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Alyssa
My Twin Sister Pooping!
Hey everyone! It’s Alyssa again,. I’m sorry I didn’t write my 2nd story
until now! I got busy. Here it is:
When my twin sister Kathryn and I were about 16 we went camping with our
parents in the summer. We got up early and ate breakfast (chocolate chip
waffles) and finished packing our stuff.
Right before we were getting ready to leave Kathryn farted loudly and
whispered to me (we are best friends) that she had to poop and piss and
to come with her.
We walked into the bathroom together and closed (and locked) the door
behind us and she told me “I want you to watch me poop!” “Uhh why?” I
asked with a giggle. “For the hell of it!” she answered and shrugged
“Okay” I said with a laugh. We’d seen eachother poop and pee many times.
She turns the fan on and came back to the toilet, undid her belt and
button on her shorts, pull them down followed by her thong then she sat
down on the toilet.
Right away she began peeing. I saw a strong applejuice colored (sorry
lol) stream of pee being released from my sister’s vagina. It went strong
for about 8 seconds then it slowed right down, dribbled and then stopped.
Then she let out one of thoughs silent but deadly farts and said with a
smile “get ready! I’m starting to poop!” “I’m ready!” I responded with a
giggle “I want you to describe my poop to me as it comes out k Aly?” she
asked me “K. Now focus on pooping Kate.” I answered with a laugh. “Okay
okay!” she responded sounding annoyed.
When I looked at her asshole I saw a big turtle head tip sticking out of
her. But I couldn’t tell what color it was yet. “I can see it! I see it’s
turtle head tip sticking out!” I said with excitement “Really!? What
color is it!?” she responded with a big smile “I can’t tell yet. Maybe if
you push a little I’ll be able to” I said “Okay.” she nodded.
So she took a breath and gave a somewhat big push and a little grunt and
I saw the turtle head tip grow into a light brown 2 inch long 2 inch wide
log “there we go! It’s light brown, about 2 inches long, 2 inches wide
and very smooth looking!” I informed her “It FEELS very smooth!” she
announced “Alright now focus on pooping cause we kinda gotta hurry up.” I
told her (she loses focus easy) “Okay” she responded.
Then she took another breath, grunted and gave a big push. As soon as she
pushed the log started growing and got wider! It got to be about 5 inches
long and about 3 inches wide and stretched her asshole a lot. When I told
her this she got a big smile on her face, lifted up her ass and looked at
her poop! “Ohmygosh! No wonder my ass is numb!” she said laughing. I
didn’t say anything, I just laughed.
Then Kathryn gave another big push and her log grew about 3 inches making
the entire log about 8 inches so far! Then when she gave another small
push we both heard a loud PLOP! “Wait what? It’s still there!” said
Kathryn sounding (and looking) confused. Then
when she lifted up her ass we both saw a 4 inch turd sticking out of her
ass and the rest in the toilet. “That explains it!” she said. So she sat
back down, held on tight to the toilet seat and gave a big push and I saw
the broken half slide a little then I heard a PLOP! Meaning it fell out
of her asshole and into the toilet “That felt sooo good!” said Kathryn
with a very relaxed sound in her voice.
Then we both heard a loud crackle. When Kathryn lifted up her ass I saw a
fat turd sticking half way out of her ass. “I see a turd! It’s about 2
inches wide, has a roundish tip, is dark brown, kind smooth looking and
cracked!” I announced.
She smiled then gave a HUGE push and I saw (and she felt) that turd FLY
out of her asshole and into the toilet and right away followed by 3 more
turds and 1 little chunk of poop. She peed a tiny bit, wiped took care of
everything else then flushed. It took 2 flushes but it all went down good.
Then left we left the bathroom and turned the fan off.
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Maggie
A Crappy Memory
Hi, I’m Maggie. I’m 24 years old, long brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin.
i found this site tonight after recently having an experience that was
reminiscent of a defining event from my childhood. First I’ll tell you
about that…
I was in 6th grade. I was 12. It was the beginning of the year and i was
brand new to junior high. It was SO different than what i was used to, a
small elementary school where you spent basically the entire day in one
classroom, which had bathrooms attached. Now i was in an enormous
building where you had to rush from room to room and the bathrooms were
multi stall mad houses with girls from all grades rushing to get in and
out and to class. It was very, very intense. My elementary school did
NOTHING to prepare kids for that kind of school life. I was used to being
in one place with a single person bathroom available at all times right
there. so i found this new bathroom situation quite difficult to adapt
to. For instance i had to learn very quickly how to hold my bladder
longer. All the years of being able to step into the little girls room at
the first sign of an urge were gone. Now i needed to wait til between
classes, hope there was a bathroom on the way to my next class, and pray
there would be an open stall when i got there. See, there wasn’t enough
time between classes to go out of your way to find a bathroom, it had to
be on the way. And if you had to wait for a stall, forget it. No time. So
careful bathroom planning was imperative. I built up my bladder control
fairly quickly, and despite a few extremely desperate situations early in
the year where i was practically in tears over how badly i needed to pee,
i managed to avoid wetting myself. Then, something terrible happened.
I had a really tough spot in my day where for 3 straight classes there
was no bathroom on the way from one class to the next. I had to make
absolutely sure i hit the little girl’s room before that stretch of
classes each day. But one particular day i had a huge dilemma- i felt the
unmistakable build up down below of an impending need to go poop. I felt
anxious the second i realized i had to go. It was my first time having to
go poop at school the whole year, and i didn’t know what to do about it.
The breaks between class were too short as it is to do that between, but
i wasn’t even gonna be passing a bathroom for 3 periods… i was in deep
trouble.
So, to get to the point…. i didn’t make it through 3 classes. I didn’t
make it through 2, for that matter. Halfway through the 2nd class in that
agonizing stretch, my incredible need to poop got the better of me, and
before i knew it i was sitting right smack in the middle of social
studies class…pooping in my underwear. It came out slowly and quietly,
and it felt fairly solid. It was a warm, clay like substance that just
pushed its way out, flattening in my flowered yellow panties and knee
length jean shorts between my butt and my desk chair. In an instant i
felt my face burn hot with redness, and my vision blurred as tears welled
up in my eyes. My ears even began ringing from the shock. I had no idea
what to do besides just sit there with a big warm squishy poop bulge in
my shorts. The teacher carried on with the lecture, oblivious to my
humiliating ordeal, but soon others would become aware. After about a
minute (that felt like 20 minutes) of sitting with a mess in my shorts, a
boy mumbled “ugh what smells???” I felt my face burn hotter, and i had to
look around as everyone else looked at eachother with looks of disgust
and confusion, as we all tried to identify the culprit. Kids said things
like “who farted?” And a few giggled, as the teacher raised her voice to
try and regain order. Well my face must’ve been a dead giveaway, because
that’s when the girl sitting one seat ahead of me and one row to my right
stared right in my face and just said “Maggie, did you poop your
pants?”….i wanted to die. I felt 2 inches tall. I don’t even know what
i said, i just remember bursting into tears and sobbing my way out of the
room. To add insult to injury, i had NO idea where the nurse’s office
was, so i wandered aimlessly around the hallways of my enormous junior
high school with a poop bulge in the back of my shorts, crying my eyes
out for like 10 minutes before a 9th grade teacher (whom i would have for
english class eventually) escorted me to the nurse. Of course i had to
call and have my mom leave work to come get me… and the nurse made me
take off my dirty underwear in the bathroom and clean myself up, and then
i had to wait in the nurse’s waiting room wearing a paper gown with my
soiled shorts and undies in a plastic bag. My mom was as devastated as
me… so anyway, that moment will forever live with me. Pooping your
pants at school at age 12…not many comparable traumatic social
experiences, especially for a girl. As I’m sure you can imagine, i was
pretty much identified by classmates who didn’t know me very well as
“that girl that pooped her pants in social studies in 6th grade” for the
rest of my schooling years.
