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Curious Guy
I just found out why my girlfriend is very shy about going to the
bathroom – she only likes to go at home. Until recently, I’d never even
seen her use the toilet in my presence, let alone in my apartment. Well,
all that changed last Sunday. We were hanging around my apartment,
drinking coffee and reading the paper. I guess the coffee was having an
effect on her, because she excused herself to use the bathroom. I stayed
on the couch in the living room and kept reading the paper. After about
twenty minutes, I walked down the hall to see if she was o.k. I heard her
flush the toilet from behind the door, but I didn’t hear the usual
gurgle, only the sound of the water quietly spinning around the bowl. I
thought I would be daring and quietly hung out in the hallway. When the
tank filled up, I heard her flush again and then once more. I could tell
she was distressed because I overheard her say, “Oh no!” I don’t keep a
plunger in the bathroom, because the room is very small! , so she
couldn’t have used one if she needed. I decided to quietly walk back down
the hall and sit on the couch. Eventually she came out and told me that
she couldn’t get the toilet to flush all the way. It’s one of those late
70’s one-piece models with the so-called silent flush, so all you hear is
the gurgle when the water drains. I pretended to be disinterested, though
the thought of my cute, curvy Ani plugging the bowl was an admitted turn
on. I told her to try later and we left it at that. Well, I had to take a
shower before we went out, and Ani made me promise not to look in the
bowl – she would fix the problem. Well, as soon as I closed the bathroom
door, I looked! What I saw blew my mind! Ani, a small-built, yet curvy
Asian with a sexy smile and dimples had laid one huge, maybe foot-long
turd in the bowl jammed into the trap with only a small bit of toilet
paper. It wasn’t that it was long – I’ve done much longer myself – but it
was as thick as an arm, reall! y like a cucumber! With the shower
running, I flushed the toilet once more and saw the repaet performance of
my toilet’s attempt to cope with Ani’s log. It just flopped around! Sort
of Shuddered a few times and made a slow, slow sweep around the bowl
before resting on the trap at the bottom. I couldn’t believe she could
pass something like this! In fact, the toilet wasn’t even clogged, but
disabled. Ani’s log wouldn’t even fit into the hole! When I finished
showering, I told Ani that I had tried to flush the toilet and had looked
inside. She actually started crying, saying she was sorry, but she only
goes every other day and always tries to go at home because she has so
much trouble flushing her poops. I told her I wasn’t at all mad at her,
but I wasn’t sure how to get rid of her turd. She told me she usually
lets it sit for a few hours to get softer, then pushes it into the hole
with a plunger! I took her advice and it worked, but it took three
flushes to cram it a! ll down the trap. I sure don’t envy Ani, because
even though her log was impressive – I mean, you wouldn’t believe such a
petite girl could drop such a load! – I would sure hate to have to go
through so many troubles to get it down the trap! Maybe it’s her
vegetarian ways, because she eats so many grains every day!
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Bryian
Today i worked and i got hot and my ass was itching and sweating badly so
any way…I came home….After i got home i changed my clothes and i felt
a crampy feeling in my stomach, like i might have to shit, i ignored it
and it went away 2 minutes later. I then get online check my mail, check
out some websites and i feel that same feeling i felt earlier, a
cramp…but this time i was much worse. Im like im staying online as long
as i can untill i really needed to shit cause i didn’t feel like pushing
out this one, cause i know it hurts and takes a long time to push them
out. Then i make a run for it cause i couldn’t hold it any more and
pushed(a little) this soild load out then followed by diarrehea. Then i
sat for 5 min and then i said im done and i inspected and it looked like
i shitted out a ton and there was alot of undigested fruit that i had
yesterday for lunch. Then i wiped like 8 times and flushed and then peeed
and then flushed again and i washed my hands and got back ! online. I was
back online 10-15 min and i felt that same feeling again, i held of till
i felt like i had to go, i made a run for it and passed more diarrehea,
not alot. Then i wiped and flushed. I Haven’t been since(about 30-35min).
I was thinking about taking Amodium for my diarrehea but i didn’t want to
cause the bottle was expired, usally i can hold off any way i usally
don’t have another major diarrehea attack.
To Prince Morgan: Your right about your school bathrooms, that would be
the kind that most people dream about. I must tell you every once in
awhile i’ll dream about all these open toilets and an bunch of urinals.
Your school sounds like my dreams….I haven’t had one of those in a
while.
To Jordan: I liked your story about your friend shitting in your
apartment and he left the door open, that was cool of him to do that.
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Prince Morgan
W.R.- So funny you should mention that. My buddy and I have been visiting
some haunted houses for a couple weekends now. I, myself have not had the
experience you are asking about, but my friend…well, I know he reads
this board, so I’ll let him tell you himself if he wants.
CORNWALL- Looks like I picked the wrong state university, dude. Enjoy!
JORDAN-That is truly cool! A friend who just casually poops with the door
open. A true, trusting friendship there, man.
LIA-Me, too. I’d love to pee with some girls, and I’m not, in any binding
sense, heterosexual.
My love to you, one and all!
Peace!
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Luis Bunuel Fan
To Healthy Pooper:
The Luis Bunuel movie that reverses society’s norms that has a group of
formally dressed guests around a table sitting on toilet bowls is “The
Phantom of Laliberte”. The “Exterminating Angel” dealt with a group of
guests at a dinner party who were unable to leave the house because of
undefined fears, and then turned on one another.
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Plunging Plop Guy
Hi,everyone,
I’ve just been catching up on all the latest postings and as I had such
an enjoyable shit on my toilet today fee worthy of sharing some of the
details!
Again,I’ve been surprised as to how what I eat seems to have little
correlation to what I shit the next day but I thought I wasn’t going to
be able to get there in time,then when I sat there I had to push to get
it started .Then,about 10 minutes of dropping medium/small sized turds
that splashed my arse in different places each time!
