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Adam
US I saw my father doing a motion (bowel movement or BM) when I was about
10.
I had been given my first fishing rod and reel by an uncle and dad
decided to accompany me in case I fell into the water and to protect me
from possibly being bullied by older kids as Glasgow even in the mid
1950s was a tough area. we got the bus out to Hogganfield Loch (as we
Scots call a lake) just outside Glasgow . He had taken a day’s leave from
work and I had been given an unofficial day off school this was my
birthday treat. We found a quiet spot and set up and I soon caught a
couple of small fish (perch). Mum had made a packed lunch for us. When we
wanted a pee we just went in the bushes as most men and boys do. However
the second time we both went for a toilet break as I stood to pee, having
taken my penis out through the fly opening of my underpants and trousers
I saw dad undo the buckle of his belt and pull down his trousers
revealing his big white cotton Y Front Briefs, the the type of underpants
most Scottish men and boys wore in those days 45 years or so ago! . I
thought, he’s going to do a jobbie! Sure enough he remarked, “Im needing
a big jobbie and its miles to the nearest public toilets , (next to a
cafe about a mile away), I’ll do it here no one will see”. With that he
pulled his underpants and trousers down to his knees and squatted,
holding onto a branch for support. I heard a loud fart blast from his bum
then he started to pee . Unconcerned that I was watching he grunted, “UH!
IH! NNN! and as I was standing at his back I saw everything. At first I
saw what I took to be a little turd jutting out between his buttocks then
as he strained “UH! EH! NNN! OH! it grew both in fatness and length. Now
I had seen the jobbies that other family members had done, my mum and
older sisters and my two brothers and dad’s when these had stuck in the
pan or the flush hadnt been pulled properly and knew that dad sometimes
did really big turds. I hoped this was going to be one. I wasnt
disappointed as he continued to grunt and it slowly came o! ut between
his buttocks onto the grass. It tapered to an end and landed gently on
the ground. Now although I was only 10 I had for many years been turned
on by defecation my own and others and by the time he had finished I was
quietly “excited”.
( Moderator hope this ok). “Oh that’s better, I didn’t go yesterday so I
knew it would be big”. Then as he got a glimpse of what he had passed he
remarked, “that’s a BIG jobbie! just as well I did it out here not in the
toilet, it would have stuck!” We both had a good look at the big slightly
curved jobbie, about 12 inches long and 2 inches thick and a bit knobbly.
I noticed the look of pride on his face similar to that which myself and
other lads always had when we did a big jobbie. Now as he didnt have any
toilet paper he just had to pull up his underpants but as it had been a
solid stool I dont think he had any skid marks in the seat. We went back
to fishing and later I “buddy dumped” (although I only learnt that
expression from this webpage) my own jobbie on top of dad’s big turd,
mine being a smaller 7 inches long and 1.5 inch thick carrot shaped turd.
This wasnt the last time I was to see him do a big poo outside as we both
went fishing quite a bit together, the res! t of the family not being
into this hobby and as I grew up into my teens I also did equally big
jobbies outdoors. If readers are interested I will post about seeing
other family members doing a number two.
One reader asked about the bloke in the Army who shit his pants on
parade. This wasn’t on purpose but a genuine accident. We were on parade
at 0800 hours and there was a queue for the toilets beforehand. Those
squaddies who were wise made sure they were all clear both ways. Now this
lad had been on the booze the night before. He was waiting for the toilet
when the Corporal made us all get “fell in!” with the usual obscenities
favoured by NCOs in those days. He complained that he needed a crap but
the Corporal was most unsympathetic to say the least! We formed up into
squads. Now he would have been okey if it had been an ordinary parade
with some marching and a brief inspection but as bad luck had it a couple
of civilian VIPs were visiting. I could see him figeting and he let go
some really smelly farts and muttered to me out of the side of him mouth,
as servicemen are adept at doing on such ocassions, “Adam, I cant hold it
in any longer, Im going to shit my pants” I whis! pered, “pretend to
faint. Youll be stretchered off and be able to go to the bog then” He
shook his head, “I’ll be put on a charge for fainting on parade” A minute
or so later it was out of his hands as there was a loud spluttering fart
and then with a squelching sound I could see the seat of his trousers
start to bulge. In those days, the 1960s , mens’ underpants didnt have
elastic through the leg openings like women’s as modern men’s briefs do
so the mess slid down his legs, just as the Officers and the Visitors
passed his rank. Well, you can imagine! He was escorted under arrest to
the guardroom, and after he had cleaned up in the freezing cold showers
was put on charge of dishonourable behaviour and got one weeks company
punishment and loss of pay as the CSM considered he had done this on
purpose. Needless to say he had to put up with the mockery of the other
Squaddies for the remained of his service. If he had been late on parade
and used the toilet his punishment would ! have been less and if he had
pretended to faint as I had advised and still shit his pants the MO would
have put it down as Food Poisoning and he may have got off with it.