I’m 24 now as i mentioned previously. And well, i had a bit of an
incident this past Thursday night that brought the memories of that
fateful day when i was 12 rushing right back, vividly. Yep, you guessed
it. Pooped my pants again. This time it was far less dramatic however. In
fact, i was alone, so it wound up not being a very big deal… just a
very strange thing to experience as an adult and had me feeling kind of
shameful and confused for a few hours, but mostly just made me think
about my 6th grade accident a lot. There isn’t much to it, i just needed
to go really bad, i was driving in heavy traffic, and eventually i pooped
my panties pretty bad in the car…i just couldn’t hold it. It was
somewhat loose and moist but not diarrhea. Just bad enough to really
spread around and mess up my panties and jeans pretty good. I felt more
annoyed than anything..because i mean there was nothing i could’ve done
about it. The only alternative was getting out and pooping on the road
with lots of cars around, so i pretty much had to go in my pants. It
definitely wasn’t as bad as what happened when i was 12. But it still
sucks to poop in your pants as an adult, that’s for sure! Cleanup was a
pain, i had white underwear on of course…so they’re no good anymore.
So that’s my story. I hope you enjoyed reading it because it took a lot
for me to decide to tell it. And writing it out, it occurred to me. I
pooped myself obviously as a baby. Then i pooped myself aged 12…and now
again aged 24. So, I’ll be back when I’m 36 to tell you how and why i
pooped my pants THEN, lol.
-Maggie
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Gopi (Just Jerika’s friend)
Responses to several requests
My best friend Just Jerika has written about some of the places we’ve
visited and things we’ve done together. We’ve been friends since my
parents moved to the U.S. from India a few years ago. We are in many of
the same classes at school and we do a lot together, but I’m not the
writer she is. However, I have responses to several recent postings.
To confused:
Jerika and I share bathrooms a lot. This is both at our homes and when
we’re in public places. Your question is what is it like to have two
girls in the bathroom together at places like Starbucks. She’s written
about some of these situations, but basically we pee or sometimes crap
(she craps more in public than me; I guess my Mom taught me to regulate
myself better so I go before I leave home) together. In one-toilet
bathrooms like at gas stations sometimes we fake argue over who gets to
use the toilet first. That’s because it takes her longer than me because
she’s so awkward sitting on the toilet because of her small size, her
feet don’t touch the floor. As for me, I just line the seat (unlike her),
sit myself down, and I’m done in less than 2 minutes. Also, by putting
the paper down, I make sure I have wiping paper before I seat myself.
Jerika has written about several times when she has crapped and found
there is no toilet paper on the holder. Sometimes we will also warm up if
we’ve been sledding or use paper towels to wipe the sweat off us if we’ve
been biking. Once we stayed in a park toilet building for a few minutes
to lose some grade school boys who were throwing snow balls at us.
To Kalee:
I like your survey. Here are my answers.
1) Would a 5-minute daily no questions asked pass help you? No. I don’t
have to use the bathroom at school every day. Most of my teachers are
pretty nice. I rarely have to crap because I do that at home before I
leave for school. I mostly do my pees at lunch or on breaks between
classes.
2) What if hourly custodial cleanings of bathrooms were done and posted
such as in hotels & business bathrooms. It wouldn’t matter to me because
my body never touches the seat and I use my foot to flush. Sometimes the
sinks are clogged and wet, or the water is left running. The bathroom
checks might help with that.
3) Would cameras outside the entrance to the bathroom pointed only on the
entryway to see who is entering and at what time deter vandalism?
They might. But cameras of any type creep me out. Having teachers or
principals watch me walk toward a bathroom entrance and what time I enter
and exit is a privacy matter with me.
4) Should faculty be forced to use the student bathrooms? Some of them
already do. I don’t have any problem with it. A couple of weeks ago I was
peeing and a toilet a few doors down was overflowing. Somebody took a
huge crap and then didn’t flush it before using a huge amount of toilet
paper. The teacher called the problem into the janitors phone while she
was in her stall.
5) Would the tissue protectors for the toilet seats be a solution to
students not wanting to use school bathrooms? It would be easier for us
to pull off one sheet and place it down rather than pulling off the
toilet paper individually and then lining it over the seat. However, I
know that a lot of my friends, including Jerika, don’t think anything
about seating themselves right down on the toilet seat.
to Laurel:
I think a lot of us just don’t like how packed the bathrooms are
especially before school and at lunch. With me, the biggest issue is that
no matter what stall I go into, it hasn’t been flushed.
to Connor:
I agree with you. I don’t like to sit down on the gross seats either.
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Whistler
Ladies in the Porta Potties
I went to the professional golf tournament on Sunday in Florida. I was
following the final group and on the last half of the day, these players
fell out of contention to win, so the crowd dispersed and started
following the leaders, who were playing a few groups ahead. I stayed with
the last group. I was standing next to one fairway by some bushes and
trees. I heard two women’s voices approaching. As they got closer, one of
them said, “I’ve got to use the bathroom big time.” The other one said,
“Me, too.” They had not seen me because of the bushes. I kind of got
excited because I knew there was a group of several porta potties just
ahead of them about 100 yards. They walked by and I saw that they were
two young women in their 20’s and VERY hot. One was in skin tight white
shorts and looked awesome in them. The other had on a short golf skirt
and looked equally great. I stepped back a bit so they would pass by me
without seeing me. I then fell behind them about 25 yards and walked
toward the porta potties which are unisex at these events. They got to
the potties and the one in the shorts took the end one and the girl in
the skirt took the third one. I figured the second one was either
occupied or she skipped it on purpose. I went to the potty area and saw
the red tags only on the two they’d taken so no one else was there. So I
went in the unit between them, pretty excited to perhaps hear something
from these outstanding looking ladies. I could hear some rustling around
from both of them. There are vent screens around the top of the units and
they’re butted together. So sound travels just like being in a stall next
to someone in a public restroom. It got quiet as they both apparently sat
down. After a few seconds I heard a BRRRRRRRPPPPPTTTZT from the first
potty, the one with the girl in the white shorts. Just after her fart,
the girl in the skirt sighed loudly and then a long fart started, and
about halfway through her fart, she started crapping. She was making the
distinct sound of gas/crap coming out of her together. From the other
side I heard plop, plop, plop, plop, at least 4 or 5 large sounding logs
hitting the water. Both got quiet for a minute or so, then the plopping
girl did another pretty loud fart and plopped another 3 or 4 times. I
heard the girl on the other side splatter some more crap with gas. It
sounded like she might have been sick to her stomach. They both started
peeing pretty strongly, and then wiping. The one in the shorts only wiped
3 times. The one in the skirt wiped at least 6 times. Then I heard
rustling and they went out. I heard one of them say, “Man, my stomach was
cramping” as they walked away. I waited a minute or so and went out. I
saw them walking toward the green. I have to say this was an unexpected
pleasure at the tournament.
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oldpoop
At the park
Yesterday was a beautiful day. After an errand I stopped at a local park
to walk around and see some of the games going on. After a bit I had to
pee, so I stopped at the big porta-potty near the ball field. Looking
into the tank, I saw an assortment of excellent poops, including some
lumpy very dark pieces and a lighter-colored long thick turd at least 8
or 9 inches long. A hefty, healthy poop–it made me wonder who the donor
was! Anyone here with an interesting sighting at a porta-potty?
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Shelly
Middle School Days
Now for a story about something that happened about 9 years back. I was
12 years old and in the 7th grade, and during this time, having to poop
during school had to be one of the biggest nightmares any girl could
have. It could have been that the bathrooms were poorly kept up and that
the stalls were about to give in and collapse, but it was one of the
worst things that anybody would have to do.
