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Rae
Last week, while I was at work I felt very full, maybe kind of bloated as
well. I kept passing massive loud farts. Luckily, the girl who normally
works with me had called in sick. These reeked. I knew I needed a poo
soon, but I still had the rest of a two and a half hour shift ahead of me
before I could go anywhere. I continued passing this foul smelling gas
for the remainder of the shift with not incidences. So, then I went down
to the loo. It’s nice to work in the same building you live in. I sat
down expecting an awesome explosion. This didn’t happen, instead I
managed to pass a couple of sickly looking yellowish pellets. After
showering and getting dressed I felt no erge to go at all. So, I went to
class, figured everything would be fine. At the end of my first class the
full feeling had returned and I felt a little sick. I had a bunch of
homework to do so I tried to ignore it. I went to the library and set up
to do some major Calculus, went I felt my bowels suddenly fill. I slammed
my book shut and made a beline for the nearest bathroom. My butt felt
like it was bulging with poo. I ran to the last stall, my favorite stall
on the whole campus, and exploded chunklets and a little brown mush, the
consistancy of pudding into the toilet. I sat there doubled over until
the wave ended. I knew it was a wave because I still felt full. At this
point I heard someone else hurry in the door as fast as I had. She went
into the stall next to mine and I listened to her push out a soft motion.
My second wave hit as she was washing her hands. Normally I would have
held it the two minutes until she left, but I just didn’t care and I
squirted the toilet again. The wave ended and I was beginning to feel a
little better. The woman who’d been in the stall beside me told me she
hoped I felt better soon. This is the first time I’ve ever gotten a
comment from a stranger on my pooping. After a third violent wave I felt
a lot better. I felt empty. ! That, to me is one of the most wonderful
feelings in the world. bye, now, Rae

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Coolguy 3:16
Hey, Ya’ll wassup?? Ok, A story, as promised, 2 years ago I was shopping
with my (Ex) Girlfriend, we were walking through all the stores when we
stopped off at a Baskin Robbins 31 to get some Ice Cream(Before she found
out she was LI) and after we left she was blowing off some major gas , I
said something like “Uh, We are in public, A very large public”, she
responded”I know, I cant help it, I have to use the ladies, besides you
do it all the time”, I said “Uh, Ok, good point gas away”As we were
headed toward the restrooms the mens is in a different location than the
ladies, she farted, pretty wet, had matter to it, and since we were
closest to the mens, she made a run for it, and I followed, she went into
a stall, I helped by keeping watch, at one point an old guy came in and
she was gooseing it out the back door pretty loudly and he said, “hmm,
pretty noisy fella in there huh???” I said, “You dont know the half of it
dude” only to be kicked from under the door of her stall!!! As she
finished she asked if i wanted to see what she did, I said “What, the
smelly, wet load you did, or the marks on your
panties??”(Sarcasticly)Only to get kicked again!! she flushed and we
left, she said I acted like a 7 year old about the whole thing(After all
I was only 13-14)later she showed me the panties!They were pretty messy
to say the least! BTW: Glad you finnally changed the chick on the pot and
the real photos are better than the drawings too, try to change it more
often too! Thanx -The 16th chapter of the 3rd book of Coolguy-!heh heh

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Bryian
For the last few days there hasn’t been school and I drank alot of
liquids, this means more time In the bathroom peeing. So Any way today I
went to the mall and peed about 2 times. The first time I went In the
restroom It was dirty, water, trash on the floor. Then a few hours later
way after lunch I had to pee again, so I decided to go in the stall to
pee Instead of a urinal for some reason. At this time there was a man
moping the floor and Im In the middle of pissing bad, this man mops In
the next stall to me and It taps my foot. Also at the mall I was In
Spencers(Gifts)and there was a T-shirt which had a list of the types of
poop, Like Mexican poop, Corn poop, Ghost poop, etc. I thought this was
strange to see this because I usally see that on the net.