It felt terrific as it was what I call an arsehole-filling shit that
rally touches the arsecrack as it comes out.And each one seems to be
followed by one just as good so that I’m sitting there thinking I’m never
going to finish!I’d have loved louder and wetter plops and some
appreciative company but at least I did a good one!
Great to hear from you again DAZZ.Certainly a coincidence in our “school
heroes”,but how I wish I had been in that fortunate situation you were
in.I’d do the same as you after that;always using th same toilet that
he’d used!I look forward to the other reminiscence you mentioned
recently,wasit another audibe shit?I think you said someone was in the
toilet with you as you had a plop.
Hi there,MARK.Great to hear from you and to know you like the same stuff
as I do.I forget the reference to the 4 foot high partitions but I’ve
seen them mentioned a few times here.That hostel you stayed at sounds
brilliant!!!It is so different here in Britain.I’ve never found a public
toilet without doors and if I had doubt if anyone would use it.I’ve
certainly spent a lot of time and visited lots of different bogs(the
slang name in Britain for toilets)and have observed a variety of
different styles.Partitions made of brick,tiles,formica(often with holes
in them),and doors that are conventional height,or ones that start at
least a foot off the floor!Those are great and I’ve sometimes sat on a
toilet behind a door like that!Some toilets are not at all good for
listening to other guys shitting(assuming the toilet pans or bowls are
deep enough for a good plop)due the presence of men who sometimes hang
around in some of them for other purposes.The possibility then is that
you! may be bothered by men passing notes through the hole in the wall or
under the partition,or looking over it or staring at whoever comes
in.Also there is a certain amount of drug taking in some of them.Who
knows,perhaps the British local authorities will do what their
counterparts in the USA did and remove some of the doors and
partitions,but from what you and others say,the trend seems to be for the
restoration of privacy(or prudery?).
I would love to know where all the good toilets are in Britain for
sharing a good loud shit with others who enjoy it and not to be
distracted by hand driers,flushing urinals and general noise.
Once on holiday in Wales I found a toilet with 3 cubicles and as I really
needed to have a shit and it was very quiet in ther and there was one
other guy in there in the cubicle at one end-it seemed the ideal
opportunity to go in the middle toilet which had a 3″diameter hole in the
partition,pull my jeans and pants down,sit on the toilet,and start
grunting out my turds.As soon as I started I knew the other guy was
interested and it was brilliant to have an audince,watching and listening
to me plopping away.
When I finished,I wiped my arse so that he could see,and I actually asked
if he’d enjoyed it!He replied that he had and as he didn’t suggest
chatting about it outside,I left,feeling really good.
I thought how great that 2 strangers should meet in a public toilet,share
something as intimate as an observed shit,no physical contact took
place,no laws were broken and yet we were ,I feel sure,more satisfied
than the men who try to find other satisfaction in such places.
Anyway,that’s all for now and hope it was of interest as I so appreciate
being able to share these intimate recollections with those who like to
hear about it.
Best wishes to all of you,and “mind how you go!” PPG
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Linda
Kendal
[dressed in a cheerleader uniform) Ready okay! [jumps in the air with the
swish of pompoms] Yelp, groan, really shout.[does a split] Strain and
push until it’s out!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!! Heh how’s that for a poop cheer.
[giggles] Oh and Lawn dogs kid [lifts the back of her cheerleader
skirt].. see purple bloomers. Hee hee. Anyway my cousin is very proud of
you, no not for teasing me and such. He said you handled the thing with
your friend watching your gal go very maturely and grown up. You’re a
better man than him cause he’d probably be a bit bent out of shape
sharing something private with a friend.. no matter how close. He said
that it shows you’ll grow up to be quite a man someday.. now if you can
only avoid prissy colored undies. HA!! Well I’m off.. my cosuin seems to
have been frightened off by what happened to him this weekend.Poor guy.
World War 3? Geez, how bad did she have to go? Anyway Kendal you made me
feel bad about him missing out.. why not post what happened be! hind
closed doors so things will be fine again. Yeah I felt sorry for the poor
guy.. that is until he teases me again. But heh he did miss me putting on
my cheerleader uniform.. so I think that’s punishment enough [giggles]
Yeah.. you missed the whole PURPLE bloomers thing.
XOXO
Linda
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Movie Fan
Hey Healthy Pooper! Are you sure about Exterminating Angel? The movie
you’re describing sounds more like Phantom of Liberty. I believe
Exterminating Angel was about a group of people trapped in a kitchen who
couldn’t escape. There may have been some poop references in it, but I
think Phantom of Liberty was the one where people sit around the table
and relieve themselves. Do you recall if any of the people who poop are
women? There is yet another movie which I’ve heard has an explicit female
poop scene called Labyrinth of Passion. Supposedly, this one has an
explicit scene where a woman’s laxative starts to work and she poops her
pants. Have you ever seen it?
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Moria
I have a friend called Danielle, she isn’t French, but her parents are
continental hence her name.
