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Tlana
Back When I Was A Shy Pooper
Although I’ve just started high school, Kate’s story about being a shy
pooper reminds me of some of my earliest memories of back 8 and 9 years
ago when I was that way–this was especially true in public places like
the civic center and municipal stadium when my dad and me often went to
games with my Uncle Jim, who like once a month or so drove into our city
to see a baseball game, pro football game or wrestling match. Sometimes
we would go to one event on Friday or Saturday, and yet another one on
Sunday. I especially remember pro wrestling as being the rowdiest and
because the toilets at our civic center were so big and old, they were
outright scary for me to sit on. Although I’ve grown a bit, and I’m 3’5″
now, I was much smaller then and so shy and frightened about sitting on
the large toilets in large bathrooms that had like 30 or 40 cubicles and
were so noisy, with doors slamming hard and toilets running over.
Mom and my sisters rarely went to these things because they weren’t
interested, but I was bored and these sporting events that Uncle Jim paid
for sure gave me something to do. When dad would take me into the mens
room he would often shove me one direction around the lines so that I
wouldn’t see these old guys sitting and crapping in stalls that mostly
didn’t have doors. When a stall with a door suddenly opened and a guy
came out, dad would shove me in and quickly close the door behind us.
First he would pull my jeans or shorts down and when I was waiting for
him to pick me up and place me on the seat, the first few times I was
pretty surprised because he pulled off toilet paper and laid it over the
seats including across the front of the toilet. Then he would deposit me
onto the seat. If I started to complain or cry he would tell me to hurry
up, because in many cases he would eagerly await for me to get done, jump
down, and he would either lift the seat and wee away or throw himself on
the seat and blast away with a really noisy poo that a few seconds later
would start to smell. If I said anything, he would grab me, kiss me and
then try to divert my attention from him by letting me start and then he
would check my wiping. I remember several times when he would give me one
more piece of toilet paper and point out what I had missed. This was all
while he was seated and blasting his poo into the toilet. I was so shy
then but know that’s where I got my confidence for today because I’m able
to poo quite fast and efficiently in most public bathrooms, although I
still have to sit and wait longer for my wees to get started. Being so
small that my feet are still off the floor doesn’t help.
Back when I was like 4 or 5 and didn’t look away from dad while he was
pooing and wiping, he would lovingly turn my head and body around saying
something like “You don’t have to see this, honey” as he would drop ’em
and then start wiping. Often he would have me finish by standing pretty
much against the door, face first. One night I remember dad got called
into work for overtime and Uncle Jim had tickets and took me to the game.
He did things differently than dad. When he took me in to wee, he had me
drop the seat myself and he didn’t do anything to cover it. I had to use
my hands a bit, but he encouraged me to be a “big girl” and I was
successful in getting myself up on it, although I remember I quickly
slipped off the front and he just laughed and he pointed onto how far
back I should be sitting. I then pushed myself farther back and as I
kicked my legs out of shyness about what to do until my wee started, he
made some funny faces and they made all the difference. Then he had me
step aside and he weed. I didn’t look directly at him, but I could see
that his aim wasn’t all that great, but I didn’t say anything about the
splashes he made on the seat.
One thing, though, different about Uncle Jim. He did make me wash my
hands and he washed his. This was something dad didn’t want to take the
time for me to do because it would just cause more attention to be paid
to my being in the mens restroom.
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christa
something awesome happened last night: i woke up in the middle of the
night for the first time since i can remember. even my mom says this has
never happened before. i went to bed at 10 as usual and i woke up at
almost 4am. i reached under my blanket and felt crotch over my pajamas.
my diaper was very wet and badly swollen so its not like i woke up in
time to go to the toilet but its something. if i can learn to wake up
during the night, maybe i can learn to become dry at night. still doing
pretty good during the day. only 3 wetting accidents since my last post.
and to answer a question from slice, my bladder capacity among other
physical components have been tested repeatedly. the last time was a year
ago. my bladder capacity is very much that of a normal adult and there
are absolutely no physical abnormalities or weakness of the bladder,
urinary tract or kidneys. this actually gets checked every 2-4 years. all
the doctors agree that my being accident prone is purely autism-related.