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SammyShap
Also, in a recent post I liked the phrase “trouser trumpet.” While
passing gas is not actually a toilet act, it is very closely linked and I
would love to hear people’s polite terms for windbreaking. My family has
always beeen taught “butt burps.”Personally, I think the best picture was
the last one, but it is nice to be greeted with a different pic when I
pull up my favorite site.

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sue
No, I don’t really like the new picture either. For a nice change of
pace, how about a photo of a guy for a short time. From the postings, I’m
sure there are plenty who would like to see that — at least for a while.
Comments?

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I don’t like the new picture at all. I agree that it is pretty perverted.
I also do not think it is fair that woman are always pictured up top.
Some woman that come here would like to see men (me included). I think
tht the pictures should alternate between men and woman.

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Dave-NY
Nothing interesting to report today, but I’m glad that Tony(UK) can
relate to my story. It kinda makes me feel good. That really interested
me with the story you told me about your mom’s accident. I’m really glad
I got on in time to see it and not have to scroll down too much. LOL I’ll
make sure to report anything that happens to me or someone else around me
soon. P.S.- I love that new picture! I agree with you again Tony(UK),
because I think she has to be passing a pretty damn big jobbie. That
turns me on just as much as you! Happy motions to all! Dave-NY

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anita
mr. brown said recently he enjoyed a well-dressed woman on the toilet,
stinking, with dress up, panties and hose down. I think this is one of
life’s pleasures, and I would love to talk to a man bare-bottomed letting
it out or myself bare-bottomed having someone talk to me. I enjoy
smelling on the toilet and find it very natural and human. I only wish I
could sit and allow the logs to fall from my posterior with a gorgeous
man admiring me. Happy eliminations to all!

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The Crank
Dave-NY:How many ex-girlfriends do you have?It seems everytime you
post,you have one great experience with one of your girlfriends.Oh
boy.You’re a lucky guy man.

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Monday, April 05, 1999

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22 y.o. Male
Response to Jane’s post: I can understand her thinking. I agree with her.
I don’t use public bathroom for dumping even if there is a door. I always
use the one with a door just to pee.

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Tony
WOW! Theresa, your mum was certainly a sport allowing you to watch when
she did a good motion. I certainly wish mine had been so accomodating!!!
I also love your description of your brown knickers hiding the effects of
your having a small accident in them and your buddy dumping club with
other girls. From reading this website I understand that buddy dumping
either in the toilets or outdoors is quite a common practice with women
and girls and I have noticed in resturants pubs etc that women will often
go off to the toilet together and be quite open about it, coming back
giggling while men, if they do go togther, do their business as quickly
as they can and return. It has to be said , from personal experience,
that womens toilets are usually a lot more clean and pleasent places than
mens. The absence of the urinals meaning that the horrible smell of piss
is absent as are the wet floors etc. I do however wonder if the women are
having a buddy dump together. On that subject, Smiley Boy beautifully
illustrates the sense in men sitting to pee and not using a urinal. I
started to sit to pee after having such an accident in my pants during my
teens as a soft but formed poo came out as I stood peeing. That accident
wasnt as bad as Smiley Boy’s but it made me adopt the habit that a lot of
the male readers and others I know now have of sitting to pee as such a
nasty accident just couldn’t then happen. I also hate the nasty pissy
smell of urinals and would be happy to see them as extinct as the dodo.

I love the new picture. I bet that, her being an Afro American, Afro
Carribean, or African woman she is doing a really big jobbie. (Its a pity
you have to blur the important part of the photo- no doubt for legal
reasons- as it would be great to be able to see down the pan and look at
her poo). I have had the pleasure of following quite a few Afro Carribean
women into the toilet after they have had a motion and have been
delighted to see the lovely big long fat turds they pass, 16 inches not
being uncommon. Is it their diet being different to white people’s or is
it some difference in their large intestines, do black people have longer
or fatter bowels as I believe Japanese people do, though I havent been
able to prove this empirically as I have never seen a Jap’s poo, can any
reader enlighten me on these points?

