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Lucy

Held it as long as I could

I didn’t have to work today, so I just stayed home to enjoy my day off.
Shortly after eating lunch I felt an urge to take a dump. Normally, I’d
go when I first feel the need or shorty thereafter, but today I decided
to just hold it until I couldn’t anymore. Just like Wendy and Kirsty post
about here, I too love the feeling I get when I’m totally bursting to pee
or poo and then the relief of going.

I didn’t even really have to hold it for a while, just ignore the small
signs my body was sending me. I made it about an hour before I really was
squirming and it was getting hard to hold it anymore. But I didn’t want
to give in and go just yet. I clenched my buttcheeks shut and held on for
a while longer. I took off my jeans to relieve a little pressure and that
helped. But I had to go so bad and yet I was feeling so amazing right
then. I think it had been close to 90 more minutes when I felt I might
lose it any minute.

I took off my panties and went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I
continued to clench and hold my turds inside, but I wanted to be on the
toilet when it got to be too much. Five minutes later and my anus opened
and a turd was almost poking out. I managed to clench and hold it for a
little longer. A very short time later my anus opened again and once more
I fought it and still held on. The third time was the charm for the turd,
as I just couldn’t hold it anymore after that.

My feeling of desperation turned to pure relief in that moment, as the
turd wormed out of my anus. It came fairly quickly and grew to what felt
like a foot long before it broke off. Another turd followed with little
delay, a little slower than the first one, and it came out eight or nine
inches. Finally, a third turd slowly came out but broke off at only four
inches. Once I was done, I wiped thoroughly and flushed my dump down.

I think I’ll try it again next week on my day off, and I hope I can make
it three hours. What about all of you? What’s the longest you’ve ever
held back a dump for?

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Upstate Dave

Concealed Peeing

Kirsty here is a short post that when I was younger a girl that could
conceal that she could pee almost anywhere when she was outside even when
other people were around. Barbie most of the time would be wearing a
dress or skirt. It was rare for her to wear jeans.

Now too Barbie would not have panties on which was the other part of
being able to pee concealed when she would take a pee without being seen.
Now when a girl is wearing a skirt or dress when you sit down you do have
the dress or skirt under you. If Barbie sat and was going to pee she had
her skirt or dress around her but not under her. Thus she could pee.

If she was siting on the ground she had her dress or skirt the same way
and could go. Other times she would kneel on the ground with her legs
apart and pee that way! Barbie to also conceal that she was peeing would
pee slowly so that there was no sound of a hiss to give her away along
with no splash either. Since she and I were so close there were many
times Barbie woud do a concelaed pee and after tell me she had done it.

My wife and I a number of years back in the early 1980s took a second
honeymoon trip which took us up into Canada as part of our second
honeymoon. As far as part of the trip we either camped in a tent or
stayed in hotels. We camped when we were going to visit different places
in Quebec.

We stayed in a big park north of Quebec. It was early June at the time so
the weather was warm durring the day and the nights cool but not cold. We
were to stay for three nights and visit in Quebec for four days. We got a
very nice campsite on a small island in a large creek which there was a
foot bridge over the creek out to the island to the campsite.

We had arrived just befor noon so we ate right after geting the tent
setup and everything else done. We didn’t plan to go down to Quebec
today. We would go tomorrow. So we did drive up to the lake which were
the beach was and the creek was from the lake that we wre camped by.

After spending the afternoon at the beach we drove back down to our
campsite. Made up a great supper and relaxed till it became dark. Now we
turned in with both of us peeing befor turning in. Inside the tent we
both got undressed and got into the sleepingbags. Soon we both were sound
asleep. We both slept soundly all through the night.

Even though we both had peed befor turning in my wife had drank quite a
lot befor turning in too. Now durring the night it had warmed up instead
of being a cool night. So I woke up early a little bit past sunrise my
wife had the sleepingbag open and was laying there naked but still asleep.

Now she was dreaming for she was moaning with her hands traveling over
her body. Then suddenly her hands stoped moving and as I looked at her
now out from her vagina came a hard stream of piss which arced right
through the air going right out the screening of the tents door! Going
well past the front of the tent and came down in a big patch of dirt near
the picnic table!