theres parts of my brain that dont always click with my body. i mean it
took my mom and my aba therapist working with me for many years before i
even started to understand toileting and it was “barely understood” for
years after that. i actually peed my pants at my own high school
graduation. i graduated from high with a 3.8 gpa. yes, the child my mom
was told would never even talk. a 3.8 gpa and wet pants. ironic i know.
the gym was so loud and busy. i managed not to stim too much as we waited
in line for our diplomas but as we got closer to the stage the noise was
too much. i just started peeing without warning and i was wearing regular
panties (i seldom wore pullups at that time). very luckily, i was last in
line and my long graduation gown hid most of my accident. i just stood
there, piss soaking my pants and running down my legs, spilling over my
shoes and making a puddle around my feet. when i was done, they way i
stood pretty much hid my mess. but after we had all got our diplomas and
sat back down, i know people wondered.
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Catherine
Responses
Megan: Yes, all you can do is laugh! They are kids, after all! The funny
thing is was how innocent JJ was in all of his comments and, of course,
how uncomfortable it made his mom. I guess what took me off guard was how
he made the comment in front of my minister! Oh well, life goes on!
Also, that was a funny story about being out of toilet paper while in a
public bathroom. At least your neighbor was cooperative!
Brandon T: I think it’s awesome that you take time to reply! Hope you are
well!
Love,
Catherine!
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Thomas
Last week I was in church and this girl about 7 or 8 years old
(I think) squatted down and pooped in the pew in front
of me. After a few minutes the smell was so bad that I had
to go over to the other side of the church and I did not
feel like eating lunch for three or four more hours. The
girl never asked to use the bathroom and did not seem
to be upset about what she did (strangely enough) and
(apparently) neither was her mother or her sister. And
yet she seems to be intellectually normal. It’s almost
as if parents are not toilet training their kids anymore…
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Kate
Responses
Hi guys, thanks for all your replies. I guess your right, at least
pooping in a busy public bathroom is better than going in your pants. And
Catherine, maybe your right about this incident helping with my poop
shyness.Mind you, that’s not the first time I’ve gone in a public
restroom (I’ll post more on these later). I’m not sure why I get so shy,
I actually really enjoy a good poop when I’m comfortable.
I’ve not pooped in a public toilet since the department store. I usually
poop after work, in the evening. On Friday I got the urge on the drive
home and when I got in I immediately got straight to the bathroom. I
pulled down my black work pants and red panties and sat. I relaxed myself
and immediately let out a short, airy fart, and felt the poop slightly
push open my butthole. I like to relax and not push too much if I can, so
I just sat for a while with the poop slightly poked out. After a while I
felt another wave in my belly and the poop began to slowly slide out. It
was wide and firm, and was one of those “slow but satisfying” kind of
ones. After about 10 seconds of sliding out, I released it with a loud
“plop”. I wiped, pulled up my work pants and flushed, and then washed my
hands before making my after work coffee.
Thanks again guys, I’ll post again soon with some older public bathroom
experiences.
See you soon.
Kate x
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Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Abby C great story.
To: Chloe B it sounds like you had a rough day but at least you made it
to the toilet without having an accident and it sounds like that other
girl was having a good poop and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Jane The Poop great story it sounds like you had a great poop and got
a really great show as well and it sounds like that one girl must’ve felt
amazing and a bit lighter once she was finally done and I bet whoever
went in her first stall was surprised and I look forward to your next
post thanks.
To: Annie it sounds like you had a rough time hope it dosent last long.
To: Jemma great story.
To: JOHN yep they were
To: Megan great story.
To: OnTheToiletGal great story and the attendant was very kind and
helpful to you.
Well that’s all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
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Dominic
to LINDA, DUDE IN DISTRESS, other constipated people
Linda, you asked how my constipation’s been, it’s been bad lately!
Sorry to hear that yours has been worse than ever, your last story
sounded crazy! I know all about making noises that loud.
Yesterday I pooped at home after not going for a few days. For one thing,
I had to try like three separate times before I was able to get anything
out. The first two times was just me straining and grunting loudly,
feeling my anus open slightly but no poop moving at all. Finally the
third time I decided to try a few different positions. I squatted first
and pushed really hard, holding onto the bathtub and felt it move a bit.