Over the time I have been reading this web site I have noticed some
differences between American and UK readers, not just the words such as
POOP for POO, “take” a dump instead of “Do” a jobbie, “movement” Vs
“motion” , and that “fanny” in the States means Arse (sorry “ASS”), while
in the UK it means Vagina so be careful Yanks about commenting that a
British Bird has a nice “fanny”, it may get you a very sore face! I also
perceive that doorless stalls, (ref Jane), are quite common in the USA
but I can say that these would not be tolerated in the UK. Even
coprophiliacs like myself want to control who is allowed to watch when we
do a motion. The only places in the UK with no doors on the cubicles
(stalls) are prisons and police cells, some junior schools, (though from
memory these had little half doors to allow the teacher to see if a child
needed assistance), and mental hospitals as some of the inmates needed to
be watched even at such a personal moment for their own safety, un! less
of course the doors have been removed by vandals, as was the case in one
school I used to attend. Another difference seems to be that Brits will
pull their pants (underpants) down to their knees or only down as far as
the tops of their thighs but Yanks seem to like to lower them to round
their ankles. Again, most Brits will wait till the whole motion has been
done before wiping then pulling the flush, yet a lot of Americans seem to
flush the toilet while they still have turds to pass. Finally, no
disrespect, but we in the UK seem to be a lot cleaner about causing skid
marks in our (under)pants than in the USA if these pages are to be
believed.

Anne the bus driver mentions a male driver being taken short and how she
helped him clean up and loaned her trousers and panties for him to wear
afterwards. Its good to read of decent types who help a mate in such a
situation where others would just laugh. One point however, she asks why
didnt he use the open Ladies Toilet next to the closed Gents? I would
have done so in such an emergency especially as it was early morning and
there were no others about. However, it is actually a criminal offence
for a man(except plumbers, cleaners etc ), to be in a Ladies toilet in
the UK even if the purpose is totally innocent. (not the other way around
though, women can use the Gents toilets if they need). I can see the
point to protect women from sexual molestation in their most vulnerable
situation but I have read of a case were a man who was a harmless
simpleton was fined as a result. The scenario was that this bloke, aged
about 25 but with a mental age of about 6 and totally harmless went into
the Ladies Toiet for a dump, closing the door of the cubicle. He couldn’t
read of course and these toilets had the words “Ladies” and “Gentlemen”
outside not the more easily understood outlines of skirt wearing woman
and trousered man. Anyway, after he had done his business a woman going
in saw him come out of the cubicle and reported it to the police. He was
charged and found guilty although many locals in the area, who knew him
to be a harmless cretin, wrote to the Court in his behalf. No doubt if
Unisex toilets come to Britain this law will be dropped, but they would
then have to bring back the toilet attendant to ensure propriety and
certainly the smelly open urinals would have to be abolished at long last
and replaced with more WC pans with doors as I dont see women tolerating
the nasty smell, the wet floors or seeing blokes standing with their
dongs hanging out.

Finally, Dave (NY)and his tale of his girlfriend doing a solid motion in
her panties reminds me of when a similar accident happened to my mum. I
was about 10 and we were at the coast on holiday. She was wearing a black
one piece bathing costume (it was the early 1960s)a bit like a modern
“body” or “teddie” I suppose the top of it like a bra, the bottom like a
pair of full briefs although the top and bottom were joined. To get it
off it was necessary of course to slip off the entire garment. We were
sunbthing when mum farted a couple of times, then said, “I’d better go to
the toilet, I need a motion”. As usual this aroused my interest ans she
must have seen the bulge in the front of my bathing trunks, (which
despite the name trunks were just like girls briefs in appearence), but
didnt make any comment. As it was just the two of us and she didnt want
to leave me alone I tagged along to go to the mens toilet next to the
ladies. Now the toilets were at the top of the beach and as we were about
half way there the stopped in front of me and obviously thoght she only
needed to fart but as she did she went “OH NO! ITS COMING OUT!” and I
could see a bulge start to form in the seat of her costume. It was one of
her usual big solid jobbies and it pushed down the material at the back .
She waddled off to the toilet and came out about ten minutes later,
without the bulge in the seat but she said we should both go into the sea
to rinse out her costume as she waded through the water, adding that had
she been wearing one of the (in those days) new two piece costumes she
could have gone in the sea, slipped down the panties section and done the
jobbie there. Boldly I asked how she had got rid of the jobbie in her
costume, but rather than get annoyed she just replied that it had been a
firm poo and didnt squash too much so she just turned the costume out
over the toilet and it fell into the pan with a “ploonk!” Has anyone else
any stories about their mother, sister, aunt, girlfriend, or other female
doing a solid poo like this in their panties and actually seeing it
happen?

