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Dazz
I just got back from my morning shit. It was a big one too, felt like my
ass was going to split!!! I grunted and pushed it out and as it came out,
little bits broke off. They landed in the water, going plop plop plip
plop plop plop, each one giving my ass a little splash. Then I pushed and
grunted some more and the main part fell out of my ass with a big PLOP,
giving me a really big splash!! Then I did a big wee and when I finished
that, I got up to look at my efforts. I reckon it would have been about
an 18 inch long turd had it not broke apart. The thickest bit was about
two and a half inches!!! My asshole was tingling nicely and I was very
aroused from doing that huge shit too. I wiped myself but when I looked
at the paper it was clean. I wiped again just in case, but it was clean
too so I pulled my jeans back up and watched my big shit swirl down the S
bend as I flushed the toilet.
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Steph
Hi guys! My friends and I are home from college for the weekend, and I
hooked up with Alex and Laura [our other close friend, Jodi, is studying
abroad this semester, btw] for an afternoon movie. We came back to my
house afterwards, and Laura excused herself to go to the bathroom. Laura
has posted on here a couple of times before, but admittedly doesn’t have
the same interest in this stuff as Alex, Jodi, and I do. Laura said that
in “no circumstances” would she want to watch us or have us watch her
“go,” and that’s cool by everyone involved. She came out a while later
and told Alex and me to “have a look” in the bathroom. We didn’t know
what she was talking about; “just take a look in the toilet bowl- I’ll
think you like it.” Alex and I were still puzzled, but went into the
bathroom and then it hit us. The room had an *odor* and there were a
three logs and some soiled TP in the bowl. “Laura, did you deliberately
leave this here?,” yelled Alex. “Yah, I did,” responded Laura, almost
nonchalantly. Alex and I were excited about seeing our other friend’s
“motions” in the bowl. I flushed the bowl and came out to talk to her. I
asked Laura what prompted her to do that. “Haven’t you wanted to see my
poopies, Steph? You too Alex, right?” We both answered “yes” almost
simultaneously. “Well, you’re my best and closest friends. I still won’t
go in front of you, nor will I watch you go, but if you want to see what
I did, that’s fine.” Alex and I were grateful that she went that far.
Laura’s the shyest and most “proper” of our group, and I thought it was
great she’d go that far. She’s sitting right behind me and wants to post
something, so I’ll sign off and let her type. Peace and love to all, Steph
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Laura O’
Hi, I’m Laura O’ [I’ve added the first letter of my last name since there
are other Lauras also posing on here. Great name :-)]
———-
As Steph just mentioned, I did have to poo after coming back from the
movies. Alex and Steph have a very strong interest in toilet habits, Jodi
has somewhat of an interest, mainly because she’s lactose intolerant, and
then there’s me, who usually treats going to the bathroom as something to
be done, not to be proud of or ashamed of, but just an everyday
“function.”
———-
I posted before that I don’t want to watch them go because I’m bisexual.
I’m sorry if this is off-topic, and I don’t want to sound raunchy or
anything, but with my sexuality being as it is, I don’t want to become
unduly aroused by seeing any of my close girl-friends (hyphenated
“girl-friends,” not “girlfriends,” clearly intended) nude on the toilet.
They are cool and understanding about that. Since Alex and Steph love
looking at each other’s “jobbies” (why is beyond me, and, yes, I’ve told
them that) and I thought they’d be surprised, and pleased, to see mine, I
thought, hey, why not?
———-
Well, both were very happy about that, so I suppose I was happy to
oblige. No, I don’t think I’ll not flush everytime I have to go when I’m
hanging out with them, but if it makes two longtime friends [I’ve known
Steph and Alex for 9 and 6 years, respectively] happy, I guess it’s no
big deal.
———-
I have only one other unusual story to tell. Longtime readers who
remember me know that my bathroom habits are regular, bordering on
“boring.” I can count on my fingers the number of times per year I have
diahrrea, and I’ve never been constipated enough to take a laxative or
enema; otherwise, I pee several times daily and poop between twice daily
to once every two days [depending on how much, or what, I’ve eaten :-)].
I sat down to pee about a month ago (when I was at school) and let out a
“bluish” colored pee. It was a very light blue, but freaky just the same.
No, before anybody asks, there was no Tydy-Bowl (spelling?) or similar
stuff in that toilet. I asked Alex and Steph and they have no idea.
Hmmmm?!
