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Sophomore
Cross Country
I am in grade 10. One day earlier in the year, I had a CC meet at my
school. The little kids ran before us so I volunteered to help for
service hours. I needed to shit buy their was no time. I worked some more
and as I tried to make it too the bathroom. It quickly got worse and
worse. I was told to redo the cones on the opposite side of the court. I
did that ASAP then I sprinted. I was sweating in panic. My coach asked me
to deliver a message but after seeing the urgency on my face he sent
someone else. I sprinted into the bathroom. Their was a handy apt stall
in use and a small stall available. I opened the door to fresh piss on
the seat but I didn’t care at the time. I ran in, locked the door, and
released some of the loudest noises imagineable. The other kid quickly
ran out. After 5 minutes of constant dumping, I looked down to see what
looked like cement filling half the toilet. I’m 6ft 1 in and extremely
thin (runners body). It’s hard to imagine how I could store that much
inside me. At this time, another runner had occupied the stall next to
me. I looked down to see shit covering the bowl, part of the wall, and
even some on my abs. After another 10 good minutes of random explosions.
The person next to to me gagged a time or too. It was a pain cleaning
myself. After a few minutes, the kid next to me started to wipe, only it
was too late. I stood up, looked at the damage, and make the mistake of
flushing. It was a hurricane of muddy shit. All over the walls, toilet,
but that’s not the worst part. It oozed under the stall divider and
destroyed the other kids pants and soaked into his gym bag. I sprinted
out after many swear words and frantic screaming. Later on the start
line, I saw someone with my cement crap caked into all their cloths. The
stall I used remained of order for a little over 3 months. That bathroom
will never be the same…
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Megan
Abbie- Sounds like you just made it in time! Yes, I’m still going most
days which I’m glad about. Hope you can keep going more frequently!
Stan- I can’t really remember what the girl who was waiting looked like,
other than she was blonde. I think my plops were louder!
On the bank holiday weekend since it was lovely weather for a change I
went back to the national park nearby where the doorless loos are. After
a walk I needed to head there to do a poo.
Going in I could see someone’s feet under the first cubicle. I walked
over to the cubicles and saw that there was a girl about my age sitting
on it. She had her jeans and knickers pulled down just far enough to go
and was pulling off some toilet paper. In the second cubicle was a chubby
brunette of about 15. She had her tracksuit trousers and black and purple
knickers nearly at her feet. She looked a little embarrassed at being
seen with her pants down! I sat on the third and final cubicle next to
her. Judging from the smell my neighbour had just started doing a poo of
her own. This was confirmed a minute later when I heard a plop from her
cubicle. I did two big logs of my own to start my poo off. The other girl
flushed and left and then my neighbour did another piece. I did two more
and then we both farted, almost in unison! I did one final piece and I
was done. I wiped, flushed and walked to the sinks, seeing the 15 year
old still sitting on the toilet finishing her poo.
All in all, another enjoyable trip to the doorless loos!
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Quinn
Girlfriend’s predicament
Both me and my boyfriend had been dating for the past few years now.
We’re both 17 and a senior at our local high school. Last night, my
girlfriend and I were at this park not too far from our houses and
enjoying the stars while suddenly I heard her making these discomfort
noises. I asked if she was okay and she said she were, but about 10
minutes later, she told me she had to poop really badly. I asked if she
could make it back to her place, which she immediately replied that she
didn’t think she could because the urge is getting very bad. I looked
around and said she should just do it here because no one was around. She
hesitated because she never did this sort of thing before but she didn’t
seem to have much of a chance to decide, so she quickly got up and slid
her panties off and bent her knees down, then told me to stand guard.
She suddenly stiffens while she lets out a loud one, which immediately
followed by this thick poop that came out somewhat slowly. She continued
to grunt while she pooped, then this hissing sound came as she started to
pee a little bit. While she was relieving herself from both parts of her
bodily functions, she told me she feels really good because she’s been
holding in her load since she woke up late this morning and was having a
really busy school day earlier. After 10 full minutes, she was finally
pooping, and she expelled 1 long turd and 1 shorter but still kind of
large turd. I handed her a left over napkin from the burger joint we were
at a few hours before.
She showed signs of relief but she started to get embarrassed about what
happened because she never had to do this in front of me. After all that,
we just went on home and whatever happened later that night is all open
for speculations.
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Saturday, May 11, 2013
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Hi all,
Recently I had a very interesting experience on my way home. I shall
recount it, with some alterations to names etc in the interests of
privacy.
The other day I was waiting at a bus stop at about 10.30pm in the nearby
town. I had been waiting for about 15 minutes when two girls I vaugely
knew arrived. They’d been to the pub with friends and were heaving home.
They were lived a few streets away from me in the village and I had seen
them around a few times. Maddy was about 18, tall with long dark brown
hair, quite curvy, and wearing a figure-hugging white dress. She was
naturally talkative even when sober, so when a little tipsy became even
more so. Ella was mixed-race, skinnier and shorter than her friend.