Pluto, I have had a few accidents in my underpants both solid poos and
diarrhea, thankfully not that often. These have been genuine accidents.
Only once did I deliberately do a jobbie in my pants. After I came out of
the Army I was doing some repairs about the flat and had put a metal bolt
between my lips as I was up a ladder and had to use both hands and had
nowhere else to put it. Now as bad luck would have it I hiccupped and
swallowed the washer. I phoned the doctor, In those days the late 1960s
you could still speak directly to the doctor not the receptionist. When I
told him it was stainless steel , blunt and only about half an inch long
and a quarter inch thick he said not to worry, eat plenty of bread
straight away to surround it and help push it through and to examine my
stools till I found it. I ate a whole loaf of dry bread then looked in an
old home medical book. Sure enough there was an entry about swallowing
foreign bodies which said, “Strain the stools throu! gh muslin until the
object is recovered” The alternative was to put the stool in boiling
water in a bucket and dissolve it. ( I had been told NOT to take
laxatives by the Doctor as the contractions could cause the bolt to
scratch my gut or the resulting watery diarrhea would simply leave the
bolt behind in my bowels. What was needed was a soft solid motion to
contain the object and propell it thtouigh my guts to my anus). Having no
muslin I did my jobbie the next day into a bucket then poured a kettle of
boiling water on top of it. YEUCH! the stench made me sick! and of course
there was no bolt in the resulting sludgy mess. Next day when I needed a
jobbie again I wasnt prepared to go through the boiling water routine but
didnt fancy having to go through the turd with my fingers. Then an idea
hit me. I remembered a time I had had an accident in my pants on the way
home from school as a teenager and how when I stepped out of them in the
toilet when I got home I saw some bits ! of food in the squashed up mess
in the seat. I decided to do the jobbie deliberatly in my pants. Being
alone in the apartment I closed the curtains and stripped down to only my
white cotton Y front briefs. Now although I needed a motion it is
amazeing how difficult it is to deliberatly do a jobbie in one’s pants as
most adults have gone to great lengths to avoid such accidents since
being toilet trained. At last I could feel it pressing against my ring so
I went into the bathroom and stood in the shower tray, took a deep breath
and bore down going OO! AH! NN! I felt the turd come out, pressing
against the inside of my buttocks then as I looked in the mirror saw the
seat of my pants push away from my bum and start to bulge. Then the
jobbie which was formed but soft and quite a big one was overcome by the
pressure of the cloth of my briefs which could expand no further and
started to squash up. I still bore down until it was all out making a
huge drooping bulge in the seat of m! y underpants and the smell was
awful! I gingerly stepped out of my soiled and heavily laden briefs which
I placed on the shower tray. Now as luck would have it, in this big
squashed up mass of poo I saw a glint and I plucked the bolt out of the
mess. I then turned the underpants out over the toilet pan, flushed the
flattened mess away then rinsed off both myself and the inside of my
briefs in the shower before washing them properly in the machine. I must
say it was a very strange sensation deliberately having a big dump in my
underpants. Has anyone else had to do a poo in their underpants or
knickers on purpose, why and what did it feel like?
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Andy
A.J. It was a couple of years ago and it hapened during the last minutes
of the match and not that many people noticed. But you could see a dark
patch through Seles´s skirt and you could see the pee dripping down
between her legs. She also walked really uncomfortable and she looked
really worried allthough she was about to win the match.
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Bryian
I saw another movie with bathroom sceenes. The latest movie was The Nutty
ProfessorII The Klumps. The first part is when the thin eddie murphy is
in this office building and he is in the mind of a dog(acting like a dog,
dog brain etc.). So he asks for the bathroom he was told it’s around the
corner. Then he asks if he can take this news paper with him so he does.