It was during my lunch time one day that I really had an urgent need to
go. I couldn’t risk holding it for the last few periods, so I went into
the bathroom and entered a stall. The thing just screamed bad news, with
a lock that didn’t work on the door. This meant that I would have to make
sure that the door doesn’t open. I pulled down my pants and my white
underwear and took a seat on the cold seat. I started to open up and was
dropping some decent size turds, only to hear footsteps. I was the only
one in the bathroom, and because I was making quite a stench, I knew that
the door opening would be bad news. To my luck, I was pushing out a
harder turd out of my butt when all of the sudden, a girl pushes the door
open. There I was, on the throne, with a knobbly piece of poop hanging
out of my butt, and she was just struck, like she couldn’t move. I
screamed at her to shut the door and stop looking, but she had absolutely
no intention to. I was so embarrassed that I screamed until I cried. It
was then that she shut the door and said “Sorry.” I was red in the face
from all of the humiliation, and I quickly finished my dump up as much as
I could. I wiped, flushed, washed up and removed and reapplied the
smeared makeup on my face. I couldn’t believe what happened, and I only
feared that the girl would tell all her friends that I was taking a big
dump in the school toilets. Lucky enough, she managed to keep quiet about
it, as she did share the same English class with me. She apologized about
it and then I told her that I was sorry for screaming at her for that. We
realized that something like that wasn’t something to make a fuss about,
despite the fact that we still cherished our privacy nonetheless.
Now another story from around that certain time period, except a few
months later. I played volleyball on the school’s team, which meant
staying after a few hours when school would end. After practice one day,
I felt the need to take a big dump in the locker room before getting a
ride home. From what I remember, I didn’t go the day before, so I had to
go soon. The locker room toilets had doorless stalls for some weird
reason, but were cornered away from view of the showers and lockers.
Anyways, I went into the furthest stall, pulled down my ridiculously
tight volleyball shorts and underwear, and sat down. After a gush of pee,
my anus started to dome out and expel the remains of cafeteria food and
home cooking, giving me a long (like over a foot), thick long that still
amazes me to this day. While I was cranking that out, another girl by the
name of Anna (not to be confused with my best friend Ann) walked over to
use the toilet by me. She managed to catch a glimpse of me (which didn’t
get me mad) before pulling down her clothes and taking a seat right next
to my stall. At this time, my long one was all out of me, and I was
dropping much smaller pieces of poop into the toilet. Anna was seated
next to me, but it seemed that she was too embarrassed to go with me
right next to her, but when I started plopping, I heard a kerplunk over
at her side. Seemed that she stored up a good poop in her rectum as well.
I heard a few more of them (I was finished but listened in), and when she
let out a small tinkle, I tore off some toilet paper to wipe. I stood up
and readjusted as Anna wiped and did the same, and I flushed down my mess
as she did too. We met up at the sinks, greeted each other and talked
about how we actually pooped in those doorless stalls. It seemed to be a
similar situation between us where we had to go or risk messing
ourselves, and ever since that, since we both pooped after volleyball
practice, we did it together quite often, maybe even with somebody else
having to join us. It got us over our toilet shyness, especially for me,
who can easily poop outdoors if I wanted to.
It’s too bad that I rarely talked to Anna by the time we were in high
school. Maybe we can catch up again…
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Stevie
What a Gaaasss!!
Yesterday I had a gas attack. I was releasing “silent but deadly”
stinkers all afternoon. I have 6 dogs and make 2 trips with 3 dogs each.
After supper I walked the dogs. While walking the first trip the gas
turned to a need to poo. I held it until I returned and thought it best
to visit the loo before taking the second trip. Feeling greatly relieved,
I set out to walk the second group. Only minutes into the walk I again
passed silent gas. The release felt great but not finished. As I walked I
decided to release again. I relaxed and the release began. After about 4
second the pressure eased and I pushed to get all the gas out. After only
3 seconds of minimal pushing, chocolate pudding ejected into my string
bikini underpants.
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My name is Sediqua. I am 15 in 10th grade weigh 80lbs.and I am 63 inches
tall. I am into peeing. I can pee like none other.This afternoon, I went
into a skyscraper because I had to urinate. I found the ladies room, took
a stall, wiped the seat with a tissue cover. There were six stalls 3+3
facing each other. I was not relly concerned with the other females. I
was wearing these flowered capri slacks. After I closed the door, I undid
the zipper and snap, lowered the red and yellow slacks to my knees with
my pink Jockey panties. I squirted out 2x. Then, I let it gurgle out of
my young pussy for 30 seconds into the white bowl. It felt real good.
Sitting with my butt tight on the seat gave the pee a good deep sound. I
reached for the toilet roll, took a medium wad and wiped my young
developing pussy from between my thin thighs. I threw the wet crumpled
wad into the bowl, stood up, with my pants still half-undid. I did not
flush. I was proud of what I did, for some reason. I left the stall,
fixed my pants, washed my hands and went to a bookstore. I am reading
your horror stories about school bathrooms. No one bothers me too much
about going to the bathroom at school. Like many of you, I go to an city
school, which I hate. It serves the purpose. It is an all-girls school.
So, I am with my own sex. I wear a simple black skirt and a white shirt
with black socks, stockings, panty hose or tights. I like that uniform. I
pee-first thing in the morning when I wake up. Then, I pee again at
school at about 8:15AM, then often during the day. I sit on the bowl with
my skirt up and my panties at or below my knees. I wear any color panty
that I can get. I like everything from white to black. I will tell you
more later.
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Althea
Wendy: My mother never stopped me from using a public toilet. When I
broke wind, she would order me to go because she knew what was coming.
See my earlier posts.
Mr Clogs: I heard about that accident in the Lincoln Tunnel. That
motorcyclist should pay for everyone’s delays, including damages for not
being able to use a toilet. I hope that bus drivers with lavatory buses
were kind in allowing others stranded on the roadway.
Jas: That is called abuse of alcohol. You will ruin your stomach and your
liver.
Amylee: I had an incident in my HS girls gym toilet. They did not see me
when I was moving my bowels. Girls like them do not last long. I am glad
that they were tossed out. I would suggest something nasty that you could
have done, but this is a forum for all decent people. That principal was
a good guy who handled it right. There was a girl older than me in 3rd
grade. I was in first and she had to evacuate her bowels in the
mid-afternoon. The girls bathroom was a gathering place. Her bowels
sounded like yours in this incident, but we were not cruel to her. We all
were friends. HS’s 1st is always the roughest. It smoothes out by May. I
used to make #2 after class because we were in a top floor of an
elementary school where we tutored the younger ones. So, I would either
use the top floor or I would take the 4th or 3rd floor girls toilet. I
was a pudgy little runt. So, I blended in, but I was always alone in the
grammar school girls toilet. I was afraid to make during regular sessions.
Hope: I would love to hear from you. I have been away from this forum for
years myself.
Abbie: When I was in college, if I had to go, I did not hold back. I
would leave class. As I grew in HS, if I had to go during class, I did.
But, that was in 10th grade.
Shelly: Nothing like a good A.M. bowel movement.
Laurel: What needs to be done about school bathrooms? All school
bathrooms should be clean, stocked with paper towels and toilet paper,
high lather soap and hot running water, sanitary napkins for developing
girls, stalls with doors for privacy. In my time, public schools and some
Catholic schools had no doors on boys toilets. The boys were different,
then. Today, boys are cruel to each other. Give them dignity to use the
toilet in private whether for bodily functions or to seek release, if you
know what I mean. Same goes for girls.