Maddy, I noticed, seemed to be crossing her legs and fidgeting. They
needed the number 42 bus, and our village was about a 20 minute ride
away. The indicator showed the next bus to be 4 minutes away, the one
behind that was half an hour away. Maddy turned to her friend and pointed
at a McDonalds opposite the stop, and said “Right Ella we can go over
there and have a wee before we get on the bus!”. Ella replied that they
couldn’t, as the bus was due in 4 minutes time and they wouldn’t get back
quick enough. Maddy seemed to accept this although she looked
uncomfortable. The bus duly arrived and for once was pretty quiet. The
girls sat at the front upstairs, I sat a few rows behind. Ella, who was a
little more sober, was saying that they needed to get off the bus and
then go to the off-license before going on to the house. The other girl,
Maddy, was complaining very loudly that she was “busting for a wee!”. She
turned around and asked me if I knew if the public toilet was still there
behind the shops. “Yes, there is, but it shuts at 6pm!”. She looked
worried, and said “Oh I hope it’s still open, I can’t wait while you go
in the off-license, I’d wet myself!”. Ella said they had no choice, if
they went home and returned to the off license it would be shut. She was
rolling her eyes and apologising for her friends drunkenness. Maddy
wailed “I need a wee, I should have gone before I left the pub, I broke
the seal and I’m bursting!”. Ella looked bored and told her to cross her
legs, which of course she was already doing.
About five minutes later, we pulled into the village that we were all
getting off at. The bus stops next to a row of shops including an
off-license, post office etc. Where the girls live was probably another
15 minutes walk from here. Ella firmly told Maddy that they needed to go
to the off-license first. Maddy was, by this point, crossing her legs and
hanging off her friend’s arm, saying that “I’m almost about to wet
myself, seriously, I can’t wait!”. Ella seemed fed up with this and was
determined to go into the off license, “Look you wait outside I’ll be
done in a few minutes”. Maddy shouted after her “I’ll have wet myself in
a few minutes!”.
She turned to me, who had just watched this argument, and said “Please,
show me where the toilets are, just in case they’re open, pleeease?”. I
told her I doubted very much that they were open, but we could go and see
if she wanted. She was doubling up and holding herself as we walked down
an alleyway to the back of the row of shops where there was an asphalt
carpark. The toilets were situated at the end, in a concrete pre-fab
building. “Sorry” I said, noticing the lights were off “looks like
they’re shut”. “We don’t know, maybe they are open, we have to try!” said
Maddy who drunkenly started to hobble towards the building “Oh god I have
to wee so badly, I’m sorry, I’ve been drinking and I can’t hold it in!”.
Maddy reached the building, and found the stout wooden door to be locked.
She whimpered, and said “No, no, noooo!”. Then she looked at me and said
“I’m sorry, I’m going to find somewhere to do a squat, I just can’t
wait”. I suggested we go around the back of the building where there was
a bush she could squat in. She started to walk awkwardly towards the back
of the building, and then shreiked “Oh my god it’s coming out, no, I’m
sorry!”. She stopped underneath a street lamp with her back to the wall
of the toilet block, dropped her handbag on the floor, lifted her skirt
up revealing a pair of pink knickers, which she swiftly pulled down and
squatted on the floor. As she squatted a long, hissing stream could be
heard splattering down onto the asphalt floor. She sighed, heavily, and
continued pissing for about a minute and a half. She stopped pissing and
sighed, then said “I’m so sorry, I really couldn’t wait any longer”. I
said it wasn’t a problem at all. She continued “I just want to make sure
I’ve got it all out” and grunted as she pushed out another smaller
stream. She farted loudly, then picked up her handbag rummaged around,
presumably looking for a tissue, then looked at her knickers which had a
small wet patch on as well as a skidmark, before pulling them up and
pulling her skirt down. She stood up and then seemed to realise what had
happened. “Oh my god, I actually just pissed in a car park! Please don’t
tell Ella, she’ll think it’s disgusting, if she finds out I pissed on the
floor, please?”.
I agreed I would keep quiet, and we walked back around the front of the
shops, where Ella was waiting. By this time Maddy was calm and not
crossing her legs, so it would be obvious to any observer that she had
been relieved, and indeed Ella said “Oh, you didn’t wet yourself did
you?!”. Before Maddy could say something drunken and stupid, I explained
that the toilets had been left unlocked and she’d been able to go in
there. I did worry for a second that Ella would decide she needed to go
and find the toilets locked, but luckily she didn’t. Maddy was still
quite tipsy on the walk home, and talked about how she had meant to go
before they left the pub in town, but got side-tracked and didn’t, and
then realised what a mistake it was. We reached the end of their street
and I said goodnight to them. As we left Maddy said “thank you, I’d have
wet myself otherwise!”. And I said it was no problem. It really wasn’t!.
— UKNGuy.
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Blind Guy
To LaLa Regarding Adult Briefs
Greetings. If you found the diapers you tried to be uncomfortable and
unable to hold anything, you probably tried one of the horrid brands like
Depends or Attends. If you want to actually use diapers, your best bet is
to buy decent ones from internet shops or medical supply stores. These
brands, like Abena and Molicare and Dry 24/7, are more expensive at first
glance. However, one must take into account that the cheap crappy ones,
if you will pardon the pun, end up mneding to be changed more often,
making them just as pricy if not more so, not to mention their leakiness.
I could give you places on line to look, but the moderator would probably
not permit me to mention specific internet shhops. And in case you wonder
how I know about this, I dealt with enuresis in college and needed to be
discrete until I was able to find a way to cure the problem. I also love
peeing in unusual places though, and wish all those who share this
interest good luck.