Then I hovered over the toilet a bit and pushed and strained, and finally
it began to poke out, but that WAS a bit stuck. I walked around the
bathroom a bit with the hard turd sticking out in my butt cheeks. Didn’t
want to walk around the house since some people were over, but otherwise,
I might have done that lol.
I went back to pushing on the toilet with my legs resting on the bathtub
and pushed for maybe like a half hour moving this monster log out of
me–definitely felt like I was having a baby! Finally it was out and
completly clogged the toilet. My anus felt really sore afterward lol.
Man, I hope I can poop better after that.
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Bria
Questions
To Catherine: your church story sounds embarrassing. Have you ever
stopped the toilet up at home or at friends house and not had a plunger?
To Victoria B.: It sounds like you had a good dump. You’ve mentioned that
plunged as a gift from your friend? Have you clogger their toilet that
often that they gifted you that lol? My friends once jokingly gifted me
fabreeze and TP, the struggles of have big smelly dumps lol.
To Chloe B: Sounds like a messy Dump, are you lactose intolerant? If so I
know that issue well as I suffer from it as well, but I don’t let that
stop me.
I’ve been really busy lately so as soon as things slow down, I’ll post
another story. Until then happy poops!
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Sunday, October 19, 2014
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~Lady LooLoo
Constipated then Diarrhoea!
‘Babe I need a poo’. My boyfriend was slumped forward in the car groaning
and massaging his bloated stomach. ‘Well go for one then’ I teased,
indicating as I turned left. ‘I can’t’ he mumbled. ‘What do you mean?’ I
asked gently. ‘I’m really constipated, I’m so uncomfortable, I haven’t
been for nearly a week’ he moaned as cramps tore through his abdomen.
‘I wish I had your problem’ I laughed feeling my own stomach cramp
lightly, warning me I needed to go to the toilet again urgently. ‘Why?’
he looked amazed. ‘Because I’ve been up all night with an upset stomach,
hence why I keep having to go to the toilet’ I laughed. ‘Ohh I didn’t
realise you were having diarrhoea babe, are you okay?’ he looked
concerned.
‘Yeah I’m fine, just got a sore bum and a gassy ????’ I joked, absent
mindedly rubbing my crampy guts as we pulled into our street. ‘Do you
need to go now?’ he asked gently. ‘Oh definitely, I’m busting for a poo’
I groaned.
‘Okay sweetheart, you go first then; you’ll have probably shit yourself
by the time I manage to push anything out’ he smiled. ‘Haa thanks, I
think’ I responded, feeling a strong urge to pass wind. ‘Oh god I need to
fart’ I apologised as I let out a loud wet fart which squelched a little
at the end.
‘Did you just follow through?’ he asked, as he’d heard how wet it was.
‘Umm possibly, things feel a bit warm down there’ I giggled. ‘If you’re
lucky, I might have a bug and soon, you too will be peeing out your bum’
I teased, pulling into the drive.
‘Ugh don’t, I hate the shits, I’d rather not be able to go’ he confided.
‘I need to go so bad’ I said worriedly, hurrying to unlock the front
door. James stayed in the car, too uncomfortable to move. As soon as I
got through the door I felt like I was about to crap myself. I ran up to
the bathroom and ripped my tights down, throwing my skinny ass onto the
toilet seat.
Instantly, runny brown liquid exploded out of my bottom, leaving me
feeling relieved but still full. I spent twenty minutes emptying my
bowels and cleaning away the runny mess from my sore bum, before heading
back downstairs. ‘How was it?’ James was sat on the sofa looking
miserable.
‘Umm runny’ I laughed. ‘Aww bless, I really need to go now as well’ he
commented slowly rubbing his aching stomach, and belching loudly. ‘I feel
mega bloated, I don’t know what to do’. ‘Try for a poo, come on’, I
grabbed his hand and helped him to the toilet. I helped him fully remove
his pants and trousers then sat beside him rubbing his ????.
‘It hurts to push’ he cried, as he felt the rock solid poo stick inside
his colon. ‘I feel like I’m giving birth’ he joked as he tried to let it
out. He released a lot of gas but never anything more.
As he struggled to get it out, I started to need another go on the
toilet. ‘Babe you gonna be much longer? my ???? hurts’ I said. ‘Oh you
about to have the squits again?’ he asked gently. I nodded, grimacing.