———-
Christine (Jodi’s friend from college), Alex, Steph, and I were talking
about you today. Are you still lurking about? If so, drop us a line and
let us know how you’re doing; I hope you’re keeping “regular.” 🙂 Lots
of love from Laura!!!
———-
If anyone else has peed “blue,” and/or knows why I did, would you please
let me know? Many thanks. Regards, Laura O’
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Tyler
Wow! I recently discovered this great site. I have been trying to read
all the old posts. There are some really good ones. I really like some
from Nicky from England, Ryan, Drew, Teen Guy, Nick, Aaron, Adam from
Canada, Buzzy–well a lot of you have great posts. So here is mine
hopefully not too long. I love to dump at school. My school is newer and
has very nice bathrooms-the one I use is 3 stalls two regular and one
handicapped. I went in at lunch yesterday because it was time to let a
good one out. I had steak 3 days ago and had not dumped since. A big
steak always comes out BIG-I had to drink milk at breakfast which helps
it get ready to come out. It was ready. I got in there and one kid was in
a stall. I just went to the next one and pulled my pants all the way
down. This dump required some effort but I had good gas and got it
started. It was a big slow one. The kid in the next stall was wiping and
he came out. I could see thru the crack in the door it was one of the
wrestlers he was very good in the 127lb class at last weeks tournament.
He didn’t flush so I thought maybe I would get a chance to see what he
had left. But first this log had to come out. It was sliding slowly and
creating a very good sensation as it came out-very full. So I continued
to grunt gently. I hate to work up a sweat, usually I produce nice easy
tubes but this one was pretty big.So I was pushing it out and enjoying it
as much as I could and after a minute or so the end of it plopped out of
my hole. Buzzy I wish I had a mirror for that one! I looked and it was
very large about 8 inches long and 2 inches wide a nicely formed log
fairly smooth in texture. I had definitely pooped with pride! I savored
the sensation in my butt and wiped but there was no shit on the paper.
Then I left it so someone else could enjoy it. As I left I looked into
the first stall to see what was there. Boy it was bigger than mine! A
whopper log about a foot long and super wideI don’t know how that guy did
it he is not that big-he is in good shape but never thought he could do
one so big. It was very bumpy in texture sticking out of the water and
had 4 chocolate chips in it! I wish I could have heard the sounds he made
trying to get that monster out. Very impressive. The next person to enter
the first 2 stalls would get a real treat. Maybe that kid ate steak too.
Nicky if we had been at your school we probably could have watched each
other. But the US is way too uptight for such things. There was a kid at
a school near my town that got beaten up at school because he is gay.
They wrote fag on his chest. Fortunately he survived but he had a
concussion and couldn’t remember who did it. So that is what some US
schools are like. If friends tried buddy dumping at school they would
probably be sent to Juvenile Hall. You are very lucky. And I am in
California which could be considered to have more of a live and let live
attitude than some places. Doesn’t Prince William go to a boarding
school? Do you think he lets any of his friends watch him poop? That
would totally ROCK. I plan to keep reading these posts and continue to
dump with delight! Later-Ty
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Hi everyone I have been reading the old posts lately. I have two
questions. 1. If a girls ass is big, does that mean the crap is big too?
2. Has anyone ever experienced sitting in a multiple stall unisex
bathroom with little or no partitions around the pots? what was it like?
Have a good day 🙂
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Saturday, March 13, 1999
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Hugh G…
My most memorable turd experience of the year was in January. I had a job
interview thirty miles away, but it was the middle of rush hour, and a
snowstorm was raging. These damn city drivers don’t know what to do with
snow, so traffic crawled along at a maximum speed of 20 miles per hour
the entire trip. A journey that would normally take just over an hour
took three and a half hours instead. On top of that, I sometimes have
diarrhea for several days at a time, and I had nothing to eat for the
previous 24 hours. So I’m all dressed up for the interview, and crawling
along at less than 20 miles per hour, when a diarrhea attack came on. The
nearest gas station was about two miles away, but it would take more than
20 minutes for me to get there. During this time, the pressure of the
liquid in my rectum would come and go in waves. By now, the gas station
was now a block away, but the pressure was unbearable. My anus was
quivering like an orgasmic vagina, since the muscles were exhausted. I
pulled off the road into a self-service car wash, planning to let the
juices out into the car wash drain. I changed my mind, since I was in
plain view of the line of crawling traffic. I had my trousers undone by
this time, but the pressure in my bowels let up again. I rejoined the
line of traffic, and arrived at the gas station in a short while. I was
beginning to feel nauseous, and wondered how long I’d have to hold it in
at one end before my body would decide to expel it at the other, since
I’ve heard of people vomiting turds as a symptom of serious illness. I
was walking with uneven steps, and my trousers still unbuttoned, like a
drunk. Fortunately, though the gas station was crowded, I found the
toilet unoccupied. Letting the juice loose was the greatest feeling I
could imagine that day. I didn’t even foul my underwear; I just sat there
and listened to the splashing water. It took a while to wipe, but it was
worth it.