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Ciara
Bill’s Unfortunate Accident
Today, there happened be very beautiful weather, so Bill and I decided to
eat out, go shopping, and then head to the beach. I noticed that Bill
seemed kind of uncomfortable all day, but I didn’t really think anything
about it. As Bill and I were standing in the water watching the sunset
while he was holding me close to him, I suddenly heard a faint gurgling
sound. Bill whispered desperately, “Oh, no! Not here!” and I was
assaulted with the foul stench of poop. I looked behind me and discovered
that dark brown, liquid poop was running down Bill’s legs and floating in
the ocean. Bill buried his face in my neck and started sobbing quietly.
He said tearfully, “I’m sorry. I’ve been having terrible diarrhea all
week, but I didn’t say anything because I was too embarrassed.”
I gave Bill a comforting hug, and told him that there was no need to feel
embarrassed. I grabbed his clothes, some wet wipes, and a plastic bag and
led him to the restroom to help him clean up.
Bill carefully stepped out of his heavily soiled swimming trunks and sat
on the toilet. He started to push and grunt as I carefully picked up his
swimming trunks and placed them in the plastic bag. Bill then let out
even more liquid poop with farts in between while moaning in relief. This
went on for about 5 minutes. I have to admit that I think that he looks
really sexy while he’s on the toilet, but I haven’t told him that. After
he finished, he stood up so that I could wipe him clean. We both got
dressed, and had to flush the toilet several times. Before we got inside
the car, Bill turned to me and smiled, and said, “Thank you for not
making fun of me.”
I said, “No problem.” and gave Bill another hug followed by a peck on the
lips. We stopped by the pharmacy on the way home to pick up some
Pepto-Bismol. I’m currently at Bill’s house. Bill’s diarrhea is now gone
and we’re about to watch a movie together. Well, that’s all for now.
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Ava
Jerika: Sometimes, I sit with my legs together, come to think or it. I
leave a slight opening so that I could look. I noticed that while I was
making ready for school when I took my piss or passed water, as we say.
It was before I left the house. I lifted my green uniform skirt, let down
my light green panty to my knees and sat on the toilet. I held my legs
together and I peed for about 20 seconds, wiped my pussycat and flushed.
I grabbed my books and walked out to get the bus to school. Sometimes, I
walk. This morning about 9:30AM, I excused myself from a speech and drama
class to to do bump-bump. I found the girls room. This is an old school
with wooden toilet stalls and doors that swing out. I found a stall,
pulled the door in as I slid down my skirt and my panty to my knees, sat
on the bowl and let out these thick huge brown pieces. They crackled out
and splashed down in the bowl, with a fart after the last piece. It was 3
of them-6 inches long. Plus, I urinated after. I sat with toilet paper in
my hands under my chin. I looked between my legs and I was proud of what
I did. I felt sexy sitting on the toilet with my clothes half-off my
body. The feeling was so satisfying. I took the toilet paper and cleaned
myself good. I was fixing my skirt before I flushed. Then, I returned to
class. I have more like this, if not at school, then at home. Tonight, I
was at my laptop when I felt the urge to pass water. I went to the toilet
at home, I stood up and hovered over the bowl, my uniform skirt and panty
were at my ankles and with my legs apart and I urinated for about 10
seconds. I wiped my cat, pulled up my uniform skirt and panty and flushed
the toilet. I just let the uniform hang any old way because I was at
home. Then I returned to my room to finish this post. I am in a girls
school. We are pretty good with each other. I look out for the younger
ones.
For you Randi: I have been wearing lime green nylon or silk panties in
recent days.
Wendy: When I have to go, no one stops me. It helps to have 3 bathrooms
in the house.
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Timee
Posture While Sitting on Toilet
Just Jerika: Chels is an idiot. I pee with my knees together most of the
time. Sometimes, my legs are open, depending on what I am wearing. Serves
her right with a detention.
Francesca: I am in college. I have my favorite toilets. They are in
certain academic buildings and the gym and swimming pool lockerooms. We
have new buildings which I like because they have plenty of light and
air. Each has a handicapped stall, along with regular stalls. The library
is nice also. But, when the urge hits me, I am going wherever. As long as
I have a clean place where I can drop my drawers, I am happy. I might
stay on in this college, unless I can trade up to a more modern school.
The cleaner the better.
To Abbie and all the guys and girls: Don’t be afraid to let it all out.
Holding your bowels just makes it harder.
Here in this lousy city where I live, I could not spend too much time in
the bathroom at school. I was lucky to pee and get out. I could count the
few times that I had a bowel movement. I had a running stomach in third
grade and that was an emergency. I will tell about that another time.
Last year I was on winter break in February. So, one cold morning I went
to the main library to read and study. I went to the womens room to pee
before anything. I saw this tall girl with her head above the stall and
it was Keesha. She recognized me and we spoke softly. We were the only
two in the bathroom upstairs away from everyone. We did not want to let
one. She and I took stalls, pulled off our jackets, let down our pants
and panties to our ankles. She was wearing a printed beige red and blue
Hanes bikini panty. I was wearing a Hanes red full-cut brief panty and
navy panty hose. As soon as she sat, her bowels gushed out. I squirted
pee 3-4x, then it was continuous for 20 secs. I was finished. So, since
we had the place to ourselves. I kept her company and we talked. I was
hunched over the bowl with my legs together. She said that she had no
trouble using the women’s room. She was still passing herself off as a
girl. Legally she was not. She said that this was going on with her since
she was 13. She knew that she was different and she had her own desires.
Then, her bowels released another wave. I said to her, “You got
diarreah.” She said, “My stomach is always loose. I always go at school
in the morning, but I have to use the boys room. I wear boys regular
briefs or boxers Otherwise, I wear girls drawers” Then, she released
another deep gurgling wave and a loud fart to go with it. She said “I got
gas girl.” Then she let out another one. She said, “I like this toilet.
It is away from everyone. No one has to know who I am. I come in here
with my romance novels and read.” I reached for paper to wipe my cat. I
spread my legs wide to clean myself of the pee that splashed on my legs.
She was still evacuating another wave and she peed. After awhile, we had
enough. She took paper and wiped herself with vigor. She opened her legs
even more, then pulled up her pants and undies and flushed. When we came
out of the stalls were still stuffing our shirts into our pants and
briefs. It was funny to see a johnson bulging under a panty. We washed
our hands and left the toilet. We took a table and read talked quietly
until later.
Sunday morning, I made ready for church. I got up about 7:30AM went to
the bathroom. Before I bathed, I had to move my bowels. I pulled down my
white long johns and white panty to my ankles and proceeded to release my
bowels. I sat on the bowl and let out a long creamy chocolate movement.
It sputtered and I farted. As I sat, I felt a pee coming on. I squirted
it out: squirt, squirt, squirt, then fliiiissshhhh. I sat for awhile and
farted again. My mom and dad looked in on me. I told them that I was ok
and I was making ready for church after I #2 and shower. I stinked up the
bathroom good. I felt another fart coming. So, I curled my toes inward,
pushed hard on my stomach muscles and let it buzz out. I had so much gas
in me. I sat for about 20 minutes. When I was finished, I reached for the
toilet paper and wiped myself good from the front bet. my legs. I wiped
my pussy and the pee under my legs. Then, I wiped my behind good. It was
messy. I dug the paper bet. my split so that the paper would be clean. I
stood up looked in the bowl and I flushed. I took a bath and dried off.
