Toiletpostm

Old Posts From The Toilet: Page 13

ToiletStool.com 13

* Home
* < Previous page: 14
* |
* Next Page: 12 >
* Random
* Survey
*
*
*
*

PottyBoy
thanks for the details, Strider. I’m sorry that you do not have nicer
bathrooms at school. I work as a school custodian and the ones I’m
involved with are decent, and the kids don’t vandalize them for some
reason. The girls love to use the boy’s urinals. To Alex – I REALLY
enjoyed your story, drop in again sometime.

===========================================================================

DD
I bumped into my friend Denise and her fiancee at a centrally located
mall (we live about 20 miles apart- the mall is about 10 miles from
either of us). I met her husband-to-be for the first time (lucky guy 🙂
). It was around lunch time and he asked me if I had anything to eat. I
said “no,” and he then asked if I wanted to join Denise and him for
lunch. I agreed, and we went to a pizza place within the mall. We finally
got our pizza and drinks, and, as I watched Denise eat her pizza and sip
her Diet Coke, I couldn’t help fantasizing about having to relieve
herself two hours later. I normally don’t think about girls (or guys)
doing their duty, but since I found out about this site, and Denise
reminding me of watching each other going to the bathroom when we were
younger, I got quite “excited” (if you know what I mean) thinking about
her on the toilet. Hope this isn’t too racy, but boy did I love seeing
her and thinking about her having to go…

===========================================================================

lowercase
hi alex, i am an avid camper myself and am fascinated in woman taking
poos especially in outhouses or camping toilets. while just camping
beside a washroom on the weekend, i couldnt help but notice all the woman
that went in and out to use the bathroom. would love to hear more of your
outdoor activities.

===========================================================================

Theo
To Alex: I really enjoyed your post about you and your 3 friends. Had any
more experiences like that? I want to hear them. Keep posting.
Today I was kind of sick with I don’t know what. I had to take a dump
this morning; I had the bathroom all to myself since I took the day off
and everyone else was at work (I rent a room in a house with several
other people). Good thing, because I had one hell of a time trying to get
it out. That’s unusual for me, I’m usually right-in, right-out kind of
person, shit just falls right out of me. But today it was almost
gas-forced. I was making quite a bit of noise in the bathroom there,
hoping nobody was listening (but not really caring), and when it finally
all got out it looked like a hundred little rabbit droppings, all dark in
color and apparently pretty dense and heavy since it sunk to the bottom.
But at least it was a “clean” shit–the kind where toilet paper is not
needed!

===========================================================================

Eric (Alex’s brother)
story: We were out one day about 3 yrs ago, and my sister Alex had to
take a piss. The girl’s room was closed, and Alex was “straining” to hold
it in. I checked the men’s room to make sure no one was in there. I then
led Alex into the men’s room. I stood outside while Alex did her thing.
She must have peed for 3-4 minutes (she’s always drinking bottled water
and diet soda, so no wonder!). She finished, flushed, and after I made
sure nobody was coming in, led her out of the men’s room.
I’ll tell you about the one and only time I’ve had to crap outdoors (I’ve
peed more times than I can remember); I was 7 or 8 and our class was on
an all day hiking trip. I had to go really bad and couldn’t wait to get
back to the entrance. I ran out into the woods, dropped my pants, and let
out a couple of hard logs. My crap was a lot harder when I was younger;
can someone tell me why it’s become a lot softer since I became a teen?
Diet perhaps? Thanks and later all

===========================================================================

Steph(anie)
Hi, my name is “Steph” (short for Stephanie)- Alex’s friend. This site is
so cool; I don’t see what the big hangup is about relieving yourself is
about – all living creatures take dumps!
I’ve never had to take a dump outside, but I have peed numerous times
out-of-doors, usually at concerts or while camping. I usually squat
slightly when I have to go, but I have also peed into plastic,
non-biodegradable milk bottles (plastic milk bottles, how politically
incorrect :/ )
I usually don’t have as hard a time dumping as I did on our last camping
trip. Again, this site is great – I’ll be checking in again later. Shit
happens to everyone 🙂

Peace,
Steph

P.S. I agree with Alex- Jodi’s shit STINKS!!!

Alex
Hi guys, thanks for listing my post. I just showed Steph (one of the
“subjects” of my first posting; she stayed over my house last night) and
my brother, Eric (16) this web site. Steph thought this was “far out” and
Eric will post something about me. We all have to fill out the survey (2
females, 1 male), so I’ll check in again later…….