I arrived at the job interview two hours late, but they didn’t mind,
since the snow was still coming down at the time. Later, about five
co-workers and I went to a nearby restaurant and ate lunch at the
company’s expense. I was starved, but knew I couldn’t eat, since my
digestive tract was empty. I had a turkey club sandwich, while the others
had seafood and pasta. I could only manage tiny nibbles. By the time the
others were nearly finished with their meals, I was ravenously hungry,
and the ill feling had totally passed. I had to leave now, so I could get
though the crawling traffic and drive thirty miles bak to my current job,
which I hated. The waitress obliged, and put the sandwich in a box for
me. I wolfed it down while driving, and trip was faster and more pleasant
this time. A week later, they telephoned and offered me the job, paying
nearly double my current wage. I turned it down, since I was also offered
another job paying even more handsomely, and closer to home. I think they
offerred the job because I had the willpower to drive all the way out to
their office in the snow. Too bad they didn’t know about the drizzly
shits. Best of all, the diarrhea didn’t return anytime soon.
In response to usng a urinal without wetting your pants: I usually wear
tight-fitting jeans, and tight-fitting shorts during the summer months.
My weiner is a normal size, but the zippers are never placed
conveniently, so I’d be too constricted using a urinal. However, I can
use urinals all the time by unbuttoning my jeans, and pulling the front
of my underwear down, thus freeing my penis to aim it as I please. At my
job, the building was built before 1930, and we have the old-fashioned
urinals that stand on the floor, and are shaped like lopsided birdbaths.
Are these a hoot or what? ….Rection
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linda
Wow with all these stories of girls pooping in the pants at school I’m
starting to think i better get over my fear of pooping in school. I have
now been peeing in front of some of my close friends..which was a hard
thing to do but poop…sorry it’s just too private. I mean I leave the
door open in my cousins bathroom when I poop and I let go and I do
pooploud mind you..and I know here hears everything..I mean a deaf person
could hear but I sit there with my face red more of blushing then
straining. But hey I trusy my cousin and he usualy asks are you okay or
fell better than make fun ..but sometime he does but hey he says hes
sorry and I laugh. He’s not like my sisters, they are bad.Oh ehy I saw my
oldest sister poop a few days ago. And boy did she have to go. I was
talking to her and following her and we ended up in that bathroom. She
has her back to me as she was undoing her pants then she looked back at
me and asked me if I was staying for the show. i said yes. She pulled her
pants down and sat. I saw her tushie as she did that. Then she looked at
me. I sat down on the floor and continued to talk to her. She sat there
silent then i guess she gave up and started.She let out some gas then she
leaned forward ans her face started to show a look of..well you
knwo..seriuos pooping. I giggled and said I know how you feel…you have
to go poop So bad and it want s to come out sideways. She laughed and she
peed hard. I told her wow good thing you were on the potty or you would
have drowned you pampies. She laughed so hard she started crying. She
then said oh you are diffantly my little sister. I told her why cause
we’re such big poopers? She laughed again and said yeah that and we make
jokes about it. Then I told her do you ever go like this..yeah that’s it
come out ccccccoome out..NO don’t go back in!! She laughed again and
nodded.She then said in a small voice I have to poop so bad. I sat on the
rim of the tub and reached over and started to rub her ????. She kinda
looked at me funny but I told her to relax and let it come. She took a
deep breath and went to work. After a while i heard the famous
crackling.. then I told her ack sounds like that one is going to shatter
the toilet for sure. She cracked up and laughed again then she went OH
and there was a huge SPLASH! Her shoulder drooped and her eyes just about
went back into her head as she gave out a huge
aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I told her I know the feeling. She smiled
and then we talked as she let out about 6 more plops but they were much
softer as she told me and she didn’t even ahve to push then out.Who knew
pooping would bring me and my eveil sister togather..hee ehe the same
thing happen with my mother but I’ll save that for later. Bye Linda
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Poopy
I got tagged with this nickname because of the frequent accidents I had
as a kid. The first accident I had in school. It was in the first grade.