Then, I had to pee again. So, I sat on the bowl-no white bra or panty
yet-naked. I squirted out another piss, then wiped my cat and under my
legs. I dropped the paper between my legs into the bowl of yellow water
and flushed. I reached for a nice simple Hanes white regular cut brief
panty hanging dry on the shower hook and sat on the bowl and slipped it
on with a clean white Maidenform bra. I stood up and adjusted my
waistband and leg openings. I felt fresh.I put on my deodorant, panty
hose, skirt and shirt. Later at church in the afternoon, I had to make
#2. I went to the women’s room, took a stall, closed the door, lifted my
woolen maroon skirt above my waist, pulled down my black panty hose and
white Hanes panty to my ankles and sat on the bowl. I let out three soft
brown bananas, a wet sloppy fart to top it off and I peed. I sat on the
bowl. I was in no hurry. As I sat another woman took the next stall. I
heard her lift her skirt and slip, unsnap her royal blue VS garter panty,
let it down to her ankles and her bowels released chunks and crackles. I
let out another fart. She let out a wet fart and said, “Oh, good.” I
could sense her relief because I felt the wind come out of me. We stayed
quiet until we were finished. We were wiping ourselves, with leg spread
action. I stood up and pulled up my pantyhose and panty bending my knees.
I flushed the bowl and came out. The other woman did the same thing and
came out adjusting her garter panty and black half slip under her gray
skirt. We spoke although we did not know each other. She said that it was
relief to move her bowels and I said that I agreed. She was about 38
years old. She had a nice stack on her. I could imagine her in her
lingerie undies alone.
One Sunday at church, pastor was preaching and I do not like to walk out
at that time, but I was busting for a #2. I could not hold it back any
longer. I was 14. Holding my stomach, I excused myself to my parents and
walked downstairs to the parish hall womens room. I took a stall, closed
the door, put paper on the seat, pulled up my light blue skirt, tucked it
under the hem and pulled down my JCP light blue printed cotton panty to
my ankles. I opened my legs at the knees. Chunks splashed out of my
stomach. They were painful but they came out with ease. “Chunk, chunk,
chunk and splashes,” I stinked up the bathroom good. As I sat, I broke
out a deep buzzing wind, “byuuuuuuuuuuh!” My mom came down bacause I was
gone long and she wanted to see if I was alright. She called for me and
asked if I put paper on the seat.. I said yes and she saw me through the
space in the partition. She said, “Girl, you have no shame stinking up
the Lord’s house.” I told her, “I ain’t the only one.” She asked how much
longer. I told her that my bowels punch no time clock, at which point I
broke wind and dropped two more chunks. She went back to her pew. I sat
awhile longer. I broke some more buzzing wind. I reached for paper and I
wiped under me good. Mom told me to wipe good and how to so that my
undies would be clean. I stood up, bent down and pulled up my panty tight
to my kitten. I looked in the toilet and I saw these meatball and sausage
chunks from Saturday night dinner floating with my used toilet paper and
I flushed and returned to the pastor still preaching.
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High School Girl
Questions from Kalee
I read Kalee’s post and she asks some poignant questions. I’d like to
give my input on the matter, if I may.
“1) Would a five-minute no-questions asked pass daily help?”
I think that this would be a step in the right direction, although I
couldn’t have a full satisfying dump, plus wiping and washing, in just
five minutes.
“2) What if hourly custodial cleanings of bathrooms were done and posted
such as in hotel and business bathrooms?”
Maybe this issue is more relevant in other high schools, but the
bathrooms in my school are always kept plenty clean, so extra cleaning
duties really wouldn’t make any difference.
“3) Would cameras outside the entrance to the bathroom pointed only on
the entryway, who’s entering and the times deter vandalism and misuse?”
This is really a touchy subject. The potential benefit here is great;
Security officials would be able to ID the students behind vandalism.
However, any benefit is greatly outweighed by the fact that going to the
bathroom is a private matter. Students are already embarrassed about
having to go to the bathroom at all, without there being a record of when
they go and how long they take. So, ultimately, I have to say this would
be a spectacularly bad idea.
“4) Should faculty be forced to use the student bathrooms?”
Oh absolutely yes. If teachers, principals, and whatnot had to use the
same bathrooms as students, I think vandalism problems would decrease.
Think about it: Would you write graffiti on a bathroom, knowing there’s a
good chance that a staff member could come in at any moment?
“5) Would the tissue-protectors for the toilet seats be a solution to
students not wanting to use school bathrooms?”
This one, I just don’t feel it would really make any difference. Most
schools, mine included, already offer seat covers anyway.
On a more personal note, I’m worried about my friend which I talked about
in my previous post. She absolutely refuses to use the bathrooms to take
a dump, and instead chooses to hold it until she gets home, or goes in
her pants. In the two years I’ve known her, she’s never pooped her pants
at school or on the bus, but I still feel bad for her.
And I really don’t know how to relate to her. When I need to go at
school, I go as soon as is possible and I sit right down and empty my
bowels, without concern. But, I fear it’s only a matter of time until she
can’t hold it and has a public accident. And that would be way worse for
her than any embarrassment she’d feel from just going.
Is there some way I can help her overcome this obstacle? Or is it
something she just has to get over on her own? What about after high
school, when she gets a job. What happens then, if she’s still too
embarrassed to go to the bathroom when she needs to? I’m sorry about
going off on a tangent here, but I really want to be able to help my
friend and I just don’t know how.
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Alyanna
Did the intresting poop! (late!)
Hey it’s Alyanna! I’m really sorry I didn’t update sooner! I got busy.
But I did my intresting poop the other day! I lifted up the toilet seat,
pressed record and filmed myself shitting!
It was great! It made a lot of loud plops, big splashes, I could hear it
crackling and with the recording I could see the poop coming out of me!
It wasn’t the most comfortable thing ever but I watched the video of it
on my phone it was an awesome rush and looked fantastic! And it felt good
on my asshole being so high up!
I got to watch myself shit out 4 logs, 3 turds, 5 little nugget type
things, a very skinny log and a little bit of spray poop. It was so much
fun to watch!
I’m gonna challenge everyone to somehow record themselves pooping. And I
mean film the entire shit itself (and by that I mean no matter how big or
whatever) coming out of your asshole and maybe catch a shot of it landing
in the toilet! Then when your finished watch the film. Then come on here
and talk about it!
Good luck & happy pooping! 🙂
Alyanna.
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what happened in 2002
short story;in 02 i was in middle school in the 6th grade and the was a
new student one day.now that you have the backstory if you can call it
that, one day about 2 months later we had a math test and not
surprisingly the teacher wouldnt let her leave,i didnt see anything
because i was concentrating,but long story short she pissed herself and
left the room crying and her parents took her home.sidenote:according to
informaton i later gathered from her a week later she also said the
incident left one of her socks yellow for the rest of the day.and since
the building was constructed in the early 90s it had that thin purple
industral carpet that permanently kept all stains.and her stain was still
there until the replaced the carpet in 2008.
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Holly
New girl to the site.
Hi guys and gals!
I discovered this site by accident but I think it’s great. I’m a 18 year
old female university student from the UK. I`m 6ft tall, blonde and slim.
I’ve never been shy about going to the loo, even to poop, and I don’t
mind if other girls see me.
It’s too late for me to post a story right now, but will do tomorrow.
~holly~
End Stall Em
Kalee’s survey
1. Would a 5-minute no-questions-asked pass daily help? Yes, for some
students. It might cut down on the sarcasm used by some teachers.
2. What if hourly custodial cleanings were done and posted like in hotels
and businesses? That would be a big help with overflowing toilets and it
would cut down on the stench that becomes bad by 10 a.m.
Right now at my school, you have to puke or drop a log on a toilet seat
before a custodian is sent in. It might cut down on some of the wet seats
also.
3. Would cameras outside the entry-way and pointed only at the entrance
deter vandalism? Definitely, especially if there was a clock on the film.
But that would make a lot more work for administrators and teachers to do
in keeping up watching the film.
