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Doug
COLLEGE PREP In the summer of 1972 I went to a college prep program for
the legally blind (I see fairly well; I am called by some a high partial).

Well, back to our story. We were tested in basic skills; one of them was
shaving. One day this middle aged black woman walked in the men’s room. I
was only 18, hence she was more in authority then she would be today. We
entered without knocking, fortunatly the bathroom was empty. She wondered
why I was smiling and giggleing a little. The news got around and I was
told that I smile at inappropriate times.

Later I saw her enter the woman’s bathroom. She is lucky that she wan not
young and beautiful or I would have followed her in probably after she
entered a stall.

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Donny
To Karen: I’ve read a number of articles and books on the history of
pooping. 2,000 years ago? At that time the romans had restrooms, a long
wooden bench with, I don’t know, 7 or 8 holes in it to sit over. The poop
and piss ran through channels cut into a stone floor and out to a river.
Fresh river water was diverted into the room to provide a continuous flow
to flush out the channels. They wiped with natural sponges from the sea.
Some of the old castles had a pooping room, a hole cut into stone or
wood, and an elaborate “chute” system going to the upper floors. The poop
and piss fell down the chute and into a bucket below. They had a
ventilation system so that odors would not back up into the rooms of the
castle. This is similiar to later European household systems, a wooden
commode was located over a hole in the floor. They actually had workers
come during the night to empty the buckets and take the crap to the
nearest river and dump it. Half the time people just shit/pissed
anywhere, in containers which were emptied into the street, or they did
their business right on the street. Disease was a very serious problem
with all that crap lying around, as you probably know large numbers of
people were wiped out due to unsanitary conditions. So the modern
plumbing systems are really wonderful, but we all take them for granted
now.

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James
Hey again! I really pulled a good one a week ago, sitting in front of
this very computer, and it was something I know you would be proud of me
for. Whenever I have Mexican food, I always have to move it on through
after about an hour…it really runs through my system quickly, cleans it
out from the spices I suppose…anyway, this particular night I had a
horrible case of gas, and I was letting some go every couple of minutes.
I let one go, and instantly I knew it wasn’t just any gas. I heard and
felt the poop pile into my boxers, and I knew that it wasn’t going to end
there, as I always uncontrollably have to pee whenever I poop, and on
cue, it came streaming out as I filled my shorts.

Also, my manager had a stomach virus this week but came into work
anyway…big mistake. We were getting things ready as he suddenly grabbed
his stomach and I heard a fartlike sound, but I knew it wasn’t a
fart…he’d done something like I’d done, and I saw it running down his
leg. He had to go home and change into his only other clean shorts.:)

I also wet my bed this week, but it was on purpose. It was on a day off,
and I didn’t want to get out of bed, but I was about to explode with the
amount that was in my bladder. I got kind of scared at first to let fly,
because it had been quite some time since I’d wet my bed…however, I
quickly overcame it and let the piss flow, and I soaked myself, then
dropped into a deep sleep. I cleaned everything up, and it was fine…the
best sleep I’ve had in a long time!

love, hopefully more accident stories from guys other than me! wets

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Brad
Tale of that black Lab’s knowing to go in the tub reminded me of my
roommate’s damn cat. She’s an “outside”-type cat (is allowed outside &
usually does her ‘business’ there, too).

I have an “inside” cat, and keep a litterbox in my bathroom between the
toilet & the tub. Well, occasionally both J & I are out/town at the same
time for a couple days, during which he’s supposed to leave his cat
outside. But he has forgotten several times, and I’ll arrive home to find
in my tub a putrid, liquified puddle from his stupid cat who’s apparently
got too much of an ‘attitude’ about using MY cat’s litterbox just 1 foot
away! And if it’s gonna use a tub, why MINE instead of her owners?!? J
always laughs about it, but I make HIM clean it up…which dampens his
amusement somewhat

One more thing, re: Public Toilets. I hate to use ’em not for reasons of
shyness but simply because they’re usually FILTHY. Either there’s crap
smeared on the seat and/or they’ve been hosed down with urine by some
twisted asshole (for his own amusement). One dream I have is to enter a
pub. bathroom someday while in dire need just as some jerk who’s
intentionally filthified the bowl is just emerging from the stall. I will
gleefully punch their lights out, then as they lay on the floor
semi-conscious I’ll drop trou & squeeze a ‘soft-sculpture’ all over their
face & neck….see how funny they think THAT is