He goes in the mens room and is sniffing around and lays the paper down
on the floor. He said to one man what are you looking at. So he went to
the bathroom like a dog(on the paper).
Then there is another sceen were the fat eddie murphy (professor Klump)
is in a confrence and he gives some formal to a hampster and it grows so
big(like maybe 10 feet +) and then you see the hampster pooping and it
shoots “cannons” at the people.
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Lawn Dogs Kid
Got loads to say, so I’ll just get on with it.
MODERATOR: Kendal tells me that she sent a post on either the 28th or
29th July, which didn’t get on the site. She is now very upset because
she thinks that she must have said something very naughty. She told me
what she remembers writing, and it didn’t seem that bad to me. However, I
know you guys have to be very careful. Kendal says to tell you that she
is very sorry for whatever she said that was wrong. I’m working on her to
get her to post again soon ! Are you able to reply to this apology ?
While on my hols with Mum and Dad, we hit a complete stop on the
motorway. The car at the side of us had a little girl in the back seat,
aged only 4 or 5 perhaps. It was quite a surprise when I watched her
climb into the front of the car with her Dad, whereupon the door opened
and they both got out. The next thing, her Daddy is helping to pull down
her shorts and panties, and the little lass bends over double into like a
sitting position, not squatting, and a huge gush of wee shot out of her,
wetting all the back of her lower legs and her feet. The father looked
totally helpless, and it was Mother who got out with some tissues to wipe
her legs and her feet dry before she got back into the car !
Kendal and I got together early this morning, despite the fact that we
didn’t arrive home until the small hours. We went for a walk, and sat in
a favourite field to have our talk, and we had the most wonderful heart
to heart. She still definitely wants me to see her on the toilet as much
as I want, and vice versa. We have come to a pact that if either of us
starts to get uncomfortable about this arrangement in any way, then we
will tell the other immediately, and talk about it again, whether that is
in just a few weeks, or months, or even years.
We then got onto the subject of her rejected post, which I gather
contained information about her chest. Well my princess, I did notice !
Finally, we talked about Chloe, who apparantly has taken quite a fancy to
me ! I’m not sure if I should go out with her, with me being 15, and she
is not 12 until next month. However, she is a really lovely girl, and
very attractive for her age. She could easily pass as being 13 or even
14. However, I said I would be only too delighted to accept her offer of
another bathroom trip ! What I didn’t know was that Kendal had arranged
for her to come round to her house and meet up with us both a bit later.
When we got to the house, Chloe had just arrived. However, the house was
locked up, and we had to let ourselves in with the spare key. This was a
surprise to Kendal !
After getting in, Kendal’s Mum had left a note to say that she had to go
out, and would be back at lunch, 1pm. It was now only 10.30am. We
couldn’t get a better opportunity for us all to go to the toilet
together, so all three of us piled upstairs and into the bathroom.
I claimed to be the most desperate to go, and went first. As normal
though, this was to avoid the embarressment of my willie getting too
excited from watching the girls go. To be a little fairer to Chloe, I
decided to pull my jeans and pants down below my bottom. Kendal and Chloe
looked at each other and burst out laughing. Now that some of the tension
in the air had dissipated, I pointed willie in the direction of the
toilet water, and put on some pressure, which made my wee splash
thunderously into the water. As the girls both watched from the side, I
heard Chloe say “Ohhh, thats a powerful wee”. As it eventually subsided
and stopped, I made the usual final two spurts to finish up with, and
then gave it a good shake as normal, which both the girls laughed at
again. Then, I hastened to get my clothing pulled back up again before I
revealed a little too much !
Kendal and Chloe looked at each other over who should go next. In the end
Chloe admitted that she had only just had a wee before she left her house
a few minutes ago. But she would certainly try to do some more. So,
Kendal claimed the next spot on the basis that she must be the next most
desperate to go.
I had dreamed about this all my holiday, the next time I should see my
precious little cousin go to the toilet again. And I wasn’t to be
disappointed. She carefully put the toilet seat back down again after me,
and turned to face the right way before starting to lift up her lovely
summer dress she was wearing with a blue floral print. She reached and
pulled down her panties just far enough to reveal her fanny region, and
then perched on the edge of the toilet seat, with her dress lifted high
above her ????. Nothing had changed. My little princess sitting on the
toilet does more to my heart than she can ever know. Ohh, this is beauty
beyond all comparability.