This Danielle is 40 and a small but ???? woman. She also passes real
whoppers when she has a motion as she only goes about 2 or 3 times a
week. When I first met her when I was playing Hockey, (we are in the same
team) and invited her home after our meal she asked me if the supermarket
down the road from us was still likely to be open as she wanted to drive
down there and pick something up. It was closed and when I told her this
she looked a bit disturbed. I asked her what was wrong and she confided,
blushing somewhat, that she needed a motion but that she hadnt been for a
couple of days and was concerned that she might clog my toilet. I nearly
wet myself with laughter at this and told her of the size of the
panbusters I usually pass and to simply go ahead, do her motion and if it
stuck in the pan just to leave it and I would sort it out. Danielle then
went into the toilet and I did listen outside as , after she did her wee
wee, she gave an NNN! UH! PLOP! KUPLONK! KAPLOO! NK! as she passed 3 hard
lumps then after a pause she went UH! NNN! OH! NNN! in a sustained
effort, I heard the crackling sound of a big solid jobbie coming out,
then with a final AH! there was the “FLOOMP!” of a realy big one slipping
into the water. She wiped her bum and pulled the flush twice then came
out telling me that “yes Moira, you’ll have to sort it out, one of my
jobbies was so big it has stuck in the pan!” I just smiled and assured
her this was no problem then, after a decent interval, I went into the
toilet for a wee wee and had a good look. The 3 balls had gone but this
lovely big long fat jobbie was lying in the bottom of the pan. It was as
big as one of my own panbusters, 14 inches long and 2.5 inches fat,
knobbly to begin with them smooth but a lot darker brown than I usually
produce.It had a slight curve. It was also a lot smellier than mine or
George’s jobbies, no doubt her diet has something to do with this, but
this doesnt bother us unduly. Needless to sa! y it wouldnt go away with
another flush. I left it for George to see when he came in later and it
took 2 buckets of water thrown down the pan to get it to shift. Danielle
has visted us many times since and has left her big jobbies behind on
many occasions and she has also seen some of mine when I have used the
toilet before her and I have had an indirect buddy dump on top of her big
whoppers when I have done a motion after her, and THAT load took some
shifting! I havent asked her to let me accompany her or vice versa as
although she is not prudish I guess she is not into shared defecation and
George and I respect her wishes as we do with any visitors not into such
things as we are.
Simon, George said that he likes the toilets you described at your work
base, especially the absence of urinals. Lots of new and refurbished
offices and factories now have identical toilets for men and women. Not
usually unisex as such, unless the organisation has progessive policies
as British people are still very conservative in this regard, but the
actual toilets are the same , a number of cubicles with doors,
handbasins, mirrors , towels or hot air driers, but NO URINALS so in
appearence the male and female “restrooms” are identical. This means that
the organisation occupying the building can easily determine how many
toilets to allocate to either gender according to the number of men and
women employed as the toilets themselves are exactly the same inside. If
the gender balance changes a simple change of the sign on the door of the
toilet from male to female or vice versa can cater for this.
Anne I loved your graphic description of getting your own back during the
flash flood. The only similar happening to me was onc when I was a
teenager I visited friends and did a big whopper. It went alway after 3
flushes or so I thought. However there was also a thunderstorm that
evening and their drains were overloaded and the water backed up in the
toilet pan bringing my big jobbie back into view to the great amusement
of everyone concerned.
Kendal, peach and lemon coloured underpants for men are very common these
days, George, who I can tell you isnt at all girly, has briefs in these
colours . Like Nicola I have seen the “coral” coloured men’s briefs too,
in reality these are pink but the marketing people realise that most men
would be unlikely to wear pink knickers. Its like the underpants many
Scotsmen and boys wear under the kilt. These are actually girls cotton
Gym Knickers in the regulation colours of navy blue, bottle green,
,maroon, brown, and are exactly the same Montfort, Cherub and other
brands of girls school knickers but to save male machismo we refered to
them in this context as “trews” although the real trews are tartan
trouses worn in some Scots regiments by officers instead of the kilt. My
young brother actually wore pairs of my navy blue gum knickers (briefs)
when wearing a kilt and nobody thought anything strange about this.
Nowadays, male and female underwear is identical in many cases,so ! if
Andrew wears peach breifs, what’s the worry?
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Tuesday, October 24, 2000
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kim and scott
hello all! this is kim I have no new posts right now but thanks ANNE THE
BUSDRIVER for mentioning me in your last post. I really love your
stories. they are always very interesting and insightful. really!! plus
ACTIONMan I know this question was for kiki but orgasmic stools are when
you push out a big log and you get an orgasm from it. I have done this a
few times with my big whoppers that cant be flushed away down the toilet
. well so long for now.I hope it wont be too long for the next kim and
scott adventure stay tuned .LOVE YA ALL!BYEEEE
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W.R.
Since halloween is coming, I wondered-
Has anyone pooped or peed their pants in a haunted house?
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Lia
I am very interested in female urination….
I would just love to pee with other women even though I am a hederosexual!
Anyways I have some stories to tell,
I was in a socials class and It was the last period of the day, and I
really had the urge to pee! I usually hold my urine until I get home from
school to use the bathroom. This was a major emergency I was ready to let
it out at that moment. We were watching a movie and I was in the back row
and If I would get up I would disturb all the other people in that class.
There was a scene in the movie that was a waterfall, and I had to hold my
legs really tightly so I wouldnt pee. I told the guy beside me that I
really had to go!! He just said let it out no one will see.
So I pulled down my pants and urine just started pouring out of my vagina
like a a gushing waterfall!
People heard the noise and looked back at me and everyone including the
teacher saw me!
That was the most embarrassing thing in the world!
Another srory I have to tell is of a perverted teacher in my school. This
girl asked if she could use the bathroom cause she really had to go and
said that she would be done in 5 mins. The Teacher was like well, you
should be done much quicker than that, but depends what you have to do 🙂
and was like what are you going to be doing in there? the girl was like
urinating! and the teacher said oh well that wont take long just dont
wipe to hard!
That was really discusting!!!!!
ew!
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Actionman
TO KIKI,
Cool! I didn’t know if you’d respond or not… Yes, peeing on the bed is
a nice feeling! So what’s so fearful of a bathroom? And why did you think
someone would break in? I live in a good neighborhood so I have never
worried about those things.
When you peed on the blanket, were you standing on the floor or the bed?
I think it’s cool that some women can pee standing up like a guy! I’ve
also tried wetting my bed, but have never been able to do it. Usually
when my parents go away for some time I try that. Drink a lot of water
and don’t go before I go to bed, but I always wake up before it happens
and run to the bathroom on instinct. I’m too sleepy at that time to do
anything else but pee in the toilet.