4. Should faculty be forced to use student bathrooms? Some already do
because its so close to their classrooms. I think they would resent it
however if they were going to crap. I don’t think my history teacher
would want to be sitting and crapping in a stall with students walking in
and seeing him to it. I’ve heard from some of the boys that it has
already happened.
5. Would the toilet seat tissues be a solution for students not wanting
to use the bathroom at schoool? I don’t think so. They take too much
time. They’re awkward to use. And then there’s still the privacy and
smell issues. I don’t know if some of the teachers would use them or not.
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Wendy
Poop holding
To tbonz:
I’m glad you like my stories. I love your’s too & can’t wait to see how
you get on with your poop holding. I’m holding my poo right now & I’m
busting to go. I haven’t been for 3 days & I took a laxative last night
to get things moving & its working. I’m almost pooing myself & if I don’t
go to the toilet soon there will be a big mess in my panties. Have you
ever done it in your pants before? I’d love to know. The the thought of
all that hot mess in your pants is so hot.
Oh god. I’m so desperate. I nearly lost it there. I realy have to go so
bad. I can feel it pressing on my anus, trying to force it open & the
pressure is increasing fast. I realy should be going to the toilet now
but I love this feeling so much. Oh god. Oh no. I can’t hold it. I’m
going to…..
Let you know in my next post. Wendy
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Cougar
Can’t go
Constipation sucks! Nothing has come out in five days.
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Carin
Jen,
That Doctor was wrong! My Dad is a retired GP. He would never say that!
He used to deliver babies. That is wrong with healthcare.
Carin
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new guy
comments & stuff
To: Alyanna I look forward to all your stories and I hope there will be
alot of them thanks.
To: Alyssa great pooping story and I look forward to your next one thanks.
To: Lucy that sounded like a nasty dump but I bet you felt alot better
after you were done and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Anny great story and I hope you fell better and as always I look
forward to your next post thanks.
To: Wendy & Kirsty another great buddy dumping story and you pooping on
Wendy and great story about the big dump yout took after not going for a
week I bet it felt great after all that time and great story about that
desperate dump you took at home it sounds like you just made it and at
east you didnt have an accident and as always I look forward to your guys
next post thanks.
Well thats all for now and I just to say we need some of the old posters
to return like the queen of this site Carmalita I bet there are alot of
people to have her come back and we would all welcome her back with open
arms so in other words Carmalita if your still reading this site please
start posting again I know its been a few years but this site needs its
queen to return and I know im not only one thanks.
Sincerly new guy
PS. I love this site
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Sunday, March 20, 2011
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Lea
Poop at Friend’s House
Anyway, just to contribute I’ll give a good ol poop story. I’m 14, and
one time I was hanging out with my friend (at her house) and I had the
urge to poop pretty bad. There wasn’t a toilet nearby, and we’re pretty
comfortable with this sort of stuff, so I just pooped :D! She was shocked
at first but then we had some laughs. I had eaten at her house the night
before, so when I pulled my panties back to show her, she wasn’t
surprised to see a ton of corn and tomato in my BM. It smelled pretty
bad, and she pushed me and I fell flat on my butt, squishing it all in XP
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Alyanna
Planning an intresting poop!
I’ve never done any intresting poops. I’ve never pooped in buckets or
anything like that. But soon my mom and her bf will be gone out to dinner
till late. And here’s what I’m gonna do:
I’m gonna lift the toilet seat up, go into a squat and poop into the
toilet while not sitting and with the seat up AND I’m gonna record it
with my phone!
I’ll let you all know how it goes after! I hope the mods publish these
stories!
Wish me luck! 🙂
Alyanna.
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College Dude
New Experience
So it’s been a really long time since I posted something here, but I’ve
still managed to follow on a pretty regular basis. There have been a lot
of good stories lately. Anyway, for my story. So being in college, my
diet consists of a pretty regular set of foods… either cheap stuff or
things that are relatively simple to cook. With that comes a pretty
regular time frame in which I need to unload, usually once every day or
every couple of days. Well recently my university had Spring Break, and
just before that all my professors manage to schedule their tests just
before break. I ended up getting a lot of fast food during that time so I
didn’t waste time cooking when I could be studying. By the time I made it
home for break, though, I noticed that I seemed to be somewhat
constipated. I knew that I needed to go but I just couldn’t make myself
go when I wanted to. I was now going three to four days without going,
and when I did crap it was often all hard and knobby. Needless to say, it
wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience, and by the time I got back from
break I decided I needed something to try to get things moving faster. So
one night before I went to bed I ended up drinking a large cup of water
that I loaded with fiber powder. It was stuff that I had tried before and
liked, so this time I took a little bit extra. Sure enough, the next
morning I felt the back door knocking, though I had to work through it (I
drive buses for the university as a job while I’m not in class). By the
time I got home, I really had to go, but I was kinda worried that it was
going to be so large that I would clog the toilet. As I walked into my
bathroom, an idea hit me. I still don’t know why I wanted to do this, but
I decided that I was going to try and crap in the small trash can in our
bathroom. I put a fresh grocery bag in, so I wouldn’t have to deal with
the trash in it, and I figured that since my roommates were in class I
would have the opportunity to clean up appropriately afterward. So I went
in the bathroom, closed the door, pulled down my pants and boxers, and
squatted over the trash can. I was surprised to find that my butt pretty
much fit perfectly into the trash can, so I was able to lightly rest on
it for support. Despite my need to go, I felt weird at first. It was
almost like my body knew that something was different… this was the
first time I hadn’t gone in some sort of a toilet for as long as I can
remember. But after a minute or two my body couldn’t resist the urge to
push, and so I held my breath and gave a hard push. I felt things stretch
open and a turd slooooolwy start to poke through. I could tell it was
like the past couple: all hard and knobby. A mid-sized piece broke off
and then a much larger piece emerged. It was actually weird because it
was at first all hard and knobby too, then all the sudden it was really
soft and smooth and pushed out a lot quicker. I knew it was large, but I
still felt a little more in me and pushed a couple small pieces out and I
felt done. I looked in the trash can and was surprised, one by the size
but also by the small streak of blood from stretching so much (probably
in combination with recent craps too). I then wasn’t really sure what to
do with it. I could either take it out to the dumpster across the street,
or I could try to flush it down the toilet. I tried the latter, since our
toilet seems to be pretty strong at not getting clogged, however to my
horror it did clog. A couple more flushes though and it managed to go
down. I then took the bag that had a little residue on it, tied it up and
threw it in the outside trash can to be taken out later. I felt so much
better the rest of the day, emptier than I had felt in 10 days or so, and
then just a little while ago I had one of my regular poop sessions, so
I’m hoping things are back to normal.
Overall, it was definitely a unique experience, and one that looking back
on I feel like I enjoyed. I’m trying to think of other places I might be
able to go in later on in the future. Any suggestions would be
appreciated! Also, if anyone has any similar stories I’d love to hear
them. I know I’ve read a lot of interesting ones on here in the past, but
new ones are awesome too.
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Story Teller
I can recall one instance where a phone call came into play. When we were
in a public restroom my not shy aunt had put her purse on the counter
outside the stalls. Me and one of my cousins had already gone so we were
just standing there waiting. Then my aunts cell phone started ringing and
she asked if someone could bring it in for her.I looked at my cousin but
she shook her head so I grabbed it and pushed open the stall door open.
My aunt thanked me and grabbed the cell phone out her purse. I turned
around to walk back out but she stopped me and told me to wait a minute
for her to finish the call. So I just stood there in the doorway while
she talked to the person on the other end of the line. Then someone else
came into the bathroom and since the stall door was still open my aunt
pulled me inside with her and closed the door. She finished the call a
few moments later and put the cellphone back in her purse and told me to
put it back out on the counter. I was just about to turn eight when that
happened and that was the last time I actually saw my aunt on the toilet.