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Sephiroth
Hi wassup i have never posted before and don’t really know what to write,
I often look @ this site and am amazed at the close group of people in
it, obvisously Sephiroth is not really my name but i will stick with it
for now, i have alawly been interested in sites such as these (not
nessarly toilet tales and the such but sites describing intresting
topics, not sick sites) I have not ever had an accident and have been
regarded as a person ho can really hold his bladder. it is 1:49 am EST
and I am getting tired well please keep those female stories up, lately
they have been dying down hopefully not, thank you. Laterz all, Sephiroth

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Mr.Scott
Me and my friend,Will were at the mall with my parents. When we got
there, he said he had to take a poop. I told him I had to take one too.
So we ran to the restroom as fast as we can. When we got to the restroom,
all three of the toliets were taken. We waited about a minute, then a man
can out of one. Will tooked that one. At the time he went in, my poop was
starting to come out of my butt. “Oh No”! Finally, a man came out of the
last stall. “Yes”! I quickly ran in there. I had to poop so bad that I
didn’t even lock the door. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to
my ankles. At the same time I pulled my pants down, a bunch of fart
noises came out of me. I sighed with relief. Will was laughing at my
noises, but I didn’t care. Then in the restroom, some man went to the
sink to wash his hands. After he washed them, he went to the dryer. When
he pressed the dryer button, cold air hit my butt and everyone elses that
was sitting on the toliet. In the stall in between me and Will, there was
a man reading a newspaper. When the cold air hit his butt, he farted so
loud that I’m sure you could here outside the restroom door. Will and I
were both laughing out loud. We couldn’t help ourselves. After that, we
both decided to come out of the stall. We looked at each other and
started laughing again. Everybody was looking at us funny, but we didn’t
care. It was hilarious.

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I think the new pic at the top of the page is perverted….I don’t like
it at all what does everyone else think of it? I would like your opinions

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Tammy
Hi im new here to this site though I come here often to read what people
write, I am 16 years old American though of irish and german heritage
have blonde hair and blue eyes and i go on vacation alot so i have tan
skin, I alawys get a thrill from going to the bathroom in places where it
would piss people off or make people discusted. Like last week I really
had to o to the bath room both to take a piss an to take a dump i was on
the celebrity cruse line ship mercury with my friends Jess and Kristen
who also had to really go to the bathroom we were locked out of our room
and the front desk kept on saying they would have it in a few minutes, we
had our bathing suits on so we went to the pool and got in i immidedly
took a piss an i guess my other two friends did too but i still ha to
take a crap so i swam for about 3 more minutes and then i could not hold
it any longer ( my crap is usally a dark brown mud and when i take a crap
2 a day it is usally alot despite my weight of 108 pounds) so anyway i
could not hold it any longer so i just let it out first came a few small
farts and then a huge cloud of brown mist exploded into the water
followed by a bunch of light bron chunks after that i noted tat my friend
Krieted also light wait about 104 pounds was taking a dump on the oppiset
side of the pool i went over to her after she was dont to see about 5 or
6 large logs despite her weight, we said nothing and got out of the pool
which was starting to look really nasty and went to the front desk which
had our key and went to bed, the next morning at 8 o clock we went down
to the pool to see a guy cleaning it out he looked tired and we asked him
if he was ok, he smiled and said someo! ne had crapped in the pool we
smiled and walkked away. Lot of love Tammy 🙂

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Chrissi

James
I like the new picture at the top of the site. It’s pretty cool. Perhaps
once a month or quarter, you could put a new one up. I think it’s great,
even classy, was surprised that someone posted that it was perverted. I
mean…wake up…this site is all about something that many think is
perverted. I think I smell a prude! Wake up and smell the coffee
Mister/Miss whomever, if you think the picture is perverted then perhaps
you shouldn’t even be visiting this site.