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Kelly
Hi. I came across this web page and was reminded of a time I went to
downtown Chicago with one of my good friends, Rachel. We live out in the
Western suburbs and take the metra train in to the city. Well, one day,
we decided to go to the field museum and navy pier after that. Before I
tell this story I must assure you that I have normal bowel and bladder
habits with exceptions occuring when I’m sick. It normally takes about
5-7 minutes for me to poop and 1-2 minutes to pee. Anyway, we decided to
eat lunch at the mcdonald’s in the basement of the museum. Stupid me, I
decided to order a double quarter pounder and super size it. I ate this
large meal in about 7 minutes which is quite fast for me. My friend
Rachel ate the same thing in about the same time. So about 1 hour into
viewing the exhibits, I felt the urge to poop. I guess Rachel did too,
because she mentioned it right after I told her. She is such a follower!!
In the field museum there are two washrooms in the basement (where we
were at when had to poop.) So, we went into the first one and there were
only 3 stalls. Two of them were full and the third one was packed with
poop in it. Rachel and I did not want to wait so we decided to go to the
other one. The second washroom was quite bigger as it had ten stalls.
Only 3 of them were full, so Rachel and I selected adjacent stalls. I
pulled my panties and khaki shorts to my ankles and sat down. I could
tell that Rachel, who was wearing a different shirt but had the same
shorts, had done the same thing. For the first minute, I thought that
this was just another normal poop. I pushed gently and not much came out.
I could hear Rachel dropping a couple of small logs next to me. After the
third minute with nothing I began to wonder if I even had to go. I could
tell Rachel was almost done as she had begun wiping. 30 seconds later, I
felt a hard big log emerge from my butt. About halfway out it became
lodged! Oh no I thought. It took about 5 pushes in 2 minutes to get it
out. By now, Rachel was flushing the toilet. Then, all hell broke loose.
Three enormous logs came out of my butt all mushy and soft. Then 5 small
hard chunks came out quite painfully. By now, it had been 15 minutes and
I decided to end it. I wiped my butt about 8 times then turned around to
flush. The toilet was full with mushy brown liquid solid stuff and paper
and boy did it stink! I flushed the toilet and walked out of there. The
same thing happened at Navy pier four hours later; I took another 15
minute mush crap. Finally, at home that night, I took a twenty minute
one! I personally think that it was caused by the mcdonald’s as that is
not normal bowel habits for a 16 year old female. Anyone ever have that
happen to them?

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Andy NY
Finally! I did meet the girl that told me her pooping accident story! It
was about a year ago when she was walking with little daughter in the
park I feld some urge to poop. She sisn’t really take it seriously and
thaught that in about half an hour, when she will get back home, she’ll
take care of it then. Ten minutes passed by, and she felt another strong
urge to go “#2”. “I guess now is the time to start heading home”, she was
thinking, “it is about fifteen minutes walk anyway…” By the time she
was approaching the entrance to her building, severe cramp made her
fluffy, white-cotton-tights-dressed butt nearly let the mass out! “Oh,
shit!!! I gotta hurry, I am about to start doing my pants…” The
elevator arrived, she rolled her daughter and jumped into it like a
lightning, pushed 8th floor, the engine started and the old heavy cabin
began its slow way up. “Come on, come on, you, turtle!”, she whispered to
the old squeeky elevator. All of a sudden she had a feeling that some
monster is starting to make its way out of her ass. She reached the seat
of her tights and to her supprise, felt a little lump appeared in there!
“No! I’m gonna hold it as much as I can and I AM GONNA MAKE IT to the
bathroom!!!” Finally, the elevator arrived at the 8th floor. She walked
out and went directly to her apartment. She realized that every step she
made, that little brown snake was making more and more way out into her
panties, stretching them more and more. By the time she walked into the
bathroom, her tights were bulging like someone stock the soft ball in
them. “Oh, I pooped my pants, I cannot beleive I pooped my pants…”, she
said to herself. She stepped right into the bathtub, turned the water on,
and started to clean herself up. Later, she came to the conclusion that
panties-pooping is a some kind of a turn-on, by the way!