I had to poop, but since it was my first week in school, was
uncomfortable about asking to go, and didn’t remember what the teacher
had said to do if we had to go to the bathroom. I sat there squirming in
my seat, and waited until a boy raised his hand and asked to be excused.
He left, and I raised my hand and asked to be excused. The teacher told
me I had to wait until the other boy came back. After about 5 minutes, I
felt like I had to fart. I raised my bottom off of my seat, and pushed. I
pooped a large load in my pants. I eased back down in my seat, feeling
the poop squish itself against my bottom as I sat.In a few more minutes
the other boy came back in, and the teacher told me I could go. I
hesitated, and she said”Ithought you had to be excused. I got up and
walked towards the door, feeling the poop in my pants with each step I
took. I guess the teacher noticed my poopy pants as I got to the door,
because she came out right behind me, and took me to the nurses office.
The nurse called my mom, and she came and got me. My mom didn’t drive
back then, so I had to walk home with messy pants.
As I said in an earlier post, I got my nickname, as a kid because of
numerous accidents in my pants. Other than the incident I described
earlier in the first grade, I loaded my pants , on average, every year
thru grade school.As i remember, My mom had to come pick me up twice more
in first grade, once in second grade, at least three times in third
grade. and about on thru to junior high, about once a year.I guess, all
these accidents were because I didn’t like going to the bathroom at
school, I usually held both my poop and pee(even at home)Until it was
almost too late.I also seemed to have a difficult time sometimes telling
whether I had tp fart or poop.(still have that problem sometimes)It
seemed that about 75% of the time I would guess wrong. Most of the time
by going to the bathroom, and winding up with nothing to show for my
efforts but a few noisy farts. But every now and then by going in my
pants, when I thought it was nothing but gas. My worst accident in school
was in the 7th grade. I had a cold, and was coughing a lot. I had to piss
and shit too, but was holding it as I always did. I started coughing,
before I realized what was happening, I was pissing and shitting in my
pants at the same time. It was back to the nurses office. At play, I
often had accidents in my pants, from trying to hold it.I think that my
mom may have contributed in part to some of these.After I had run in and
out of the house a few times, she would tell me if I came in the house
one more time, I would have to stay in. I would wait too long, and wind
up shitting in my pants, often in front of my playmates. Then I would
continue playing until mom called me and made me come in, then I would be
in trouble again.If my playmates noticed, I would deny it. It was around
9 or 10 that they started calling me poopy I never had very many wetting
accidents, because, being a boy, I could just go behind the bushes and
pee, but I had some kind of phobia or something about pulling my pants
down outdoors to shit.Also, then as now, I guess I figured, that once I
had shit in my pants, I might as well finish what I started. I think a
little shit in your pants is kind of like a girl being a little bit
pregnant.
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Nicky
Mark – while I do not doubt your figures at all for your school, they
seem way out of line with what I would have thought would be the
incidence at OUR school – 480 boys @ 4 p.p.p.y (pooed pants per year!) =
1920 incidents (I assume this is moderate and severe only?), and
presuming home and school incidents are equal (although there might be
more at school?) that would be 25 p.p.p.week. No wonder so many changed
underwear every day! I am positive that the incidence at my school is
much less. The possible reasons are:- 1. All boys (no girls) – seems a
sort of paradox but it does mean never asking to be excused in front of
girls. (Never having had girls at school I dont actually know how I
would handle it – but from being on courses etc. I think there might be a
reluctance to admit to the urgency of the messages from the bowels! 2.
Having about 40% boarders – it is just totally cool to defecate in the
school bogs, which are clean (acceptably clean anyway!) – there is
absolutely no smoking at our school .(period ). There is also a very
strict school policy on bullying which boils down to that if any boy is
or becomes aware of any bullying incident, and this comes out (as it
inevitably would), that boy is deemed to be equally guilty with the
offender(s). This is very effective, and I am aware of only one incident
in the 2½ years Ive been here. On a lighter note, when you were doing
your research about 12 years ago, I and my best friend Josh – being 4
years old – were probably also having frequent accidents in our pants!!
Even so, at 4 I doubt it would be more than once per month! (average)
(each) Personally, I cannot recall any accident in the last – say – 8
years, other than those early morning this is going to be a glorious
fart … whoops!! … emergency stop – that wasnt just wind as a minute
quantity of liquishit spurts out with the fart – feeling as if you have
really wrecked your pants, but in fact is no worse than the existing
skidmarks (just wetter!) when you get to inspect the damage – and release
the remaining liquishit usually somewhere behind the bushes on the way
to school!! I would say that this happens 2 or 3 times a year – often, as
I said, on the way to school. Usually this occurs to both myself and Josh
if and after there has been a major #2 event immediately on waking up.