‘Can I help you this time sweetheart?’ he asked, forgetting about his own
troubles for a moment. ‘Sure’ I smiled as he pulled his pants on and let
me sit on the toilet. I tugged my rose lacy thong to my ankles and
dropped my short shorts then squatted over the toilet.
My stomach gurgled and I released a huge torrent of runny poo into the
toilet. I farted and some more diarrhoea squirted out, making me need to
do some more out of my poor bum. James gently rubbed my back and
reassured me as a waterfall of poo erupted out of my bum.
When I felt done, he helped me wipe my bum and flushed the loo for me. ‘I
think it might be a bug, its getting worse’ I commented. ‘Maybe’ he
shrugged as he pulled his trousers on. ‘You not gonna try again?’ I
asked. ‘No, nothings happening’ he sighed.
We spent the evening on and off the toilet. By 9pm my diarrhoea was much
less frequent but very watery when it did occur. James’ constipation was
still awful and he still hadnt moved his bowels at all.
We went to bed at half ten but I was woken up at 1am by James. ‘Baby I
dont feel good, will you come to the toilet with me?’ he whimpered. I
jumped out of bed and followed him into the bathroom. ‘You still need to
go huh?’ I rubbed his back. ‘I don’t feel right, I feel like I urgently
have to shit’ he groaned.
He sat on the toilet. ‘Ok sweetheart just push, youll feel better’.
Instantly a loud wet fart erupted from his bum causing him to blush.
‘Just let it all out’ I reminded him. ‘thanks babe Im sorry about
this..not very attractive I know’ he pushed again, this time a huge rush
of sloppy poo splattered the toilet bowl.
‘Well done sweetie, youre getting there’ I coaxed, rubbing his belly. He
moaned ‘i don’t feel well’ before releasing a massive amount of runny
diarrhoea. He was going hot and cold and shaking. It was clear he’d got
my bug which had at least eased his severe constipation. ‘At least you
can go’ I encouraged.
‘Mmm’ he pooed again and again before belching loudly and puking all over
the bathroom floor. I helped him clean up and looked after him for the 24
hours or so that he was suffering. We are both better now although he is
very embarrassed about me seeing him constipated and having diarrhoea
bless him.
love him to bits!
Lady LooLoo
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Sam
Public toilet poo
I’m a sixteen year old girl and I really hate having to poo when I’m away
from home. If it’s an emergency and I’m about to poo myself I will use a
public toilet but it really does have to be a reall emergency. That was
the case last sunday. I was at a boot fair with my mum and sister. The
night before we went out to a mexican restaurant and I pigged out a bit.
I had the full works, starter, main, desert and side dishes. At the end
me the meal I was full and bloated and felt a little bit sick. When we
got home my stomach had settled a bit and by morning I felt ok but I
skipped breakfast as I wasn’t hungry. I had a big glass of orange juice
that ran out of date the day before but I thought I’d be ok untill my
sister told me the carton had been left out on the side all night.
Anyway we got ready to leave for the boot fair and when we left I began
to feel the need to have a poo. I was getting worried as I thought I
might to have to use the toilets at the car park where the boot fair was
being held. We got to the boot fair and I could feel the need to go
getting more urgent but I tried to ignore it and wait untill we got home.
Half an hour later I was bursting to go so I told my mum I was going to
the toilet and I’d catch up later. I made my way across the car park
towards the toilets and nearly lost it on the way. I prayed no one would
be in the toilets as I walked up to the door and there was no one there
which I was pleased about. I really didn’t want to use them but I had no
other choice as I was about to poo myself. When I got there I entered the
toilets and found only one cubicle was usable as the other two had been
vandalised. It was occupied though and I had to wait while the woman had
a huge poo. She took ages and I could hear every plop which made me even
more desperate. I started to get super desperate and the sound effects
didn’t help. By the time the toilet flushed I was turtle heading but the
woman stayed in there. I was frantic, desperately trying not to poo
myself and asked her to hurry up as it was an emergency. She apologised
and came out. She said she was sorry but it hadn’t flushed away and told
me not to look at it. I was too desperate to worry about that now and
rushed in holding my bum with the tip of a turd threatening to soil my
knickers. I saw her poo in the toilet and it was so big it stuck out of
the water by about seven inches and there were three more in the water
together with skid marks around the pan. I sat down on a warm toilet seat
and relaxed to release a ton of mushy poo geto the toilet, totally
destroying it. The relief was mega and the smell was pretty ripe. When I
finishe. I flushed the toilet and nothing went down because it was
blocked by the other womans load. I just left it full of poo and exited
without washing my hands as I wanted untiet out of there fast.