The distance that her piss stream had went from inside the tent to where
it came down had to be over six feet! There was no hissing with her hard
piss. At least not at first. There was only the splashing of her piss
landing on the dirt outside the tent. I sat there looking at her vagina
and then outside the tent watching her piss stream in almost its entire
legth it was going.

This piss had to last between 30 to 45 seconds. It did hiss in its last
ten seconds or so. What was sort of odd was her stream stopped cleanly
too. Then after she had stopped my wife closed her legs back yp turned
over on her side covering back up with the sleepingbag and had not woken
up doing all this sleeping! I would wake her up later and tell her what
she had done while we ate breakfast. She just sat there laughing but she
did believe she had done it. Upstate Dave

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John
Hi again! Further to the story of my wife’s sister as I was laying in the
bath wondering what her posh bridge club friends would make of her
lavatorial exploits or was this just a one-off! Anyways when I got back
downstairs my wife had come back from shopping and we all chatted for an
hour or so then I said I had to go to work. Wife’s sis said its on her
way back so she’d take me, that was fine by me. When we got in the car I
decided to be inquisitive as to her bm not expecting her to be candid in
anyway. I said “are you ok? I was a bit concerned the way you rushed to
the loo”. She told me that she’d been out for a meal the prevlous night
and tried going in the morning and couldnt. So I said so you’d thought
you’d release your WMDs on our poor unsuspecting toilet and she laughed
saying she was embarrased by the smell. I said dont worry it shows you’re
just like the rest of us. Ever since we’ve both been relaxed with each
others company and my wife’s even commented on how her big sis has now
lightened up. Wonder whats happened to Susan, Steph, Alex et al? Be good
to hear from them again! Bye for now.

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Luna Lovegood
Hi,

I seem to have a lot of diarreah around my period, so my doctor has but
me on the pill to try and control this, but I was wondering if there was
anything you knew that would reduce the risk of diarreah?

(To Ciara: I love your stories, but have you heard of a band called
‘Tokio hotel’ – EXACTLY the same names as your friends (Bill and Tom (and
Bill’s girlfriend Heather) the twins, Gustav and Georg)! Strange!)

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John
Last week I recounted the story of seeing my mother take a poo for the
first time. As I was growing up I became more aware of her lavatorial
habits. It was always “I must spend a penny” if she needed a wee or “duty
calls” for a poo! Duty calls was always my cue to go and listen outside
the toilet door and become aroused. I always heard the rustle of the
skirt and underware as she made the necessary arrangements to perform
which was fairly consistant. Upon sitting down she would always do a
delicate ahem or two then after 10 to 15 seconds start to pee. Always a
minute or so silence then another small pee then plop! There would then
be a series of plops each one accompanied by a quiet mmm. Then there
would be silence for a couple of minutes and she’d quietly say to herself
“ooh I think there’s more” then the hiss of another pee and a sequence of
up to a dozen little plops. TP time and my cue to make a quick, quiet
exit. When she reappears she says, and still does to this day “Ahh the
relief of Mafeking”. Bye for now.

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Wendy

Shy pooper

When I I was 14, I went on a field trip with my class to study the local
countryside. We were told to use the toilet before we left school as
there would not be any toilets where we were going. I needed to poo quite
badly as I hadn’t been for three days but only peed as I was too shy to
poo with all the other girls around me. I’d We all got on the coach to
take up to some woodland country park that was a few miles away from the
school & fourty minutes later we arrived in the car park. We all got off
the coach & started exploring the woods around us. After about three
hours a few girls complained they needed to pee so the teacher let then
pee behind the trees. I needed to pee as well so I joined them only I
needed to poo really badly as well. I couldn’t do that here so I just
peed & tried to my poo in. The trouble was I was squatting & my anus was
being forced open & I felt a hard knobly turd emerging. I tried to clench
against it but my bowels had other ideas & it continued to advance. It
was a big one & I had to push hard to get it to come out. All the other
girly had finished peeing leaving me still pooing. Everyone knew what I
was doing & it was so embarrassing. However I had to empty my bowels & I
decided to finish it, so I continued to push untill a huge turd dropped
with a thud. There was more to come so I pushed again. Not as hard as
before as it was softer & almost came out on its own. It coiled up around
the first load & piled up on top of it. By the time I was done I had a
huge pile under me & it was a huge relief. Everyone knew I’d done a
really big poo by now but I seam to have lost my poo shyness after that.

