. When I got out of my car the floodgates opened and I had an
accident right in front of my little brother. My question is, how should
I get him to keep it quiet in front of my parents (they’re really
strict)? Not only that, how do I make him understand accidents happen
while not letting him think it’s okay to just pee yourself whenever you
feel like it? I feel horrible 🙁
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Upstate Dave
Old Friends Visit Part 35
When Janet, Jill, and I left the bike shop I carried my new bike since it
was in a box. The girls carried two bags which had the other items I had
bought for my bike along with a single bag with their new sundresses.
Good thing it wasn;t a far walk to the bus stop. The bike in its box was
fairly heavy but clumsy to handle too.
WE got to the bus stop and I checked the time and the schedule. We had
just missed one! So we had a hour wait now. I asked the girls if they
were thirsty. From both Janet and Jill I got a yes answer. So I dug out
some money and I stayed at the bus stop while they went and got something
to drink. They came back about ten r so minutes later with bottles of
soda. They sat back down with me and we sipped our sodas, talked some
while we waited for the bus.
While there too at the bus stop I showed the girls the other items I had
bought from the bike shop. I had bought tow carriers fron and rear, two
small sadddle bags front and rear, a generator light set, and a milage
meter. I wanted a speedometer but they were sold out. Jill and Janet
thought the milage meter and the light set were neat. We went on doing
other talking and that passed the time which the bus did come and we got
on.
After paying the fares we all went to the very back which I reasted the
bike box up against the back seat and I and Janet sat in one seat up one
from the back seat while Jill sat directly across from Janet and I. The
bus almost took a hour to get back to Troy. We got off and now had to
wait for the bus that would take us home. Again we had a wait but only
for a half hour this time not a hour.
So we waited and talked. The bus did come and we piled on. There were
some other people that got n but we had gone to the back again and set
the bike box by the back seat and again we sat the same way in the back
like we had done on theother bus. Now we had a 45 minute ride again
before we would be home. By the time we got into the suburbs it was just
us three on the bus and the driver.
But now we had run into a problem. Janet and Jill both had to piss. I did
too but I knew that I could hold it till we did get home. I didn’t think
the two girls could though. We still had about a half hour ride yet left.
Jill was in a more desperate state then Janet. Jill was squirming hard in
her seat. She was opening and closing her legs tightly as she squirmed
around on her seat. Janet just had her legs tightly together and sitting
stiffly.
We no longer had the soda bottles which for either of the girls that
would be very hard for them to piss into. The shopping bags were paper so
they couldn’t be used. (this was before plastic ones) Then I checked my
bike parts. Sure enough the carriers both were in plastic bags so I took
one carrier out put it back in its box. Now I said I have something you
girls can use! Jill seeing the plastic bag in my hand grabbed it right
out of my hand!
It took Jill only a few short seconds to slip her shorts and panties down
and slide forward on her seat. She placed the plastic bag under her which
I could see opened widely at its top under her left thigh. Then I saew it
start filling up with yellow piss as Jill pissed right into the bag! Even
with the bus’es lound motor I could hear her piss splashing in the
plastic bag as she pissed into it.
Janet seeing that Jill was haveing no problem with the plastic bag said
to Jill; Give that bag to me when your’e done! Jill shook her head yes.
Jill pissed pretty close to twenty seconds and then she stopped. She
carefully held the bag as she one naded pulled her panties up the her
shorts. Then she handed the bag across the aisle to me.
I could feel the warmth of Jills piss through the bag when I held it as
Janet now was slideing her shorts down and then slid her panties down.
She thenlike Jill slid forward on the seat. Then she took the bag from
me. But Janet opened her thighs wide apart as she could get them. Then
she lowered the bag down with its top wide open and placed it down under
her vagina.
It took Janet a couple of seconds to start pissing in the bag. When she
did start like Jill she had a yellow colored piss stream and with Jills
piss in the bag and I being right next to her her piss splashing was
louder plus her stream hissed as it flowed. Janet after pissing for
several seconds Jill asked Janet; Areyou doing ok sis? Janet looking down
at the bag said back to Jill; Yes I am Jill. Then Janet gave me a quick
look with a smile and then looked back down at the bag and her piss
stream.
Janet wound up pissing much longer then Jill had. So the bag was about a
third full of piss when Jaet finished her piss. I took the bag from Janet
after she was done and she pulled her panties and shorts up. Now the
window was open so I told Janet to just drop the bag out the window.
Janet took the bag from me and she and I looked up towards the front of
the bus checking on the driver. He was driving not paying any attention
to us here in the back of the bus. Janet then in one quick motion lifted
the bag up and dropped it out the window.
The three of us turned right around and in a few seocnds looking out the
two large back windows of the bus we saw where the bag had landed on the
highway. There wa a big black wet spot on the highways pavement. We all
laughed hard and then turned around. Then a short time later Jill said; I
wondered what it would have looked like if one of us had shit in that bag
too! Janet said to Jill; Only you would think of that Jill. Jill laughed
hard.
We spent the remaining time on the bus just sitting and waiting to the
end of the ride. We took the bus right to the last stop at Giffords store
at the one end of my road. Got off walked up and over the hill and walked
directly into the barn. I made it and before I got into putting my new
bike together I would take a piss there in the barn. Also too it would be
just Janet and I in the barn not Jill. To be continuied.
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Leanne
Hi again everyone. Here’s the conclusion to my weekend of shopping and
using the facilities!
So I went out shopping again on Sunday and as I suspected after having
enchiladas for dinner the night before I had to do a number two while I
was out again. Soon enough I felt the rumbling in my bowels and then the
pressure that told me I needed to go. I went to the toilets and got into
a cubicle quickly. I lowered my jeans and knickers (pink today!) to my
feet and sat down. Immediately I let out a silent but wet fart and a
couple of small pieces of poo. Then the standard effect of spicy food on
my bowels began to set in, and a load of mushy poo started to come out.