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JOHN
Comments etc.
Hi its John B.
First of all hi to the UK guys here. Adrian, Keith Van Man and. Mid 60s
gent (I’m early 60s gent, 62 to be precise).
My I’m spoilt at the moment, my two favourite lady posters on the same
page!
Megan great post from you as always and it seems that 2014 is fast
becoming quite the eventful year for you public loo wise. Walked in on
twice, no bog roll, what other fate can befall you! Me bursting in on you
perhaps? Lol. Seriously that no toilet paper situation happened to me
once but I was in the unfortunate position of being in a fully enclosed
cubicle so I couldn’t call upon the assistance of a fellow toileteer so
had no option but to use my handkerchief, not perfect but better than
nothing. From then on I’ve always taken about five sheets of kitchen roll
out with me to cover that contingency. You may recall a couple of years
ago my wife and me were using a public loo and she had to do a number 2,
it was set in a fairly rural location, anyway she texted me to the effect
there was no loo roll so I went into the gents and “requisitioned” a
spare roll for her and the cubicle! Keep up the good work Megan and hear
from you soon x.
Jemma what can I say, another great story! I must say keeping with the
above theme that you’re quite economical in the use of the loo roll
considering your prolific poo poo productions (that’s a good piece of
alteration, lol). My wife could take a lesson from you! Talking about
wiping Jemma do you sit or stand to wipe? The reason I ask is that I
thought everyone sat, except for me, until I saw my wife poo for the
first time and not only does she stand to wipe but she scrunches up the
paper too! Which category do you come under Jemma? Anyway you look after
yourself my dear and I hope that horrid IBS doesn’t cause you to many
problems x.
So I mentioned that we had Piri Piri chicken and rice the other night.
Well the effect on me was quite subtle inasmuch as I went for a number 2
just after I got up at 5.45 instead of between 9 and 10. Fortunately the
urge to poo was prior to my taking a shower and it consisted of one very
long turd and it wouldn’t be exaggerating to say it was about 18″ long, a
bit more of a wipe up than usual the first one being like peanut butter
on the paper and two more wipes.
On the other hand my wife got an urge to go so she made herself
comfortable on the throne, going through her little ritual of course, and
started to pee during which she have a wet fart with splattered the back
of the pan followed by a couple of ragged turds! Apart from our
respective different from normal toileting episodes no ill effects but in
my case I am rather used to hot curries but this was my first piri piri!
Sorry to have taken up so much of your time.
Best wishes my Toiletstool friends.
John B xx
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Tlana
Housesitting With Brandon
This week I have one of the best babysitting jobs possible. I’m staying
at the house of one of my former teachers who is out of town at a meeting
on the east coast. Since she’s recently divorced, she had no one to
babysit for her 5-year-old son Brandon, who I thought had gotten me into
some trouble last spring.
It was after school at my old junior high and I had been holding my wee
for an hour or so. My last hour teacher was mean and wouldn’t let anyone
use the bathroom. So right after school, before meeting Miranda for the
bus, I stopped in the nearest bathroom. It was gross, packs of toilet
paper thrown about, three of the dozen or so stalls were plugged and
there was water around them, and most of the others had unflushed
poo–some with it higher than the water. It was going to be a quick wee
so I put my head in one of the two no-door cubicles and decided to
quickly seat myself. Since no one was around and I wouldn’t be on the
stool long, I pulled my red panties and faded blue jeans down to the
floor and seated myself. I was encouraged when my wee started right off,
but it quickly trickled off and I was in some bladder pain. I put my
right hand and two fingers on my labia. As I sat I was startled to find a
little boy, probably about 5, come running in and stopping inside my
stall and starring me down with a dumb smile on his face. He had sweats
on and was starting to pull them down, but I stopped him and told him to
go on the other side of the panel. He was slow to move so I yelled at him
and shoved him away from me, all without leaving my seat. He eventually
went next door and I started to see wee spray every which way. Instead of
pulling his sweats down all the way and lowering his pullups, he had his
tiny organ on top of the elastic and it was throwing the wee wildly like
a garden hose that’s not held tight. I moved my feet because some of it
was coming pretty close to my left shoe. Just then, a woman came running
in looking for him, wondering what I was yelling about, and she
immediately snatched him, tore his clothing to the ground and seated him
on the toilet. She reminded him that he should go sitting down. Then she
looked in on me and in an accusatory voice, asked what he had done that
was so bad. I was embarrassed that she was doing this while I sat on the
toilet and I gave her my explanation. She apologized a couple of times,
actually three times I think, and said that Brandon was her son and that
he had just taken off running from her classroom while she graded her
students’ papers.