I with I could see that accident, I’m sure I would end up being highly
sexually aroused by watching her slowly blowing poop into her tights…

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Eric (Alex’s brother)
Hi again. Sorry I haven’t been around for the last couple of weeks (I
have been around, but too busy to be on the computer; you know what I
mean :.) – My sister Alex left for school a couple of hours ago. As we
hugged our goodbyes, she told me that she “meant to post a final message
this morning” and asked me to “send everyone my love.” She’s become a
TOILET addict. I’m sure she and Steph will continue posting from their
(different) colleges.

I just turned 17, and will be going into my senior year at high school
next week. A *mighty senior*, at last!!!!!!! PottyBoy, you mentioned
about teenagers at your school taking massive dumps. As a teenager who
eats and “lets out” a lot, I say “hear here!”

I very rarely dump at school, and most of my (male) friends are the same.
I only go when I’m on the verge of shitting my pants; otherwise, I hold
it until I get home or to another *private* bathroom. I know its
irrational, but a lot of guys (at least in my town) are shy about having
to “sit & shit” in a public bathroom. Girls (at least my sister and her
friends, and from what I’ve read here, girls my age in general..) seem to
be more comfortable going to the bathroom in groups; they have to go into
a stall and sit down regardless of the “number,” so that’s my theory.

I have heard of girls having to use the mens’ room stalls when the
ladies’ room lines are too long, or the ladies’ is closed (my sister had
to pee in a mens’ room a couple of years back). Brielle/Erica, I’ve NEVER
seen nor heard of a girl peeing into a urinal, not here in Connecticut,
anyway. That sounds so cool!

No out of the ordinary (diahrrea, constipation, peeing in the woods, that
kind of thing…) bathroom experiences for me since last time, though my
friend Laura was right about everyone having to piss really bad after our
beach trip. That was the best (meaning I felt so comfortable afterwards)
piss I’ve taken in a long time!!!!!!! Later, all. Eric

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Funny
Well, the best dump occurred on a camping trip a few years ago. I found
what seemed a perfect forked branch to perch my buttocks on, and I felt
like the king of the world (as this was the best dump site I have ever
seen). I sat down and proceeded to excreet. As usual, the dump was very
satisfying, but I noticed an unusual aroma coming from the mounting pile.
As I leaned forward to examine the poop, I noticed there was half a log
lying on top of my boot. I was disappointed, because I thought that I had
mastered the art of wilderness dumping. I proceeded to fling the dump off
of my boot, and that is when disaster struck. As I kicked, the unexpected
shifting of weight on the branch caused one of the forks in the branch to
snap, producing severe lacerations on the gluteus maximus; also falling
down causes me to fall into my mound of crap. Another result of falling
off the branch was that my leg shot out to try to counter-balance the
fall, causing the loaf on my boot to shoot at a high rate directly into
my face. My head recoiled by instinct and hit the wooden log I was
sitting on, rendering me unconscious. As I lay unconscious, my muscles
relaxed, and caused the rest of my bowel movement to travel down my leg!

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Monday, September 01, 1997

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One more useless factThe romans had flush toilets (public and private)
and a sewer system that usually drained drectly into a nearby river.

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Greg
to Karen
I don’t have any historical data but, a book has been written by a woman,
“How to Shit in the Woods”
The book discusses how to do it, and it’s impact on the environment.
It’s a serious looks and has extra chapters for women’s needs (how not to
pee on your ankles).
I have a copy somewhere around my place, if you want more info

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Buff
It is so wonderful to read posts here from women. Alex, Steph, Susan,
keep up the great work! I had an experience with watching another guy
dump, although it wasn’t by choice. When I was in high school, our
football coach used to call us in to talk while he was seated on his
favorite spot (the toilet). He was a big hairy guy, so as you can
imagine, the smell wasn’t pleasant. He seemed totally unaware that there
was anything unusual about this, and would just talk football or
whatever. Weird.

That does bring up something I was curious about. I had never thought
women received the same enjoyment from a good dump as guys do. I mean,
for me, the satisfaction and relief after a really large load is almost
comparable to sex (and I get to dump every day!). It is an experience to
savor, not a “hurry up and get done” thing. I’d like to know if the women
here feel the same way?

Thanks,
Buff

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Karen
Are any of you hisory buffs? I’m not, but I’ve always been curious as to
what people who lived 2000 years ago and whatnot did when they needed to
do their deed. Maaybe someone can fill me in. This is the kind of stuff
that they need to put in textbooks!