It smelled really bad! There was loads of it and it took ages for it all
to come out. After that load was out I pushed out two soft logs and then
a bit more mushy stuff and I was done.
Will post again soon! Bye!
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Amylee
Food Reaction in the Ladies’ Room
I appreciate the comments on my first few posts. I’ve got more posts
about my noisy pooper boss, Leigh, and the other pooping ladies at work
if there is interest. But this post is different. I had another situation
on New Year’s Day evening (Saturday) involving my good friend Alana, who
I’ve known for many years and she is OK with me posting this. The only
way to describe Alana is beautiful. Her grandparents were Italian
immigrants which she is proud of and says jokingly that her heritage
makes her an expert on Italian food. Alana is a very petite, great
looking woman in her late 20’s, with long black hair, and dark eyes.
She’s only 5’1″ tall and might weigh 95 pounds. She takes excellent care
of herself, and runs competitively. She’s even entered marathons. And
she’s a sweetheart of a person – really a great friend. When guys see her
coming, they can’t help but stare and when they pass her, I’ve seen them
turning to look at her butt since she is usually wearing tight jeans or
stretch pants. Alana is married and her husband and my husband are also
good friends, so we all go out together a lot. For New Year’s Day we
planned to go to an excellent Italian restaurant that Alana had
suggested. Alana was looking extremely beautiful that evening. She had on
tight medium brown pants and a black sweater top. I’ve been told I’m
cute, but I’ve always envied Alana’s looks. She told us that since she
was Italian she knew where to find the best Italian food. So we took her
suggestion and arrived at the restaurant around 6:30. Alana did the
ordering for us. The food was fantastic. It was authentic with a lot of
garlic. We joked that it was good we were all eating the garlicky food so
we could stand to be around one another later on. After we ate, I noticed
Alana had gotten quiet. I privately asked her if she was OK, and she
said, “Let’s go to the ladies’ room.” We were walking to the restroom and
she told me that although she loved the food, fresh garlic would often
play havoc on her stomach, sometimes immediately. She said, “I think I’m
going to have to poo.” I said that was fine. We went into the ladies’
room. One woman was just leaving and there was no one else there. There
were 4 stalls. Alana took the far stall. She said, “I hope no one else
comes in until I’m done.” Being a shy pooper myself, I understood and
knew that Alana hated to go #2 in a public restroom. She was almost
paranoid about it, especially if she thought it was going to be a noisy
one. Alana sat down but didn’t do anything that I could hear. I asked if
she was OK. She said, “I think it’s coming.” I got out my lipstick and
touched up. Just then a woman about 40 years old came in. She took the
second stall, a couple down from Alana. She peed and sat there for a
minute. I thought she might have to poo. But I heard her tearing toilet
paper. At that time, Alana let loose with a torrent of soft, gassy, noisy
poo. I could smell it almost immediately. The other lady flushed and came
out and washed her hands. She looked at me, smiled, kind of wrinkled her
nose, glanced at Alana’s stall, and fanned her hand in front of her face.
Obviously she didn’t know I was friends with the lady in the stall. I
just smiled and continued to touch up my makeup. Alana farted loudly and
whispered, “Oh.” The lady glanced around at the stall again then went out
the door. I told Alana the lady had left. She said, “I couldn’t help it.
I had to let it go with her in here.” I said, “It’s no big deal Alana,
but you should flush.” She said, “I’m not through yet.” I said, “OK, but
it smells.” She said, “Oh, sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Is it bad?” I said,
“It’s pretty strong.” She flushed the toilet. Three other women came in,
around the ages of 20, 40, and 60. I think they were a grandmother, her
daughter, and her granddaughter. They took the open stalls. The oldest
lady very quietly said, “Whew!” obviously remarking about the smell. They
all peed. Alana let loose with another gush of diarrhea filled with loud
gas. I was embarrassed for her but I knew she couldn’t help it. The three
ladies came out and were washing their hands and glanced at me and back
at the stall where Alana was. At that moment Alana again let a
splattering fart and sighed. The oldest lady said, “Honey, are you all
right?” Alana said, “Yes. Sorry.” The lady said, “It’s OK dear. I just
wanted to make sure you were all right.” They left and I told Alana we
were alone again. She said she was done. I heard Alana wipe about 5 times
then pull up her slacks and flush. She came out to wash her hands. She
said, “I’m so embarrassed. Everyone could hear me.” I said, “No one saw
you since you were in the stall.” She said, “Yeah, but they saw you and
when we go out, they’ll know who was making all the noise since you
weren’t in the stall. And one lady was right next to me. She could see my
shoes and slacks under the stall so she’ll recognize me if she sees me.
It’s embarrassing. That may have been the most noise I’ve ever made
pooing. And in a public bathroom! Damn!” I said, “Alana, they have to
poo, too, you know.” She said, “I know but
..” We’d been in the restroom
for over 10 minutes. We went back to our table. Sure enough, at the next
table over were the 20, 40, and 60 year old women. They all looked at
Alana. Alana looked at me and whispered, “See?” The guys looked at us and
my husband asked, “What have you fine ladies been gossiping about in
there?” I said, “Oh, none of your business.” Alana’s husband looked at
her and asked, “Your stomach OK?” This embarrassed Alana and she said,
“It’s OK.” My husband looked kind of quizzical at them and Alana said,
“Fresh garlic sometimes bothers me.” My husband, who can be dense at
times, still looked like he didn’t get it. Alana’s husband looked at him
and smiled and said, “Garlic gives her the shits.” I thought Alana was
going to die. After we left the restaurant and I was alone in the car
with my husband, I told him Alana’s husband shouldn’t have embarrassed
her like that. He asked if it was true. I said, “Yes, Alana had a
horrible case of diarrhea and it was embarrassing enough doing it in a
public restroom with other ladies in there without her hubby telling
you.” He said she shouldn’t worry about it that everyone had diarrhea at
times. I saw Alana a few days later and she was still humiliated.