Result of a slightly upset ???? no doubt? This would be born out by
occasionally – more than once – both of us squirting at the same time.
School dinners no doubt! One thing I have noticed in the last month,
since looking for it – my briefs! I have 3 pairs pale blue, 3 pairs sort
of beige and 2 pairs white. When I wear the white ones, and allowing for
the fact that staining will APPEAR worse, I actually do find that when I
wear the white ones I become more careless with the pee drips, and with
the wiping, resulting in much magnified soiling! This seems to bear out
the results of your research!! Finally – we have normal (not best
quality) soft toilet tissue at school. A bit environmentally unfriendly –
you would be lucky to get two wipes from one double sheet – whereas with
the home tissue 3 wipes is easily obtained. So with home tissue about 4
squares are used, but with school tissue 8 squares, and sometimes 10!
Just another weird schoolboy thought! No change on the uninteresting
dumping front – I do shit, therefore I MUST be. Just about sums it up.
Seems to be a world-wide phenomenon – I see Adam from Toronto has the
same problem. Keep in touch. Nicky F
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Nicola
Thanks Dave (UK) for your congrats on my marriage. As regards my husband,
he enjoys having a good motion and likes watching me and vice versa. He
does do good motions too. Nice long ones but his jobbies are not quite as
fat as mine. His can easily be 12 inches or more long as are mine but
while I pass turds that are 2 to 2.5 inches fat, his are 1.75 to 2
inches, so I suppose this proves the theory that females do fatter turds
than males as we eat the same food, are about the same build, (we can
share clothes such as jeans, tracksuits, panties, etc), both of us are
into exercise and sports . Also his jobbies are a little softer than
mine, still properly formed and solid but his are smooth, easy and
usually curved like big sausages and float, mine are firmer, more nobbly
and generally carrot shaped , though sometimes slightly curved, and will
sometimes float for a short time then sink. Hope this satisfies your
curiosity. We often buddy dump, usually when I do mine at home he finds
this stimulates the need to go and passes his ! big long sausage on top
of my log. If I do mine at work or elswhere he likes me to give him a
description, alsong the lines of “I did a nice big jobbie in the Ladies
Toilet ……” with all the sound effects, what it looked like, how big
it was, etc. I am fairly regular in my bowel movements, but sometimes I
miss a day and then I will pass a couple of big ones, sometimes two hard
turds of say 8 inches and 6 inches then the big 12 incher. I feel a bit
full before this , but it doesnt bother me. Usually, with all the
exercise I take I am quite regular these days passing a nice big fat 12
to 14 incher after lunch each day. Like most women however I do get a bit
constipated at period time passing big hard balls and lumps, and I am
glad of my hubby being present to rub my ???? then. The sound effevts are
quite something. Tony (UK) would love the “OO!s and NNN!S and the
Kerplonks! and Sploonks!” as I do it. John J why not use a cubicle
(stall) to pee? Either unzip your trousers and pull your underpants down
and pee standing as you would at home in comfort and privacy or sit to
pee. My husband does this (sits) and Georeg who often posts here does so
too. Lots of men now prefer to pee in privacy and sit down. Its more
comfortable, less chance of wetting the pan seat, and avoids accidents if
they need to do an unexpected poo at the same time. This is why my other
half sits. He was standing to pee and a softer than usual motion came out
as he peed and filled his underpants. To avoid this he started to sit
down and found it a far more comfortable way and it makes it easier to
empty the bladder fully with no little dribble or drip at the end. I can
tell you that he is no less a man for peeing like a woman! All the best
from Nicola.
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Mike (USA)
Hey NYCTA Transit guy(and everyone else)…I got busted for peeing at the
end of the platform at 66th and Broadway on the #1 line. I had to go SOOO
bad and I walked to the northern end of the downtown platform to the
large black garbage bin. I unbuttoned my pants and let go. It was then
that I looked up and saw two cops walking quickly towards me. The train
was just pulling in. When the doors opened, I ran in. Thinking I was
safe, the doors re-opened and a cop stuck his head in and told me to get
off the train. Oops…
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T
Do you any of you guys take pleasure in flushing your poops down the
toilet?
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Friday, March 12, 1999
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Danielle
I remember one time in Grade 9 there was a girl who really had to go to
the bathroom. She was really squirming and occasionally shoving her hands
behind her butt. She asked to go to the bathroom but the teacher said no.