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Steph
Hi again. A couple of more comments before I’m off to school. Yesterday,
I called my boyfriend from college, Tom. He lives 500 mi away, so I
haven’t seen him all summer (though we communicated by e-mail at least
once a day and talked on the phone several times a week). Tom is the
coolest, sweetest, guy you’d want to meet! I never mentioned him until
now ’cause there I didn’t have any bathroom stories, until now…

We were talking on the phone when he said he had to go to the bathroom. I
asked him if he had to take a pee or a dump. “Pee, why?,” he responded. I
asked him if he was on a portable phone. “Yes.” I then requested he bring
the phone into the bathroom and place it on the edge of the toilet.

He originally wanted to call me back, but I insisted on listening to him.
He put the phone on the toilet and I heard him let out 20 seconds of pee.
He flushed and I then heard water coming out of the sink (he was washing
his hands). He then picked up the phone “Hear anything, Steph?” I told
him “yes” and thanked him for letting me listen. He seemed kind of
puzzled by my request, but I wanted to hear him go!

I didn’t have to go while we were on the phone, but I have other plans
for the fall! My plan for Tom is to have both of us watch each other go
(meaning watching him sitting down to take a dump) by the end of the
semester… [Moderators: hope the following aside isn’t too out of line,
but this gives some perspective to the readers. Tom and I were an “item”
most of last year, and we became very close during spring semester. Yes,
we had sex numerous times last year, so we’ve both seen each other naked-
it should be interesting for us to see each other “bare” ourselves on the
toilet. I’ve never seen a guy go to the bathroom, and I doubt he’s seen a
girl go, so this should be interesting…]

I’m afraid I won’t be around to post until probably the weekend. Next
week will be one of the busiest school weeks of the year, so I’ll be
attending to other things. I promise to keep in touch. Peace and love to
all. Steph 🙂

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Arlene
I read a bunch of the previous post,this is a pretty wild place!I had an
accident two years ago that I’ll share with you. If I have to pee in a
public bathroom thats o.k.but if I have to poop,well thats a different
story! I don’t know why I’m like that but I am.Well,I was at the mall
with a friend and started getting really strong cramps the worst I had
ever felt I think in my entire life! I told her that I was really hurting
and that I wanted to leave so,knowing how I am about public toilets she
agreed and suggested that we go to her house cause it was closer.On the
way over there twice I thought I was going to lose it in her car! I
didn’t have the runs or anything,I just really had to go bad and knew I
had a turd the size of a buick that wether I wanted it to or not,was
coming out! Finally we make it to her house,I get out of the car and
tightly holding my butt cheeks together waddle to her porch.Annie then
says,”Uh oh,I loaned my house key to my roomate so she could go get
another key made.” I couldn’t believe it! Just my luck! I had already
began to poop in my pants just a little,and knew I was in very big
trouble.She went around the house,checking all the windows while I stood
on the porch in pure agony!That was it! I did good just to get to her
house but when we couldn’t get in I simply couldn’t hold it any
longer.She was still around back trying to jig the sliding glass door.I
just closed my eyes and finally relaxed my butt muscles and let go.I
couldn’t believe it! This was the worst crap I had ever taken,and I had
to do it in my jeans!It was so bad that as soon as Annie came back around
front she immediatly noticed the bulge in my pants and it was still
growing!It felt so good to relieve myself but at the same time it felt
horrible having so much poop in my panties and jeans!It was really a
load! it just kept coming and coming.Worst part was it took almost two
hours before she finally got a hold of her roomate to let us in so I
could clean up! And of course I peed tooWorst accident by far that I have
ever had.Next time I get cramps like that I think I’ll just use the
public toilet.

Thanks,
Arlene.

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Donny
I went to a high school that had no stalls around the toilets in the boys
bathroom. Hardly anyone used these toilets, but for a while my bowels got
“out of sync” and I found myself having strong urges to shit at school
around 10:30 AM. So I had to use these toilets. At first I felt very shy
about doing it, I would ask the teacher for a pass during class so that
there would not be too many people in the bathroom. It’s a little funny
asking for a pass at age 16. So I started using these toilets. A number
of other guys saw me and watched me and looked at my load. That was cool.
One day I went in to shit, and some boy had pissed all over the toilet
paper! Boy was I pissed! I used the girls room instead. The toilet seat
in there was all sticky with the sweat of 1,000 girls bottoms, which I
thought was a turn on.