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Rag Muffin Reanna

Thoughts for Frantic Francine & Caryl Marie

Me and Tank, my debate partner, have been really busy with school and
working to qualify for a national debate tournament this summer. When
we’re working very late at night at school, in my room or at Tank’s
house, we sometimes take breaks and get caught up with the last few posts
here.

Yesterday, Tank came across Frantic Francine’s post on Page 2012 where
her friend Caryl Marie asks her rhetorically (I’m assuming) three
questions: a) would I be happier if I had a penis and could use a
urinal?; b) would it be easier?; c) would it be cleaner?

First, I’ll go:

a) Sure, the urinal would be faster than the large lines in many of the
girls’ bathrooms, especially the ones at my school. And it may be just my
luck, but it seems that I spend a lot of time waiting for the crappers to
get off the stools and out of the stalls. However, I like the privacy of
the stall. Not all of the stalls have doors, but at least there are the
partitions.
b) I don’t think so. I think I would be freaked out by others watching
me. A couple of times at school I’ve gone in with Tank and I’ve noticed
that the urinals have nothing that separate them from one another. And
there was at least 20 or 25 of them right close to another. I need my
space.
c) Cleaner? Touching your organ? Then the flusher? Would there be a
splash-back? Tank says that happens sometimes when the auto-flush goes
off and he hasn’t tucked his organ back in.

Note: Tank, because of his large physical size and previously being a
victim of bullying, when he’s at school, will often go into a stall and
pee.

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new guy

comments & stuff

To: Wendy & Kirsty, Kirsty your idea sounds like the perfect way for
woman or girl to go to the bathroom without anyone noticing except maybe
the sounds but that cant be helped sometimes and its also easy if you are
very desperate and great story about your accident in school and I would
have to agree but also disagree with that idea because there would be the
people who abuse it just to get out of class but thats the risk because
its better for a student who is beyond desperate to go instead of waiting
for the bathroom pass to come back or the teacher to write one so in
short in would all depend on trust and also great story about the
accident you had while riding your bike and Wendy great story about you
pooping behind that van and also having an accident in front of Kirsty
when you were younger and also that girl have an accident but then
alowing her to go into the staff bathroom to get cleaned up and sorry
about such a long response but you guys had lots of great stories which
is a good thing and as always I look forward to your guys next post
thanks.

To: Paul From Germany sorry to hear you broke up with Claudia but it
sounds like you found someone who likes outdoor pooping and maybe
overtime will be open about her other pooping habits and as always I look
forward to your next post thanks.

To: Emma great pooping story and as always I look forward to your next
post thanks.

To: Whistlr great story about hearing that woman talking a her poop and
as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Braidy great story that bathroom sounds pretty interesting especialy
for people who like all the atetion but not so good for the ones that are
shy and/or want there privacy but if your desperate any bathroom will do
and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Kelly great story it sounds you were lucky it wasnt diarrhea or very
soft because you wouldnt have been able to hold it and probaly would have
to get up to use the bathroom or have an accident and as always I look
forward to your next post thanks.

To: Amylee glad to hear from you again and you and your boss Leigh and
your friend Ann all pooping at the same and Leigh being her usual self
and it sounds like Ann just made it and it sounds like your starting to
get over your poop shyness and a repeat question have you told leah about
this site yet I be she would like it and probaly have lots of good
stories to tell and as always I look forwrd to your next post thanks.

To: Ciara great story about seeing your friend Heather having explosive
diarrhea and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Hermes as always another great story aout hearing a woman poop and as
always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Mike G great story about seeing your friend Christina pooping in the
bathroom I bet you might get to see that more and if you do please post
about it thanks.

To: Abbie great story about you and all those other girls pooping in
front of each other and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Rachel great story about you pooping and peeing your pants in front
of your boyfriend it sounds like he liked what he saw and as always I
look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Anny I bet you felt better after getting that beast out and as always
I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Nikki great peeing story and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Leanne great story about you and your friend Lauren pooping together
and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

A quick pee story one time I swiming in my friends pool when I had to pee
I dint want to get out and pee so I just peed in the pool and later on at
home I sat in my chair to watch TV still were my wet clothes which were
almost dry so I figured it wouldnt matter if my chair got a little wet
but later on I noticed my chair started to smell like pee and when I
learned that even if your pants are soaking wet from water you pee is
some how stronger and dosent get rinsed out.