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confused
I found this site while searching around for somewhere I could post this
anonymously. I didn’t want to bring it up with friends because it makes
it seem like I pay attention to some things way too much. Truth is I pay
attention to everything too much…
I was at Starbucks today, and I saw something very strange indeed. Two
girls were at a table, not really talking. Then, they both went into the
bathroom together, and two minutes later, came out together. They acted
like this was normal. I should point out that there are not bathrooms
with many stalls. These are rooms where you walk in, there is a toilet
and a sink. What do girls do when they go to THAT kind of bathroom
together? Do they talk? Do makeup? Pee? If they pee, the question is, are
girls generally that comfortable with being seen on the toilet in front
of their friends? …
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tbonz
holding it now
Wendy and others,
I’m holding it as I write this, and it feels sooooo good. Lots of
pressure on my anus and prostate. Going to try and hold it for as long as
I can. The relief will be wonderful. Would like to hear how it feels when
you’re holding it Wendy.
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Alyssa
Buddy pooping with my boyfriend and a 2nd story
I’ve been a browser on this site for a while but I haven’t had a story of
my own until now!
1st Story: My parents weren’t home and my twin sister Kathryn was at her
friends for a sleepover in other words I was home completely alone. Yay!
So I called my boyfriend Chris and told him to come over cuz I was home
alone and he said he’d be over in a few minutes (he only lives about 5
minutes away) I said ok and hung up the phone. After I hung up the phone
I started getting stomach cramps and farted a little bit and knew I was
gonna need to poop sometime tonight but I just ignored it.
After a few mins I saw Chris coming up the drive way. But I was still
cramping a little but kept ignoring it cuz it wasn’t that bad. Then Chris
came into the house and I greeted him with a hug and a kiss and shut the
door behind us, went and sat on the couch and talked a little.
All of a sudden Chris leans over and kisses me. We began kissing.
As we are all comfortable making out I accidently farted and my stomach
started hurting
and I had to stop kissing for a min and hold my stomach. “Are you okay?”
Chris asked (he’s seen me poop and pee many times and I’ve seen him too)
“Yeah I just have a belly ache but I’ll be fine.” I responded “How come
ur belly hurts babe?” he asked “I’ve had to
poop for a while.” then I hear (and smell)
BRAAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTHHHHH!
Chris farted! “I guess I gotta poop too! And I think I gotta pee too!” he
kind giggled. “Who
said we gotta take turns?” which ment we were gotta buddy poop! I find
that hot!
So we walked to the bathroom, went in and locked the door behind us (I
farted again), turned the fan on (just incase lol) then Chris took his
jeans and his boxers too and decided to take his shirt off too. Then I
took my skirt and undies off completely.
Then Chris sat on the toilet with his legs spread apart and sitting back
far enough for me
to have room to poop and pee but made it so I could see. He said he
should probably
pee before I sit, to make it easier (and less messy!) I agreed that this
would make things easier.
So Chris pushed his penis into the toilet and right away began peeing. I
saw a strong
light yellow stream of pee come out of his penis. It hissed loudly and
slowed down,
speeded up and slowed down again, this went on for about 15 secs. Then it
slowed
right down then stopped. Then he said it was safe for me to sit down. So
I did just that, I
sat down right of Chris’s lap and made it so my asshole and vagina were
over the bowl
and everything would land in the toilet and I also made is so Chris could
see my poop and pee. I held onto Chris so I wouldn’t fall off or anything
and I made myself comfortable.
I instantly began to release a thin dark yellow stream of somewhat
hissing pee from my vagina into the toilet. It went strong for about 6
secs then dripped a little. Then I let out an little pppffffttt fart.
Then I felt my asshole start to open a little. “I guess I’m pooping
first.” I said to Chris with a giggle. “Why do you think that?” he asked
with a smile. “Cuz I can feel my asshole opening.” I answered laughing a
little. “Oh ok well go ahead a poop I can wait baby.” he said in a sweet
voice. “Are you sure?” I asked feeling a little shy “Positive!” he
answered “K” I said quietly.
So as I felt my asshole stretch open more I held onto Chris’s sholders,
took a deep breath and gave a small push and felt a wide, kinda hard log
start to make it’s way outta my asshole and according to Chris it had a
turtle head and was a light brown color and cracked and was maybe around
2 inches wide.
I could hear it crackling a little as I grunted and gave a small push but
nothing
happened. I started getting a sensation in my lower stomach area (ya
know?) so I knew I needed to do a bigger push. So I took a breath, shut
my eyes tight and gave a big push and I could feel (and Chris could see)
the log grow to be about 3 inches long and then it stopped. I took
another breath then gave another big push and breathed and pushed again
and I felt it slide out of me a little more growing 4 inches making it a
total of 7 inches long!
Half of it broke off and fell into the water making the water splash both
Chris and myself (which made Chris giggle.. And then he farted again).
But now I still had the rest of it hanging outta my asshole. I gave one
huge(!!) push and felt the broken half grow about 3inches then plop into
the toilet and felt my asshole close. But not for long as 7 little turds
splashed into the water. I peed a little then stopped. I was done.
Now I looked at poor Chris who was sitting there patiently trying to wait
for me to finish and said “Your turn love :)” “Finally!!” whispered Chris.
He spread his legs a little closer together as he held onto me, took a
deep breath and gave a big push and when he bent forward, sticking out of
his adorable asshole, was an about 5inch long, 2 (almost 3) inch wide,
dark brown and chunky poop. It had a round tip and it even curled a
little!
As his poop was very slowly moving in his asshole , little chunks of it
kept falling off into the water but the poop itself was still there. So
he gave one big push, grunted a LOT and even moaned and threw F bombs
etc. Finally the stubborn poop grew to be a chunky foot long then PLOPed
into the toilet. Then he pushed out 2 little nuggets. And then he rested.
All of a sudden as I’m still sitting on his lap (I pooped one more turd)
he says “Ohjeez
here comes another one…” he sat forward a
little, breathes a little, tightens his legs and gives a monster push and
when I took a peek, sure enough there was already half of a smooth, tan,
fat log sticking out of his asshole. It had to be 5inches long 3inches
wide. It was moving faster then the first one.
It broke 3 times then the rest of that log fell outta his asshole into
the toilet. I heard a plop ploop plip! And when I looked there were 3 new
big pieces of poop in the water. But
he STILL wasn’t done! He rested, grunted a little, moaned a little and
gave a small push and right away I heard a loud crackling sound coming
from his ass. When he sat forward I saw a fat somewhat smooth looking
medium brown and a little cracked turd starting to poke outta his
asshole. It had a pointy tip. “Do you usually poop this much?” I asked
him curiously. He took a breath and said “I poop everyday and every other
day it’s like this. But never THIS much!” “Wow..” I responded.
Then he went back to work. He gave a big push and grunted a lot (he
tightened his entire face lol) and as he did the turd started moving a
little faster and grew about 3 inches and was about 2 inches wide. Then
it stopped. He breathed pretty fast and heavy (like he had been running 3
miles) then gave a sorta big push and I heard the turd crackle even more
which ment it was moving again. When I looked, I saw the turd sticking
about 5inches outta his asshole.
Then I heard, said and felt a loud PLOOP! As the turd slipped outta his
asshole into the toilet and the poop filled water splashed us both on the
thighs. He pooped out 3 more about 4 inch long turds then he pooped out 3
nuggets and 4 round poops and a tiny bit
of mushy/watery poop poured outta his ass into the toilet.
Then his asshole shut and he was finally done pooping. “Thankgod” he said
with relief.