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Karen
Hi everyone! I am new to posting, I have been reading this stuff for a
couple weeks and I think it is groovy! I am an 18 year old college
freshman and have been fascinated by the fact that the dorm I live in has
an all girls floor and we can’t let guys into the bathroom, but there are
urinals in there! Anyhoo, I pee and crap everyday with the door open,
even living in a dorm! (But I didn’t mention that my roomie and myself
are the only ones on the floor with a private bathroom.) She doesn’t like
to admit she is pooping to me. Well, who really likes to talk about that
stuff to a relatively total stranger? I’m just a little odd like that, I
guess. Please say hi to your new friend Karen!

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Doug
Alex, Steph and Susan:
I enjoy squeezing the turds out. What do you like doing the most peeing
or dumping?

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Sunday, August 31, 1997

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Jodi
story: I composed yesterday’s post off-line and copied it over.
Apostrophes and quotation marks (‘ and “) were interpreted as numbers
(1,2,3). Sorry about that. I will compose on-line for now on.

I took another shit this morning. It is more solid than yesterday’s; I’ve
been very good about not consuming any dairy. I’ll be going back to
school tomorrow; although I’ll have internet access, I won’t be able to
check in with you as often. I’ll be sure to let you know about my GI
results, though. Thanks all, you guys are great. Take care and lots of
love! Jodi

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Tony
My wife use to take laxative to try to lose weight One night we were out
in the car when she said she needed to get home I ask her what was worng.
She told me she had taken a saline laxative that a girlfrend had told her
about .She learled later that type increases water volume in the
intestine and could work quickiey Well to make thing worst there were no
reststop near by and we were at lest two hr’s home. She started to get
bad cramp,s finaly she ask me to pull the car over she didnot think she
could make it .As shi moved her hip to get out of the car the tight grip
she had on her ass let go .Some wet poop started to come out .She fell
back into the car trying to gain control. I ask her what she wanted to
try to do she said I don’t think I will be able to get these tight jeans
off and Iam weareing a light control type panties . All at once it
happned .She shit allover

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Alex
Hi Susan! I just got an e-mail from Steph asking me to “elaborate” on my
shit (in front of her) last week. No problem. I lean forward slightly
when pushing; I usually don’t make any grunting “sounds,” though. I’ll
admit it was very difficult to do this (go in front of her), even though
she is my best friend. Susan, I guess you’re right about it being a
“trust” issue, being able to do something which is normally so private in
front of a close friend- I hope you and Ruth are able to go in the
presence of each other. Please let me know how you make out!

Steph also e-mailed a copied post she submitted yesterday, regarding her
shitting in front of me. I read her comments, and really have nothing to
add, other than to say it was a “bonding” experience. Laura, who is very
close to both of us, did not want to join in on this. It is very
difficult to watch somebody go to the bathroom, especially if one is
conditioned to think it’s a private matter. Her decision must be
respected; although Steph and I have been able to break the “taboo” of
going to the bathroom in front of each other, some people can’t cross
that boundary. Again, a decision which must be respected- we (Steph and
I) don’t think any less of Laura for not wanting to watch…
Love always, Alex 🙂

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Steve
Hi Redneck, I love your stories about shitting with other guys. Where are
u from,love to hook up and have some fun taking a good dump together. Let
me know

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Doug
DOGS ARE SMARTER THAN YOU WOULD THINK

A long time ago I over heard a friend at work talking about his black
Labrador Retriever. One day his while he and his wife were at work the
dog (Bow) had to pee real bad. Bow had a problem and solved it in a way
by being more ingenious then some human beings in these posts. Bow peed
in the bath tub.
When John came home from work he saw it and was much impressed. All he
had to do was turn on the water.
I guess bow must have seem John and his wife take a bath and go to the
bathroom.

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“A friend of mine” once told me a tale of when he was younger and off
drinking with his girlfriend. Well, he got drunk, and his girlfriend
opted to drive him home. About half-way to his house, he had the most
righteous urge to take a piss. What is it about large quantities of
alcohol that makes one want to piss anyway? Back to the story. My
“friend’s” girlfriend had to stop at a local hamburger joint so that he
could give in to his urge. The name of the burger joint will be royally
omitted. Anyway, when my “friend” went into the bathroom to relieve
himself, the stench nearly knocked him down. There was someone in the
shitter letting it fly. My “friend” had to piss while holding his breath,
which is virtually impossible. The mad crapper had finished his job
before my “friend” could shake twice. When he came out of the shitter, he
was wearing the burger joint uniform and eating a burger! What is it
about large quantities of alcohol that makes one want to puke anyway?