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Yea! New picture! I liked the other one better, but don’t look a gift
horse in the mouth. 🙂 It would be cool to have an archive of all of the
old pictures.

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SammyShap
Wow! I decided to post here due to an interesting poop. I had to poop
really bad and I let out a really nice log, maybe 7 inches. Only problem
is I still had to poop really bad and I knew there was still at least one
more log in there. So just before i came on to post, I took my own home
made laxative that works every time: simple hand soap in water. Hope it
kicks in soon. And not too soon, the bathroom is luckily 4 feet from my
computer.

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JW
Theresa, I enjoyed your post, I think your Mum has the right idea. How
can kids learn to use the toilet if they never see their parents us it.
In my case I was an only child and seeing Mom or Dad on the tiolet was
strictly frowned upon. I do remember being made to “try” for a BM
everyday before to play. I was expected to sit on the potty and “bear
down” to force a movement. What about you Theresa, were you expected to
sit every day? What if anything did your Mum teach you about getting big,
hard ones out?– JW

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Dave-NY
I just read back on some old posts, and I remembered an experience that I
had with my ex-g/f earlier in the year. I was over at her house and she
was talking to me about school, and how much she hated her teachers, when
all of a sudden she ran into the toilet, and I followed her in of course.
LOL She said, “Oh God, I really gotta go.” I was about to walk out and
wait for her in her room when I looked back at her, and saw her closing
her eyes really tightly, scrunching up her face, and turning red in the
face. When I asked her if she was alright, she said “NO, OH GOD IT
HURTS!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” Then when I was about to ask
her if she needed some help, she screamed, “OH, IT HURTS, I WON’T COME
OUT!! HELP ME PLEASE!!” I realized she was really having trouble getting
this one out, and she was crying and screaming at the same time she was
hurting so much. I tried to help her out, but she just couldn’t get it
out, no matter what she tried. She stepped off the toilet and went with
me to her room, still in some pain from her effort, and about an hour
later, she ran back into the bathroom, and she asked me to come with her,
and she started to grunt and strain as hard as she could, and she was
again saying, “OH IT HURTS!!!” Then, all of a sudden, she groaned and
this monster jobbie shot out of her swollen red anus and into the toilet
pan with a resounding KURRSPPPLLLLOOONNNKK!! She was in a lot of pain for
the rest of the day. Happy motions to all!! Dave-NY

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I have just read Saturdays posts, and was reminded about an experience I
think a friend had that Theresa expressed having. Theresa mentioned about
going to the toilet and then a few hours later having a small accident in
her knickers because she thought she didn’t need to go but did. I not
sure if this actually happended to my friend but I am guessing. I had a
few friends over and we were going out in the evening. Anyway Claire
asked if she could get changed in my room so I agreed. About 10 mins
later I knocked on my door to see if she was almost ready, but there was
no answer so I went in and she had gone but she had left her clothes in a
heap in the middle of the floor so I thought I would tidy them out of the
way. As I started folding up her clothes a pair of white knickers fell on
the floor, and I could see a big brown crusty mark in them, anyway I put
her clothes in the corner and then she came back in. She said she hadn’t
finished getting ready and was just about to tidy up her clothes but
thanked me for doing it. She looked a bit embaressed and said, I don’t
suppose you’ve seen my knickers have you I’ve lost them. I think she was
trying to find out if I had seen them. I just said I thought I saw them
when I moved her clothes and then left the room. I can only assume that
she had a small accident earlier in the! day.

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Sharon
I’m going to the UK later in the year,and was wondering what their
toilets are like?