He put his penis into the toilet and peed a little more.
When he was done peeing and pooping I felt another turd coming! “Wow! I
guess I have more poop!” I said in shock. “Go ahead and poop more babe
lol.” Chris said.
So I tightened my legs together and leaned forward and gave a big push
and Chris said he could see a skinny, very smooth and about 4inches long
2inches wide and tan colored turtle head turd slide halfway outta fast my
asshole then stop. I gave another push and grunted and he saw it fall out
of my ass into the toilet.
Then he said (and I felt) another little turd that was about 1 1/2 inches
wide
start poking out. I gave a big push and felt 3 turds fly outta my asshole
into the toilet! Then we were both finished. We cleaned ourselves up, it
took 4 wipes for him and 6 (3 for my ass and 3 for my vagina) for me.
Then I got off his lap, pulled up my skirt and undies up and he stood up
and pulled his boxers and jeans up and did his belt up. Then we flushed
the toilet. My toilet is great for letting things go down. So it took 2
flushes but everything went down good. We washed up and sprayed febreeze
then left the bathroom.
Then his mom called and told him to come home. So I have him a kiss and
he left.
The End. I have another story but I’ll post it in another post.
~Alyssa.
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Lucy
Post-surgery dump
Last year, I had to undergo surgery to remove my appendix. It’s a routine
operation and I got to go home after 24 hours, and the doctor gave me a
week’s dose of pain killers to help take the edge off. One of the
side-effects of that medication is that it may cause constipation. It was
hard for me to tell, since I sometimes go three days without a dump
anyway, but once it had been five days, I called my doctor. He told me to
take an over the counter laxative. So, I went to the nearest pharmacy and
I bought it.
I went home and took the laxative, and at first it didn’t really seem to
work. Then, after about thirty minutes, a huge urge just hit me from
nowhere and I had to go right that instant. I literally ran to the
bathroom, yanked down my pants and unleashed a torrent of mostly liquid
crap. Prraat Pff Prrrrttt Braaap Ohh Sploshplipspliplipspliplip a virtual
symphony of all manners of farts and rapid bursts of small turds
resounded in my bathroom. I still really had to go, but after that
initial burst I rushed over to turn on the fan, but then I had to quickly
sit back down for round two.
Splunksplopplipsplipplipplipplipsploshsploop many small turds raced out.
Brrrrrraaaaarrrt Prrrarrt Pff Pff Pff Pff Shloop
Plopplopplopplipsplipsplipsploop. I flushed after this point, mostly
because of the smell. Even with the fan, it was rank in the bathroom.
Oooh Sploop Splop Pfffraat Braap Brrrrtt Plunksplupplipplipsplipploop. I
felt like I was completely empty after that performance and so I wiped
and flushed. But my butt was a total mess and so I wiped as best I could
and I went to lay down and have drink some water. I left the bathroom fan
on to see if it would help dissipate the smell some. It didn’t.
Unfortunately, I got only a little rest as a churning of my guts informed
me that I was due back for another session on the toilet. It wasn’t
nearly as urgent this time, but I went to the toilet anyway. Once I was
seated on the toilet, nothing came for a while. Then a very soft but
solid turd shot out. Splish Sploonk Shloop Floomp Shplonk Ploop Splop
Splash Flump Floomp Sploop Sploosh. I was just glad to be having solid
turds again. Prrrrrrrrttttrrrrrrtt a long fart followed by some more
turds. Plunk Ploomp Shloop Ploop. I peered between my legs and saw a
large pile of my turds. Braaaaap Pfff Pff Prrrt Sploosh. With that last
turd, I again felt like empty. I flushed first this time to make sure I
didn’t clog the toilet, then wiped and flushed the paper separately.
I went back to bed after that and when I awoke next it was morning. I
took the remaining days of the pain killers, although I didn’t get
constipated again, thank god. I had a normal dump without the aid of a
laxative the evening of the day I had taken the last pill, just two days.
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whizzer
wifes noisy pee
several weeks ago i had two doctors appointments in one day and i had
just returned from working out and had to get a shower before leaving as
i couldn’t go sweaty.
my wife came into our bathroom and announced she could not wait to
pee.she normally wants me out before she pees but she sat down and let it
go. must say she is a noisy tinkle. this went on for about two minutes
and she took a wad of toilet paper and asked me not to look as she wiped
between her legs. This was absolutely not sexual.
My first appointment was a prostate check done by the doctors PA that was
female. this is the first time this was done by her and must say that she
was much more gentle than the doctor. i will ask for her next time.
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Kalee
Interesting questions from Laurel’s story
As usual, I found Laurel’s story very interesting. Holding pee or poop
for much of the school day can’t be very pleasant and surely isn’t good
for your system. Hence, these questions:
1) Would a five-minute no-questions asked pass daily help?
2) What if hourly custodial cleanings of bathrooms were done and posted
such as in hotel and business bathrooms?
3) Would cameras outside the entrance to the bathroom pointed only on the
entryway, who’s entering and the times deter vandalism and misuse?
4) Should faculty be forced to use the student bathrooms?
5) Would the tissue-protectors for the toilet seats be a solution to
students not wanting to use school bathrooms?
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Anny
Much-needed poo
I’ve been feeling nauseous for the past couple of days so I’ve been
drinking lots of water (both hot and cold) and still taking my laxative
called Lax-A-Day (polyethylene glycol). Trust me, it takes a couple of
days but this stuff cleans you out really well without giving you
diarrhea or cramps.
Finally a few minutes ago I had a strong urge to poop so I ran to my room
first, grabbed a book then went to the bathroom. It didn’t take much
effort for all that shit to come out. It didn’t hurt either. It came out
really easily and stunk up the bathroom pretty bad. Only took about a
minute to get it out.
When I stood up to wipe (really messy wiping job by the way), I saw what
I did. There were 2 medium sized logs right next to each other, a curled
turd on top(think what cartoon animal poop looks like) and a couple
little pieces too. It took about half a roll of toilet paper to get
myself clean. And when I flushed it left skidmarks in the toilet.
I feel a little better but my stomach is still bothering me so hopefully
after my coffee and drinking some more water the rest will come out. Let
me say though that I really needed that! I was kind of struggling over
the last few days to even produce anything.
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new guy
comments & stuff
To: Jen great peeing story and that doctor should be used to stuff like
that and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Michael great story about your girlfriend pooping her pants and you
helping and comforting her she lucky to have you and please share anymore
stories you might have thanks.
To: Firecracker Girl great story about hearing that woman pooping and as
always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Story Teller great story about hearing that woman pooping in the
bathroom and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Amylee as always another great story form the ladies room and that
one lady cloging and a question im not sure I have asked it or not have
you told any of your friends or your boss leigh about this site im sure
she would love it and everybody would welcome her with open arms and as
always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Shelly as always another great pooping story and if toilets could
talk they would probaly say to some people not you again or great its you
or something like that its just something I think would be funny and as
always I look forward to your next post.
To: Hermes great story about hearing those 2 girls Anya and Tasha both
pooping it sounds like you got a good show and a memory that last forever
and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Lucy great peeing story and as always I look forward to your next
post thanks.
To: Amanda V as always another great story about you pooping and at least
your friend didnt make fun of you though she was weirded and thats how
you know you have a true friend and as always I look forward to your next
post thanks.
To: Car Mom I know your daugther is to young to read some of the stuff on
here but does she help you when posting a story?
Well thats all for now and at some point when I have enough time I will
make a list of all the different movies, tv shows and books that have
female pooping scenes or bathroom scenes in them that I know of.
Sincerly new guy
PS. I love this site
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new guy
lady farts
I just heard a lady fart she was in a wheelchair and I think she was
reaching for something and while she was doing that she let a loud fart.
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