===========================================================================

Question
This is my first visit here and I really like the stories!
I myself have had (my English is not that great) only one accident in my
life. One day while I was on a Boy Scouts camping trip, I had eaten a
couple of things that did not agree with me. Later that day, actually it
was around 8pm, my stomach was beginning to grummble. Stupidly, I just
passed it off, thinking I was hungry. Well, my stomach kept on grummbling
for a while and I kept on passing it off. That was the stupidest mistake
ever.
It was then 9pm and it was lights out. We were in tents with the zippers
halfway up (just to let the fresh air come in). I felt a little pressure
down in my ass and I though it was just gas. Instead, it was a flood of
liquids and logs. My pants were ruined, but the sleeping bag was not too
stained. About halfway through, I tried to get up and out of the tent and
finish it up outside. Instead the explosion increased and things got a
wee bit messier. Thanking god that the $180 sleeping bag was not too
ruined; and as I unzipped the bag, the scoutmaster asked me if anything
was wrong. He had heard some rustling and cursing (he was on the far left
of the tent where I was on the far right, four person tent with three
people). I told him what happened and he told me to jump in the small
lake that was around 150 meters away and clean up. I was not the only one
that had an accident. Two other people soiled their shorts and bags. The
people who were not effected did not eat the stew that was fixed earlier
that day. I guess the stew had something in there that acted like a
laxative.
Anyway, after cleaning up, I changed my clothes and got back in the tent.
I did not sleep the rest of the night and had to go several more times.

===========================================================================

RedWings
Brielle-

I couldn’t beleive it when I read your post. I am a male professional
pilot in Ohio. I have been lurking here for a short while now and when I
saw your post, I just had to write you. While I am interested in all
facets of male and female toilet hygene, I would also love to share some
“relief tube” & “belted potty” a/c stories with you. I am so releived
(pardon the pun) to know a fellow aviator is into the same things that I
love. Do you have any stories about accidents you have had in the
aircraft?
Keep it out of the trees – RedWings

===========================================================================

Brielle
To Doug, I really don’t know how to describe the diffrernces in a man’s
pee urge, having never experienced one myself. I can tell you that my
urges are a pressure or full feeling in the low abdomen area, a few
inches above my urethra and a little inside. I would agree with the
statement that I am pretty full by the time I feel the urge to pee, and
usually only have 3-5 minutes to find a place to go – notice that I
didn’t say bathroom – before I’m in trouble. The fact that I have a
relatively small bladder capacity is also part of the urge situation. My
doctor has checked this and tells me that my normal capacity is about
250ml, and at around 350-400ml, i am in severe pain. A “typical” female
can hold about 500 with a pain level of 700, an many guys can go up to
1000ml on a regular basis.
To JSlide (and everyone I guess),
Here is a unique, and slightly embarassing, poop story. As I mentioned in
my previous message, I am a pilot for a small freight and charter flying
service. I mostly fly Piper Navajos, which are 6-9 seat twin engine
aircraft. Our company uses them for both passenger and freight service.
As I also mentioned before, I have a rather small bladder capacity, and
also short warning times when I have to pee. I learned early in my flight
training that I needed a method for relief in the airplane, after wetting
myself on my second cross country flight. How embarassing for a student!
Anyway, since that time I have been much more careful. Now I always wear
a diaper (Attends brand) under my clothes. This way, If I need to relieve
myself, no problem. I usually end up using the diaper about every other
flight.
That’s the background info, here’s the story:
Usually I fly alone, but on the night of this event (about three months
ago) I was with a new pilot that was in training for the route I was on.
His mane was Dan. He was a cute, single guy about my age, which made the
whole thing worse. It was about a three hour flight, with a load of some
sort of car parts in the back. About twenty minutes into the flight I
felt the urge to shit coming on, and knew that i should have made a stop
before we took off. Within the next ten minutes or so, I realized that I
had a serious problem. Had I been alone I would have just shit in my
diaper and cleaned up when I got to my destination. No problem, I’ve done
this several times before.
However, big problem here, I knew from a few farts that this would be a
smelly load, and I didn’t really want to sit in it for two hours with
another person in the plane. I could have shit the diaper and then
changed it (I always have extras in mu flight case) but that would still
leave me with shit smashed all over my butt. Landing is out of the
question, we have a schedule to keep. I began thinking about what was in
the plane that I could use, and didn’t come up with much. Next problem,
since we had a cargo load, there is a really heavy net right behind the
pilot seats, so I can’t go to the back of the plane or anything. I
decided that my best bet was to tell Dan about my problem. About the same
time I had to pee, so I did a regular diaper job. I tell Dan about my
urgent need to poop, and after a few minutes of thought, he produces a
trash bag from his flight case. Now, I cant go in the back of the plane
anywhere to take the dump, so I realize that it’s going to have to be
done right in my seat. I also realized that this menat undressing in
front of Dan, including showing him my now wet diaper. Resigned to my
fate, I drop my pants, revealing the diaper. I am watching Dan for a
reaction, but he is really professional, and totally helpful. Off comes
the diaper, which I rolled up and put away. I am now nude from the waist
down, and I realize the next problem: finding a good position. At this
point, Dan showed his true colors as a really caring guy. I had only met
him a few days before, and in this awkward situation, he suggests that I
move so that I am sitting with one cheek on each seat, and my asshole
centered in the six inch gap between. Dan then climbed over the seat into
the small gap, and crouched against the net. As I was using both hands to
support myself in this awkward position, he held the bag under my ass for
me. It was really hard to go in this settingm but I really had to go, and
somehow managed to let loose. It turned out to be a pretty hard shit,
about five logs, so it didn’t really stick too much or make a mess. It
would have been a really bad one to do in my diaper, however. After I
finished I wiped myself with a dry part of my old diaper, and then put it
in the bag with the shit, and placed it out of the way. Dan helped me get
a clean diaper on, and then I got my pants back up. We spent the rest of
the flight talking about the experience. We became a lot closer as a
result of this, and have seen each other socially a few times since. It
was really an embarassing situation at the time, but turned out really
cool in the end..