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Steph
Hi guys! White Pony and James, glad you enjoy my BM stories! Susan, the
remainder of this post is addressed to you; anybody else, of course, is
welcome to read this and send me comments/questions :)…

Alex “cashed her raincheck” yesterday (Friday). First, a little
background. I worked yesterday, and had spicy, Indian vegetarian food for
lunch (I think a lot of you know where this leads to…). [I will be
making a couple of comments of clothing; very relevant for this posting.
I wear “unisex” clothes, jeans, sweats, shorts, about 95% of the time. I,
being a female, also have a couple of skirts for ‘formal’ occasions and
several “peasant” dresses. I happened to be wearing one of those peasant
dresses yesterday…]

Yesterday evening, Alex and Laura were hanging out at my place. We’re all
going back to (different) schools next week, and they were helping me
pack. I started to get stomach cramps- nothing serious, but I knew a
*serious* dump was pending! I invited both of them in to watch me. Laura,
who’s somewhat bashful, wanted *no* part of this; she sat out in my den-
that was cool by me. Alex came in behind me and shut the door (in case my
mother happened to come down; she knows nothing about this).

I pulled up my dress, down my panties, and sat down on the shitter. As I
mentioned, I ‘felt’ as if this was going to be a serious one. I got into
my position as soon as I sat down. Several soft ones immediately came out
of my butt (I also peed at the same time). Alex and I were talking
casually. I knew there was *much* more to be let out, so I raised the
upper part of my body, took a couple of gasps, and got back into my
position. (I peed off and on during the entire time I was on the
toilet…) A couple of more plops came out. By that time the smell was
*rippin’*!!! Repeated the gasping and slouched back down and let out two
or three more turds!

After 10 min. or so, the urge to go ceased, so I got up. [Susan, you
mentioned (on a couple of posts) how you lifted your skirt before going
(at work). I feel so stupid for writing this, but I hate going to the
bathroom while wearing a dress. I guess my *coordination* isn’t that
great- what I mean is I have trouble wiping my butt and holding up my
skirt at the same time. I fear getting excrement on my dress, so I have
often taken the dress off (so it drops to the floor) prior to wiping…]
I looked into the toilet (as I always do) and counted seven, soft,
reddish-brown turds (the color and consistency, not to mention the odor,
a result of my lunch). Alex offered to hold up my dress while I wiped
myself. After wiping my vagina (which I always do first), I started
wiping my butt. This was a very “gooey” shit, and I don’t want to mention
the number of times I had to wipe (think it was ten…)

When my dumps are that massive, I usually flush (first) before starting
to wipe, but I didn’t yesterday. I flushed the toilet, by that time
filled with more bumwipe than poop. The toilet was pretty darn close to
overflowing on to the floor! Alex ran upstairs to get the plunger. I
plunged six times to get the initial wave down. Waited for the bowl to
refill and flushed again. Repeated step a third time. Even after the
third time, there were “speckles” in the bowl, so I flushed a fourth (and
last) time- there were still “skid marks” on the rim, even after the
fourth flush!

Susan, a couple of answers re: Alex’s shit on Tuesday. I honestly had
**NO** idea whatsoever of Alex’s “plans.” The only time I have seen her
(and she has seen me) type posts to this group was the day she introduced
me to this site. I saw her “you never know” letter the next morning
(after the fact). I was so *excited* about her surprise I failed to
notice any gasps or grunts [I’m sure she would be glad to fill you in 🙂
]. You are sooo cool!!! I hope you take a nice dump in front of Ruth, and
pray she has to dump at the same time… now *that* would be AWESOME!!!
We seem to have a lot in common, so I hope you don’t mind my asking you a
personal question. You mentioned Ruth being a friend since high school
and posted something about wetting your bed at age 17… how old are you,
Susan? The way you write, your experiences, etc. lead me to think you’re
not that much older than we are (I was born in 1978, so that makes me
19). Again, hope that’s not too personal, man. (speaking! of things in
common, I also have a gym membership. I don’t go as often as I should,
but I prefer outdoor activities…)

I talked to Jodi (on the phone) yesterday. She told me a little about her
appointments, but found out most of the *details* on here. Blake, I’m
sorry the Lactate pills did not work. What a BUMmer! (no pun intended)
Before anyone asks, Alex did NOT have to go to the bathroom (while she
was over yesterday).