Then the teacher asked her to write something on the board. She walked up
and she was looking very desperate. Suddenly she must have got a cramp or
something because she doubled over and screamed”Oh no i’m pooping in my
pants”. We could clearly see the growing bulge in the back of her white
jeans. She ran out crying. Another time a girl asked to go to the
bathroom, and when she went out there was a big red spot on the back of
her pants. It was obvious she was having her period.
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Britney
To Zach…if you don’t want to go in front of Jen right now then don’t.
If you have to leave the door open when you poo to please her then shes
not really a nice gf! A nice gf would let her guy do what he wants to the
door when he goes without begging him or whatever to leave it open. If I
had a boyfriend who wanted me to leave the door open when I do #2 I would
tell him…….YEAH RIGHT!!!!!!!! Like for you…#1 and #2 are private
and I never ever did anyone of them in front of anyone in my entire life!
I walked in on alot of people when they were doing #2 but I never did it
in front of them. So even if you want to stay with Jen…tell her to mind
her own business and let you have privacy in the bathroom!
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Jill
To Bill: Don’t believe the adverts! In fact, never believe adverts. I
wear stockings rather than tights except when the weather is particularly
cold, or if I am wearing trousers. Stockings are far more comfortable and
far more hygenic. Of course I wear my knickers over the top, it makes
practical sense. With tights, it is more comfortable and hygenic to wear
the tights over my knickers. Doesn’t everyone do that? To Dave: Thanks
for the suggestion that I am knowledgeable about such matters, but I have
never, ever had an enema. I certainly haven’t had any nursing experience
either – but what you suggest is common sense. My only expertise is in my
own toilet habits, and with that in mind, I have to report that I managed
to hold onto my no.2 yesterday afternoon, despite an important meeting
(in which I almost broke wind); and had a very large and satisfying poo
in the train loo on the way home. There is a station in South London with
a large and smelly mess on the track – so be warned!
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Well I just took a big dump. Felt real good
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adam from canada
I haven’t been posting lately as my poos have been on the dull side until
this afternoon. I was doing some work at home and started letting off gas
that smelt like rotten eggs, then I got that sensation where I had to go
poop. I sat on the can and the poop came out right away. It felt soft and
felt like a large load was coming out. After I poop, I had a good pee
(sitting down) and then I got up and checked. It was in 4 inch chunks (4)
and it was a bright brown. I was a little messy to wipe. I felt better
after. I think it is all the fiber that is doing it?????? Not much has
been going on in the pooping dept. at the college. The bathrooms are
still a mess and nothing is done about it. There is a school strike in
Toronto which only effects the secretaries and the janitors. I have been
hearing things on the news like the plumbing is backed up and teachers
are telling students to bring their own toilet paper. What an out of
control place!!
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Jim
today I took a wee wee in my pants i had to go in school, my teacher
wouldn’t let me. Later, when I was trying on jeans for my mom she gave
mee the look and i was so scared i’d get in trouble for the pee peed ones
i pooped in my pants
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Nicky
Hi Buzzy – yeah! Really sort of cool in a weird way the whole antibiotic
thing! And, just like you, after the end of the course of pills and after
the my last smooshy yellow mass of waste (the one I did outdoors in the
fields, so I could inspect the contents thoroughly) there WAS a sort of
pause, when I knew something else was on the way, and after an unusually
long gap, a massive fart was accompanied by this greeny-brown semi-liquid
waste stuff, which sort of fell on top of the yellow smooshy turds like
sauce on an ice-cream!! The other fascinating thing was the total
blandness of the shit (both types – yellow and ‘sauce’!) – they were
absolutely uniform, no lumps, no trace of any recognisable food (and I
was back to normal eating by then), just this mass of uniform yellow
smoosh with just about enough smell to let you know its origin was in
(my) digestive system. Mirrors – our old mirror! – my friend Josh still
has it, so we are going to get it out again. Its literally years since I
watched it (my own #2) slide out of my (own) little hole – and I remember
now what fun it was (when we were 11 years old – it will be interesting
to see what its like 5 years on!) I remember that it was always best
outdoors – we used to lie right back on the grass and hold the mirror for
each other, so that I would lie on my back, with my legs in the air, my
butthole pointing sort of skywards, and Josh would hold the mirror for me
to admire my performance while he watched it too. The other thing we used
to do was to actually drop our #2 over and on the mirror (which is why we
had a special one). That was cool too – the turd seemed to speed up and
come out faster and faster as the tip approached the mirror. One thing
that we both remember is that it seems that we both did much firmer turds
then – not like the soft sticky stuff we both do now. And it must be
true, because we can both remember picking the logs off the mirror with
our fingers, and no problem of total mess? Strange! Is it because we are
older, or is it diet, or is it the way they mess with our food now.