It’s after my bedtime, later ya’ll.. ..Brielle

===========================================================================

Susan
DOUG
I get the feeling to pee up inside. I would think it is the same as for
men, just in a different location.

===========================================================================

Thomas
BRIELLE:
I would sure like to hear some of your stories. Could you describe what
is like when you are going. What type of things do you when you are
going. (ie how do you sit, do you make sounds when you go etc.) Also have
you heard or seen other girls go? Looking forward to your responses!!!
Also ALEX, I loved your story. Your attention to detail is really
appreciated. Looking forward to more of the same!!

===========================================================================

Friday, August 08, 1997

===========================================================================

Today’s useless facts: Most of the female respondants squat when going
outside the next most used positions are roughly in order, sitting,
bending over, leaning against an upright surface and standing up. While
scanning through the meager stack of female responses, we found that a
good number of women enjoy standing up to pee… In other news, some of
the more interesting people have relieved themselves while outdoors, into
a rag, a car trunk, several shoping mall floors, and a gas tank. And the
third and last item, most parents kids playing outside to come in to use
the bathroom. However much fewer in number, many also send the kids home
or allow them to use their yard.

===========================================================================

JSlide
Brielle:
would like to hear any and all of your stories. I am especially
interested in your poop stories. Could you tell us a unique poop
experience?

===========================================================================

Coprologist
I was interested on what Susan said about becoming less shy about bowel
movements after becoming a regualar on this page. You realize that OTHER
PEOPLE also grunt and moan and leave a stink behind in the bathroom. I’ve
now come to the conclusion that anyone who locks himself in a stall who
does NOT make a noise is probably in there for reasons unrelated to
taking a dump, that I am not allowed to mention on this page. [In fact, I
sometimes wonder why I have become such an addict to the Toilet, when
really I much prefer Maxx Fordham’s page. I’m sure I will not be allowed
to give you the URL, without getting myself banned!]
So now if I need a shit in a public restroom, I have no worries about
grunts and farts. And as for splashes as your friends hit the target,
well, that’s what you’re in there for. I always feel better if has been a
struggle and I really have produced a lot. I still hate leAving skidmarks
in the toilet, though, but preompt and rapid flushing take care of that.
I flush at least 3 times per visit, because it reduces the stink as well
as prevents skidmarks. You owe it to the next customer, and you’re not
paying the water bill.

===========================================================================

Joe
Hi everybody. Today at work, after I got back from lunch, I had to unload
some crap in the bathroom. There are four urinals and three stalls in our
bathroom. When I went in, there was already somebody in the middle stall.
So, I went into the other little one, pulled my pants to my ankles and
sat down. Bam! Instant relief! Dozens of small turds were “gas propelled”
into the bowl. It was noisy too. I guess the guy next door recognized my
shoes. It was my friend from down the hall. So we struck up a
conversation while unloading. He was being pretty loud as well, farts and
splashes occasionally. He wiped and left, and I followed a few minutes
later. More posting tomorrow. Bye.

===========================================================================

Doug
Brielle and Susan, where do you feel the urge to pee? I think the urge is
different for women than it is nor men sense you don’t have a penis. Also
I read that Men’s bladers are less full when they feel the urge to pee.
Hence women can become desperate sooner than men.

===========================================================================

Alex(andra)
Hi, I’m Alex, short for Alexandra, but everyone calls me “Alex.” I didn’t
notice any other Alexes on here, so I’ll post in the future as Alex; just
want everyone to know I’m female (Alex is one of those “gender neutral”
names, ya know).

I’m a 19 yr old female, and this post is about a recent day hiking trip
with three of my friends (all of whom are also 19), Laura, Jodi, and
Stephanie. By the time we were finished hiking, I had to take a shit,
really bad. All of us went into the bathroom, which conveniently had 4
stalls. Jodi sat in the stall closest to the door, than Laura, than me,
then, in the last stall (by the wall), Stephanie.

Imagine the cacophony of 4 girls simultaneously peeing. Once we stopped
piddling (I didn’t yet know whether anyone else had to crap), there was
about a minute of bathroom silence; I then heard Jodi unload a really
“wet” sounding crap into the toilet; I then smelled Jodi’s poop (I’ve
been in the bathroom after Jodi on other occasions, so I recognized the
distinguishable stench…) from two stalls away. I began defecating (this
is a good time to tell you my “normal” shitting habits; I have diahrrea
or mild constipation about 2-3 times a year. Otherwise, I normally shit
once or twice a day, average 3-4 not-too-soft, not-too-hard logs, with a
mild odor (not nearly as bad as Jodi’s!). I usually spend no more than 10
minutes on the toilet). My friend Laura, in the stall to the right
between me and Jodi, then began to fart out some “medium” sounding turds
(in other words, similar to mine).