Her wee began almost the instant her little bottom settled on the toilet
seat, and there was no doubt about her desperation as it hissed loudly
onto the porcelin front of the bowl, before gradually subsiding away into
a gentle, barely audible patter, which in turn faded to nothing before
finally ending with the faint sound of a driperty-drip in the toilet
water. After a couple of further seconds, she let her dress fall on her
legs and reached for the toilet roll, before wiping herself and pulling
her panties back into place again. All finished, she turned and smiled at
me, and then Chloe, before moving out the way for Chloe to take her turn.
Chloe began unbuckling her belt, and had undone it before she turned to
face us both, and without looking at either of us, she undid the button
on her tight-fitting jeans and pulled down her flies. At this point she
paused for around five seconds, her face deep in thought, then she took
hold of her undone jeans and pulled and pushed them down her legs until
they were below her knees. She then took hold of her panties and pulled
them down to about half way down her thighs, at which point she paused
again. Her face was deep in thought once more, and she was in this most
unusual pose, kind of half bending, and half hovering above the toilet.
It certainly allowed me loads of time to observe the cute dark hairs she
had on her fanny, before she decided to let us in on what she was
thinking. “I think I might poo, guys”, she said as she finally settled
herself on the toilet seat.
That was Kendal’s cue to leave. She’s not really into poos, and she said
“I’ll leave you guys to it then” and left the bathroom altogether. Chloe
and I didn’t react to this at all. Firstly I was transfixed by the
thought that I was going to hear a poo, fantastic ! And secondly, Chloe
seemed to be back in the land of the fairies again, as she sat motionless
on the toilet, her hands still clutching the side of her panties on her
legs. She has gorgeous legs, which I describe as athletic, widening as
they get to the top meaning that her modesty is well hidden despite her
knees being several inches apart.
As I knelt down in front of this new apparition of beauty, I heard the
sound of the tiniest wee dribbling delicately into the toilet water,
lasting no more than a couple of seconds before I looked at her face
again. Her concentration was intense and now I heard noises. You couldn’t
say she was grunting, nor gasping even. But there were three little
noises she made through her mouth while still holding her breath, which I
can only describe as Ehh…oh…Ehh in quick succession before she
announced with a strained voice, “Yep….I can feel it… its on its
way”, and she panted out the last of her breath. On taking her next
breath, I could hear the tell-tale crackling which was again accompanied
with “Ehh….Ehh”, and then it all became silent.
Anticipating that plop was so intense for me that I’m sure I started with
surprise when Chloe spoke to me again. “Do you want to see it ?”. Now
everyone here knows that I don’t care for the sight of poo. The plop and
noises are the best thing in my mind, but she had pulled her panties down
and thrust them into the folds of her jeans, and then opened her legs to
reveal her poo in all its glory. The only answer at this point I could
think of was to shrugg my shoulders, and I suppose grin and bare it for
the time being. However, what she revealed to me was the most wonderful
poo I’ve ever seen, Smooth and uniform all the way, around one and a half
inches wide, and that lovely rich brown colour that all kids use when
painting a picture of poo ( not that that happens very often of course !
), and it hung out her bottom about six inches at this point.
As I became more transfixed with this poo, I watched with amazement as it
began to grow further, around half an inch a second, until it finally
droped at 8 inches with a fine ffflump into the water. Immediately, a
further poo was visible, same rich colour, perhaps a little thinner now,
and travelling at twice the speed, it grew to 6 inches and then made a
resounding plop in the water. Again, a third poo appeared into view
travelling just as fast for the first three inches then it stopped
abruptly. I looked into Chloe’s face, which was now beginning to turn red
with the effort. She hadn’t breathed or made a sound for some time now. I
looked down at this third poo again, and saw it grow very slowly just
about one more inch over 10 seconds before it too fell into the water
with a resounding plop, which was nearly masked by Chloe’s sudden gasp
for air, Ahhhhhhhh.
After three or four seconds of recovery, she asked me “what did you think
?”. I replied that they had been lovely poos, the best I’d ever seen !
She looked delighted, and reached for the toilet roll, taking several
sheets which she scrunched up to wipe her bottom. Two wipes appeared to
do the trick, and then she was up off the toilet and pulling her panties
back up again. Then her jeans were eased back into place over her bottom.