(Although Monsanto are getting a bit of a bloody nose in Europe – more
and more supermarkets are not stocking GM products – they cant sell
them!!, and strict labelling is coming in we hope. Also Burger King say
no GM – leaving Ronald McD. in an awkward position!!). Anyway, although
this is the toilet forum – the above might be relevant to the
composition, content and texture of all our waste products
(collectively)! I havent done an interesting #2 all week – I just sort
of go a normal amount, normal softness, early before school, no buddy
dumps, normal colour (mid brown), and no unusual contents. Dead boring.
Josh the same. We might try suppositories this weekend to get cleaned out
and to get our systems moving again!!! Yay Plunger! I HAVE ridden on
Quad-bikes – we dont have one of our own – but you can hire them out on
a circuit. Its cool – especially when there is a group. So, if I am ever
in the US and I see a girl on a quad-bike dive for the long grass, I’ll
come over and introduce myself??!! And hope I need to go too. Just out of
solidarity, I’ll try and hold it until 2p.m. local time one day in the
holidays – because that’ll be 9a.m. EST. Do you put clocks on on 28th
March too? Let yall know if the weekend activities are in any way cool –
and in any case as soon as I do an exciting poo! Nicky F.
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jerry
I remember an accident a girl had in her panties, when I was in the
second grade. We were all at our desks, when one boy got permission to
sharpen his pencil. All of a sudden, he started yelling at the teacher
about poop in the floor. I turned around and looked. There was a small
piece of soft poop in the floor. The teacher asked who had pooped in
their pants. When no one said anything, she called the janitor to come
and take all the boys to the bathroom and check our pants, while she did
the same with thegirls. We all marched into the bathroom and lined up. He
had us all drop our pants and underwear, so he could inspect them.Mine
probably had tracks in them like usual, but no poop. We went back to
class, and looked around. One girl, Rosemary was missing. When we started
talking about her, the teacher told us Rosemary was sick, and had had n
accident in her panties She had been too embarresed to say anything about
it.
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ME
Todd: Instead of the soap, try a suppository. It’s much easier to use–no
burning, easier to insert, and they comein a jar that you can take with
you. Good luck.
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David W.
I apologise ahead of time if this story grosses anybody out but I’m sure
1 or 2 people here will enjoy this: I went to a y2k survivalist meeting a
couple months ago and the evenings topic was how you can use herbs for
healing in case regular medical services were not readily available. The
speaker went over a whole list and then got to garlic. He stated that you
need to start eating it, cooking with it, and using it as seasoning on
everything. Cats have “worms”, dogs have “worms” and if you eat meat then
YOU have worms. If you consume enough garlic then that gets rid of the
worms. He then told about a client of his who took this advice. After a
couple of months one day his bowels just exploded and out came all of
these dead worms! He was so impressed that he fished some of them out and
took them to the “herbologist”. Well I have taken the advice and so far,
no worms. However, I can smell the garlic in my shit and farts. The smell
is actually a little more pleasant. It seems to have helped with the
hemmoroids a little, and in general, I feel a little better.
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Station Agent – N.Y.C.T.A. (Male)
I felt sorry for that lady because of her situation. She didn’t look like
a sleazy bum who would just leak anywhere without regard to anybody. I
observed her as she stood on the platform waiting for her train (it was
after midnight on a Saturday morning) — she appeared to be under the
influence (not quite intoxicated) and was obviously in a desperate
situation. Since there were no restrooms in that station
(71st/Continental Aves. on the Queens Boulivard IND line) and there was a
laid-up train on the express track side of the platform, she entered that
train between the cars , entered one of the cars and proceeded to releive
herself. Okay, I could live with that. I probably would have done the
same thing had I been in the same situation, so I let it go.
The other reason why I didn’t report her is because the Transit Police
Liutenant, sitting at his steel desk on the 2nd floor of 370 Jay Street,
bored to hell and back, with a styrofoam cup of stale coffee and a
dog-eared copy of the crossword-and-horoscope page of the New York Times,
doesn’t want to be bothered with a call at 12:34 AM reporting a drunk
woman peeing on the floor of an out-of-service train. (Report a shooting
at the Times Square station, a mob of kids beating the living crap out of
a conductor, and/or a mangled body underneath a train, and he probably
still won’t budge 😉
Also, even if I did see a Transit Police officer on the platform and
brought this to his/her attention, it has nothing to be with being mean
(I am not a mean person anyway!). Urinating in the subway is not only
illegal, but also presents an unpleasant, unsanitary, and unhealthy
environment for the passengers. The subway tunnels and areas underneath
station platforms and between tracks are breeding grounds for rodents and
vermin.