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Sunday, April 04, 1999

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Theresa
The posts about mothers sharing the toilet with their daughters is like
my own childhood. Im now 35 and am the eldest of 3 daughters. Mum toilet
trained us by taking us to the toilet with her when she needed both a wee
wee or a motion and letting us observe her. We were all soon clean and
able to go to the toilet on our own with the odd accident. Even after
this however she would come into the toilet if we were having a bath or
washing our hair and quite openly used to do a wee wee or a number two
and likewise had no problem if any of us girls, myself, Veronica, 2 years
my junior, or Philomena, a year younger than her, were on the toilet if
she wanted to come in to wash. Thus we had an open mind on such matters.
It was quite amusing to be in the bath and mum come in hitch up her
skirt, pull her knickers (plain white cotton or pastel coloured
briefs)down to her knees and do a wee wee then with an “OH! UH! NN! pass
her motion which usually consisted of a couple of big firm jobbies say a
fat 8 incher and a 6 inch one, “Kursploonk! kerplonk!” She would get up
off the pan and didnt mind if I or my sisters had a look at what she had
done, commenting “OH, I needed that, two nice big jobbies” and if she
came into the toilet when we were doing one she would rub our ???? if it
was a difficult motion and again look at what had been passed, making
remarks such as “Theresa, I bet you feel a lot better after getting rid
of that big fat lump”. I feel this was a type of female bonding. There
were no boys in your family and I dont know if she would have been as
open about such functions with a son. Certainly our dad was a lot more
prudish and always locked the toilet door and on the one time he had to
retrieve his watch from the toilet when I was doing a motion he was most
red faced and embarassed, though it didnt bother me at all.

Regarding accidents, I was very glad that the convent school I and my
sisters atte nded in my teens had brown knickers as its uniform colour.
The Uniform was a yellow blouse, school tie, brown blazer and pleated
knee length skirt and matching brown Montfort knickers (briefs). The nuns
were strict about this as it was part of their code of “modesty” . Plain
white briefs were also permitted but any type of pretty panties were
forbidden. The nuns often got a girl to lift her skirt to check
compliance with this rule and I knew of girls being punished if caught
wearing pink or flowery panties. (To be fair the nuns themselves wore
plain white or navy blue briefs under their habits). Anyway, on one
occasion I had a wet fart in my knickers as my bowels had been a bit
loose. I didnt soil them heavily but if they had been white or light
coloured a round brown stain would have been all too evident and would
have got me mockery when doing Games later. In the event the wet patch
dried and was the same brown colour so no visible sign. On another
occasion I did a small jobbie in my pants. I had done a real big 12 inch
panbuster in the girls toilet earlier and didnt think I needed any more
when I felt something in my back passage an hour or so later. Thinking it
was only wind (gas) I pressed down to expel it and to my horror a small
fat lump, ( what Scots call a mick), came out into the seat of my
knickers. It was solid and as I wasnt sitting at the time it didnt squash
but rolled about in the seat of my pants. When I quickly got to the girls
toilet and removed it from my knicks and dropped it into the pan I could
see that there were some brown skid marks in the seat of my briefs which
if they had been white or light coloured would have been very evident,
but which hardly showed against the brown material. Funnily enough some
of the other kids used to call us convent school girls the “Shitty
Knickers” after the colour of our underwear.

One game the girls used to indulge in was to compare the size of the
jobbies we did and buddy dump. The latter had a risk to it as the nuns
certainly didnt approve of two girls in the same toilet cubicle , ( they
probably thought we were lesbians). What we did therefore was to go into
the next cubicle or stand outside the door. The girl doing the motion
would perform as her friends listened then she would leave the toilet
unflushed so we could see her jobbies. Sometimes of course we would do
really big ones which stuck anyway. In the warm weather some of us woudl
go into the woods near the school and have a buddy dumping sesson in the
bushes watching each other doing our motions then comparing results.