Well thats all for now sorry about the long post I had alot to say.

Sincerly new guy

PS. I love this site

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Leanne
Hi everyone!

Abbie- It’s good to be posting again! I enjoyed your last story and I’m
looking forward to more! I’ll post as often as I can before I go back to
uni at the start of May.

Here’s part 2 of my school ski trip story.

The morning after we arrived I woke up quite early. I could hear birds
chirping and it was just starting to get light. I had a full bladder but
it was too early to get up so I rolled over and tried to go back to
sleep. I woke up again when our alarm went off. We got up, yawning and
stretching. I went for a shower and a hissing wee that lasted for almost
a minute. Lauren had a wee of her own after and we went for breakfast- a
big buffet, bread rolls, cereal, fruit etc. We loaded up and then we all
went to get our skis. After we got the cable car to the slopes the
teachers said we could go wherever we liked and to meet at the same place
in the afternoon. Lauren and I skied off with our friends Abbie, who is
quite short and has black hair, and Jade, who is as tall as me and has
blonde hair. After a few runs we went for lunch at a cafe up in the
mountains- we skied up to it and left our skis in the racks. Before we
did anything else we all went for a wee and then found a table. We all
had rosti- a big, big plate of rosti with cheese and bacon. It was
delicious, and so was the apple cake we had for pudding! I was full
afterwards. Abbie went to the toilet again before we started skiing
again. A few hours later I started to get a rumbling in my stomach and
soon enough I had to go. There were a couple of hours until we would all
regroup and go down again and I doubted I could wait that long. But I
couldn’t pluck up the courage to tell the others that I had to poo
because we were all having so much fun skiing. My urge wasn’t strong so I
waited. After we went down to the hostel I forgot all about my urge and
then we went straight for dinner in a nearby restaurant. I had a pork
schnitzel and chips, and after I ate it I suddenly had to go badly. We
were still waiting for dessert, but then Jade said to me, ‘I’m just going
to the toilet.’ I told her I had to go too and we both went to the
ladies. There were three cubicles and we took adjacent ones. I heard Jade
drop her trousers and sit and I did the same. She let off a crackling
fart and said, ‘oh!’ We were alone in the toilets and she said to me,
‘I’ve been waiting for this all day!’ Quickly I heard a plop from her
cubicle. She explained she’d needed to poo since early afternoon, like
me, but hadn’t had time to go either, and that eating her dinner had
pushed her into desperation mode. I let go with two logs and then another
bigger one. Jade pushed out three more logs that made loud plops. We both
had big loads and there were intermittent plops for the next few minutes.
When we were done we headed back to the table and found dessert had not
yet come.
When we got back to our rooms that evening to get ready for bed, Lauren
dashed into the loo. She said that she had needed a poo since the first
bite of her dinner but she didn’t really want to go in the restaurant.
She let off a stinky fart first and then a big log followed by a longer
fart. I joked about the smell as she dropped a bunch of pieces. Then she
was done.

On Tuesday and Wednesday I just had a normal poo in our room in the
evening, but on Thursday I had a more interesting experience, which I
will leave until tomorrow because I have a cold and I want to go to bed!
Goodnight everyone!

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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

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Ciara

Spring Break (Part 4)

So, I noticed that my first three spring break stories didn’t post in
exact chronological order. Oh, well. Here’s another story:
Today, the guys, Heather, and I are going to Disney’s Animal Kingdom.
This morning, I woke up with a huge urge to poo. I quickly rushed to a
toilet, yanked down my pajamas and sat on the toilet. I let out a few
farts before three massive turds ripped out of me. As I was pushing out
the fourth turd, I heard Heather running frantically to the other
restroom, saying, “Gotta go, gotta go!”
I then heard her desperately yank down her pajamas, and as soon as she
sat on the toilet, soft poo splashed into the toilet. Heather moaned in
relief. I soon pushed out my fourth log while Heather made about three
more plops. We both cleaned ourselves up and hopped in the shower. As I
was showering, I heard Bill rush into the restroom, yank down his
pajamas, and sit on the toilet, breathing heavily. I couldn’t hear any
plopping sounds since I was showering, but I could tell by the foul
stench of poop in the air that Bill was doing some BIG business. When I
got out of the shower, Bill was still on the toilet straining out massive
turds. I peeked into the other restroom and saw that Georg was now doing
the same thing. They both finished up and got dressed. We are now ready
to go and we’re still waiting on Tom and Gustav to finish doing their
business. Tom and Gustav just came out of the restrooms, and we’re now
about to go to Disney’s Animal Kingdom.