Stephanie, in the stall to my left, obviously hearing the three of us
crapping, then said “I’m wicked constipated, maan.” “Try pushing real
hard,” advised Laura. Stephanie began straining about 5 or 6 times. Laura
and I were still “unloading” our buttholes (if you know what I mean 🙂 ).
Jodi, who by that time was finished (but hadn’t yet wiped her butt),
offered “Steph, try putting your hands on your abdomen, press in while
you push out.” About 2 minutes later, Steph proudly exclaimed, “its
coming out, its coming out. Finally dumpin’, maan.” (Steph is a
“neo-hippie,” and loves to end her sentences with “maan.”)

Jodi and I were finished, and I think Laura also was, but Steph was still
“plopping” really hard crap into the toilet (yes, these were flush
toilets with water, and toilet paper!!! Laura agreed to carry a roll in
her backpack just in case any of us had to go in a “no toilet paper”
zone. We luckily didn’t have to use it 🙂 ). “Sorry I’m taking so long,
guys,” said Steph. “No problem, Steph,” exclaimed Jodi. I then said, in
good-natured mimickry, “that’s cool, maan.” Steph, Laura, and Jodi burst
out laughing!!!

I hope this wasn’t too long, but to summarize, we spent a total of about
25-30 mins in that washroom. Nobody else came in or left while we were
there. We all wiped our vaginas and butts, washed our hands and left. I’m
not a lesbian (although my Laura is bi), but I found this “female
bonding” experience quite arousing. More later…

===========================================================================

Thursday, August 07, 1997

===========================================================================

We promised two of these yesterday here is one and we will have 3 later
when the sun comes up. If you are using and AOL browser under Windows 3.1
or the browser with the name IWENG/1.2.000 (thanks to poopster for
helping us track down the bug) or Netcom’s Netscape 3.0-NC320 please give
us a ring on the courtesy phone.

Seems that survey respondants are putting the toilet paper in the holster
[sic] overwhelmingly so that it rolls of the top of the roll (not down by
the wall.) There is a steady stream of survey responses from those who
put the toilet paper the other way though.

===========================================================================

redneck
On its own page due to size.

===========================================================================

Brielle
To Matt and anyone else interested in my stories (all true) let me know
where to start (accidents, strange places I’ve gone, etc.)

To Gary, about urinals in ladies rooms. I’ve been to a few places that
have had them, or at least fixtures other than normal toilets. The rest
stops on the Ohio Turnpike have fixtures similar to the mail urinals
where you can face the device, which is sort of a triangular bowl, with
your pants down around your knees. The narrow end of the bowl is about
five inches across, and fits comfortable near your thighs. You can then
pee, and urine flowing anywhere from straight down to far forward will be
collected. Seems that most people handle them well or else don’t use
them, because they tend to be pretty clean. I have no problems with them,
but I am pretty experienced with going in places other than toilets (more
on this later.)

To Claire, Don’t feel too bad about that.. Bedwetting happens to people
of all ages for many different reasons.

To everyone, I’m glad to be here, in a setting where bodily functions can
be discussed freely. Due to the fact that I have a very small bladder
capacity (and often very short warning times before I go) and spend a lot
of time in places away from a bathroom, I have lots of experience with
going in locations other than toilets. Urinals, diapers, and assorted
outdoor locations are almost daily pee stops for me, along with many out
of the way places occasionally. If anyone (guys or girls) have questions
about this, however personal, I feel that I can probably answer them
here. I can’t be too specific on who I am, but I will tell you that I am
a 24 year old single female in Ohio. I am a pilot for a regional freight
airline service.

I’ll try to get back to this site often, so everyone please feel free to
drop me a line.. Later.. ..Brielle

===========================================================================

Susan
Sorry I haven’t posted since my first one but I have been away for a few
days. I haven’t had a BM for the last two days. Riding into work on the
subway I could feel it starting to move around inside of me. I knew that
I would have to go as soon as I got to work. After droping my stuff off
at my desk I headed straight for the ladies room. When I came in I saw
two of the stalls were occupied. I went into the open one between them.
The girl on my right was there for the same reason. As I was pulling up
my skirt to sit down I could here a long piece coming out of her. It
splashed into the toilet and was followed by a rather loud fart. The girl
on my left was peeing. She finished and flushed and left. As I sat down
on the toilet I could feel that this was going to be a big one. I leaned
forward and started to push. ( When I am pushing I lean so far forward
that my head is between my knees. This seems to make it easier to push
for me.) As I was pushing I looked under the stall at the girls feet
beside me. She had on blue pumps and her feet were spread quiet far
apart. She must have been finished because I could here her taking toilet
paper to wipe. As she took the paper I could see her feet moving around.
It looked like she stood up and faced the toilet to wipe herself. She had
to wipe 5 times before she was finished. I know had to concentrate on the
urge building up in my bowls. I took a deep breath and pushed and it
started to come out. It was very hard and slow at the beggining. I think
this was due to not going for a couple of days. After the first piece it
started to get softer and faster. I didn’t have push as hard. I kept on
pushing and straining through them all. Normally I would try and be as
quite as I possible. But after seeing all the other post’s here I’m not
as shy in the bathroom anymore. Acutally I find it exciting to hear what
other girls are doing and to think they can hear me. There were 6 good
size pieces in all. When i finished I had to wipe 7 or 8 times to get
everything clean. When I was wiping another girl came in to the bathroom.
I’ll have to leave her till my next post.