Also, my mom is a big fan of Thomas Kincade paintings and got a nightlite
for my bathroom of one, so I don’t have to turn on the light and wait for
my eyes to adjuct. That’s painfull at night! The only problem is the
nightlite isn’t bright enough to see the toilet clearly and have peed on
the floor many times since I stand! My poor tile floor gets yellow and I
have to clean it up before my parents notice!
About your penis position question, when I poop I usually stick it in the
toilet bowl and pee first, then just take it out and rest on the seat
with me. Then I sit back, relax and let the poop come out.
Also, what did you mean about Orgasmic stools? I’ve never heard of them!
Talk to you later,
Actionman
P.S. – My parents just left for 2 weeks, so I’ll probably be on almost
every day until they return.
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Andre
Danielle struck again!
Our French guest Danielle (cf. my post of last weekend) has once again
given proof to her extraordinary capabilities in the field of excretion.
Unfortunately, I was not a witness this time, but I did receive a
thorough report.
There seemed to be some sort of turmoil around the staff ladies’, all
with people moving around, female voices babbling agitatedly an so forth.
A minute later, our controller, a fortyish, conservative lady (if I had
known what the racket had been about, I would never have asked HER) came
into my office with some paperwork. I asked her, “What were those ladies
down the corridor so excited about? It sounded like a minor revolution!”
She cleared her throat, came closer, and spoke to me in a confidential
whisper, “The loo broke down. It seems as if our sweet French colleague
has offered our plumbing something to swallow which it could not handle.”
Nosey parker that I am, I acted dumb and innocent and asked what she
meant by that. Again, she cleared her throat, and whispered, “We were
standing in the corridor before the toilets when Margaret D. from sales
came rushing out of the john, laughed, and yelled, ,The ladies’ room is
being flooded! Watch out for the tidal wave!’ We saw! that her shoes were
wet. She told us that when she had gone in to take a quiet leak, the
big-butted french woman had entered the cubicle next to her with moans of
desperation, and had then given vent to such forceful and numerous
expulsions of intestine gas that she had decided to stay and listen. Then
mademoiselle had dropped several objects into the pan which, according to
the splashing sounds, must have been of a size and compactness beyond
comparison. Then came a rolling sound of pee, then more savage eruptions
of gas, and finally a sound which she described as ,a two-minute pop and
crackle, and then a big snake slithering into the water’. After some
paperwork and dress rustling, mademoiselle pulled the flush, then cried
out and left the cubicle aghast. A split second later, water came rushing
from under the partition, causing Margaret to take to her heels, too, but
not without looking what had caused the spring tide. She told us she had
cast a fleeting glance into the cu! bicle, where she had discerned the
overflowing pan with water still streaming out from under the seat and
running down the white porcelain. In the water filling the toilet she had
seen, among wads of paper, what she called ,half a dozen black shapes the
size of fists, beer cans, and tennis balls floating around, and an
unbroken coil of thick brown turd the size of a conger eel coiled near
the bottom, obviously blocking the exit’. When Margaret told us what had
happened, mademoiselle had already escaped with a face turned crimson. We
called the caretaker, who came and unblocked the loo by means of a
broomstick, a plunger, and a pail. Of course, we stayed to find out if
the john would be out of order. The stink which permeated the whole
section of the floor was outrageous. When everything was clean and dry
again, the caretaker left with a remark like, ,Some people should be
allowed to shit in the street and be prohibited to use a modest civilized
facility such as ours.’ He carri! ed a pail heavy with what must have
been a collection of ,blocking objects’, modestly covered with paper on
top, but visible as a dark bulk through the thin white plastic wall.”
This was what our lady controller whispered to me, recollected, as it
were, in tranquillity. I pretended to be put off, but I wonder if my
conservative-looking colleague had realized how much her account,
rendered in unexpected fullness of mundane detail, and as such coming
from a person you would not normally expect to indulge in such a topic,
had excited me. I also wonder if I will have a chance to bring up the
topic with Danielle again before her returm to France which is scheduled
in a few days.
Good pees and poops to you all,
Andre.
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Prince Morgan
Hey, guys!
MIDNIGHT COWBOY-I’ve done some acting myself. Never had a situation like
your’s come up, though.
Here in Pittsburgh, we had an experimental theatre called “The
Laboratory”. It was before my time, but I have heard they did a show
once, I think written by someone local, called “Swellfoot’s Tears”, which
was a version of “Oedipus”. Apparently, at one point in the show, an
actor had to poop on stage. I have been told this was not faked.
Are you familiar with the Sam Shepard play “Curse of the starving class”?
In this one, an actor faces the audience and pees, again for real.
I was reading some old posts, and I read the one about you getting caught
by some older kids while pooping in the woods. It reminded me of when I
was in about second grade. There were a bunch of older kids, who were
real assholes, that lived in my neighborhood. They had this baseball
field they played in all the time. It wasn’t a real fenced-in field, but
a big open lot with a pitcher’s mound they made. A few of us younger kids
used to go to the field after dinner, when they weren’t around, and poop
everywhere. I used to leave humongous piles that I’d save up for days
right on the pither’s mound! It was a blast! If we could, we’d hang out
near the field when they came to play and listen to them swear! They must
have known it was us, but there wasn’t too much they could do. They never
caught us.
You guys would like the second floor bathroom at my school. It’s awesome!
Two rows of ten toilts each, facing each other. No doors! Great for buddy
dumping or just sightseeing. Twenty-nine urinals, in three sections. The
old kind that go all the way to the floor. I couldn’t believe it when I
first went in! It’s the kind of poop-palace most people only dream about!
I try to do my morning poop there whenever I can!
Love to all of you!
Peace!
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Curious
Pat, I do that. Are you male or female?