To be continued…

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Kirsty

Relieving myself in public

I’ve discovered a great way to relieve myself in public without anyone
knowing what I’m doing. As long as it’s fairly dark I’ve found it’s easy
to it away with it. I wear a long skirt without any knickers on & find a
low wall & sit on it with my bum hanging over the edge. I can poo & pee
over the edge of the wall & no one has a clue whats going on. The first
time I did it was last night when I’d been out drinking with Wendy. I was
dying to pee & with nowhere to go I was about to wet myself. I saw a
garden wall in a secluded street & with Wendy standing in front of me I
took my knickers off & put them in my bag. I sat on the wall as described
& peed for England. It was a fantastic relief & Wendy loved watching me.

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Upstate Dave

Strange Places or Items Used When Peeing

I was just wondering what anyone here has used or gone when they have
needed to pee. Thre has bben some pretty strange places or items used
that have been posted about. If you don’t mind telling about your
instances I would like to hear about them.

I myslef have used glasses,cups,bottles, flower pots (big and small).
Also a old potbelly stove which was outside. Several sinks, a hole in a
floor where a toilet used to be in a abandoned old building that used to
be a bar. Out of a tree which I had done many times. Old outhouses which
when I was younger there were still some around where I lived at the
time. More then a half dozen at least that I remember. Oh one more place
I just though of. Junk cars while in a car junkyard. Upstate Dave

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Paul from Germany

The Cottage

Sorry, I haven’t posted much in a while. My private life has turned out
to be very interesting lately. I split up with Claudia shortly after the
road trip I’ve posted. In the end we had too many misunderstandings.
Meanwhile I have dated another girl called Milena. She is 22 years old,
170 cm tall and weighs 52 kg. Her father was from Nigeria and her mother
is from Germany, so her skin colour is brown. She is studiying
architecture at university. Milena is a really nice girl and I’m happy to
be together with her.

Her toilet habits however are very different. She only goes to the
bathroom to pee when we are together. Never has she pooped while we were
in her flat or in my flat. So she is a bit bathroom shy considered with
Claudia who defecated virtually everywhere. But this weekend we had to
visit an old cottage Milena’s mother had inherited from an old aunt that
had died. Milena asked me to come with her and have a look at the house
and the property. She hadn’t seen the cottage before so we didn’t know
its condition. But we looking forward to this all week because Milena’s
mother had told her that the cottage was near a beautiful lake in the
countryside. It meant just the two of us alone! We packed our suitcases
and I put the lawnmover and the chainsaw into the trailer to work in the
garden. Moreover I loaded some bottles of beer for the evenings and some
sodas.

We started on Friday afternoon after I had finished my work for the week.
Milena and I drove on for about 2 hours on this rather cold but sunny
day. We lost our way once but surprisingly came back on the right road a
bit later. The road leading to the cottage was a dirt road that went
through some dense woods. It suddenly stopped and we had to walk to the
cottage on a partly overgrown path. Then we saw it: It was an old wooden
cottage probably built back in the 50s. The paint had vanished and the
windows were very old and dirty but otherwise it seemed intact. On the
front side, separated from the house by the path and and a grassy area
was the beautiful small lake. In that grassy area bushes and trees had
grown so you couldn’t see much of the lake from the house. On the house’s
back side was a big overgrown garden. Behind it the woods began.
What a romantic place!

We went into the cottage and inspected it. Everything was dusty as it
hadn’t been used for more than a decade. There was an old power generator
that still worked! The cottage had two rooms, a living room and a
kitchen. Surprisingly there was no bathroom at all! When we went into the
garden we saw an old wooden outhouse on the far end that had collapsed!
Now Milena was shocked as we were to stay all weekend, but I convinced
her that we couldn’t drive off as we had to take care of the garden. I
walked back to the car to take our drinks and the chainsaw for cutting
the trees and the bushes that had grown. Milena was staying in the
cottage. On the way back to the cottage I stopped and peed on a tree.
Milena was in the meantime cleaning the house. A bit later we decided
that she should drive to the next village to get something to eat while I
would start to take care of the garden. About 45 minutes she came back
with some Greek take-aways she had bought from a Greek restaurant in the
village. It was delicious!