Just read Clare’s description of her dream and how she wet the bed while
dreaming of being and peeing on the beach. A similar thing happened to me
when I was about 17. I had gone to sleep without my usual pee, and found
myself dreaming of being desperate to pee, but being on a bus. In the
dream I was h olding myself and squirming around (this has happened for
real), but then managed to get off the bus. In the dream I was wearing a
skirt and a top. Dreaming that I was running to the house, I didn’t make
it and began to wet my panites and totally soak my legs. Then I began to
wake up and realize that I was soaking my panties and everything on the
bed. I jumped up, and just stood by the bed with my legs spread and
finsihed going in my panites, making quite a large puddle on the floor.
My bed was soaked, and my panties and ass and legs were too. I was
embarassed and amused at myself. My younger brother (15) found out since
for some reason he was still up as I walked to the bathroom to clean
myself up still wearing my wet panites and t-shirt. He teased me
endlessly about wetting my bed and panites, and it got around school in
the next few days, with some other kids teasing me. I found out, however,
that similar things had happened to a few other girls.

Oh, well: Pee Happens, I guess.

Susan

===========================================================================

Wednesday, August 06, 1997

===========================================================================
Nick, Coprologist your posts concerning the below were dropped to save
space. Here is what you requested. We will have more totals for tomorrow.
This is slow going because due to a programming screw up with some of the
coding behind the survey, a serious data conversion problem and early
changes and corrections in the survey, all of the data has to be entered
into the database manually. Ouch. we just found all this out at the last
minute. We are currently working to correct the problems to make for less
work for ourselves in the future. Please note: any female results will
have a high margin of error due to the fact that we have so few ~124 as
opposed to ~340 male For now since we don’t yet have enough responses to
run a validly scientific survey we will also throw in and use around 200
responses from the original survey The ~660 responses we have are out of
about 7,000 hits (that we know of) in other words, Thousands of people
have blown us off. The target number of responses was 1,000 for each sex.
Anyway we did promise results this week and won’t have any actual facts
and figures for a while, but we will post general observations,

1. In the highly secretive but widely practiced field of relieving
oneself outdoors: several common places that many of the people
responding have gone: Swimming pools, beside a road while traveling,
potted plants, and trash cans. That is both bodily functions. Would
anyone out there care to share on this subject?

2. From the question “strangest places children had to go”: most common,
parking lot, some of the more interesting ones, hamburger box, behind a
rock at the beach. In front of the house when the bathrooms were out of
order, and off the side of an escalator.

Later Today: Places people have gone (adult) that fell under the other
category and other people’s kids, send them home or let them come inside
when they need to go. Also later this week, Which way the paper should go
in the holder, what positions women use most outdoors, and the most
common times of day to catch someone on the crapper. In the mean time, If
you haven’t already please fill out the survey. and don’t forget that
this forum is not this entire web site.

===========================================================================

Josh
One time when I was in 8th grade, I went over to a friends house in a
different neighborhood, but the same town. My friends name was Dave. Dave
had a pond about 100 yards down a pretty steep hill from his house. Dave
and I had a mutual friend named Phil. Phil was a normal looking guy
(average 8th grade size), but there was something about Phil that was
not-so-average. This guy could crap. Dave and Phil and I had gone down to
the pond to do some swimming, and the moment we got there, Phil had to
take a dump. He swam over to the edge of the pond, and couldn’t wait any
longer, he crapped right there. As Dave and I were laughing at Phil, and
throwing clumps of mud at Phil, I saw the biggest terd I’ve ever seen
come out of this guys butt. Later when he was done, I went and looked at
it, and it was a solid terd about 2in in diameter, and about 14in long (I
am not kidding here). The best part of the story hasn’t even come yet.
Later, Dave Phil and I got into a mud fight. When me and Dave ganged up
on Phil, he actually went to the edge of the pond, and grabbed a handful
of this monstrous poop in both hands, and proceeded to throw it at us. It
was the most disgusting thing that I have ever seen. You guys have a
great page here, keep the stories coming.

===========================================================================

Matt
Hey Brielle, I would love to hear your stories!!
Hope to hear from you soon…

-Matt

===========================================================================

A Confession
The Tequila Poop

This is a shameful story about a night of excessive partying, the very
unconscious and very complete loss of bowel control it caused, and the
embarassing and messy after effects. It was the seventies. I was a junior
in a college town in the wilds of the mid-west, and was invited to a
mid-winter party at a sororiety. Lots of alcohol, joints, music —
anything to make another frozen weekend pass by. The problem was those
shots of tequila. Too many shots of tequilla, taken too fast, with a
heavy starter load of beer and bongs. The whirlies set in, and I decided
it was time to go. I managed to find my coat, but got lost getting out of
their house- and ended up passing out in the basement! Now I¹ve been with
girlfriends who puked from drinking, who wet the bed, I had a roommate
who had epilepsy and would have seizures where she would mess in her
pants– just loose all control, shaking and shivering with a wet stain
spreading between her legs– sometimes uncontrollably loading her pants.
Well that night, passed out on the floor, old Jose Cuervo did the same to
me, but all three together. I don¹t remember anything until the next
morning, but during the night in my drunken stupor I barfed all over my
jacket and had a big accident in my pants. I woke up the next morning,
and all I could feel at first was my pounding head. My legs and crotch
felt warm, damp- I thought I was sweating until I saw the puddle. The
puddle of pee, my pee, that I was lying in. Things got worse. I felt
something in the back of my underwear (I was wearing panties with long
johns – those winters are cold!). Had I? Could I have? I sat up, and felt
my jeans and panties sticking to my ass. I reached back and felt myself,
I couldn¹t believe it — but I had done the dirty deed, complete loss of
bowel and bladder control while passed out from drinking. Worse, I must
have rolled around- the poop had squished out of my panties into my long
underwear, which was like a sponge soaked with pee. I was too hung over
to be really embarassed. I remember standing in the shower washing the
shit off my ass and swearing off tequila forever, or at least until next
weekend. My roomate was understanding- she even offered my one of her
diapers for my next party.