As she fiddled to do up her belt buckle again while now facing the
toilet, I reached around her ???? with my hands and helped to tighten it
up into position. The buckling complete, she turned around to face me,
and we embraced. I know I am now falling completely head over heals in
love with this girl. She said to me “Does this mean we’re going out ?”. I
said we should talk about it, and agreed to meet up with her tomorrow
morning. I’ll let you all know what happens !
Just before I finish, it seems that someone has asked the question about
which male and female celebs people would love to watch on the toilet.
Well, I’ll just give my top five women the vote.
1. Mischa Barton ( obviously ! )
2. Natalie Portman
3. Dominique Swain ( having seen the end of her knees while she sat on
the toilet in Lolita, I’d love to see the whole picture )
4. Neve Campbell
5. Liv Tyler
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Considering that we are talking about 10 and 11 year old kids, a post of
that particular subject matter isn’t exactly safe.
Wednesday, August 9, 2000
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Anyone have any experiences from that Classic Rock Weekend in Minnedosa?
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Had a great shit yesterday afternoon. I was at a small neighborhood park
with a friend and his three year old son. There are restrooms at the park
and I had to shit badly so I went in and immediately noticed two toilets,
not two regular toilets but one raised height handicapped style and one
very small one for children.I decided to use the tiny little toilet. It
was funny to be sitting on that small little seat covering that small
bowl relaesing one foot long x 2 inch long and two small four x 2 inch
logs. The logs were sticking up above the water line when I finished. I
quickly wiped and left without even trying to flush the little toilet.
After that I noticed a couple of kids go in and they laughed histerically
and came out telling their parents “some big boy pooped in the little
boy’s commode”. I secretly got a big kick out of that. My logs were
impressively large after being held for two days since I only shit about
every two days. Anyone else do something like this?
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Pluto
i’m new at this but I have some thoughts I’d like to share.
A: When ever people are chained up in movies, when they get up, why
aren’t there pee or poop stains?
B: In prisons, when some one is bad, they are sent to the hole for a
period of weeks. The hole is bare. When they are let out, why aren’t
there puddles of pee and logs on the floor?
C: In the movie Se7en, a man is chained to a bed for a year and kept
alive by medicine and liquid food. Did he have to lay in his own diarrhea
for that long, and if so, why wasn’t it overflowing the bed when the cops
found him?
D: Has any one intentionally had a diarrhea attack in they’re pants just
cause they were lazy or didn’t want to get up? Or maybe they just like
the warm feeling. Please write about it.
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Does anyone have any info. on when when Monica Seles peed her pants
during a tennis tournament. I would be interested in hearing the story
behind the accident!
-AJ
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whats Bm ?
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Adrian
Seriously. I was sorry to read about your problem. It must be unpleasant
and uncomfortable for you. Have you taken expert medical advice? I
should. If your doctor can’t help you directly, he or she should be able
to refer you to a urologist who will almost certainly be able to get to
the root of the problem and establish whether or not the cause is purely
physical. Sometimes bedwetting and daytime mishaps have an
emotional/psychological element to them, perhaps triggered by and unhappy
experience or series of experiences early in life. If your condition
can’t be cured, it should at least be possible to manage it effectively.
In the meantime it’s important to be positive about yourself and remember
that your problem is only a part of the real you. Try to go out and meet
people and expand your social circle. Work hard at making new friends as
well as maintaining the friendships you already have. You are as
deserving of loyalty, friendship and respect as the next person – don’t
ever forget that. Some people may not be as understanding as you’d
probably like but, believe me, your condition isn’t as uncommon as you
might think. I hope matters improve for you though.
Love and prayers
Adrian
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One Lucky Guy
NO NAME GRRL: I’m still lurking around. It’s just that I’ve not had too
much of any interest to tell everyone without resorting to constantly
repeating myself. Some people seemed to like my stories, so rather than
become boring, I thought I’d stay away. Also, I had a lot of course work
to complete, and exams, etc. etc ! ( Now I am getting boring ! ).
Actually, I should also say that Jules was getting a little unhappy about
my relating “graphic details” about us. However, she said she didn’t mind
me telling the odd story now and again, and so I have this one to tell.