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Little Mandi
Today my stomach is being kind of weird.
I was out all day with my friend and all day I felt like I had to go
poop. I had that warm feeling in my butt like there was poop right there
waiting to come out but I knew if I went and sat on the toilet nothing
would come out. It wasn’t really bothering me so I just ignored it.
Anyway,the day went on and I was almost home at my house. I swear my body
sensed when I was near home. The urge came back full on and my stomach
was rumbling a little bit. This time I knew I had to get on the toilet.
As soon as I got inside I rushed up to the bathroom expecting to explode
with diarrhea cause I had that warm wet feeling in my butt but instead
when I sat down what came out was 3 long wet farts and some soft poop. I
definitely felt like there was more in me but again all that came out was
gas. I came down and drank a little prune juice to see if that will clear
me out. I didn’t drink as much as I usually would cause I have work but
we shall see what happens.
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Car Mom
Long Time!
Well its definitely been a while! I don’t know how many people missed me
but I’m sure some of you have and so here I am! I’ve been away for a long
time. I think a year actually. I was in a couple relationships with guys
but I won’t get into that. What I will get into is the fact that I got a
new car. My Neon finally went out on me. I know its sad for sure! Its
like a part of the family especially since it had so much pee soaked in
it from so many different people. So many women and girls have relieved
themselves into that car which was so wonderful but now sadly I had to
get rid of it. And so I did and I decided to get a minivan. Now all this
coincided with my relationships so at first I wasn’t going to use the van
as a pee car. I was actually going to consider living like a normal
person hahahaha! Well that didn’t last too long and neither did the
relationships. And so after all that was over with I decided that I
wanted to start peeing in my car again and this time it would be in my
minivan. And so I did. I decided that I would limit my pees to the back
seats because I wanted the front seats to stay nice at least for now. My
minivan has gray cloth seats by the way. When I bought it I close gray
cloth just in case I would ever want to pee in them someday. I’m glad I
did that because the pee will soak into the seats more and gray is
perfect because you can see the pee stains more. So anyway I decided that
I would be Car Mom again and so I have already peed in my car a few times
and so did Kaylee although I think she might be losing interest in it
actually. She is 11 now and peeing in places like cars isn’t something
she enjoys like she did when she was younger. She also told me that her
friends didn’t want to do something like that anymore. And so she only
does it when she absolutely has to which is fine. As for me I do it
whenever I feel like it and I’ve been doing it for about a month now. But
now that I’ve been doing it again I’m starting to feel like I want
someone else to do it with me. By the way I should mention that neither
Laura or Lori are in my life anymore and haven’t been for a long time. We
all had a big falling out which I might tell about in the future. They
are both gone for good I think. Especially Laura.
And so I decided that I needed to find someone to do it with. At first I
thought of a few of the other women who have done it with me but then I
decided that I wanted someone to do it who I’ve never met before. A total
stranger. This was nothing new for me. I had done this with my Neon and
it was always fun to get strangers to pee in my car especially when it
was someone I knew I probably wouldn’t see again. And so I decided to get
someone like that to do it.
I decided that the thrift store I always go to would be the perfect place
to find someone because there are always people there and they don’t have
bathrooms there. And so for the next week or so I went there almost on a
daily basis. Its usually hard to find someone right away and especially
someone who is willing to pee in a car. Then finally two days ago I found
someone who I thought would be good and whose pee I would have wanted in
my seat. I walked up to where she was looking at some clothes and slowly
started a conversation about the clothes we were looking at and then
eventually when I saw that she was friendly and liked talking with me I
asked her “do you know where the bathroom is?” She smiled and said “no
they don’t have bathrooms here” and I said “oh that sucks” and she said
“yeah I’m gonna have to go and use one somewhere pretty quick.” I was so
glad to hear her say that. That’s when I said “yeah if you want to know
the truth I think I’m just gonna go out to my car and use the bathroom
there.” She looked at me and said “What” and I said “yeah sometimes I
just go in my car. Its easier anyway.” She was surprised of course. She
said “you mean you have a cup or something in there that you use” and I
said “no I don’t. I just sit on the seat and go.” Then she said “you mean
you just pee right into the seat” and I said “yeah I do.” Then I said
something even more bold. I said “you can do it too if you want.” She
said “What? Are you sure?” and I said “yeah you can. Come on. Then you
don’t have to leave the store.” Of course she said she liked that idea
and she also said “its your car if you don’t care I sure don’t. I don’t
care where I pee as long as I pee.” Then she laughed and so did I.
We walked out of the building and she said “man I really appreciate this”
and I thought to myself “me too” and then we got to my car and she then
said “should I just get in anywhere” and I told her she could sit in the
middle seat on the passenger side where no one had ever peed before. I
wanted her to pee somewhere like that so that her pee would be the first
to go there. I opened the door and brushed off the seat with my hand for
her. Then I watched as she pulled down her pants and sat down on the
clean gray seat. She then said “I can just start going then?” and I said
“yeah just go ahead and start.” Then she said “ok” and she started to
relax. Almost immediately I heard a hiss. She was peeing. She was letting
herself pee right into my seat. She then started to laugh. I laughed too.