When Brandon got down off the toilet, she asked me for some toilet paper
because there was none left in his stall and she cleaned off the seat.
She also wiped wee off the floor. She remembered me from her class the
previous year and as she seated herself on the seat, she asked me about
possibly babysitting sometime in the future. I said sure, although I got
to thinking and Miranda later reminded me, that I might not be able to
handle Brandon. Actually, he’s been no problem the past four days and he
seems to enjoy me. And she’s also coached him well, because he’s
apologized a couple of times about what happened last spring. I think
later this week when we’re at the pumpkin patch I’m going to let him use
the boys room alone. I think he’s up to it!
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Abby C
Good poop with ashley
Hi, today i was at my 5th period and my friend ashley was with me. Period
5 was free library. So we both went to the farthest bathrooms. Nobody was
in the bathroom. Ashley was toilet shy and thats why we went to those
bathrooms. So i went to the 1st stall. I locked the door, put down the
toilet seat, pulled down my skinny jeans and underwear, and sat down. I
pushed and my bum started to turn red. I pushed again and a poop plopped
in the toilet i pushed again and 4 more logs came out. I wiped 6+ times
pulled up my undies and jeans and flushed. Then later on during the last
period i needed to poop again. So i left and pooped again.
Byby abby c xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
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Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Alice great story it sounds like you had an interesting poop
experience and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Mina great story it sounds like you had a really great poop and I bet
you felt pretty great afterwards to and I look forward to your next post
thanks.
To: Alexandra it sounds like you had a pretty rough day.
To: Sophia W first welcome to the site and it sounds like you had a
pretty good poop and I look forward to anymore stories you may have
thanks.
To: Kate first welcome to the site and it sounds like your body knew what
needed to be done even if you didn’t want to poop at that time it sounds
like it saved you from a possible accident later on from the sound of it
sure it was embarrassing but it could’ve been worse if you had waited and
gotten a sudden urge while not near a bathroom and please post anymore
stories you may have thanks.
To: Brittany first welcome to the site and great story about your friend.
To: Tlana great story.
To: Victoria B great pooping story.
To: Amanda first welcome to the site and it sounds like you had a pretty
rough night at least you avoided a full blown accident and please post
anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Rachell great peeing story.
To: Abby great prank story.
To: Maria great set of storied it sounds like you just made to the toilet
in time and I bet you felt pretty good afterwards and then that janitor
was so rude he should’ve been more considerate he should know that
emergency’s can happen and it sounds like you had some desperate poops in
your last story and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Catherine it sounds like you had a pretty good poop and I bet you
felt pretty good afterward despite the embarrassment and I look forward
to your next post thanks.
To: Accident Prone Fiance great story.
To: Ashleywet it sounds like you had a rough time.
To: Stephanie great story it sounds like you and that other both were
desperate to poop and I bet both felt amazing afterwards to and I look
forward to your next post thanks.
To: Rachypoo great set of stories.
Well that’s all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
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Taylor
Unexpected…
It seems as though I’m not the only one here filling their pants.
I’m average build. Nothing too fancy. I just got home from class after
soiling my pants. I had gotten up and put on some high waisted jeans
(very comfortable). My stomach had been upset the night before and I was
kind of having those nasty farts that certainly… leave their mark.
Like, not pooping myself everytime I farted, but probably somre leakeage.
To add insult to it, one time when I went pee I leaked after badly enough
I was damp down there.
I guess my stomach was upset because about halfway through class I had to
leave as I was leaking into mupants. Like, I knew I needed to go but it
just stsrted happening. This mushy, soft fudge was in my oants. And it
was crackling, too. I’m pretty sure those around me noticed, too.