Thanks, No Name Grrl, for remembering about me and asking after me ( and
Jules ).
I’ve actually been away for two weeks staying with Jules, her two sisters
(Mel, now 16, and Kim, still 12 but 13 next week), and her Dad. Some of
you will remember that Jules’ Mum died when giving birth to Kim. As a
result, Kim and Jules are very close as she became both mother and big
sister to her little sister. Now I’m on the scene, Kim and I have
probably become almost as close. I’m the big brother she has never had !
Jules was 21 last week, and her Dad wanted to mark the event with a slap
up dinner at a local restaurant, and as I’m now regarded as family ( we
got engaged that same night ! ), I was invited to be there too. It was
worse than Christmas, with the huge piles of food we all ate. The next
day, we all required massive dumps at various times of the day. Jules’
Dad and myself were the first to go, early in the morning. I followed
him, and Mel definitely gets her smelly bottom from her father ! Jules
doesn’t really make much of a smell most of the time, and neither does
Kim.
Jules’ Dad left to go out for the day with his new ladyfriend early on,
while Mel had actually gone to her boyfriend, Nick’s house, straight
after the meal, and wasn’t coming home for a couple of nights. So I’ve no
idea what kind of a dump she took, but hopefully she had remembered to
lift the toilet lid !
Jules needed to go around mid afternoon, and as usual I went with her.
She was wearing her light blue shorts, but they are of the bib and braces
style. She pulled each strap of her shoulder, and then lowered the shorts
below her knees before letting go altogether, allowing them to fall to
the floor around her ankles. Then down came her knickers until they
rested on the end of her knees.
Her wee began first, and made a delightful tinkle into the water, but I
could tell by the way she had stopped breathing that her poo was on its
way as well. She panted a couple of times in 10 second intervals.
Errrrrrrr ………… Ahhhhhhhh, before announcing “Its quite a hard one
today”. There was then a soft puffy fart immediately followed by that
first hugely anticipated plop !
I reached forward, and held on to her ???? on either side. I love the
feel of her ???? as she clenches and relaxes all the various muscles to
relieve herself of her poo.
That first poo out was now followed reasonably easily by the rest of her
load. We counted them together as we usually do, and there were 12 more
plops of various sounds. They came out in three even loads of 4 plops,
and Jules rejoiced in the end of each load with wonderful gasps of her
relief. Clench…puffy fart..crackle crackle,
plop….plop…plop……plop, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Clench…
plup..plop….splush….splush, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Clench…splosh…plup..plup……………….plop, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
That final plop is the one I savour the most, second only to the
anticipation of the very first ! The final plop is the most intense
experience. Its usually at least 10 seconds after the previous poo, and
Jules is an absolute picture of concentration, staring straight into my
eyes, those ???? muscles clenched for all they are worth, her face
beginning to turn red with exertion before that fateful plop,
ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Depending on how long that final plop takes, she may often
pant two or three times more while she gets her breath back. Jules is
completely and utterly gorgeous on the toilet !
Now the rest of this story involves Kim, who apparantly had not been able
to go all day, and she went to bed not having gone. An hour later, I
nipped upstairs for a wee, and being the considerate soul that I am, I
knelt in front of the toilet to ensure I didn’t miss ! As I got to the
end of the process, I was pulling and shaking my willie to evacuate the
last drips when I heard Kim’s voice behind me “I hope you’re not doing
anything naughty in our toilet !”. Although I jumped a mile with the
fright, I was calmly able to explain what I had been doing and she was
able to confirm my story when she observed my perfectly flacid willie as
I poked it back inside my trousers. Then, smiling, she lifted up her
shortish night shirt and pulling her knickers down to her knees just like
Jules, she sat on the toilet after me. I smiled back at her. Seeing Kim
on the toilet had now been second nature since staying with Jules for
this past week or more, although only wees had ensued on thos! e
occasions. As I rinsed my hands under the tap, and then reached for the
towel, I heard a tiny little tinkle which didn’t last more than five
seconds before it stopped, and then seeing that she was looking at me, I
faced her before she told me “I’ve trying to poo all day, but I can’t go.
My ???? tells me I need to go, and then when I sit down, the urge goes
away”. As she finished her tale I saw Jules heading into view through the
wide open bathroom door. Kim said to her “I can’t do a poo”. Jules smiled
and looking at me she said “Just wanted to check that you hadn’t fallen
in or something!” then turning to her sister she asked “Do you want him
to stay”. “Yes please” came the reply, and Jules smiled again at me
saying “you better try working your magic again my love”, kissed me, and
departed.