I was glad she was liking what she was doing at least enough to have
laughed at it. I was even more glad that someone was finally relieving
herself into my new car. And it was someone who I never met before and
might not ever see again. I didn’t even know her name at the time
although I found out later before we went back into the store that it was
Tamika. She was an African American and probably in her early 40s. And
that was all I knew about her.
Tamika kept peeing into my seat. She was peeing a lot and it was
spreading across the seat and making the gray material yellow. I kept
looking over at what she was doing being careful not to stare at her. She
was peeing a lot. I knew the cushion was getting a good soak. It needed
one. Tamika kept peeing. The smell of her pee was very noticeable. It had
been a while since I myself had peed in my minivan and I haven’t done it
very many times yet. So the smell of pee was very strong. Then after a
few more seconds Tamika let a fart as she peed. She laughed and so did I
but I was enjoying it too. It was nice having a woman farting and peeing
in my car again. After a few more seconds she was done. She smiled and
said “I can’t believe I just peed in a car!” and then we laughed and went
back into the building. Later when I left the store I looked at her spot
and was glad I got her to do that.
Well that’s it for now I guess! I will start to pee in my car again
whenever I get the urge and will also keep looking for more opportunities
for other people to do a pee in my car too. When I was dating those guys
I also got a lot of new furniture and things so I am still deciding on
whether or not I will go back to peeing in different places in my
apartment or not. I’m thinking I probably won’t for now. If I do it will
only be on one or two things and only once in a while. Well I guess
that’s it for now! Looks like I might post more if I get a positive
response!
See ya!
Car Mom :]
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Kim_H
Hi Kristina
Recent lurker, first time poster. I’m a 26 year old grad student. I
thought I was the only “otherwise sane” person who enjoyed soiling
herself. I saw your post where you peed yourself due to allergies, that
piqued my curiosity, I went back and searched under your name and found a
few more accounts of your experiences and.. well, consider yourself you
have a partner in crime. I’m single, but I share the apartment/bathroom
with roommate so opportunity for these things really are few and far
between. Also I’m a pretty busy person with my graduate work, but I just
wanted to write something here and let you know that I love your posts !.
In fact, I will write about one or two of my own experiences when time
permits.
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Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Ryan it sounds like your girlfriend had a pretty nasty poop but at
least you were there to help her.
To: Mystery Poster great story about your big poop at school.
To: Pat great story about you and Artiss.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerly Brandon T
PS I love this site
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Tim
Strange Childhood Toilets
Hi, everyone, it’s me again with another childhood story. At our house
when I was ten, we had a large shed at the end of the backyard, with
empty space at the back of it. There weren’t any close neighbours, so I
made that space my toilet area. I dug a hole with a shovel and found a
bit of wood with a hole in it and placed it over the hole and put some
bricks under the wood. whenever I was playing outside and needed a poo,
I’d just go around the back of the shed and sit on the hole. I even
brought a book to read and some paper to wipe with. Once, when I had a
stomach bug, I urgently needed a number two, but I couldn’t make it to my
little toilet, so I had to dig a hole with a shovel and squat over it to
do my business. It was totally liquid coming out, I didn’t even need to
wipe!
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Phil
Post Title (optional) To Blue Orb
You gave the male gentry on this site wonderful pieces of advice, but I
do not think I’d have the courage to approach my wife of 15 years on this
subject.
Please tell us more about you witnessing your GF’s pooping sessions.
Peace.
Phil
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Isabella
Extreme diarrhea
At school on Thursday I had to poop so bad. I was sitting in Spanish
class when I felt some bad diarrhea hit me. It was from the tacos at
lunch. I asked to go to the bathroom and she thankfully said yes. I ran
out of the rum with my hands on my butt because I felt like I was going
to expload walking through the halls. When I got to the bathroom all the
stalls were all filled up. I then ran to the other one down the hall with
my hands still grabbing my butt desperately trying to hold it in. I ran
in there and there was already a girl in there. I could tell she pooped
because it smelled. There was a girl walking in as I was going on. I
quickly pulled down my pants and let myself expload before I even sat
down. I sat there for about 10 minutes spraying the toilet with my nasty
poop. The bathroom smelled bad but I felt a lot better
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LaLa
In response to Snozberry
Its nice to have some new faces around here. And i prefer per stories, so
its nice to have more of those too.
Yes, I’m like you and have enjoyed peeing and even sometimes pooping in
places other than the toilet. Mostly peeing though because poop smells
and is difficult to clean up. My first memories are of being a young
child and just peeing into my panties while sitting over the toilet. I
also loved to hold it as long as possible so that I would pee a lot. I’d
wake up in the morning bursting to pee, but I’d force myself to wait
until lunch time before I’d let myself go. Obviously, I developed an
incredible ability to hold my pee and never had accidents.
As I got older, I did become more adventurous as far as peeing out of
doors and even once into the carpet of a dressing room. I also loved to
sit on the warm curb and pee my pants into the warm concrete.
I am actually an adult now, but I still love to pee in weird places. My
favorite right now is to wear a long skirt with no underwear so I can
discretely pee outside. I pretty much do it every day when I take my dogs
outside to potty.
I also, when I get the opportunity, enjoy the feeling of peeing my pants.
Like I said, I’ve never accidentally done it, but I’ve done it on purpose
more times than I can count. I usually do it outside in the back yard,
but sometimes I sit on a folded up towel too. I’ve tried pooping my pants
twice, but it was so gross to clean up that I didn’t enjoy it.