Remember – I am not a mean person at all. I am actually quite friendly
(introverted, though, so I’m not so easy to approach), but please keep
the following in mind. The New York City Transit Authority has its rules
and regulations, along with City, State and Federal laws. These
regulations must be enforced in order for us to provide everybody with a
safe and pleasant ride. The transit system may not be perfect, but hey —
at least we try!!!!!
Brought to you by a *loyal* employee and buff of MTA – NEW YORK CITY
TRANSIT
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Thursday, March 11, 1999
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John J.
Friend Mike has major accident in his pants!!! Hi, do I have a sick and
funny story. This story is about my ex-friend, we will call him Mike M.
Well we were about 11 years old and at a playground, suddenly Mike had to
do #1&2. There was not a bathroom around for miles and he did not know
what to do. He decided that he would go behind a bush. Thinking that the
deed was over, we were rteady to leave and got into his father’s car.
Mike whispered to me, “hey I’m peeing my pants!” I found this to be quite
funny. With my sick sense of humor, I decided to make him REALLY pee his
pants, so I tickled him, man it looked like Niagra Falls, you should have
seen how wet he was getting!! I started to tickle him more, he was crying
now, it was so funny! As I tickled him I heard a crakling noise, and I
smelt a foul oder, He was pooping his pants too!! When we got back to his
house and out of the car, his dad had no idea what he had done, even
though Mike soaked the carseat!! As we went into the house Mike took off
his underwear and tossed them onto the basement stairs!! His brother and
sister were home so I decided to bust him up a little! I told both of his
sibblings that to come look at the awesome “spider” on the basement
stairs! When they took a look they went, “eeeeeww!!! Gross!!” I was
laughing histerically, it was halarious!! Then his mom came home and
Mike’s sister told his mom that he had wet his pants. The mom said to
mike, “You did?!” Mike proceeded to say “Uh, a little more than that.”
She said, “What!!” The sister told his mom to look at the basement stairs
and his mother was about to faint(may it be from the smell or site, I
shall never know!) “Michael, go to your room and clean and change
yourself, what’s wrong with you, do you need diapers!?!!” she said. It
was very amusing and funny to know that I had made him have such a
terrible accident in his pants!!!
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Plunger
BUZZY:I am glad you enjoyed the post my friend. It is amazing, we tend to
go at the same time of the day. 9:00 Eastern time! I am glad you like a
good noisey poop hun. I can be quite noisey. I hiss and fart a good bit,
grunt and huff a fair bit too and have no lack of sound effects when my
terds hit the water. Sometimes I go every day like that but usually I go
every other day. I make a point to wait no more than one day in between
poops because I get too much backed up and plug the potty. It sounds like
you and the nurse had quite an open relationship. Hey, I would always be
up for somthing like that. It is pretty easy to tell when I have to go. I
will pass a really strong loud poot, and that is how you know when the
show is just minutes away.
NICKY: I wouldn’t be that embarrassed if the guy on the Quad bike saw me
thru a pair of binos. I am pretty shy, but looking back on it, (since he
is gone now) if he did see me, then I hope he like what he saw. I wonder
if he imagined what the rest looked like??~LoL. 🙂 Hey nicky, have you
ever ridden a Quad bike, or ATV? They are great fun. I am going to get
one one day, just for the fun of it. You never know, I might just take up
watching the fields myself. If I ever see someone passing a monster load
out in the field I will ride out to greet them. EVERYONE: Good posts
everybody, I really love it here, everyone is so nice to me. A word on
accidents, I have only had one or two myself but I try really hard to
avoid them at all costs. Like I said before in one of my earlier posts, I
have a rather sizeable arse and that tends to take any messy situation
and make it alot worse. All that “acreage” just spreads it round and
makes it a hell of a mess within my hose. It also has its other
disadvantages. I am pretty actractive with a nice slim figure and cute
nose, face and smile. Guys find alot to love until they look around at my
backside, I guess they find too much to love then. You men in here: Why
do guys only go for little butts? Well that is all I will complain for
today. I love you all, see you next post. -Plung!
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