Apparently she and her husband had quite an argument about it. She said
she had two more episodes of diarrhea that night, one where they had to
stop on the way home at a gas station and once after she got home. She
said at the gas station the restroom was near the cashier and she had to
ask for a key. She said she was certain the guy behind the counter and
some customers heard her farting since it was so loud. She said she was
never so glad to get home. I kidded her and said, “Well, at least we know
even the finest butts have to poo and you have always had a great rear
end.” She said, “Thanks, but we won’t be having fresh garlic next time we
go to dinner.”
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Gregorio
To Car Mom
Car Mom, I’ve been reading you posts for a while now, and a question has
come up in my head as I read. Have you/do you make any attempt to keep
the back of your car fresh smelling and not obvious that it’s a toilet?
Or does it just not matter that it smells like pee to you?
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Waterboy
To bowengirl
Its not the mint in the mints that made you go so much. Most sugarfree
candy is made with Sorbitol. That is a strong laxative. Many sugarfree
candy sold in bulk (at wholesale clubs) have a warning right on the big
package stating “Caution, Sorbitol may have a laxative effect!”
Having suffered the same fate as you on many long distance car trips, I
would suggest the use of a plain water enema (2 quart, not the disposable
ones) once you arrive at your destination. Your all fixed in 30 minutes
and no cramps. Hope this helps.
Waterboy
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Ryan
Speech and Debate Accident
I do speech and debate and my dad judges. Yesterday we were at a
tournament, and he later told this story about something that happened in
one of his rounds. A girl came late because her previous round had gone
overtime due to errors the judge made. She launched into her speech,
which was a dramatic performance of some kind. About seven minutes in,
after having delivered it well to that point, she announced that she
really had to go to the bathroom and began to walk away. Moments later
she lost control of her bladder and started peeing her pants. She must
have been wearing a skirt because he said she wasn’t wearing pantyhose
when she returned from the bathroom. My dad said she could get cleaned up
and come back if she wanted to. He told the other speakers, who were all
girls in this instance that they didn’t need to tell their friends about
the incident, but they probably did anyway. She must not have had time to
go after her last round and she was clutching a bottle of water as she
walked in, so that may have contributed to her plight. I really wish I
had been there to witness this because I’ve never seen an accident since
childhood. I feel bad for the poor girl, though, as I’ve had to weigh
whether to use the restroom under similar circumstances. It seems to me
one should always air on the side of being late and using it if one is
going to be doing public speaking. I’m glad my dad handled the situation
well in terms of not being a jerk about it at least, not that I would
expect otherwise.
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E.P. Brown
To Just Jerika:
Maybe you’re having trouble taking a crap at school because you’re
stressed while in the school bathroom. If you only have a short amount of
time to crap and you feel rushed, maybe it’s causing your body to tense
up. Plus, there are probably impatient people urging you to hurry up, and
that could stress you out even more. And you had mentioned how the
toilets aren’t very comfortable for you to use because of how high they
are, and they have those faded black seats that you don’t like. All of
those factors could be coming into play and causing you to have a
difficult time. You should just try to relax and somehow distract
yourself – of course it’s easy to say, but not always easy to do.
When you were at the mall, you were probably concentrating on your
shopping and felt relaxed, so that might be why you had a much easier
time in the mall washroom. Shopping was the distraction that probably
made you temporarily forget about having to take a crap. And you were
walking around, so that may have helped get your bowels moving too. By
the way, for you to easily drop a 24 inch crap is pretty impressive. You
said you are 3ft5in tall. That crap was like 2/3 the length of your body!
lol Was it a straight, solid log, or did it coil up in the toilet? Was it
a thick one? Was it light brown or dark brown? If you don’t want to
answer those questions, that’s ok.
The last thing I can say is just try to relax if you’re trying to crap at
school. If you can’t go, then maybe you’re body is just trying to tell
you it’s not time yet, even though your mind and/or stomach might say it
is. Don’t get discouraged or frustrated. Just relax. Good luck! I hope
things get easier for you!
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Catherine
To Amylee
I have really enjoyed your posts about the office and pooping. I am a
pharmacist and work with just a few people. I have no pooping
inhibitions, but usually go before and after work, not during work.
Leigh sounds like a character. Two things come to mind: She may have IBS
(by your descriptions of her BM’s and their frequency). She is probably
aware of her BM’s and just cannot help it. She may be embarrassed, but
what can you do? When I am embarrassed I try not to show it and allow it
to affect how I relate to people, and my bowels have embarrassed me on
occasion.
Or, she could get some kind of thrill from pooping like she does. As you
say, she seems to visit when the stalls are full and her grunting – she
must be aware of that. There was a girl who used to post here that wrote
about intentionally taking fiber and laxatives and then go out in public
with the results.
This is like a soap opera. I wonder what will happen if word spreads?? 🙂
Glad that you have overcome your inhibitions and that you have a great
job! All the best!