===========================================================================

STRIDER
I haven’t been able to get on this site for a couple of days. I’ve been
at Susquehanna University preparing for some extra classes I’m taking
this week [since Monday] and next week. You might not see me here for a
while. I’m not sharing a story but answering some questions directed to
me.

ANSWER #1
First,it’s a junior high school,so what would you expect. I’ve heard from
some friends [male and female.I hear so many people saying I can’t have
females as friends. Do you see a problem with that?] that some girls have
just walked out of the boy’s bathroom[and vice versa] every so often,but
never saw any myself. Only one stall in both boys and girls bathrooms
have a door. There were doors on them about 35 years ago. [these two
sentence probably belong in the next answer]

ANSWER #2
Guess! The only time they are cleaned is during the end of a school year
for the next year. Every mirror is cracked or broken and the main one
downstairs has a lot of toilet paper on the floor and everywhere else.
Also,if you ever visit them,WATCH WHERE YOU STEP!

ANSWER #3
It matters which sex you talk about. Females,yes. Males,no. I only know
[even from hearing other people] of 6 males that have. From what I hear
about the females though,about 85% of them have gone at least once. I’m
going into eighth grade and these are for my seventh grade year. In
Elementary school, 95% of the males went at least once.

Does this answer all your questions,PottyBoy?

STRIDER OFF!

===========================================================================

Claire
Hi, I’m a 15-year old girl and I’d like to tell you all what happened to
me last week. I had gone to bed at 10 pm as usual, and woke at about 1 am
(unusual!). I needed a pee, but could hear my older sister in the
bathroom, having just come in from a party, having a shower. Well, I must
have drifted off to sleep again, because I was dreaming I was walking
along a deserted beach. In my dream I was wearing a pair of tatty jeans.
I remember it clearly, they had a hole in the knee, and were far too long
for me. I was also naked above the waist. The waves were washing over my
feet, and this, together with the excitement of being bare-breasted meant
that in my dream, I was desperate to pee. I giggled to myself, gave my
nips a tweak, and just peed in the jeans. I looked down, and watched the
wet stain spreading down my legs, but strangely, I only felt the warm
wetness on my bottom and back. I closed my eyes, and suddenly I was lying
on my back on something soft, warm, and …… my bed! I woke up and I
was soaking myself! I just lay there until I was finished, then surveyed
the damage. I did what I could with towels and talc, but my mum was
furious, convinced I had just been lazy, and threatened me with a plastic
sheet if it happened again. I told my friend the next day and she was
tickled pink. She agreed with my mum, and told me she wished she had the
nerve to do something like that!

===========================================================================

Joe
Hi. Today I’m talking about my bathroom detour today. I can’t think of
any more stories for right now. I was at home right after lunch on my
much needed, but very hot day off. This guy I live with, who chooses to
remain nameless, (He thinks people can figure out who he is because he
lives with somebody named Joe.) was in the bathroom taking his sweet time
about things, right when I needed to fart out my heap. He was in there
with about 3 separate newspapers, stinking and crapping the place up. I
kept yelling in to the bathroom for him to get out. He sat there saying
“Sorry, I had alot to eat yesterday, out in a minute.” After 10 minutes
(he was obviously stalling). I threatened to kick the door in. I was
about to take hostages to get him to come out when he flushed and left. I
already had a piece of crap half way out, but not yet touching my briefs.
I quickly ran in to the bathroom, which smelled like 12 horses had just
relieved themselves in it. And sat down. I pushed out the rest of the
half way out log, then dumped about thirty more small pieces with loud,
wet farts in between over the course of about 5 minutes. I reached for
toilet paper, and, just like in the horror stories, there was an empty
roll. Knowing there would be brown stains if I pulled my pants up now, I
had to get a plan, quickly. My ass crack was still dripping with soft
crap. So, I got up with my pants down, and waddled to the hall cabinets
where there were several rolls of toilet paper. On my way back to the
bathroom, my female roomie came around the corner, and at the sight of me
started laughing her head off. I made a fast retreat to the bathroom,
wiped up, flushed, and came out to find my friend still rolling on the
floor laughing.

===========================================================================

Gary Re ladies urinals I am interested in the comments by Gillian &
others on “urinals in the ladies room”. Until recently, I thought that
this was quite impossible. However, after visiting “Thomas’ water
resources page”, and “patches place” I am now convinced otherwise.