Peace, Steph

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PottyBoy
Who poops the most? Men/Women, Boys/Girls??? Whenever I clean high school
bathrooms, you would not believe the number of clogged toilets I have to
clean. It always seems like teenagers shit enormous shits cuz they eat so
much. They eat/poop 3-4 times as much as an older adult. My plunger gets
a workout whenever I’m in a high school bathroom. The boys seem to have
the edge for laying toilet cloggers, but many girls poop a lot also.
Fortunately the toilets usually do not overflow. One time there was not a
plunger to be found anywhere, so I had to use my hand to push the poop
down the drain hole.

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Saturday, August 30, 1997

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Mackey
I have friends that come over to go swimming in our pool and we all
change in the back house that my Dad built when we put in the pool. We
usually change girls in one room and guys in another and just throw our
stuff on the floor and rush out to the pool to see who can be first in.
Well, this one friend Steve always has outrageous massive skid marks and
I’m always kiddin him did he shit his pants? He always says no but even
has them on the ouside of his underwear – I guess he wears them backward
some times. Most times he tries to cover his underwear because he gets
teased about shitting his pants but sometimes theyre laying out and it
does look sometimes like he just took a crap. No one else even comes
close to Steve for skid marks.

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Joe
Hey everyone, I haven’t been around my computer for a few days. I haven’t
had any interesting craps for the past couple of days. So, I was thinking
I would just tell everybody about today’s. It was just an average dump. I
was at work. It was about 9 AM. I sat down in the bathroom and pushed.
Lots of pieces came out all at once. I guess it was one of those coffee
propelled ones. It also took awhile to wipe up, and, after flushing,
there were some of the infamous skidmarks. White Pony: I don’t know about
the hardware store thing. I guess it could be macho, but for me, it was
scary. James: Hi James. I’ve heard that the “wrap around the bowl” dumps
are the most healthy ones. But for me, they never happen at home. The
last one I experienced was at the airport. I was just about to get on a
plane. I get constipated when I travel anywhere. I decided to take a dump
at the airport because I knew I would be constipated once I got in the
air. It happens that fast. It is sort of cool when you get one of the
wrap around the bowl ones. I sort of wanted to leave it for the rest of
the people to see. But the toilet flushed automatically. It was one of
the bigger disappointments of my life.

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CrapMeister
A week or two back, I went in to the toilets at work, in to one of the
cubicles to go for a pee. Anyway, some other guy went in to one of the
other cubicles. I thought nothing much of it until I heard him. “Pffft.
Pffffffft. Pffffffffffffffft”. Then rather wet farts.

I tried hard to not laugh myself stupid, so I stood in the cubicle for at
least five minutes, with my fingers in my ears, trying not to laugh.

After a long while, I took my fingers out of my ears, and waited to check
the coast was clear. It wasn’t. The guy must have had some SERIOUS case
of the slops, ‘cos it was about ten minutes before he actually left.

I went back to my desk, trying to forget the experience.

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Jodi
Hi everyone. I promised you an update after my doctor¹s appointment, so
here I am. I went to my general practitioner (aka ³regular doctor²) on
Monday. I had my annual physical and told her about my bowel problems.
She asked me about my diet. I told her I eat a pretty healthy diet,
though I eat more pizza than I should 🙂 She asked me if I consume other
dairy products. I told her I have 3 or 4 glasses of milk a day, cereal
for breakfast, and the occasional ice cream.
She recommended a gastrointerologist (GI) in the same medical center, and
agreed to have her receptionist book an appointment for me. Before I
left, the doctor asked me not to have any more dairy products for a
couple of days, to see if perhaps that was the problem. I had cereal
(with milk) Monday morning, but heeded my doctor¹s advice not to
eat/drink any dairy products. I took my regular, gassy shit Monday
afternoon (this after my cereal that morning and pizza the previous
night).
I resisted the temptation to have any dairy products. By Wednesday
morning, my BM was harder, less gassy, and a LOT less smelly! From what
I¹ve read and heard, I think I have lactose intolerance (though milder
than yours, Blake; I¹ll write a couple of paragraphs to you later)
I luckily was able to get an appointment this morning (Friday, 29 Aug).
Yesterday afternoon, Thursday, the GI called me and instructed me to have
a couple of glasses of milk two hours before coming in. When I came in, I
told the GI my history, and how not consuming dairy products for the last
couple of days has Œimproved¹ my BMs. I also felt the urge to take a shit
and told him I had to go.
He told me I could go into the bathroom to do my duty, but also to leave
some BM in a jar. He asked me NOT to wipe my bum afterwards. After I went
(yes, it was my previously routine soft shit) I came back to the office
with some of my shit in the jar (it was very awkward going into that
jar). He put a probing instrument up my very, very crappy bum and took a
sample of my BM. He told me that some tests were going to be done on my
samples (from the jar and the stuff he wiped from my butt) and instructed
me to revert to not consuming any dairy products, I ³could very well be
lactose intolerant.²
I left (but not before going into the same bathroom and wiping my
bum-crack a half-dozen times!) and went home. I should be getting the
results back on Tuesday, by which time I will be going back to school. It
will be such a relief if this problem can finally be pinpointed!
Blake, sorry that pill you took didn¹t work out for you. 🙁 I complain
about *my* bowel problems, but they pale in comparison to yours. I¹m glad
you¹re so willing to share what must have been very embarrassing moments.
Please continue to let everyone know how you¹re making out… I hope that
a solution will *finally* be found for your problem. Take care, everyone.
Thanks, Jodi.