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SportsFan
Noises from the Ladies Room
My wife and I went to a glass shop the other day to have some custom
pieces cut. We arrived at the glass shop just after lunch. They sold all
kinds of glass, from windows to car windshields to custom cuts. It was a
modern medium sized building with a showroom on the right for storm doors
and windows, and a long customer service counter on the left. Just beyond
the counter was a hallway leading to the shop and on one side was the
customer waiting area and on the other were the restrooms. My wife and I
went to the end of the counter and a young, attractive woman came up and
asked if she could help us. I showed her my patterns for the glass. She
said she would go into the shop and ask the glass cutter if he could do
the work. We waited at the counter. There was no one else around. A
minute or so after the girl went to the shop, a 40-ish woman came in from
the shop. She was attractive, with shoulder length brown hair, nicely
built in tight fitting slacks. She came behind the counter and asked if
we’d been helped. We said yes we had. She said OK and went into a private
office behind the counter. About 3 or 4 minutes later, the girl came back
in and said the glass cutter could do the work for us so she started
writing up the work order. I asked if we could get it in two days. The
other woman had just walked back out of her office and the girl said,
“Mom, they would like to have this in two days. Is that OK?” “Mom”,
apparently the manager, said it would be fine. Mom then went into the
ladies’ room, which was about 5 steps away from where we were standing at
the counter. The girl continued to fill out the paperwork. About 30
seconds later, we heard BAARRRRPPPP, BAARRRRPPP, two loud farts come from
the restroom. The girl glanced at the restroom and looked down at the
paperwork and asked us our phone number, address or something. Then
another BAARRPPPP from the ladies’ room. My wife, when something funny
happens, can’t control herself. She started to giggle. The girl turned
all colors of red and tried to continue to fill out the paperwork. We
then hear a fourth very loud BAARRPPP. My wife bit her lip and looked
down. The girl said, “I’m sorry. Excuse me a minute.” She went into the
ladies’ room. We could hear her talking in a very low voice, “Mom! We can
hear you out here!” Mom said something we couldn’t hear and the girl
said, “We can hear you farting!” Mom said something back and the girl
came back out and said, “I’m so sorry about that.” We smiled and said no
problem. She’d wrapped up the forms by now and we wanted to look at a
storm door for our house. So we browsed a bit in the showroom. A few
minutes later we saw the mom heading from the restroom to the office. The
girl looked at her and followed her to her office. I came nearer to the
counter so I could possibly hear what they said. I overheard the girl
say, “Mom, how embarrassing!” Mom said, “I’m sorry. What was I supposed
to do?” The girl said, “You could have waited until they left.” Mom said,
“No, I couldn’t. I needed to go right then.” The girl said, “You’re
saying you couldn’t have done it more quietly?” Mom said, “No, I
couldn’t. I’d needed to go since lunch and was in a meeting in the back
with the guys. My stomach was hurting.” We decided it was time to leave.
I went back in two days to pick up my glass. Mom waited on me. It was all
I could do to not laugh.
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End Stall Em
Answers for those troubled about crapping at school
There seems to be a lot of posts from those of us still in school and how
troublesome it is for many of us to eliminate our bowels at school.
Several of these ideas I’ve talked about in my stories during the past
year of so, but I admit that I don’t particularly like crapping at
school. However, it’s a reality and I know that I have to make the best
of it.
Also, I appreciate the recent posts by Kalee and Vincene about how the
bathrooms are must better and easier to use in college and also where
they work. Why school bathrooms have to suck so bad I just don’t
understand.
1. I always take the an end stall. Sometimes I’ve even had to wait for it
to open, but it’s worth it to me. I just like the privacy and since it
doesn’t receive as much use, it’s cleaner and more often our not, there’s
toilet paper for wiping.
2. I like to sit comfortably. That means I will walk extra distance and
even go to a toilet on one of the upper levels of my school. The ones on
the first floor and downstairs by the cafeteria are so heavily used,
abused and gross. Urrrggghhh! The new wing of our building is my favorite
because the seats are more comfortable and the room is better lit. The
new seats are white and don’t have the several cigarette burns on them
that have accumulated over a number of years. Also, the white seats
aren’t cracked or so loose that you have to worry about you’re butt
suddenly falling into the bowl. The privacy doors are different in that
they are much tighter. The sinks work better with lots of hot water and
soap available.
3. I crap most every day at school. I didn’t when I started as a freshman
but now as a sophomore I realize how foolish it is to try and hold my
crap in until I get home. I like going during study hall because I get
more privacy, don’t feel as rushed, and I’m not missing any important
notes in class. Also, there’s a couple of immature boys in one of my
classes that point at the girls when they go up to the teacher’s desk for
a hall pass, because they know we’re going to the bathroom. Once last
week I went during a class when we had a substitute because we weren’t
really doing that much.
4. I wear loose-fitting dresses a lot. I like the way they give me more
privacy when I seat myself on the toilet. Especially when I take a fast
piss between classes, there’s always one of two eyes peeking in on me.
When I’m wearing jeans, I never pull them or my underwear too far from
the toilet seat and never lower than the middle of my thighs. Sometimes
when I see eyes in the door crack, I’ll say that I’m pissing and it won’t
be long. That seems to get them to back off.
5. I’m also very polite with my teachers and study hall procters. When I
put the pass back on their desk, I thank them for having let me go. I
also wait for able 15 minutes into the period before I approach them
because attendance has been taken and they are less stressed then. With
the substitutes, it’s nice if you can turn your work in when you ask for
permission to go. At least it works for me.
6. As I’ve become more confident in crapping at school, sometimes I’ve
also gone in after school and crapped before I begin my walk home. The
bathrooms aren’t crowded then and I’m not going to be that rushed. The
downside is that even in the new wing of the building, the stench is bad
and the toilets sometimes are clogged.
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Stan
Post Title (optional)Carol
Carol
when you wrote
I often use the public toilets in the town where I live love to have
ladies either side of me doing number 2’s at the same time as me.
please give full details – are the accoustics good – can you hear the
plops clearly ?
do you splash your bum sometimes when you drop one ?
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Ciara
So, I’ve been lurking on this website for a long time, and now it’s time
that I actually post some stories on here. Anyway, a few days ago, I was
in my room, getting ready for school when all of a sudden, I felt a
really huge urge to poo. Unfortunately for me, my mom was in the upstairs
bathroom showering and my 15-year-old brother was blowing up the
downstairs bathroom. It took me a lot of power to keep from shitting
myself right then and there. About 15 minutes later, my mom came out of
the bathroom. By that time, I really had to go, so as soon as my mom came
out of the bathroom, I grabbed the latest edition of Seventeen Magazine
and practically ran inside and slammed the door behind me. As soon as my
butt hit the toilet seat, poo hot like lava started flowing out of me.