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Anne (Bus Driver)
Two days now this Forum hasnt produced anything. I trust the update will
be a “whopper” when it comes out. (I do know that the page is not
guaranteed to update every day, but it sure is a disappointment when it
doesnt).
I see that there is another Anne (The Housewife) and that she did a big
load of solid jobbies after being constipated for a few days. Been there
(often), done that, and like you felt a lot better afterwards.
The recent flooding due to heavy rain in parts of the UK caused some
tragic events for many people, its no fun being flooded out. At our bus
garage however we had an amusing event when the flooding caused the staff
toilets to back up. I had done a motion about an hour before hand, a
couple of lovely big fat well formed jobbies which had initially stuck in
the pan. One of the other women drivers, Jayne, used this toilet after me
and buddy dumped her own jobbies on top of mine, in her case an 8 inch
turd and one of 6 inches. When she pulled the flush for the second time
the combined load went away. About an hour later there was a really heavy
downpour (and it had been raining heavily for the previous few days).
There was an ominous gurgling from one of the manholes in the yard then
it lifted and a load of raw sewage, toilet paper, turds etc started to
come out. One of the women came running out of the toilet pulling up her
knickers with her skirt still round her waist and ye! lling that, “Its
all coming back up the toilet pans! When the deluge had subsided we had a
look and sure enough in the pan Jayne and I had used the turds had come
back no doubt they had only gone a short way down the pipes or even
jammed just out of site round the hidden bend. One of the other girls
said “Trust you Anne, it would be one of your huge turds that caused the
flooding!” This was of course a joke but did cause a lot of light hearted
teasing which I didnt mind. In a couple of the other toilet pans there
were turds floating in the water. A few hours later the council brought
round a gully sucker which cleared out the man hole and as the level
dropped the cleaners were able to restore the toilets to a decent state.
Tony and CC (Australia) I have retrieved a jobbie from the pan with my
hand, (washing it well afterwards of course). I have always had a good
look at my motions before I pull the flush, ever since I was a kid, I
like to see what I have passed and the colour, shape, and appearance of
the stools can often give a clue to one’s health etc. Occasionally I have
done a medium sized jobbie, say 8 or 9 inches long, which has shot up
round the hidden bend and I have used my hand to bring it back into view.
Conversely, I have had to push a really big panbuster over the hidden
bend when I have done one in the toilet of someone who is NOT into such
matters as most of the contributers here are and to prevent offence as it
wouldnt budge after 3 flushes I put my hand down and pushed it over as I
flushed and it went away, leaving me some brown skidmarks on the bottom
of the pan to remove with the toilet brush. You may ask why not use the
brush to remove it, well, this would have made a ter! rible mess of
squashed up poo in the bottom of the pan and may have caused a greater
blockage. Toilet brushes are okey for removing skid marks, or if the back
of the toilet is splattered with diarrhea, or to use with a toilet
cleaner to remove lime scale, but to remove a big solid jobbie that wont
go away either throw a bucket of water or two down the pan or use your
hand, or perhaps a piece of cane or stick as Tony suggested to push it
over the hidden bend. It is of course essential to wash the hands
thoroughly afterwards as there are lots of bacteria in human feces, even
your own, which can be harmful. Also, be careful if you have a cut or
open wound on your hand as bacteria which are harmless in the gut can be
dangerous in a cut. Obviously, I would NOT recommend anyone to put their
hand down a strange toilet and touch a jobbie down by some unknown person
unless you have rubber glove on at the time as you never know what
illness they may be carrying. By the way, the Discove! ry Space Shuttle
reported that they “had a problem”, NOT thankfully a major Apollo 13 type
incident but that the onboard toilet was blocked and one of the
Astronauts had to unblock it with a rubber glove. Now I dont know if one
of the Astronauts launched his very own “Booster Stage” a Space Whopper
as it were, and this big jobbie stuck in their suction powered pan, or if
it was simply an accumulation of toilet paper etc. I dont think there
were any females on this flight but I have visions of a Kim or a Nicola
or a Moira in space launching a brown ICBM!
Love to all, especially Adrian.
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PV
Hi Roxannah,
I was delighted to read of your first standing wee over the toilet. It
reminds me a lot of my own. Yes, I first practiced in the shower, the
stall wall got a regular workout for months! Then the back garden fence,
as it happens, when the weather warmed up and I got bolder!
The URL you listed unfortunately would be deleated, the site policy
allows no cross-links out of the page. I do know the site you were
refering to, though, and recommend it highly. I emailed with the lady who
runs it a number of times, we had very pleasant chats.
By the looks of it, the number of gals standing to wee is increasing all
the time, and sites like this one and other great forums are probably
spreading the word further and wider than would ever have been likely or
practical before.
Keep practicing, keep having fun, and you’ll wonder why it took so long
to “stand up and be counted!” I labored under the delusion that it was
physiologically impossible until only two years ago — what a wasted
lifetime of pishing fun!
Stand proud, thrust those hips forward, and make like a racehorse!
Cheers,
PV
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Cornwall
Well, this is a long ago story, but one I will never forget.
I was a freshman in the Art Department at a state university. I was
enrolled in the life drawing class and so was exposed daily to models
(male and female, young and old) who would model for our class. The
general schedule was a two hour drawing session, followed by a fifteen to
twenty minute break and then an hour or so of quick studies. Well, on
this particular occassion we had finished our first session up and were
having our mid-day break. I had been drinking a lot of coffee throughout
the first session and so was more than ready to run to the BR and confess
to the urnial for a minute or two. I stepped out first, however, to have
a smoke with the cute girl from across the drawing room; this was my
mistake. The smoke went fine and we even chatted a little and things were
good, it waas when I reentered the building that problems started. You
see, i had allowe denough time now that someone had entered the bathroom
and begun to really knock off a big one. This was someone’! s shinning
moment. A lot of grunting and heavy breathing and the stink, MAN THE
STINK, a combination of curried vegetables and red wine would be my
guess, but I never asked. Anyways, I urinated quickly and tried not to
breath too much more than was neccesary to stay conscious. As I left the
bathroom, I felt really bad for whomever had just gone through that shit.