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Brad
*Two Stories*: One from college days, one from “real life”—#1:
Sophomore year I lived in dorms where two “suites” of 3 two-person rooms
shared a bathroom in the middle. Of many strange things the bunch of us
did, one was boasting about who took the ‘best’ shits (as defined by
either volume, appearance and/or smell). Of course, our typical diets
(beer, pizza & dining-hall food plus more beer) ensured superlatives in
all three areas. After awhile–seeing as how verbal debate proved
irreconcilable– I proposed the idea of photographically recording our
respective “best efforts”. It wouldn’t capture the olfactory essence, of
course, but would eliminate lying on the other parts. So I offered my
Polaroid for this purpose, and we all snapped pics over time of what we
considered our “personal bests”. Then, when we threw a suite keg-party we
taped our favorite pics (one entry per person), which were identified on
the front only with a number, on the wall near the keg with a sheet of
paper for voting on the “Best Dump”. All guests were required to vote on
their favorite before filling their cups. A few of the partiers–male &
female- complained about it being “gross”, but if they wanted to DRINK
OUR BEER, they had to PICK A SHIT. Wish I could say I won, but I only
placed 3rd (I’m QUITE sure I would’ve won had odor, too, been
considered). But that party was talked about thereafter for some time

STORY #2: In ’91, two coworker/friends & I were returning home from a
beach weekend in Ocean City, Md. Dave & I were in my car; Ray was
following in his. We’d left OC around midnite Sunday after spending the
evening bar-hopping & munching typical snack fare (spicy wings, nachos).
Sometime after 1am both Dave & I needed to stop for liquid relief; plus,
Dave was also “brown-capping” from all that spicy junk food. So I pulled
over when we came upon a suitable patch of trees, with Ray stopping
behind about 50′ back. Dave grabbed the TP travel-roll (“NEVER leave home
without it”) & trotted into the woods; I stopped just at the edge to
unzip—the road was deserted that time o’morning and I’ve never had a
problem with roadside relief. Well, I was in mid-stream when a county cop
motored up, slowed quickly when he saw our cars, then scanned the area
with his spotlight. I was just zipping up when he shone it on me, so it
was unmistakable what I’d been doing. I sheepishly returned to the car as
he was strutting up, looking stern, and proceeded to give me hell: “Just
WHAT the HAY-ELL do yew think yer DOIN’?!? Does this LOOK like a god-damn
bathroom to YEW ?!?” Then he did the license/registration thing, and
peered all around inside the car with his Maglite (looking for ANYTHING
serious he could bust me on, like weed or open beer, of which we had
none..was all long gone ). I figured he was at least gonna write me up
for the public pissing, but all he did was continue lecturing: “You think
the owner appreciates you taking a leak on his property? How’d YOU like
it if he came to YOUR house & relieved himself in YOUR front yard?!?” I
stifled a giggle, thinking of Dave still in the woods. “You get your
asses home over the bridge (Chesapeake Bay Bridge) _raght now_.” I got in
the car & pulled out, Ray following. When we got to the next crossroads,
we turned off & parked & waited 10 minutes, then double-backed to pick up
Dave. That was! some capper to the weekend.

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