For the next 30 minutes, I read my magazine while I dropped nuclear bombs
into the toilet,straining occasionally. By the time I was done, I had
finished reading the entire magazine, and I felt a huge relief with all
the nuclear bombs out of me. As I looked at my finished product, I saw
that I had dropped at least 7 long turds and some messy poo.
S/N: I will keep posting more stories. Some will be fictional, some will
not. The story above is a true story, by the way. Oh, and does anyone
else besides me get turned on by girls pooping on the toilet, the
grunting sounds they make, and the plopping noises?
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Jasmin K
Difficult poos
Just thought I would respond to a couple of posts
Abbie, Have you managed to poo after school?
New Guy, Thanks for your advice but I wont be changing my diet as its
really not that bad. I dont have as many problems going poo as I used to.
listening Ear
You mentioned about people squatting or raising their feet up so they
were in more of a squatting position. When I was young and got
constipated I would often do it in my knickers as it was easier to do if
I squatted down rather than sit on the toilet. Blush and still sometimes
do..
My older sister would often put a pair of high heels on when she was on
the toilet, I asked her why she did this and she said it made her able to
push down harder.
I was having a lot of constipation problems when I was 10ish I tried
using a pair of her boots which did help. I still do this when I get
constipated. I suppose the height of the heels raises your legs up.
I am curious to know if any one else does this.
The last few days Ive only been doing a few pebbles each evening but this
evening I did a huge hard poo.As I was still a bit sore from yesterdays
toilet session I put some cream on and up into my bum using my index
finger. I relaxed on the toilet for a couple of minutes and then started
to push/strain a little. Nothing came afetr 10 minutes but I could feel
there was a lot to come out so I strained much harder and after a few
minutes I did several pebbles and I knew there was more to get out. I sat
there straining I could feel I was pushing against a large log. I had
pulled my Knickers down as far as my thighs. This holds my legs together
as I find I can strain harder. I also reached round behind and whilst
parting and pulling on my bum cheeks I am able to pull my bum hole open
and push hard against my pulling.As I strained I could feel my bum hole
swelling but no poo. I kept doing this for about 10 minutes and
eventually I could feel that my swollen bum was stretching more and I
knew my poo was coming. A thick lumpy turd started to protrude. Each time
I stopped straining it went back in.I decided to change from this leaning
forward position to a more upright one. I completely removed my Knickers
and re positioned my self on the seat so my cheeks were firmly apart and
I sat more upright and strained as hard as i could. After a further 20
minutes of this the turd was in the toilet. I rested for a couple of
minutes then started to strain again and with each strain produced some
more pebbles, continuing straining I produced some softer poo as well. I
cleaned up and noticed how sore I was so I put some more of my cream on
and in my bum hole.
Feeling much relieved I put my knickers back on pulled my skirt down and
went out to meet some friends.
Jasmin.
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K’
Regarding sugar free mints
Bowengirl
The reason the sugar free mints caused your bowels to loosen is because
of the ingredients malitol and sorbitol. These are chemical sweeteners
that the body cannot break down or absorb and as a result, cause you to
have looser poops. But heck yes they are good for in a pinch laxatives!
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Bowengirl
Sundry post
Hey everyone.
Okay, I don’t have anything interesting to post, so I’ll post this: In
Friends (The show), out of the main six characters, Phoebe is the only
one who’s never seen desperate to pee. Do with that information what you
will.
I’ll have something more fun soon, I promise.
Love
-Bowengirl
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Leanne
Hi everyone! Just a quick post today to tell you about my poos today. I
drove to the shopping centre to see if I could take advantage of any
sales on. I soon had to go for a number 2. I made my way to the toilets
and joined the short queue for them. Soon enough I was one of the six
women occupying one of the cubicles. I lowered my jeans and white
knickers and sat down on the seat that was still warm from the previous
occupant. I had my wee first and ended up releasing a long but soft fart
that was quite embarrassing! Once I was a bit more comfortable I got
settled in for my poo. I started things off with a push that released my
first turd easily. This opened up the floodgates and over the next two
minutes three more logs came out. They made embarrassingly loud plops and
in the middle of them I farted again. I could hear noises from some of
the other women but none of them seemed to be as loud as mine!
After these solid logs came a squirt of mushy stuff and then a bit of
soft-serve ice cream style poo that felt great coming out. With a final
couple of tiny pieces I was done, for now. I wiped four times and flushed.
I had a sandwich and a drink from Subway for lunch and then a cookie. A
while later I got a sudden urge for another poo. It came on hard and
fast, so I had to quickly make my way to the same toilets I’d used
earlier. It was a sudden urge that made me quite desperate quite quickly.
There were two free cubicles, so I took the nearest one as I entered. I
pulled down my jeans and knickers for the second time in the afternoon
and sat. Two medium-sized logs slid easily out and I was done.
I intend to go shopping again tomorrow, and having had enchiladas for
dinner tonight I expect I will need to use the facilities while I’m out
again, so I’ll report back tomorrow night. Bye for now everyone!
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new guy
To: Emma I bet you felt alot better after that dump and please contiue to
post more great stories thanks.
To: Justjerika another great story please contiue to post more of them
thanks.
To: Amylee another great post from the ladies room at your work I look
forward to your next post thanks.
Well thats all for now
Sincerly new guy
PS. I love this site
To: Upstate Dave another great story about you and your friends please
keep them coming thanks.
To: Carol great story about the ladies room at your work please post more
like that thanks.