So, there you go. I pooped my pants out of nowhere.
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Amy
Loud peeing funny quote
I heard a woman in front of me while leaving a highway rest area telling
her husband, “With the way the woman was peeing in the stall next to me,
I expected to hear the clip-clop of hooves and see a jockey on a horse
come out of that stall.”
I thought that was hilarious, but it got me thinking. I consider myself a
moderately loud pee’er. When I have to go really bad it does get a little
louder, but not like some women. Sometimes, even when I had to go bad it
is nearly silent. Anyone else have this experience? – What gives?
Another thought that just crossed my mind. Why when men pee, they pee
facing against objects (walls, bushes, car tires), but women place their
back to objects leaving their face, “hooha” and stream highly visible?
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Abby C
To Tlana
To Tlana: No my school provides seat covers in the bathrooms. They are
hard to use because once i accidentley pooped on one. Byby abby c
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Slice
To Christa:
Yes, rejection does hurt,especially when you know that it’s from a
parent. Stop trying to be normal, because you are! You may be a bit
different, but that doesn’t mean that you’re not normal. Yes there are
certain behaviors you might have like “stimming”, that might make others
feel uncomfortable, but that’s your way of coping with stress. There’s
nothing wrong with being different. If we were all the same, it would be
a pretty boring world. It sounds as if your sister also has some issues
that need to be dealt with. This isn’t uncommon in families where there
is a person with special needs. Just remember that what’s happening with
your sister is NOT your fault. So far as the accident goes, try to calm
down. If you’ve already started going wait until you’re at a point where
you can stop it, and then take your pullup and pants down. Keep trying to
get to where you can realize that “the call of nature” means go into the
bathroom NOW, not later. Something else you might want to try is
intentionally holding your bladder when you have to go. In your case, it
would probably be best to be on the toilet and hold it there as long as
you can before letting it go. This may or may not help your control, as
well as helping stretch your bladder to increase capacity. It sounds as
if you are panicking when you get to the point where you have to hold
yourself and hurry to the bathroom. This is probably what is pushing you
“over the edge” in terms of maintaining control. The other thing is what
your bladder capacity is. (Is it in the normal range for an adult”?) You
can find this out for yourself. Put on one of your ATN’s and get your
bladder as full as possible and then let it go in the garment.
Afterwards, weight the garment. 1 ounce weight is 1 ounce volume. A
little look on Google will get you the info on adult bladder capacities.
Hang in there and don’t be so down on yourself about who you are. Cyber
hugs to you.
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Chole B
Church dump
This Sunday I took a huge dump during church class! Mid way through the
services my stomach started making noises and really started to hurt! I
had donuts and milk which was a really bad decision as I got up I could
feel the poop wanting to come out! As I made my way to the ladies room
there were 5 stalls and 4 were taken two were just peeing and the other
two looked to be pooping I would soon join them. As I went in to the
stall the girl next to me who looked to be about 12 was dropping really
thick logs and let out a long deep fart! As I sat down I lifted my skirt
and pulled my pink panties to my knees. I let out a torrent of liquid
poop with an awful splat of farts! It was awful. A woman next me on the
other side came in and peed and just left and the two others had also
left so it was just ne and the 12 year old. I looked down and saw her
cute white panties. She let out 2 logs and started to wipe. I was almost
done also but I had to let out one more wave of poop so I did and it can
out so fast and so loud! The toilet bowel water was completely brown!! I
wiped 5 times and it all went down but I left a horrible smell and a skid
mark! I Talked to the 12 year old and her name is Erin. She said her
stomach was upset and didn’t know what caused it. As j went back tony
seat I had been gone for a good 10 minutes and my friend asked me if I
was ok. Anyways more stories to come! Happy poopinh!
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Catherine
Responses
Kate: Welcome to the forum! Thank you for sharing and I hope that your
episode at least helps with the poop shyness. While I prefer the privacy
of my own home, I will go to in public restrooms to prevent accidents, or
to save myself the discomfort of holding it in for long periods of time!
Hope you are well!
Alexandra: I am so sorry about your accident! Hope you are well!
Brianna: I am glad that your most recent episode with an inopportune
bowel movement did not turn out like the first. Hope you are well!