A few years ago, I got really brave and bought a pack of adult diapers
thinking that I may like to pee into them as well. Despite being horribly
uncomfortable I found that they couldn’t even hold a full bladder worth
of pee. They leaked every single time. I’d be curious to see if others
have tried adult diapers and if they’ve ever had problems with leaking.
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Suzi
New constipation issues
I thought I’d seen it all with constipation, but(t) – late last week
while struggling to do a big dooh I had a sudden unexplained bout of
“exhaustion”. The feeling you get when you’re going to faint, you’re
suddenly sweating, gasping for breath, your heart racing…and my right
leg began “jumping” manically. Leaning forward in case I was about to
collapse, the “fit” took seemingly five minutes to pass (it probably
wasn;t even two). And then when I felt ready to resume the struggle to do
my smelly evil my leg continued to “jump” in between “pushes”. When I
managed to get it out I was amazed I hadn’t opened a fissure – but I
hadn’t, no blood in the bowl or on the paper.
I saw the doctor about it at the walk-in centre. Because there’d been no
recurrence of the symptoms all he could suggest was a “mild anxiety
attack”. Others have suggested it has something to do with the vagus
nerve. Well, in the meantime I’ve been back on the suppositories – using
them at the slightest suggestion that it won’t be easy for me to do my
dooh,
It seems to be constipation season, though. My daughter has been having
problems (yet again) for approx. a week – not so dramatic but the usual
inability to empty the filth pipe properly – so we’re currently draining
the reserves of adult and child size suppositories.
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Donny
Growing Up Holding My Pee
The 4 stands for mom, dad, and my older brother. When I was very young my
mom taught me to have a BM every day in the morning. Later my dad showed
me how to pee standing up. After I got in school, I would hold my pee all
day-5 hours. The boy’s room was dirty. I never wet my pants, but
sometimes I had to rush home to pee in my bathroom. My pee would gush at
least for a minute. Also I guess that I held my pee because my dad never
urinated when he was working outside building houses where there weren’t
any bathrooms. He learned to hold it for 8 hours. Later when I was 12 I
changed schools. I went to middle school and then high school. We had to
change rooms every hour. We had 5 minutes to do that, but we didn’t have
enough time to piss. In the middle of the day, the boy’s room (and the
girl’s room too) was always full. Most of us never could go then and held
our pee all day-8 hours. Sometimes when some of us walked home we had to
follow a trail through the woods. Most of us really had to pee badly and
got together to empty our bursting bladders in the forest. My best friend
and I always got behind a large tree and peed together. When we were
about 14 we showered after gym twice a week with other boys. My friend
and I noticed that all the boys including us did not have foreskins but
were circumcised. I asked my dad about it. He told me that just about all
boys and men in the USA are. So is my brother and dad. Mom and dad helped
us grow up. I still poo in the morning and hold my pee for long times. I
have a very large bladder. So does my dad.
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Abbie
Latest story
Hi, Abbie here again with a story, I’ll get to it in a sec after some
comments.
Lara- sorry to hear that your friend Beth ended up so nervous before your
show that she had diarhea, it must have been pretty embarrassing for her.
Good though that you needed a poo as well so at least she wasn’t on her
own. I look forward to your next story.
Megan- glad you made it to the loo in time after the presentations,
sounded like you and that other girl really had to go badly! Hope as well
you’re still managing to poo every day or every other day now you’re back
at uni, you mentioned that you’d got in a better routine during the
holidays.
Yesterday I got to school late and didn’t get time for my usual sit on
the loo before lessons. By morning break I had a heavy feeling in my
belly and knew a poo was coming but annoyingly I knew I wouldn’t have
enough time to use the toilet before I had to be in class again so I had
to hold it. Lunchtime was really busy as I had some work to finish off
and then a friend asked me to help her so by the time I looked at my
watch there was only 10 minutes to go until lessons started back up, and
once again I had no choice but to put off my ever worsening need. I just
about made it through afternoon lessons, by the time I stood up to go
home I was really having to clench my bum to stop my poo from poking out
into my pants. I remembered that Ellie and Beth were coming round to my
house after school and I hoped that neither of them would be desperate
for a poo as well! As we walked home together I casually mentioned that I
was badly in need of the toilet and would have to go as soon as we got
back, luckily Ellie said she’d been at lunchtime and Beth said she did
need a poo but it wasn’t too urgent so she would be able to wait. As I
unlocked my front door I lost control for a second and felt it starting
to come out, I quickly sucked it back up but I knew I was only seconds
away from pooing my pants which I didn’t really want to do in front of my
friends. We went up to my room and I took off my skirt, dropped it on my
bedroom floor and ran into my ensuite pulling down my yellow and pink
stripy pants as I went. I threw myself down onto the seat and my bottom
made a loud slapping noise but I was too desperate to care. I moaned as I
felt a big log start to slide out slowly, it felt so good to be able to
just relax and let it come. I looked down and saw there was a big mark in
my pants from where my poo had poked out so I knew I’d have to change
them once I was done. Ellie and Beth came in and sat on the floor so we
could have a chat. Its been really warm weather here lately so they were
both wearing skirts without tights, I could see their pants as they were
sitting cross legged, Ellie’s were red but Beth had white pants on so I
was hoping I’d be done in time so she didn’t get them dirty, I know from
personal experience what a pain it is to get dirty marks out of white
underwear. I was having to start pushing now as I could feel the log
getting fatter but luckily it kept on moving and didn’t get stuck. After
a couple of minutes of concentrated pushing I felt it moving faster and
it dropped with a loud plop which made Ellie and Beth giggle. Another log
started to make its way out, I noticed Beth starting to squirm a bit and
she said “Are you going to be much longer Abbie only I’m getting really
desperate now, its going to poke out into my pants any second.” She
shifted position and drew her knees up under her chin, I realised I’d
have to hurry as her pants looked really tight and were wedged up her bum
quite badly. I said “I’ll be as fast as I can, I’m almost done” and with
that I felt the second log drop, I finished with a quick wee and then
said “Right, I’m done, I’ll wipe standing so you can get on the loo
straight away.” Beth smiled and said “Thanks” then lifted her skirt,
eased down her pants and sat on the toilet, I saw that she had a big
skidmark. I wiped my bottom and asked Beth to move forward so I could
throw the paper away. I took off my pants and went back into my room to
get some clean ones, I opened my drawer and realised all my decent
underwear was in the wash so I had to cram my bum into a pair of pink
flowery pants that were about two sizes too small for me, I knew I’d had
them for ages. I put on a top and some leggings and went to find how Beth
was getting on, she looked a bit pink and was having to strain a bit.