My husband, Steve and I watch each other perform. He loves me rubbing his
???? as he does his motion. We dont have kids, we didnt want any, so can
be totally unihibited. Steve also does some whoppers and I have to
disagree with the theory that women do fatter turds than men as we are
the same build but do virtually identical jobbies, (big fat 12 inchers,
sometimes longer) only his float and mine sink. To answer Ella, he used
to masturbate after doing a big jobbie, lots of men and boys do, and I
can personally say so do some girls. Steve will now put such an erection
to better use with me when I am present , but still whacks off if he is
alone at the time. Steph, Steve always dries his cock after a pee, many
blokes do, thankfully, as it avoids nasty pissy smells and stains on
their panties. Hope this interests readers. Theresa

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JW
To Joanne, I enjoyed your neat post about dumping with your daughter and
her friend. That truely is a bonding experience, rest assured your
daughter may remember that moment long after you are gone from this
earth. Things like that a imprinted in the minds eye forever. I to saw my
Mother dump only once, she had a really hard time of it that day. I will
never forget how red faced she got as she bore down to go. I think that
the day I learned (I was five) just how much effort you sometimes have to
put into pushing out a poop. Linda,what’s happened to you?–JW

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Zach
I had a talk with my gf (Jen) and she admitted that she would like to see
me taking a dump. I told her I already sort of knew since she liked
listening while I was in the bathroom. So she asked, what do you think?
And I said, I will only do it when I’m ready and she agreed to that. So
at least its out in the open.

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Cassi
Hi everyone,Lori,my sister Sam and I are about the same age as you and
your’s respectivly,I being the oldest.Though our Mom showed us the use of
tampons and other hygiene,we slept in the same room.We also heard each
others’s farts, which was natural+ unavoidable and even had wind contests
during lightning showers so my sis who was afraid wouldn’t be so.We have
seen each other on the toilet too, but as to your ques-tion?I asked Sam
and she thinks maybe you idolized your old-dest sister and assumed she
would think you childish or my thought perhaps you felt you couldnot
share such intimate feelings with her.I think she was giving you openings
and maybe still is.Try talking about a past funny memory you shared with
her and approach these feelings slowly with her. my guess,she will Love
you for it.Bye

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Jane
My question is for the guys only. How can you guys use stalls without
doors on them? My brother works at a service station, he tells us
everyday men pull their cars to the gas pumps, and go to use the mens
toilets, while their vehiches are being filled up. My brother tells us
that there are 2 stalls in the mens restroom and there aren’t any doors.
He says he often needs to go in and remind the gentlemen, that their cars
are filled, and , while they are sitting there doing their business, or
wiping up, they will squirm into their pants for payment, or car keys. I
asked my brother, “how can you walk up to someone, sitting on the toilet,
and talk to them?’ He says it is no big deal, guys usually apologize for
taking too long. My question, I would not dare ask any men that I know
is, do any mens restrooms have doors on the stalls? I cannot imagine
sitting on a toilet with women walking past me. You guys deserve medels
for using public toilets.

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Dave-NY
Boy, my ex-g/f just had the most unbelievable accident you could possibly
imagine! We were walking on Jones’ Beach, and there weren’t any bathrooms
that near us being that we went out kinda far towards the surf, but
anyway, we were walking along, when all of a sudden, she groans a little
bit, and when I asked her what was wrong, she just said, “Nothing, just
had a gas pain.” So we kept on walking, when all of a sudden, she looked
a little desperate, trying to hold it in, and she was holding her butt
trying to keep it from slipping out. I tried to comfort her, and she’s
saying, “It’s a hard one, but it’s not gonna stop here, DAMN, I can’t
hold it in!” Right then, she let out a tremendous moan, and she starts
trying to walk to the bathrooms all the way across the beach, and then
she stopped and I could see a lump starting to form in the seat of her
underwear, and it kept on growing until it was sticking out, I’m guessing
about 5 inches! See ya later!! Happy motions to all! Dave-NY