To: Bowengirl another great story about the I think they contain an
ingredient called sorbitol or something like that and please contiue to
post more great stories thanks.
Im typing this on my psp right now so I might have submit muiltible post
because can only do one paragraph at time so that means i’ll have to do
multiple parts.
To: Car Mom another great story please keep them coming thanks.
To: Migraine Lover thats one of the univeres greatest mysteries.
To: Wendy & Kristy Wendy your boss should have let you go sooner that way
you wouldnt have had an accident please keep the stories coming thanks.
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Mac
For Bowengirl
It’s not the mint in the mints that makes you poo. There is an artificial
sweetener called aspartame – it’s widely used, especially in
reduced-sugar food and drink. What they don’t tell you is that it’s a
quite potent laxative.
My wife has a series of medical problems; one of them is sinusitis. For
this she takes paracetamol-based medication, which makes her very
constipated – but she finds that reduced-sugar sweets with aspartame make
it rather easier for her to go.
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Desperate to poop
old desperation story at a public toilets
This was another old story I remember.
I had been out walking, a 5 mile that took in countryside and villages.
on my way back I felt the need for a pooh and a pee. I knew the village
quite well and knew there was a public toilet not far away. When I got
there, the single toilet was engaged and a lady in her 30’s was waiting
very impatiently.
She was wriggling about holding her bum from time to time. After a few
minutes she asked “Lisa are you done yet I’m bursting”. Lisa replied
“sorry I’ve still got diarreoh”. You could smell the diarreoh in the air
and she was definitely going strong with loud waves of it.
I waited patiently, my need wasn’t desperate yet, but the girl in front
of me was seriously desperate! She was jiggling up and down. She
apologised to me and said she might be a while. “I said don’t worry when
you gotta go, you gotta go!”
In the stall the girl was still having bad diarreoh and I really felt for
her. I was now getting a little desperate but could hold it. I wasn’t
planning to go anywhere and I was intrigued to stay here to see what
unravelled.
We had now been waiting ten minutes and Sandy (that was her name) was
getting more and more desperate. She was holding her ???? and bum very
desperately. She pleaded for lisa to hurry up. Lisa seemed to be geting
empty and we heard her starting to wipe. It took her a while but finally
she flushed and came out as Sandy rushed in. I heard her slam the door
then she ripped her shorts down before hurriedly sitting down and
unloading with a huge sigh relief as a large log came flying out. “Oh god
she panted in relief”. A huge log came flying out
I was now getting a little more desperate as I waited for Sandy to
finish. I rubbed my ???? a little and did a small pooh dance.
Sandy was in for a little while as she had a good clear out, finally I
heard start to wipe, she came out apologising for the wait and that it
seemed to be clogged. I said no worries and went in to do my business.
I was pretty relieved to finally get in (I had been waiting 25 mins). I
took my shorts and knickers down and enjoyed a nice long pooop. It wasn’t
diarreoh but was a little soft and the relief at getting it out was
immense. Overall an awesome experience at hearing two others desperately
pooping
Happy pooping all.
xx
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Kate
Hi, sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I’ve been really busy.
Car Mom, I don’t recall you telling us about someone pooping in your car.
Please can you elaborate?
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Sunday, January 9, 2011
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Keith D
I’ve been having trouble pooping again lately. I have been travelling and
don’t often get the chance to go poop when I get the urge. Then when I do
get a chance to go and sit for a while the urge is gone. I have made a
point of going and sitting anyway just to try and get something out but
all I get are a few dry airy farts and a numb butt from sitting on a hard
seat for two long.
PS Linda from Australia congrats on having such a great winning streak
for a long time. Two good drops a day is amazing!
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Piece of onion in my wet fart
I’ve just had another wet fart since I pood myself (which I have recently
posted about) and at first I thought it was just some runny poo that
leaked into my panties due to the warm sensation I felt between my
bumcheeks. I went into the toilet pulled my jeans and white panties down
and was surprised at what I saw as there was a piece of onion from the
chicken pesto I had eaten yesterday. It was lying in the seat of my pants
covered with a little bit of runny poo. It was virtually flat but was
about 2cm long and 1cm wide, I picked it up and dropped it into the
toilet and started to wiped my bum which took six pieces of toilet paper
to get clean. As I had leaked some runny poo into my panties I needed to
clean them so I emptied the remaining poo into the toilet and flushed. I
then put my stained pants in the wash and grabbed some clean underwear.
Has anyone else ever had a wet fart and thought it was just poo that came
out but it turned out to be a little bit of undigested food?
Abbie: It must be really frustrating for you not to be able to poo when
the need comes due to you not having enough time. I like to spend time on
the toilet, let it come out on its own and enjoy my poo because there
isn’t a much better felling than having a poo
Wendy (Kirsty’s girlfriend) and Kirsty (Wendy’s girlfriend): I love the
detail you put into your posts especially when you are or someone else it
so desperate for a poo you have either had a near miss or pood yourself.
As I have read some of the previous posts I’m aware of many liking to be
so desperate for a poo your almost pooing yourself. I am exactly the same
and just love the feeling of relieving myself especially when I’m in a
desperate need.
This morning I was desperate for a poo as I had been holding it in since
Wednesday which considering I go almost every day is ages for me. Whilst
I was having my breakfast I was letting out long loud farts which smelt
of stale poo. After I had my breakfast I was about to go to the toilet
when I remembered I needed to get something from the local shops which
being less than five minutes away from my house I thought I could get
what I was looking for and be back in time for a nice long, relaxing poo.