Kim watched me as I knelt down in front of her. “What are you going to do
? she asked me. “Nothing” I said. “I’ll just stay and talk. Eventually
you’ll forget about it, and it will suddenly appear like magic”. She
looked sceptical, but was happy enough. Goodness knows what we found to
talk about, as we chatted happily, it was noticeable how she strained on
occasions to try and get things going without success.
Now Kim has twice been in the bathroom as well when Jules had been pooing
with me there, and had watched as I held on to her ???? at the sides.
After 15 minutes of nothing, she suddenly asked me “Why don’t you try
holding my ???? like Jules”. I didn’t know what to say at first. Was it
right to do that was my first thought, but then I knew Jules would not
mind. Holding ???? is not exactly rude, or inappropriate touching
necessarily. So I smiled and reached forward. I made sure that I held her
???? through her night shirt. It was not right to lift it from where it
was hiding her groin area.
Again Kim grinned, and then she leaned forward and rested her chin on my
left shoulder before encircling her arms around me. I felt her muscles as
they began their first clench, and affirmed what I had seen those couple
of months ago at college when I had seen her poo, and noticed with
interest how she seemed to clench and relax her ???? in two second or so
intervals. Clench….relax….clench….relax, and then she panted
through her nose right in my ear with the tiniest vocal mmmm sound and
breathed in through her nose again.
Clench….relax….clench….relax….clench..(strained whisper) “I can’t
do a poo…. mmmm” and the same nasal pant. I assured her that we had all
the time in the world and she should relax. She breathed steadily in my
ear for a few seconds before taking her arms from around me whilst
leaving her head and chin on my shoulder. I felt her lift away my hands.
From my view down her back, I saw the nightshirt lift, and my hands were
replaced directly o! n the side of her ???? again. Nervously, I waited
for what was to happen next, but she simply put her arms around me again,
and I felt a real pull on me as her whole body seemed to relax. That was
good, and I felt an incredible warm feeling inside, the kind you feel
when you know you’re really helping someone important to you.
After a minute, she sat up again and the familiar clenching and relaxing
began again. Again I heard her whisper “Can’t do a poo” down my ear, but
before I could reply, and within a second, she made a puffy fart, and
five seconds later she was whispering “Oh…… yes I can”. The
anticipation made my heart really thump, and I know she could feel this.
There was a further puffy fart around 30 seconds later before that first
poo sound, a gentle flop into the toilet water. I got the nasal pant down
my ear again, before she let go of me to sit upright, and fixing her
beautiful dark eyes on me, she clenched and relaxed and panted, and
learned when the poo would drop. It dropped around five seconds after she
panted and the clenching had stopped and was replaced with steady
breathing. Then more clenching, and the process began again. She made
five poos, everyone of them a flopper into the water. The fifth and final
one was in the presence of Jules who had returned to see how we we! re
getting on. “You’ve done it again I see, Or should I say hear, or smell
come to that !”. I looked into Kims eyes again. They were soft and
relaxed, and after a couple of seconds she leaned forward gave me a quick
gentle kiss on the lips, and said “Thats it, I’ve finished” !
Getting up, Jules and kissed and hugged as Kim wiped herself and flushed,
and we all went downstairs together. Kim was now wide awake, and not
ready to go to bed. But at bedtime, Jules again needed to go herself. Kim
went to bed and left us to it. As Jules did her first poo, she whispered
“What are you going to do if Kim wants to watch you poo now you’ve seen
her again ?”. I said she’s welcome if she wants. Jules was pleased with
that reply. ” I don’t know what she might want to do” she said, “but I
know she loves you to pieces, and that is so important to me. My baby
sister is like my own daughter.” We spoke some more about it and Jules
told Kim the next day that she could go with me to the toilet if she
wanted because I didn’t mind. Nothing more was said so as not to make an
issue about it.
With Dad away all night and back again not until the next afternoon, Kim
did watch me go. But thats another story !
Yep, I’m one lucky guy, and I love Jules very much !
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Tnx for writing!
Im a new guy here, and i have read a lot of post her. very good stories..
well now to the storie:
To day at my work, we are working and supporting computers in a hospital.