Just then she grunted slightly and shortly after I heard a plop and then
after passing a few smaller pieces she said she was done. She quickly
wiped her bum and then pulled up her pants and let down her skirt, she
washed her hands and we went back into my room. I said “Do you want to
borrow some clean pants?” and Beth said “Yes thanks, mine got a bit
dirty.” I opened my drawer and Beth took out some pink and blue spotty
ones, I was really embarrassed as there was a label showing which said
age 13-14 which I hoped Beth hadn’t seen although I know that she and
Ellie wear girls pants too. She changed into them and then put on jeans
and a tee-shirt, by now Ellie had already changed out of her uniform too.
A bit later on Ellie went for a wee but she didn’t need a poo. Hope you
enjoyed this, will post again soon, bye for now!
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Tim
Backyard Toilet
As I said in my other post, I had a backyard toilet that I made myself. I
forgot to add that I later made it larger by adding another plank, to
make three seats. My friends and I would all go there for a pee or poo
when we were outside playing and needed the toilet. It was a great way to
bond when you were all 10 and sitting on the toilet, chatting away,
laughing and joking about the farts and the smells. I’m glad of the
experience.
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Tyler
For Steven A.
Hey Steven A…..that poop you did before the retreat….you don’t often
have 2 days worth inside of you; eh? So honestly….do you like the
feeling of a bigger poop? If you had a choice (and it wouldn’t affect
your health) would you prefer to poop bigger like that?
I know I would hehehe….
For some reason I’ve been farting a lot more lately. Like in bed. I love
lying there on my belly and feeling the pressure build up. Man I let rip
with three awesome ones this morning.
I wish you and I could tweet or text our urges as we felt them…where we
were….how strong it was….if we were purposely going to hold for a
while…..
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Anatomy student
Thanks for the advice Blue Orb
Your words are wise and I am greatful that you responded. I was engaged
to a girl that would let me see the aftermath before flushing, and would
talk to me on the phone during evacuation, but never let me in. She also
left me for some other guy… Gold digging skank! Thanks for your help
though. I might get back on the market this fall, if I finally get over
her.
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Shannon
Hey guys! My name is Shannon and I’m 22 years old. Most of my stories
involve my newest boyfriend (we’ve been dating for a little less than a
year) because he is very outspoken about his bathroom habits, but still
has a hard time going if there are people around. It’s really pretty
strange. Sometimes, he will just try to hold it until we’re alone, or
he’ll deny needing to use the bathroom completely and will try to sneak
off on his own if possible. I think this is just because he has a hard
time relaxing if I’m near him. One of my favorite stories is about when
we went to the beach at the end of last summer. We had walked pretty far
down and decided to have a couple of beers. Unfortunately, neither of us
was sure of the direction that the restrooms were in. I didn’t have to
pee too badly until I noticed him fidgeting around and thought “We
haven’t been to the bathroom since WAAAY before we left this morning..
maybe it’s time to think about finding one”. I didn’t say anything
because I still didn’t have to go that badly, and I was waiting to see if
he would mention it. About 30 minutes (and a beer for each of us) later,
he started to bounce his legs and seemed to be struggling to hold a
conversation with me. I knew these signs oh too well. I was feeling
honest because of the alcohol so I blurted out my questions, “J, Do you
need to pee, honey?”. “Nooo… but I’m tired, Can we go back to the room
soon?” This was his way of getting out of peeing in front of me, once
again. “No, I don’t want to yet, the sun feels nice”, I said to him. He
groaned and crossed his legs for a second, then shifted around like he
was trying to get comfortable. I didn’t want to push him too hard, but I
thought this was my chance to get him to relax a little. I prompted him
to have another beer, and he accepted it. Not long after, I knew he
wasn’t far from admitting how badly he needed to use the bathroom. When
he finally told me, he was moving around like crazy and very close to
tears. “Can you wait until we can walk back and find one?” I asked him.