The pictures are quite convincing that women can pee standing up. I am
interested in the (un-named) response that some women like to use the
urinals in the mens room. How many women visiting this site have actually
done this? or how many guys have seen a women come into the mens room and
use the urinal?

After some further surfing on the net, I have found that there are
actually urinals made for women. Aparantly, they are common in some
countries, but I have yet to find out which countries, and how the women
use them. The ones I found on the net have a hose with a funnel, which is
then hung up and flushed. Are the type used in the mens room common in
overseas counrties?
I would really like to here of people’s (especially women’s) peeing
experiences here.

Thanks,
Gary.

===========================================================================

Tuesday, August 05, 1997

===========================================================================

Brielle, We would be very interested in hearing your stories.

===========================================================================

Brielle
Hey all, I’m new at this, and need a little encouragement. I have many
stories about my self and my friends to share. If you are interested,
drop a note to let me know..

===========================================================================

Simon
Last week I got my hair cut in a high end downtown salon. The place is
always full of scantily clad beautiful women that makes the expensive
fees worth it.
I was kept waiting for about five minutes and Sui my stylist finally
emerged from the back room giggling. I have been to see Sui many times
before, a very tall ( 5’10 ), woman with exotic long black hair from
Taiwan in amazing physical shape. Sui’s body is ” model-like ” waifish
with a perfect tight ass which she obviously didn’t mind people staring
at since she was wearing a pair of skin tight white pants and a short
T-Shirt reveling a perfectly flat stomach and mid sized breasts.
After I sat down at her chair and talked about what I wanted done another
girl approached us and they both started laughing… the other girl
whispered something in Sui’s ear and walked away.
I felt I knew Sui — we went out for coffee the last time I got my hair
cut and feeling a little paranoid I asked what all the laughing was about.
After pressing a bit — she finally sheepishly told me that she hadn’t
pooed for about three days and somehow this trivia had gotten around the
salon. This morning when she finally felt the urge one of the hair
washers Marie and the woman that owned the salon Sara followed her into
the bathroom, and tried to help her out.
I asked her to tell me what exactly happened. As she began to trim my
bangs she began to blush as she recanted in very broken English:
” I come into staff bathroom with the girls, feeling a bit funny about
taking my pants down but Sara tell me to relax and she my boss – anyway –
Marie tell me to turn around and sit on toilet backwards hands against
the wall – she tell me western women do this – I climb on toilet and
Marie start to give me slow back massage making me feel conformable – I
still embarrassed to poo because my bum so exposed – Sara squat down
beside me and tell me not to worry – I began to push hard and finally I
feel my bottom hurt and I start to make very loud loud noise – like I’m
making love, a poop the size of a large sausage came out and made a huge
splash both girls found this very funny. It felt very nice Sara my friend
holding my hand – she telling me to push, she like the sounds I make, – I
become even louder and then another big one came out — I feel so good,
tears come down my face Sara Marie and I hug. – ”
After telling me this story I almost fainted but tried to hold it
together. She changed the subject – I got a good cut and gave Sui a big
tip. Her story alone was worth 50 bucks.

===========================================================================

Coprologist
We had a visitor staying at the weekend, a very old friend and ate and
drank a lot more than usual. In paticular on Saturday I drank some 3
pints of beer, two glasses of wine and one of vermouth, and we went to an
expensive restaurant and had some excellent Italian food. The consequence
was that within half an hour of getting up on Sunday I had had two dumps.
The first was a massive explosive blasting out of a huge quantity of very
soft shit, blown all over the inside of the toilet bowl. The second shit
was similar, but less explosive. Some of the beer we had drunk was brewed
in Burton-on-Tent where thae water is full of magnesium sulfate. Also
known as Epsom salts, mag sulf is a very effective laxative, as I found.
The other thing that happens with Burton-brewed beer is that some of the
sulfate is reduced during the fermenation to sulfide, which you can taste
in the beer, and which makes your farts smell particulary foul. So my two
dumps were both smelly, and when I later went for a third dump, I found I
had left skidmarks on the bottom of the toilet.

===========================================================================

Jill
We have two loos in our house. One is in the bathroom upstairs which is
where I prefer to do my business; the other is a “cloakroom” right next
to the front door. The other evening, I needed to “go”, but my husband
was in the bathroom taking a shower, so I had to use the downstairs loo.
I had more or less finished my dump, when the doorbell rang. I quickly
wiped and went out to answer the door, intending to return to finish off.
It was a friend of my husband’s so I invited him in to wait, and went
into the kitchen to make him a coffee. While I was there I heard the loo
flush , and I realised he must have gone into the downstairs loo, which I
had just used – and hadn’t yet flushed. I didn’t mention it, and he said
nothing to me, but the next evening, my husband asked whether there had
been something wrong with our loo. I said “not that I was aware of –
why?”. Apparantly, his friend had commented that the loo appeared to be
full of poo – and he could recommend a good plumber! By the way, I did
fill out the survey form some time back – since you claim that there has
been a lack of female participation, should I fill it out again? Thanks
but one to a customer please.