As I was walking down to the shops I let out another stale fart and the
need for a poo grew stronger as I was getting closer to the shops. As
soon as I entered Co-op I headed straight to the isle and grabbed the
item, then waited in the queue. Whilst I was being served the need for a
poo grew stronger and the thought of pooing myself entered my mind and
wondered if I was going to make it home in time, I also thought about the
women serving me and whether she knew how desperate I was. After I had
paid I was heading towards the door when I let out a silent fart and felt
as well as hearing the crackling of the tip of my poo poking out of my
bum and rubbing against my pants so I knew they were going to be stained,
I managed to hold it there for a minute whilst I was still walking but
the overwhelming urge to poo forced my bumhole open and with about two
minutes left of my walk to my house but more importantly the toilet my
bowels gave in and opened my bumhole against my will leaving the rest of
my solid poo to crackle out into my pants causing the hot and sticky poo
to squelch between my bumcheeks. Words can’t describe how relieving it
was and I knew it was going to take a lot of time to clean up but it was
well worth the trouble. When the final part of poo came out I was within
thirty seconds of my house but with every step causing the huge sticky
poo to rub against my bum it felt more like a minute. As I walked up the
path to my house I felt the need to fart and as I had already pood myself
I let rip whilst I was opening the door, unfortunately it was a wet one
but that didn’t matter. Once I had opened the door I realised nobody was
in so I rushed upstairs squashing the poo even more and went straight
into the bathroom. I pulled my jeans and pants down and saw a huge pile
of squished poo lying in the seat of my pants with some of the sweetcorn
from a dinner I had eaten a couple of days earlier. I emptied the poo
into the toilet and it took two flushes to go down and this was before I
had even wiped my bum which took about ten sheets of toilet paper just to
get reasonably clean. Once I had wiped my bum and flushed the toilet
paper I had a shower to get fully clean. As my pants weren’t too badly
stained I washed them. It is now the evening of the day of my accident
and looking back it has probably been one of the best poos I have ever
had, I have also been having more wet farts for the remainder of the day.
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Upstate Dave
Old Friends Visit Part 41
Janet and I made another big breakfast for ourselves. We had pancakes
with strawberries. We aslo had a side of suasage patties and we made sure
we had a lot to drink which we had oj. I made the pancakes extra large in
size and both of us ate ill we were really full. We both had 4 glasses of
oj too. Then we cleaned up the kitchen and went outside siting at the
picnic table and relaxed and waited to see if either one of us was going
to need to shit.
As we sat there at the picnic table Janet and I talked about takeing a
shit outside. Janet wanted to go someplace new. This was tough for she,
Jill, and I had used manyplaces outside already. The ponds, behind the
barn, behind the big tree over on the other side of the house in the
corner of the back yard. Plus over outside of the chicken coop door way
too. I was pretty hard pressed to think of a new place outside to go.
Then after a short time I did think of a place where we could shit that
would be new. I said to Janet; How bout on the chicken coops roof Janet?
Its easy enough to get up on to. Janet smiled and said that would be ok.
In fact we better head over there now! I know that I need right now is to
piss! I can also feel that needing to shit is building up too!
I smiled and we both got up from the picnic table together. We then sort
of a quick pace walked over to the chicken coop. I stopped by its door.
Janet let me get the roll of toilet paper in the coop. So yanked the door
open stepped inside and grabbed the roll of toilet paper. I came back out
and shoved the door shut. Then she and I stepped around to the back side
of the chcken coop together.
I helped Janet get up on the old stone wall of the chicken coop and she
climbed up on its roof. I did the same. Now the chicken coops roof was
divided in two sections. We were on the back section which was the lower
roof. The front section of the chicken coop was higher and so was its
roof about being three feet higher. Janet went right over to the short
wall of the higher section of the coop. I followed her.
Janet climbed up on the other roof turned around and she sat down onits
edge with her legs dangling down. Hey this isn’t to bad up here Janet
said to me. Nice place to sit or lay and get a tan! Janet was right on
this for the roof had no shade and was in the sun. Then Janet said to me;
Hand me the toilet paper. So I did. Thanks she said to me and set the
roll down beside her.
Then Janet slid her long tshirt out from inder her ass and she laid right
down! What are you doing Janet? I asked her. Oh I’m going to pee and poop
like a baby! janet said to me giggling very hard. You better stand back
or off to the side so I won’t pee on you! Janet warned me. So I did step
back a step and over one step too just to make sure. Janet placed her
arms under her head to be more comfortible and we now waited for her to
piss and shit.
Nothing happened at first. Janet still had her legs dangling down so she
now rased them up placing her sndles she was wearing on the roofs front
edge and slightly moved forward with her asscheeks just over the roofs
front edge. Janet said to me; That’s better. I think I can go now. Again
we waited. Still several more moments went by again nothing happening.
Janet wiggled her ass again sliding it back slightly like she had it
before. Then a few secconds more waiting Janet did start to piss and she
farted! Two good sighns! I thought to myslef. Janets piss started off by
justa short upward arc which came right down on the lower roof and
started running over the roof. Her pis stream got harder which made a
higher arc, came down on the lower roof harder which made t now splash
and run faster over the roof. I made quick turn to see if her piss had
run to the roofs edge and gone over it. It had so I turned back and
watched Janet piss with a second fart as she pissed.
Now at this tme Janet was pissing hard enough so that her piss streams
arc was three feet high which with her laying down she could see it
easily. Janet giggled a little watching her own piss stream. Then whetI
did was hop up on the roof backwards so I now sat next to her on the edge
of the roof which I had a better view doing this. I could see her whole
stream and her piss running over the roof to its edge and going over it.
Then a few seconds later Janets pis stream just dropped. She dribbled
just a little wetting her vagina, under it, and her asshole. Then Janet
let out a soft pffffting fart and her asshole domed open. I saw a brown
soft looking shit poke out from her asshole and it was moving pretty
quickly as it came out. It wa on the fat side too. As it got longer it
slowly bent towards her body which was a sighn it was soft but yet still
firm enough to bend but not break.