“No, I can’t hold it much longer, I just didn’t want to tell you because
you can always wait longer than me”, he whined. “Well…” I thought for a
minute, “You could just pee where you’re sitting.. Your shorts are
already damp from swimming around and nobody is really around here
anyways”. He really didn’t want to do that, but I don’t think he had much
time to think of another solution. He grabbed my hand, closed his eyes,
and within seconds I heard his pee hiss through his shorts. A puddle
started to form underneath him because he was peeing too quickly for the
sand to soak it all up. He kept going for what seemed like a long time.
It must have been over a minute! Finally he was finished and we started
packing up our clothes to head back to the hotel room. Later that night
he revealed to me that he had been holding it on purpose, in hopes of
having no choice but to go in front of me so he could get more used to
it. I’m glad that he’s at least trying to conquer his shyness.
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Thursday, May 09, 2013
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John on the John
I’ve got some sympathy with you over the lock on some modern train
toilets.
I do remember as a young teenager, when we were going on a family holiday
by train, that I thought I would like to have my daily bowel movement on
the moving train, as an ‘adventure’, rather than at home before we left
for the railway station.
The train toilets had solid, polished wooden brown seats. I always liked
sitting on the toilet when staying with my grandparents on both sides of
the family – they had wooden seats in their outside toilets.
On the train it was a bit different – quite an art keeping my small
bottom in place as the train rattled along. There was plenty of toilet
paper fortunately.
There were notices on the door such as ‘Gentlemen lift the seat’. If
using the train to urinate, I usually sit down, to avoid any spillage.
If I am going out early to catch a train, I am often not ready to plop
before I leave the house – though I always sit for a few minutes and push
gently, but to no avail. I get to the station early, by which time I am
ready, and I am done and dusted before the train arrives.
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Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Megan great story it sounds like you both had good poops.
To: Hopa great pee story.
To: Shelbi best advice is try not to think bout the others and just focus
on going closing your eyes and maybe headphone may help to.
To: Marissa Apple great story.
To: Student it sounds like that girl had a great poop.
To: Suzi interesting to know.
Sincerly Brandon T
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Dug
Train toiet
Has anyone used those toilets on the train that have 5 buttons insted of
a lock that you slide across or twist, if you havent (i dont know if they
have them in the US ) there a open door and a close door button and a
lock and unlock and a help button. One time I was on. a train to london
and I needed a shit, as there was half a hour left i thought I might as
well do it now to save time. I went to the toilet and closed the door and
i pressed the button that i thinked locked it. About 5 seconda later as i
was un buttoning my jeans the door was open and a young woman about 20-25
was waiting I walked out pretending to be finished and she went in and
clsoed the door I went down the train and there was a toet with a bolt
lock i went in but there was no paper, piss round the seat and the toilet
was clogged with paper, as I headed back down the train I saw a little
boy go to the automated locking toilet i thought this could get
interesting so i hung around the toilet until the boy reached it. He
pressed the button and the door opened and there was the woman sitting
there with a turd between her legs she looked up screamed and huridly
pushed the door close button. The poor child started crying and ran back
to his parents. I was luckey that the woman opened the door then, that
saved me the embarrasement of being in the womans situation, anyway i
made it to the toiltets at waterloo fine and the 20 p cost was nothing
compared to my dignaty i would put it in more detail but it was a long
time ago and i cant remember what happened
My next story was from my childhood oneday when i was in primary(elmentry
in us) school i was in year 2 (first grade) and as it was raining we were
not allowed out at lunch so we watched a film monitered by lunch
supervisors all female at that time, I had to shit and I asked if i could
go to the toilet and thankfully one of them said yes. I went to the boys
and picked one of two stalls, this toilet lay out was rectnguler down one
of the long sides was a stall 2 urinals and 2 sinks the stall was facing
the urinal and sinks on the other long side was a door oposite the sinks
that were an the oposiye end to the stalls a long bench in the middle
oposite the urinals then a stall oposite the other stall facing the same
way there was a entrence from the field in between the 2 stalls. When I
got seated and started shitting the door opened and someone came in and
went to the urinal, about 10 seconds later there was a shriek as a female
teacher walked in she said dug (not my real name) are you in here from
the door you could see the door was closed but i lifted my feet up and
remained silent the poor kidd at the urinal ran out at this point, as
ushally people go in a stall lock the door and crawl under the door do
this a lot the teacher assumed that that is what happeded i will tell you
more on that later. As i knew she was going to get the caretaker i
hurridly finished wiped and flushed then crawled under the stall and left
hurridly. Then when i got back the teacher asked me where had i been and
i told her i got a drink and she belived me.
Anyway we locked the stall doors and crawled under and out was because
one day a fat kidd said he needed the toilet as he was holding his butt
It was a bit obvoius what he wanted to do. Not many peos liked him
because he ste thair lunch so 2 people ran and beat him to the toilet
went in both the stalls and locked them and they made farting sounds the
fat kidd pounded on the door until he shit himself it was funny when we
were 7. The. He didnt say when he needed a shit and he made it a couple
of times. As we didnt want to spend the whole of lunch and break sitting
in the stalls we did he locking thing, that means if we had to shit we
could but the fat kid couldnt fit under the partions, and he had more
accidents until he moved away
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Anatomy student
Advice for Shelbi
Welcome to the site. You had a few questions I think I can answer. I used
to be poop shy also, but at work I have to just drop it and go back to
the sales floor. Try listening to your iPod so you can feel alone during.