When we had finished MIlena told me that she had to go “outdoors”. I saw
her vanishing behind the bushes in the grassy area towards the lake. A
minute later she came back. I supposed she had peed there. We had a nice
evening with campfire and beer We sleeped in our sleeping bags The next
morning I woke up early while Milena was still asleep. I went out to get
some breakfast. When I reached our car I felt a pressure in my bowels. So
I took the toilet paper from the trunk and went behind the tree I had
peed onto the day before. After pulling down my pants I squatted and did
two long medium brown turds and a shorter one. The pile was steaming in
the cold morning air. I urinated, wiped and drove to the baker’s to buy
our breakfast.

When I came back to the cottage Milena had just got up. She went down to
the lake to wash. The lake’s water seemed to be perfectly clean. I
assumed that she did her morning pee there. She was so happy that I had
brought her the breakfast. However, having finished eating, she seemed to
be uncomfortable: I asked her what was up, but she answered: ” Nothing!”
We decided that Milena would mow the garden while I would cut most of the
trees and bushes on the property. At eleven o’ clock I drove to the
village and bought us something to eat. We had steaks, and from minute to
minute, Milena got more and more uncomfortable. I assumed that she needed
to go to the bathroom, but I didn’t mention this as she is bathroom shy.
However I told her that I was going for a pee. “Paul, I don’t know how to
say, but I need to use the bathroom!” Now it was clear to me that she
needed to poop. “OK, that’s not a problem! I’ll bring you some toilet
paper” I told her. “But where can I go? I’ ve never done it outdoors!”
“We’ll find a spot where nobody sees you and you can do it in peace” I
said. I had cut the trees sourrounding the lake in order to have a nice
view from the house. But a bit away, on public property, there were still
some dense bushes. There was a row directly in front of the lake and
another one behind the path. So nobody could see a person squatting
between those two rows of bushes. We headed there. When we arrived Milena
said ” Let’s do this! Paul, please look that nobody is coming! And don’t
watch me going!” She was unzipping and unbuckling her pants and
completely undressed her pants and pink panties. She handed them to me.
“It’s easier for me this way” she said.

I turned round and looked into the house’s direction while Milena was
squatting. She farted twice, barely audible. Meanwhile; I was waiting,
but I didn’t hear anything else. About two minutes later Milena said: ”
Paul, I can’t do it here. I need to use a proper bathroom!” I turned
round and went to her. Milena was squatting in a cramped low position.
She stood up and I hugged her and held her hand. “Milena, it’s not a
problem. Everyone needs to poop sometimes, and it’s really not difficult.
It’s much cleaner here than in a public restroom!” I showed her the
half-high position Claudia always used (although I didn’t tell her that.)
We chatted a bit and then she said that she would try it again as the
pressure was now unbearable. I turned round again and heard her farting
in my back, this time much louder. A few seconds later I heard a
crackling sound. I turned round a little bit. Milena was squatting now in
the half high position, her face looking down. A turd was emerging from
her back. She was straining, and the turd got longer and longer. Then
with a loud thud it fell into the short grass. Milena was concentrating
so hard that she didn’t see me watching her. She pushed again and another
turd appeared. Quickly it fell down onto her first turd, the pile now
clearly visible in the grass. Her anus opened again, and a third turd
emerged. I turned round so that she didn’t see me looking. By now, there
was a rather strong smell in the air. I heard a loud thud and Milena
exclaimed: ” Done!!!” I turned round and looked at her. She was still
squatting naked from the waist down and started emptying her bladder.
“So, now, was it a problem?” I asked her. “No, she replied. It was fairly
easy!” She wiped her front once and her back six or seven times and left
the used paper next to her big pile. Milena had done three big medium
brown turds. Only the beginning of the first turd was dark brown and a
bit knobby, but the rest had fairly the same colour. I handed her her
clothes and she dressed. We went back to work. On Sunday just before we
broke camp she had to go again. She went to the same spot and squatted
next to her first pile. This time she pooped two turds and some small
nuggets. Milena didn’t have any problems and only pulled down her pants
before going.She didn’t undress them this time. I would say that she’s an
outdoor pooper now.

Next weekend, if the weather is nice, we will paint the cottage.

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