Anyways, a minute or so after leaving I noticed the door to the bathroom
open and the victim walking out….it was the male model for the drawing
session. I had to watch him disrobe and pose, knowing the whole rest of
the period that he had just dropped a mess in there. To top it off, the
class ended with a half -hour study for which my vantage was none other
than from behind. I never checked, but I wonder sometimes what he did the
the very white cloth that was his platform for the class. Man, that was a
hard day.
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Ben in NY
Dan- when i have an erection in the morning and i can’t get it down far
enough to pee sitting down, i sit on the toilet backwards. I don’t know
why, but it is easier that way.
Dog Faced Boy- great story! I especially like the way you described the
fact that for the girl in the stall next to you, it was a small fart she
won’t remember, but you will forever have a memory of it. Also, I am a
HUGE Phishead myself. What show was it? i probably have the tape. we
should trade!
Ileo- where are you man? How is your friend?
Peace and Love,
Ben
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Bryian
I found this Joke on the internet today, its a funny one…….
EMPLOYEE BULLETIN
New Restroom Policy
To All Employees:
In the past, employees have been permitted
to use the restroom without restriction.
Effective November 1, 2000, a RESTROOM
POLICY will be established. Under
this policy,
employees will be given twenty (20) restroom
credits per month. These credits may be
accumulated from month to month. At the
end of the calendar year, employees will be
reimbursed for all extra credits in excess of
twenty (20) at the rate of three (3)
minutes per
credit.
Within two weeks, the entrances to all
restrooms will be equipped with voice
recognition devices. Each employee must
provide two voice prints (one normal and one
under stress) to his/her supervisor by
October 31, 2000. The voice recognition
station will be operational, but
not restrictive,
during the month of November. Beginning
December 1, 2000, if an employee’s restroom
credit balance reaches zero, the doors to the
restroom will not open for that
employee until
the first day of the next month.
In addition, all restrooms will be equipped
with timed paper roll retractors. If the
restroom is occupied for more than three
minutes, an alarm will sound. Thirty seconds
after the alarm, the roll of paper
will retract
into the wall, the toilet will flush, and the
restroom door will swing open. If the
restroom remains occupied for an additional
thirty seconds, the occupant’s picture
will be
taken and posted on the employee bulletin
boards.
Any employee whose picture appears more
than three (3) times in a calendar year
will be
subject to administrative counseling.
Last night i saw JACKASS on MTV and this one guy went to this chinese
restaurant and ordered a v????e dish, they brought his food out and he
pulled out a paper towel with poop on it and put it in the food and sent
it back saying it was some kind of sasage, and he told the waitress to
smell it. It was funny. Any one see this show?? Lots of bathroom humor on
this show.
Yesterday i went to the mountains for the afternoon and i had dinner up
there, the food was very rich…im not used to eating that good. So i
leave the restaurant, to go home(about 90min away)…on the way home i
was hitting bumps and curves and my stomach felt funny like i might have
some loose shit and stuff, then i felt gassy and some gurgling and then i
sorta got some urges, then i was able to hold off till i got home, as
soon as i got home i had to shit, the first time it was really soft then
15 min later i had to go again and this time it was really loose. I think
it was the food i ate, cause i ate some different foods and lots of
v?????s.
To Pat: I’ve heard about what you were talking about, i think i heard
that once before and i thought that i heard that sticking your finger up
your anus when you have to fart is dangerous, im not sure if its or not??
Any one know???
To wren: Im a guy in Maryland too!!
Thats it, such a long post today.
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Jordan
I am a 20-year-old college guy and have a studio apartment off campus.
Recently, I had computer problems. Another guy in my class, Rich, is a
real whiz with computers and he offered to help me. He is also 20 and is
a real cool dude! He came by early one Saturday morning and we worked on
the problems together. Before I knew it, two hours had gone by. I offered
Rich a soda, which he accepted. He also said that he needed a bathroom
break. The bathroom opens off the room that we were working in. To my
surprise, he went in leaving the bathroom door open. He pulled down his
jeans and boxer shorts and sat on the crapper. I was still at the
computer, but I could see him fully out of the corner of my eye. He then
started talking to me about the computer. I therefore went to the
bathroom door to continue the conversation. I heard him fart two or three
times. Then he started straining. I heard the crackling sound of a log
coming out of his asshole and the grimace on his f! ace suggested that it
was stretching his asshole real good. This was followed by a loud plop.
He then passed 4-5 more logs, but these came out fairly quickly and with
less effort. There was just the faint odor of good solid turds. He kept
up the conversation between passing each turd. Eventually, he gave a
sigh. He reached for the toilet paper while remaining seated on the
crapper. He kinda lifted his right butt cheek off the seat and wiped with
his right hand. There were only 2-3 sheets left on the toilet roll. I
passed him a new roll from the bathroom cabinet. He needed 5-6 wipes to
get his asshole clean. He then stood up to flush. I did not see his logs
since they were covered by toilet paper. After that he washed his hands
and we went back to work on the computer. I thought it was real cool of
him to shit with the bathroom door open and to talk to me while shitting.
I see him at classes and he always asks how the computer is working out.
He is one great ! guy!
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Healthy Pooper
Movie Guy – I am a big fan of L’AGE D’OR (THE GOLDEN AGE). I have only
seen it 2 or 3 times. I have no recollection of female defecation as part
of the plot. I was into female pooping and peeing years before I had seen
it, so I suspect I would have picked up on it.