The more you go in public, the better it will get. Avoid laxatives, you
can get addicted to them and stay constipated. Stool softeners might
help. Best of luck 🙂
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Blue Orb
response to anatomy student
Hey Anatomy Student, I’m sorry I am so late in getting back to you! This
goes for anyone else who may be interested to hear about my situation.
For those who don’t know, I am in a relationship with a lovely young lady
who knows about, and is ok with my fascination with observing women pee
and poop on the toilet.
She allows me to be with her any time she needs to have a bowel movement
and has made a couple of audio recordings for me when I am not around. I
also allow her in to the bathroom with me while I am pooping as she has
found it is exciting for her to observe me as well.
For those who are looking to include this in a current or future
relationship here are some words of wisdom. If the person you wish to
experience this with is open about bodily functions on a regular bases
then it is more likely that they will be open to the fact that this is a
source of excitement for you. Remember, however, it’s all in how you
explain your excitement. It’s probably a bad idea to just come out and
say to someone, “I would love to watch you poop,” rather this is
something that will require a sitdown conversation. Once you feel like
you have reached a comfortable level of trust with the person, let them
know there is something you want to talk about. Set aside a time to talk
about it. Let them know that you have reached a comfortable level of
trust with them and that you have something important and revealing to
tell them. Request that they keep an open mind, and that they listen to
your entire explanation before they react. Also ask them to suspend any
knee jerk reactions as you explain yourself. Explain your excitement for
exactly what it is. Tell them you would like to observe them peeing and
pooping. Let them know that this is as far as your excitement goes.
Explain that your fascination has to do with being witness to the most
private and natural functions of the human body. Assure them that this a
completely sanitary practice as it is not your intention to come in
contact with, or ingest the wast, but rather just witness and experience
the action of them relieving themselves. . If you are explaining this to
a woman, let her know that part of your fascination stems from the common
perception that women are prim, proper, and perfect. Tell them that you
are aware that all women do in fact poop, and that for some reason the
idea of getting to witness such a private and hidden action is attractive
to you. Make them aware of the paradox that for a lot of women pooping
and farting is so carefully hidden, yet so beautifully natural. It is
also important to let them know that you are aware that engaging in
something like this involves the breaking down of some strong
psychological boundaries and barriers, but that is what makes this so
attractive to you. Let them know that you will give them all the time
they need to think about it, and that you won’t force them in to
performing such an action for you. Be open, and willing to answer any
questions they might have. Remind them that you value them as a person,
and that you value your relationship with them, and so you felt that you
should be honest about your desire. Suggest that if the boundaries are
allowed to be broken that this could allow for a new degree of trust,
honesty, and openness in the relationship. Let them know that if they are
open to the idea, you will allow them to move at their own pace.
Reenforce the fact that it is not your goal to humiliate or degrade them,
but rather that you desire to experience them in one of their most
vulnerable
states and that you find it extremely attractive that they could let you
in to that part of their existens.
All of the above can be applied to any paring of couples, however, I
geared some of the content toward guys asking girls as this seems to be
the most common situation. I am well aware that any configuration of
gender holds the potential for experiencing this desire, and believe that
all of the content can be applied to any situation. One thing that could
be specifically applied to men talking to women, is definitely the issue
of women being objects of perfection. It is important for you to let them
know that you appreciate their bodily functions as part of their “true
perfection” as it is a normal and natural process that society has deemed
disgusting. he rest of the ideas I feel are pretty universal though.
In my case I got lucky. My girlfriend was already pretty open when it
came to talking about peeing and pooping so I felt comfortable bringing
up the subject around her. We had been dating for about a month and I
felt it was time to let her know about my desire. I spent a couple of
days mentally preparing an explanation about my desire, but it turns out
I didn’t need to have the sit-down conversation with her. It was the
wednesday morning just before valentines day, and we were standing in the
living room holding each other. I felt a pretty strong urge to take a
shit and so I told her,
“I really have to go,”
She responded with, “I know.”
I’m still not sure how she knew but what happened next blew my mind. She
asked if she could keep me company while I took a shit. I was shocked. I
of course said yes, and let her know that her being in the bathroom with
me would be a big thrill. She thought that to be really interesting and
wasn’t freaked out by it. This began the routine of her joining me in the
bathroom and sitting on my lap and holding me while I poop. After that
first experience I told her all about my interest and have furthered my
explanation of it over time. She admitted that at first she couldn’t
understand why I was excited by being with her while she pooped, but that
she was keen to understand it from my perspective. She was never grossed
out by my desire, but just curious about it. Now though, she is excited
by both witnessing me poop, and being witnessed by me while she poops.
I can talk more about this in a future post.
take care,
The Blue Orb
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fifi
Potty disaster
me and a couple of Friends along with our boyfriends were in the USA. we
bought 9 bottles (bladder busters obviusly) of cherry coke. it was really
hot and i had finished 1 and a half bottles in 4 hours. after i had to
pee so bad that i almost cried when i went to the toilet to find my
underware wet and a long golden stream pouring out of my vagina!
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