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Watcher & “Aunt Arielle”
We were visiting “Aunt Arielle” one time when I was 10. Her husband and
my dad were playing golf, and my mom was shopping with my grandmother. I
was just screwing around in the kitchen, when I saw Aunt Arielle pass by
a doorway, carrying a newspaper. The bathroom was down the hall, so I
followed. She had closed the door, but I got real close and could hear.
All I could hear for a while were the pages of the newspaper turning,
along with her softly exhaling after a powerful strain. Finally, I heard
a soft muffled farting sound, a very slight sound of water being
disturbed, and a very audible sigh. At that point the doorbell rang. Aunt
Arielle called out for me to get it. I did, and it was some guy who had
some stuff for my uncle, a friend of theirs. He asked if Arielle or Jim
were there. I said she was, and that I’d go get her. I hurried back to
the bathroom door, with a diamond cutter of a hardon. I decided to be
really brazen, and boldly stepped into the bathroom with the news. Aunt
Arielle was sitting on the toilet, leaned way forward, arms on her
thighs. Her pants, a pair of jeans, were around her ankles, so that she
could spread her legs far enough apart to still balance her forearms on
her legs, and get the full spread of the open newspaper. She had on her
glasses, and her hair was pulled back into a scrungy. I told her about
the guy at the door. She might as well have been sitting in a lawn chair,
from her reaction. She just said, “All right, dear, thank you,” and got
up, pulled her pants up, laid the newspaper on the floor and went to the
door. She told the guy she had been in the bathroom. He knew it and told
her so, because the angle of view from the front door was a straight shot
to the bathroom, so he’d seen her too, from a distance, and teased her a
little about it, and she hit him on the forearm, but was laughing, and
enjoying the teasing too, and maybe was turned on that he had seen her.
From their conversation, I had a few minutes, so I went back in and
looked. The bowel movement she had left in the toilet was big, starting
back in the bend, and coming up and to the side, an 8 inch prize, I would
estimate, along with some smaller pieces beside it. Pretty decent
consistency, smooth, pretty juicy, probably.The air was an intoxicating
mix of her Beautiful perfume, and a smell of poop strong enough to make
your eyes water. She hadn’t started to wipe yet, but I got out, and
listened again when she went back in. She didn’t read this time, but
after a couple of more ploops in the water, she wiped her bottom eight
times, flushing after five, then doing three more, so I was right about
it being a soft juicy one. She washed her hands, and came out, and asked
me if I’d like to go uptown and get some things. More on Aunt Arielle, as
I saw her a total of 11 times, 7 of them bms, she usually went again in
the late evening. I always wondered if being seen didn’t matter to her at
all, or what she was feeling. I always felt she was an exhibitionist, but
we never talked about any of the times I’d seen her going to the
bathroom. Next, I’ll tell about a time when my dad, a friend of mine and
I walked in on her in Florida, totally by accident.

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Hugh G.
In junior high, I had to catch the bus at 6:40 a.m., and ride for 45
minutes to school. Now, waking up early does terrible things to my
digestive tract. I’m not hungry for breakfast for at least 30 minutes,
sometimes an hour. Then I sometimes get diarrhea. Well, nothing bad
happened to me on the bus ride. Instead, something hilarious happened,
and nobody knew how it started. I would usually ride in the middle of the
bus in a seat by myself. The others were scattered in little groups here
and there on the bus. I don’t recall what I ate the night before, but I
had some serious GAS. Fortunately, I can usually fart silently, so I did
just that. This was in the middle of January, so it was too cold to open
the windows. The gas smelled a bit of pepperoni, and was not absorbed by
the vinyl-covered vomit-green-colored seats, so it filled the entire bus.
There was still nearly 30 minutes of travel waiting for us, so it was a
most foul ride. Just as the smell would start to ebb, I’d let loose
another, perhaps worse than the last. People were gagging and pretending
to vomit (someone did barf on the bus, but that was another morning), and
trying to igure out the source of the odor. I was not suspected or
approached, and everyone was glad when the bus arrived at school and
opened the door. People voiced opinions to that effect to the bus driver
as th! ey exited. The bus driver, a black woman who resembled Night
Court’s Marsha Warfield, replied, “Yeah, it’s one of those sour ones!”. I
thought that was hilariously funny, but kept it to myself. After the bus
ride, I didn’t fart again, nor did my bowels move. I wnder why. Rection.

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has anyone every taken their clothes off after a day when they have had
bad wind all day and found that you’re undies stink? I have found this
and I think it might offer an explanation about the fact that ‘naked
farts’ smell worse-the clothes soak up the smell!

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