===========================================================================

Joe
Hi, it’s Joe agian. Today, I guess I’ll tell about last week. I hadn’t
been feeling too good last week, and on Saturday, it all came out in a
huge bout of diarrea. It started at work about mid-morning. It just felt
like the regular need to crap, only different. So, I went into the
bathroom and locked myself in. I sant down, and there was a sort of
fart/liquid explosion. It kept me in there for 20 minutes, all liquid
with an occasional chunk of something. I kept running to the toilet every
half hour. Then I finally, after careful timing, went home sick. Once I
was in the car, I felt the urge agian, despite careful timing. So, I
quickly pulled off into a gas station, which had suprisingly clean
restrooms. This held me over until I got home, where my explosions
continued for the rest of the day. Finally, by the next morning, the
liquid crap stopped, and I felt much better.

===========================================================================

Monday, August 04, 1997

===========================================================================

PottyBoy
Hi Strider, nice to have you here. Tell us all about your school
bathrooms. Do some of the girls use the boys rooms, and vice versa? Are
the restrooms clean and comfortable? Or are they a mess? Do a lot of kids
poop at school?

===========================================================================

jeff
Yesterday I was on my lunch break from work and i had to shit real bad
before i went back on the clock. So i went to the restroom of the place i
was eating at, dropped trou, and let out this humongous fart when a
little crap nugget shot out of my asshole at about 40 miles per hour! It
was the first time I had ever shot something out of my ass, usually i
just drop logs… about that story about shitting at the public toilets
in the beach… Washington SQ Park has a restroom like that, but when ya
gotta go there’s nothing you can do but assume the position and pray…
i’ve heard it’s easier to bend all the way over when you can’t sit down,
like in the woods. Opinions?

===========================================================================

Sunday, August 03, 1997

===========================================================================

STRIDER
I feel so releived after reading the old posts today! I thought I was the
only fairly young person here. But I saw a couple people my age or close
with posts here. Many stories I write will have to do with scout related
activities. This doesn’t.

I was at a camp in the mountains for a school activity only for selected
students with leadership qualities and all A grades. I hope I don’t sound
arrogant. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom since last night and I think
everyone else didn’t either. After the buses unloaded us,I would guess
everyone ran to the bathroom. I was on the last seat of the last bus to
unload and really had to take a dump. I got to the Men’s batroom and saw
a line extending 15 feet from the batroom door. I went around to the
Women’s bathroom and probably for the first time in world history,there
was no line. I saw one of my friends going in [female,not male] and
followed 20 seconds behind. I sat down in the stall right next to her and
started to go. From her stall I heard sounds of straining and the words
“come on,get out”. I finished in about 5 minutes and left,hoping she
didn’t know it was me. I waited for about another 5-10 minutes before she
came out. I started to talk to her when she came out. From what she said
,I don’t think she knew it was me. THANK GOD! If she knew it was me, I
don’t know what she would say!

STRIDER OFF!

===========================================================================

Joe
This is my story about this one time I was at a baseball game with some
of my friends. This was definately not a major league baseball game. So,
there were portable toilets next to the stadium. Knowing my intestines, I
was quite sure that they would force me to use one of these. So, at about
5th inning, I headed down to the plastic toilets. I stepped inside one of
these, the smell of crap, piss, and whatever blue chemical goes into
these things was enough to kill somebody in the gas chamber. But I held
my breath and ran in. The toilets were almost full, so it was kind of
hard to expell anything comfortably, so I sort of sat down and let go
several large logs, being very very careful not to get splashed. It came
out quickly, which was good because I was running out of air. There was
no toilet paper, so I pulled up my shorts and found some TP in the next
toilet. I finally ran out of the next toilet where I found the TP gaspin
for air. It smelled even worse then the one I was in before. Three weeks
later, real bathrooms were installed, lucky for me, but a little too
late. Keep on posting!

===========================================================================

Doug
TOO MUCH PEACH JUICE

Back 7 1/2 years ago I was in Little Rock, Arkansas, at The Lions World
Services for the Blind. In Dixie they had some dishes not common in the
north, one was fried okra (it was good) and the other was peach juice.
On the first Sa-turd=ay I was there I drank lots of peach juice for
breakfast. After I took my post breakfast dump, I took some mini pee
squirts, a sign that my kidneys were getting rid of a lot of liquid; I
did not take the warning.
I went for a 3 mile walk on that January day. As I was heading back the
urge to pee was getting very strong. As I was returning I thought of
pissing in the storm sewer openings; they are large there because they
get much rain. Well, I held on and returned to the institute. I went to
the bathroom on the ground floor then exclamed “Made it!” A man using the
urinal said “It is occupied!” Fortunatly, a stall was open if it was not
I would have done it in the sink. As it had turned out I did a bery Dixie
thing “I peed in the toilet.”

===========================================================================

Friday, August 01, 1997

===========================================================================

To Gillian:

We don’t have many urinals for girls but some of their toilets are out in
the open, such as in schools, to prevent vandalism, smoking, etc., A lot
of women like to use boys urinals.

Next page: Old Posts page 12 >

<Previous page: 14
Back to the Toilet
ToiletStool.com, “Boldly bringing .com to your bodily functions.” Go to
Page…        Survey