Love to all!
Catherine!
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Jane the Poop
Hey everyone. I have been a little constipated but my poop feels nice and
ready and so I’m going to poop right now while I write about it.
Okay I’m sitting on the seat now and my butt cheeks are pulled apart
slightly by the seat. I am in a department store that is somewhat quiet
using my phone to type. My first piece of poop is beginning to crown, my
tight butthole is expanding more and more each moment. My poop has grown
to about 8 inches, I can see when I look into the bowl but it is still
coming out of my butthole. It is now curling around the bowl and I am
feeling some relief. That piece of poop broke off and another is now
readying itself inside my butt to be pushed into the bowl. Someone just
took the stall next to me. I think she is just going to pee. My second
large piece of shit has now begun to exit my butthole, again inching
along as I push lightly. My neighbor has finished peeing but is staying
seated. She has now farted and I suspect she may poop too! I have leaned
back to look at her through the crack in the stalls. She is probably in
her twenties with short black hair. She is leaning forward and because
she is in the handicap stall, there is a several inch gap between the
toilet seat and the toilet, so I can see the poop coming out of her and I
can also see a length of poop under the seat. She is pooping really quite
quickly. Many big poops are easing out of her butthole so nicely and I am
becoming turned on by it! Plop, plop, small cute grunt, plop. Meanwhile I
am on poop number six, still feeling quite full and ready to make some
more poop.
The girl now has an incredibly thick, round dark brown piece coming from
her butt and it appears to be moving very slowly. My own large piece has
crowned, piece number seven, and we have been joined by another neighbor
on the other side of me. I lean back to watch her take her seat as I am
feeling a bit bold, and she is an older Asian woman who actually pops a
squat on this seat. Her first shit crackles loudly and plop plop plop
plop plop plop! She is making quick poop.
I myself am now making my twelfth poopie, so I reach back and flush the
toilet. I am turning back to the young girl. She is now standing and
hovering over the toilet with a long thick poop moving at a healthy speed
out of her butthole and I can hardly handle it. I wonder why she is
standing until it drops and I can see there is so much poop that this
turd sits on top of the water, high enough above the rim that I can see
it. I wonder what she’ll do! The Asian woman has also flushed once and
continues to poop more… I can hardly believe all of us are making such
massive poops. Again with the plop plop plop plop plop plop, fart, grunt,
plop plop plop, flush. More poop. I have a big piece that has my butthole
stretched to capacity and I’m holding it where it is because I like the
feeling. It has it’s own thoughts however, because it is forcing it’s way
out, making way for a series of shorter 6″ logs to plop plop plop poop
their way out of my butthole. I am now done but I’m going to stay to
watch these two women have these incredible poops! I am nearly
suffocating but it’s okay.
I am looking back at young girl and she is now on her feet on the rim of
the toilet, poop-poop-pooping more and more large turds. I am stunned by
this display of poopmanship. I can see every piece land as the pile is
well above the toilet rim and has stained it in parts. She makes a big
fart and then relaxes her body. I think she is done. She stands back up
and poops out yet another giant piece and somehow I am still surprised
she has more poop to make!
The Asian woman has wiped and is sitting there probably enjoying the
sounds as I am or resting. Her plops were so loud being so far from the
water. I think I see the tip of another poop coming out…yep! Last one,
and she wipes and leaves.
Meanwhile, I guess I wasn’t done pooping as my own butthole has yet again
expanded and I fill bowl number four, a big poop splashing into the bowl
just as I wanted it to. I didn’t want the young girl to think I was just
listening to her.
The girl has finished. She is wiping and putting the paper in the trash
can. I can see the mountain of poop in the pot… my god she must have
held it for weeks! She simply pulls up her pants and leaves without
flushing or washing her hands! Wow!
As for me, my own pooping surprisingly continues as poop after poop
continues to push out my butthole. It feels so good and I wrap up the
pooping, flush and wash my hands, enjoying the last of the smell the
three of us made! Good pooping experience! Wow! I looked in the young
girls bowl and it looks like ten people have pooped in it. While I was
looking in (now I have left the bathroom), the girl came back in the
bathroom and went into another stall and began to grunt again. You’ve
gotta be kidding me! More splashing, more grunting, more pooping. It
seemed to be endless!
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