You may be thinking of another film directed by the same director, Luis
Bunuel. It’s called “The Exterminating Angel”. Making fun of society’s
hang-ups and “rules” is a theme in many Bunuel films. In “The
Exterminating Angel”, Bunuel plays up society’s stuffiness by reversing
the norms at a dinner party. Guests sit on small camodes or bed pans
defecating and urinating whilst talking to one another at a beautifully
set table. They will occasionally excuse themselves, go to a small room,
close the door, and modestly have something to eat. I have never seen
this film, so I cannot say whether the depiction of defecation is is
visually and aurally(sound) graphic or not. The synopsis is from a
university level film study text book, so it can problably be trusted.
The next time I watch “L’Age D’Or”, I’ll keep an eye out for defecation
references, and report my findings.
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Simon
Hello!
Much has been said on the subject of stalls and rooms, so here’s what I
know:
A little bit of info about the toilets at work. (The ones at base, as I
work outdoors)
The HQ building is based in an industrial unit. As far as I know, it used
to be occupied by an American company, before we took over the lease.
There are a few “Americanisms” in the building, like US 110-volt power
outlets, as well as the normal UK ones.
In the main warehouse/workshop area, there are 4 toilets. All are
identical, a room 8 feet by 8 feet with a toilet, sink and waste bin.
The doors are solid, standard size room doors, very hefty and maybe even
to fire-door standard!
There are paper towels, not hot-air dryers. Each has a fan, worked by the
lightswitch. They also stay running a few minutes after the light is
turned off.
In the office part, the toilets are smaller. The upstairs one is about 6
feet by 4 feet but has the same facilities. The downstairs one has a
wider door and various adaptations to make it suitable for disabled
people.
Oh, and the toilets seem to have a very efficient flush, I’ve never seen
one bunged up, maybe just the odd skidder on the porcelain
Funnily enough, there are NO urinals in the building at all!
High school:
My high school had two buildings – the old one was built in the 1960s or
maybe earlier. The new one was built in about 1980.
The toilets in the old building were in a room about 12 feet by 20 feet.
Along half of one long wall were the sinks. Directly opposite these was
the wall urinal – about 9 feet long porcelain wall and gutter. The
remainder of the wall was taken up by the stalls. the doors went from 6
inches off the floor, to about 8 feet high. I don’t think the locks
worked though.
Brick walls divided each stall from the next. There was no fan.
Most of the toilets had seats, but some were missing. They were generally
clean. They were the type with the overhead cistern, so some jokers used
to reach over from the next stall and operate the flush while someone was
dumping.
There was only one outer door, which was generally left open. Sometimes
girls would nip in and take a sneak peek at boys peeing at the urinal
wall, but couldn’t really see anything (maybe a stream)
The new building had a couple of bathrooms. Each had three stalls, four
single urinals and six (I think) sinks. The urinals had small dividers
between each one.
The stalls were of laminated chipboard construction, with a gap of 6
inches from the floor all round. The cisterns were enclosed, behind the
pots and didn’t have as good a flush as the old ones. There would
occasionally be a floater left behind as a consequrence.
The entrance had an outer door, then an inner door so it wasn’t possible
to see in unless both were open. The stalls were directly opposite the
entrance.
Primary school:
I think this was built at about the same time as the old building of my
high school.
There were two sets of toilets, one for the “infant” and one for the
“junior” classes. They were basically similar, but the “infant” one had
miniature pots.
Each had three stalls and a wall urinal, similar to the old ones in the
high school.
Part way through my junior years, the toilets underwent a re-fit and the
wall urinal was replaced with a stainless steel one.
I was noseying in while the work was going on (we had to share the infant
bathroom during this time) and the plumbers asked me and a couple of
mates to test the urinal to see if they’d got it at about the right
height.
Junior school toilet funnies:
Someone had left a log on the back edge of the toilet seat one day. I
dunno how, either they’d been standing, or had just sat too far back?
anyway, we were all talking about it, taking a look etc and one of the
dinner ladies (do you have those in the US?) must have got fed up of
hearing about it and said “Oh, let it drop will you?” which we found
highly amusing!
We all used to see who could pee up the urinal wall the highest too.
Usually we could get higher than we could actually reach. Sometimes
people would have a poop accident by trying to put too much pressure on.
One day, one of the lads angled his willy wrong and his stream ended up
landing on his head. He got the pee taken out of him for that!
OK, enough for now.
Si 🙂
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Kendal
NICOLA (ENGLAND): Well, I suppose I was laying it on a bit thick about
the colour of Andrew’s underpants. But I was only doing it to help Linda
get back at him. I still think that peach ( and now lemon !! ) underpants
are a bit girly for a boy !
LINDA: Absolutely ! You were with me the whole time, never left my side.
It couldn’t have been you ! You’re not like that ! Mind you, I’m
surprised that he got beat up at all. Andrew’s a bit of a whizz at
Karate. But then he never boasts about that, and he has only ever had to
use it once to defend himself, and even then, he didn’t really hurt the
man. Take it from me Linda, he was really sorry by the time I finished
with him ! But honestly, he doesn’t mean any harm. He just can’t help
himself, and his sense of fun and humour is really one of the things I so
love about him, except when he goes over the top with you. Believe me,
although he was sorry for what he did, he still couldn’t resist throwing
in another tease about your freckles in the post where you were
(allegedly) beating him up. Andrew’s full of fun. Linda let him tease you
a little bit, and just make sure you tease him back again. Your tease
with him that you got to see me poo and he didn’t was excellent !!!
Anyway, I’m surprised that Andrew didn’t know you were with me, what with
all your jumping up and down, and encouragement, and waving of pom-poms
being my cheerleader while I had a wonderfully good poo, especially when
he was stood outside the door listening to me have it, the naughty boy !
I felt a bit silly to discover that your scary poo was scary because it
was scary ( if that makes sense ! ), and had nothing to do with Friday
13th ! It sounds like you have started on that grown up thing that Chloe
has been having once a month for more than a year now. I’m very happy to
say that it hasn’t happened to me yet. In fact, I’m more than happy to
stay a little girl for the time being ! Now don’t you go getting all
grown up on me now that you have become a woman ! I love you just the way
you are.