And we are some guys and there are 4 girls.
So in the 10.00 time i had too pee we have only one toilet, and come in
and see some skidmarks from a poo in the toilet. It was someone of the
girls i think. Because all guys are at vication and only i and 4 gils are
at work. It was very smell there. But i have to pee.
I flushed and walk to my computer, and i just look left and see Anna grab
a magazine in the corridor. She is very nice girl about 30 years old,
brown eyes and brown hair. Nice boobs too. And i think this is my moment
too hear her poo.
So i get up from the chair and go to the toilet. I here her slamed the
door. And i was very near the toilet door and i lisned very much. I hear
she took off her pants and then her panties. But could not hear she was
sitting on. And i was quiet as a mouse. Then i hear en little splich. And
i she wiped her 2 times and i go fast away so i will not be discover. And
sit back at my chair. Then she comes out and leaves the magazine. And i
rise up and walk to the toilet and i opened the door, guashhh .. smell
and i looked down the bowl and i see poo skidmarks her poo has left there.
God i was thinkig, too see her poo.
But the day ended that i was seeing 3 skidmarks in the bowl this day all
produced of tree of this girl at my work..
Have good time everyone!
bee back if i could hear some more pooing at my job.
/Freds
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Jess
Hey everyone, new here…although ive been reading for a while i’ve never
posted yet so here goes.
Ive had a really wierd thing happen, I moved to a new area a few months
ago, and before, my poo was always firm and large and I only had to go
once a day, but since I’ve been here, I’ve been having to go at least 4
or 5 times a day and its usually more. Today I’ve had to go 9 times – its
not the runs, just loads of poo and i can’t work out why! Maybe its a
change in the water or something. But anyway, I have to poo at least
twice in the morning, usually straight away when I get up I’m pretty
desperate, then I have a cup of coffee and have to go again before I
leave for work. It takes me at least 20 minutes each time as there are
usually about 20-25 lumps in each morning “sitting” – not very big,
probably about 2 inches long each.
Then when I’ve gone twice in the morning, I have to stop half way through
my journey to work at the train station where they have some very nice
toilets and go again, usually I do about 10 in there. Its amazing the
amount of people who seem to stop there and do the same. I love listening
to other people go, and this morning when I was in there a woman came in
and sat in the stall next to me – I heard her running into the loos and
she was saying “oh god, please let me make it” – I heard her sit down and
as soon as her ass hit the seat I heard a huge torrent of firm poo,
probably as much as mine, I lost count after she passed 15! So anyway I
finished up after about 20 minutes, had to wipe 12 times and carried on
my way to work.
Lunchtimes I always have to go again, and as I work near a large shopping
center I go to the loos in there, and this takes up at least half of my
lunch hour! By the afternoon I’m starting to feel a bit more cleared out,
but I have to stop on the way home from work and go again, and then
usually a couple of times in between getting home and going to bed.
Does anyone else poo this much? I seem to be spending most of my day on
the loo…I don’t mind really because I have more of a chance to hear
other people going too, so I’ve got lots of stories about this! In an
average day, I probably do about 40-50 lumps…im sure this can’t be
normal!
I really like reading all your stories…especially ones about a large
number of poos in one sitting like I get.
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Sara
When I was 11, I walked in on my brother while he was taking a shower. At
that point he was peeing in the shower, and I saw him, and I found it
amazing. I was like “You can do that?” He explained that it was possible,
because the urine goes away.
I had not showered yet that morning, and I said, “Can I join you?” He let
me, and we were okay with the nudity because he’s gay. I tried peeing in
the shower too, and it was fun.
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Shy Pam
Manda –
Your kindergarten experience brought me back in time. In our school the
fire alarm was one of those older, very loud ringing bells, up top on the
walls in the halls all over the school. They could almost wake the dead!
The first time it went off I was so startled I let go a large squirt of
pee in my pants. I had a wet spot in my panties and tights about the size
of silver dollar. Nobody saw it except me and I was embarassed enough to
make sure I didn’t sit or bend over so anyone could see my wet undies! It
dried in a short time but I did notice a pee stain when I got undressed
that night for my bath and got them into the hamper before my mom saw it.
I hope the fire alarms have changed so the kindergarten kids don’t have
to!
Ciao.
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