As her brown shit got longer it now had bent enough so that it was
skidding on her skin of her very lower part of her ass. Plus too Janet
againdribbled piss from her vagina as she shit. Then after having her
shit reach almost 8 inches it fell away with her asshole closing up. Her
shit hit the lower roof with a thump and stayed there. I saw Janets
asshole dome again and a seond shit started comming out from it.
Janets second shit was the same brown color and it came out faster then
the first. Getting six inches long in no time it seemed. It then fell to
the lower roof aking another thud. Janets asshole opened right up again
and a third brown shit started comming out from it but this one was
thinner and faster!
This shit fell away in mere seconds making no noise when it hit one of
her shits already down on the lwer roof. Janet still was dribbling piss
from her vagina. That was makeing a pattering noise on the roof below. I
couldn’t believe it! Janets asshole opened again with a nother shit
sliding real fast from it. This time Janet ddi three short four five
inchers in a row and then she was done shiting. I looked down and she had
a good pile of shit laying there on the lower roof. Janet then had her
dribbling piss change into a very short weak stream and then she came to
a dripping stop.
Janet now sat up leanedforward and took a look down at the lower roof.
Boy did I shit a lot! Janet said laughing. I did a lot too! Then Janet
laid back down on the roof. Then she said to me; You want to wipe the
babies ass? I looked at her and then her ass. It was a mess for there was
skidmarks and dingleberries that had to be taken care off. I said to
Janet. No this time you have to take care of yourself. Janet smiled and
siad ok and reached for the roll of toilet paper.
Janet rolled off a wad from te roll and tore it off. She reached down and
sheplaced the toilet paper way down on her ass and gave a short upward
wipe and pulled the paper away. She checked it. She and I both saw the
toilet paper wassmeareded with a lot of shit. Janet sat up and tossed the
paper down on the lower roof. Then she rolled off a second wad of paper
from the roll. Janet laid back down and wiped herself a second time with
the same results. Heavily smeared shit on the paper again.
Janet sat up again. But she said to me after siting up; I better get up
for this wipe. So Janetgot up turned around and squated back down. Then
she wiped her ass again which when she checked the paperit wasn;t so
heavily smeared with shit. She dropped the paper down on te lower roof
and ripped off one more wad from the roll. Janet wiped again. Did a quick
check of the paper. Refolded it and she wiped her vagina off this
time.Then she stood up turned around and dropped the last wad of paper
down on the other roof.
Come on lets move down! Janet said to me. Janet had good cuase to say
this. Her shit was now bakeing in the sun and it really stunk bad! So we
moved down the roof a good eight feet which we could not smell her shit
now. Then Janet said to me; Dave will you go the same way? I smiled and
said back to Janet; Why not! So I slipped my boxers right down and took
them right off.
I sat down first and then like whatJanet had done I laid right out on the
roof with my feet on its front edge and my ass hanging just a little over
the edge of the roof too. I had one different problem though that Janet
couldn’t have. My penis was erect and laying straight back pressed into
my lower belly! Janet giggled hard when I slipped my one arm out from
under my head and reached down and pulled myerect penis up till where I
did have it just slightly angled foward. I made her giggle harder when I
said to her; Now I won’t piss on myslef!
I like Janet started pissing first. But not weakly! My stream came out
hard and thin. It made a long very high arc in the air. It came down on
the lower roof somewher for since I was laying down I couldn’t see where
it had. Janet giggling let me know that I was about a foot from the roofs
edge. I smiled. I not like Janet I took my entire piss before I would
shit. So Janet got a nice very long piss to watch.
My stream eased which made its arc shorthen and fall. I stopped and I
didn’t do any spurts to finish off with this time. I let my penis go
which it slapped back into my lower belly which Janet let out a little
giggle. I placed my arm back under my head and got ready now to take my
shit which I could feel that it was comming on right then.
I felt my asshoe being stretched open as my shit pressed against it. It
felt like it was open pretty wide to me too. I could feel my shit
slideing out also. It felt too thatit was moving quickly. Janet let me
know too what was happening. She likeI had done was siting next to
meleaning slightly foward. Dave you have a fat dark tan smooth one
comming out! Besides feeling my shit I could also hear it for there was a
soft crackling as it came ot and there were short pfffts as it came out
too.
Severla seconds passed and Janet now said to me loudly; Your’e going to
have a messy ass too! That’s all I wanted to hear right now! I thought to
myslef. I heard a good thud but could feel that I was still shiting. My
shit must have broken off. Janet then told me it had. I felt my shit
sliding along for several more seconds and then there was another thud.
My shit broke a second time. Then I shit for a few more seconds and there
was a thud again andmy asshole I felt closed up. I was done.
Now Janet grabbed the roll of toilet paper. What she did next was funny!
Instaed of handing me the roll she slipped it on over my penis putting it
inside the cardboard tube! She bagan to laugh. I made her laugh even
harder when with the toiet aper roll having my penis inside the cardboard
tube I made my erect pensi bounce upward jerkng te toilet paper roll up
with it! I did it a few times ina row and then I slid it off.
Janet didn’t stop her hard laughter till after I had torn off a wad and
given my ass its first wipe with it. It was smeared with shit. I wasn’t
going to fool around like Janet had done by wipeing her ass laying down a
few times. I got right up tossed the paper down on the lower roof and
then I tore off a second wad sqauted and gave my ass a good second wipe.
I felt after the second wipe that I gotit all. I tossed that wad down on
the other roof too. ThenI picked up my boxers and slipped them back on.
Just like after Jill was done we moved further down the roof to get away
from my stinky shit! It smelled just as bad as hers did or even worse! We
didn’t climb off the roof either. We jumped off and we ran partway bak
towards the house. Then we walked the erst of the way and went inside. We
grabbed glasses filled them with ice water and sat down at the kitchen
table. As we drank the water we laughed and talked about our shiting on
te chicken coops roof. To be continuied.
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