I cried when I read about your friend who died. I’m so sorry you had to
go through such sadness. Was she our age ? Well, I am so very proud to be
your friend, not to replace her, but I really hope to be as good a friend
to you as she obviously was. You take very good care ! Lots of love, from
Kendal xx.
ANDREW (LAWN DOGS KID): What a last story you just told ! I’m not shocked
at you watching Michael. Chloe and I watch each other, so why shouldn’t
boys ? No, I’m shocked at Chloe for walking in on Michael without being
invited, and even more shocked that she would just go to the toilet and
let him watch her just like that ! I would have been so embarressed. I
learned a big lesson with Alan about letting boys watch. I hardly knew
him, and let him watch me, and look what happened. No, I would only let
another boy watch me when I know him very well, long enough to trust him
to keep the secret. Actually, I can’t wait until the next time we can go
to the toilet together. I hated making you sad by not letting you watch
last time. But I was just looking after my friend Linda. In fact, I was
probably more sad than you. As I sat there having my poo, I wished so
much I hadn’t banned you. But then you made it easy for me by not making
a song and a dance about it, and accepting that! I had done it for good
reason. I know Linda will come to realise what a lovely person you are,
especially to me, no matter how many times you tease her in the future !
CHLOE: Just in case you get a chance to read this, I’m looking forward to
hearing all the gory details !!
Bye bye everyone. Love from Kendal.
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CD
Mia,
You’re going to have to judge for yourself how your boyfriend will react.
If you’ve looked through some of the past messages posted here you’ll
find that many males are *really* aroused by the aroma left by a lady
who’s just taken a dump. Some guys even make a special effort to hear or
catch a glimpse of a woman on the can! That said, you’ll also find
stories here about men that are simply disgusted with the very notion.
One in particular caught my attention.
The person that posted the message reported that she accidentally had a
BM during a session of anal intercourse with her partner. He was
apparently so disgusted by the event that he left her not long after…
Have you ever let out a really strong fart with him nearby? Was he
amused? Aroused? Displeased? Indifferent???
Unless you’ve got serious intestinal problems (lactose intolerance…
chronic diarrhea… et cetera…), I really doubt he’ll notice.
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Monday, October 23, 2000
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Linda
Heh..listen Lawn Dogs kid.. I didn’t beat you up. I may say stuff like I
will bit it wasn’t me. I was in the bathroom with Kendal, playing
cheerleader and giver her moral support as she did her poop.( I saw and
you didn’t nyah nyah.. you got what you deserved) I’m not the kind to
beat up so either you had a VERY guilty conscience or an over active
imagination.. or probably both. then again it could have been my two baby
sisters Elisa and Hortence (twins) They both kinda look like me and well
they’d do anything for their big sister.I mentioned them in a few old
posts. if you don’t believe me ask kendal.. she’s tell you I was with her
the whole time. [giggles] Don’t worry okay.. if you promise to lay off
the teasing.. I promise not to be so scary and mean in the future. I’ll
allow teasing.. but if you peek at me while I’m with kendal.. then I may
forget what a cute sweet demure gal I am and REALLY beat you up. Besides
if I HAD beat you up.. you wouldn’t be posting right now.[win! ks] So be
good. Hey the new girl on the top of the site has my hair.. well if I
brush it back.. if not it hangs over my face and my cousin calls me old
helmet hair. Um Kendal, no the fact that I did it on friday the 13th
didn’t scare me.. that fact that it hurt so much was what did. But I
found out later what it was or rather a side effect of…well let’s just
say I started a girl thing and thank god it’s over.. till next
time..[frowns] Anyway.. I hope you plan to be have mister.. and Kendal..
thnaks for being my friend. I know it sounds odd me saying that.. but…
a while back I lost a friend I had on this site.. she died and well I
miss her.. and I wish I had had a chance to tell her all I wanted to
before she passed away.
XOXO
I LOVE YOU ALL
Linda
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Diane
Sara T, just find a log or a rock that’s deep in the woods, and nobody
will see you. I was out hiking today and I tried the log method again. I
had just gotten out of my car at this public parking area near where I
was going to hike, and I suddenly realized that my bladder was about to
EXPLODE from a 20oz coke I had been drinking. I took a quick look around
and noticed some porta-johns nearby, but when I checked them out they
were really DISGUSTING inside. So, I figured why not go pee in the woods
instead – much cleaner!!!! Since there were so many people at the parking
lot where I parked my car, I was concerned someone might see me, so I
grabbed some toilet paper from the porta-john, hiked about a mile into
the woods and found a tree that had fallen and was about two feet off the
ground. I pulled my shorts down, climbed up on the log and sat down with
my butt hanging off the back of the log, and I peed right there!! It
worked really well – no chance of my shoes getting! wet because the pee
hit the ground behind the log, not near my feet. You should have seen the
puddle – it was HUGE, and I felt so much better afterwards!!!! Hope this
helps – just find a good log or rock, and go for it.
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Stef
Hey, I’m a new comer. I just found this site and found it quite amuzing I
didnt think there would be a place that people come to write about there
experances peeing or pooping.
well anyway I have a storie for all of you.
I remember when I was in 9th grade. About 4 years ago.
Me and my friend were cutting a class and had to go to the bathroom
really bad.
Well none of the bathrooms were open and everyone that was had a hall
moniter at.
Being that we were cutting we really couldnt go to one of them.
So we were in this hallway that was almost never used, and I was just
about to wet myself so me and my friend just pulled down are pants
squated and pissed in the corner of the hallway. Luckly no one came up
and saw us.
We got away with it.
It was one of the biggest rushes I ever had in my life.
Anyone else ever do anything like that?
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