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Sara T.
Newcomer- Hey 🙂 Yes, I did pee in the bag, not on purpose, it slipped
out. But nothing leaked or anything like that. I’ve been peeing into the
houseplants lately. But we just got the toilet back, thank goodness!
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Nick
Hi – I am a 15 male from Uk- i was reading some of the enteries on this
site and i must say they are interesting- ive never had any ‘incidents’
myself- but one time when I was camping in France I was away from the
tent (i was with my mom and aunty), i was looking for fire wood i
wondered off a bit- and in the distance I saw someone bent over with
their pants and short down to their ankles- so i went silently closer I
made out that it was my MOM! having a poop i couldnt believe it- It
turned me on slightly until I realeased it was my Mom so stayed there
until she finished then when we pulled up her pants and shorts i went
over and had a look- there was nothing special just a medium seized
smelly pile of poops! There are some things you just dont wanna know
about your mom-. This was true and I dont know y im telling use, but it
fits in with some of the other stuff- well c use for now!
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Shawn
I’m glad you guys liked the story. I promise to post more like that soon!
Steph: Yes, I crapped my pants recently…a large load too!
Anon: I’ve feared that also and had it almost happen…this story is
cool…I don’t have time to post it now but I’ll make sure this one is
next. I’ve also witnessed someone else having a similar problem.
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Carmalita
Hey everybody! I’m doing my first post on a new computer, yay!
RJOGGER: Yes, I used to do housekeeping. One time a gentleman let me
catch him on the toilet. I know it was on purpose, but I liked it anyway!
I’d loved to have caught you! I’d give you a smile, and watch for a few
seconds if you’d let me!
Summer: Hi hon! I wish you could join in with us too. Id love to watch
you take one of your great big ones, rubbing your leg while you pooped.
Id wipe you very gently while I checked out your prizes. I have to admit
that I get very excited reading your posts about being in the restroom.
Jeff A: Im going to do a special poop just for you! Im eating yet
another big Mexican dinner tonight, and when it comes out tomorrow, look
out! Youve told me that you like a womans poop smell, and there will be
plenty of that, trust me!
John VT: Youre such a sweetheart. Me and Renee are both crazy about you.
Yes, Ive recently seen a few female solo pooping videos. Theyre cool! I
think me and Renees are much better though. We did another one. Shes
got me on tape pooping about twelve different times, and Ive got as many
of her big dumps. On my second poop, my turd was so big it wouldnt fit
in the hole! I had to really strain to push it out. You can see Renee
poking at it with a plunger. Shed just gotten out of the shower, and had
a panties on but nothing else. I zoomed in on her boobs! Theres another
scene where Ive got really soft, runny poop, and you can hear it
slopping out really well, along with my moans and sighs, and one scene
where Renee leans forward and is pushing one out as big around as a
baseball bat!
PV: Hey, girlfriend, thanks for being so sweet to me! You certainly are a
babe! That woman is back with her little boy. I just love that little
Juanito! Hes so cute. Im teaching him how to play guitar. Hes having
trouble with the C , G and F chords, but hes doing pretty good for a
little dude! Id love to watch you have a nice, healthy crap, clean you
up, and then it would be my turn. Love you, sweetie.
Last night was a fun one for me. Id eaten some really ???? Mexican food
Thursday night, and last night it wanted to come out bad. I let a raunchy
fart in the kitchen and told Renee that I had to take a really nasty
shit. She told me that she wasnt sure she could handle the smell as she
wasnt feeling good. She was having sick spells, and had a bad headache,
So, I went off to the bathroom to sit on the toilet for awhile. I pulled
my jeans and blue satin panties down, and parked my brown ass on the
seat. I was wearing an oversized green U of O sweatshirt too. After a few
minutes I began farting. Then, a very noisy crackling turd started, and I
slipped two fat logs into the bowl. It only took a few seconds before the
ol Carmalita stink-o-meter was registering a 10! I could feel a monster
load inside of me. I hadnt crapped for two days and the poop was all the
way up to my neck! I leaned forward with my elbows across my knees,
breathing bad fumes. I started pushing ha rd, and grunting, trying to
move the poop that was in me. I could feel a very large loaf waiting to
come out. My little opening was about to be stretched hard. I knew it was
going to be a big, nasty mess. I grunted, and grunted when I heard a
knock on the door. Come in-hhhhh, I said, waiting for Renees sweet
face to walk in. I was shocked, but it wasnt her! It was her guy friend.
God how embarrassing!!! The room smelled like a septic tank from my
toxic, Mexican shit, and here stands this good looking guy, more
embarrassed than me! I guess he thought it was okay to enter since I said
come in. He stared at me for several seconds with his mouth hanging open
and said Oh my God Malita, I am so sorry! I thought you were doing your
makeup or something! he then explained that Renee had some medicine in
the cabinet she needed, and he came to get it for her. He must have come
over while I was on the toilet. I told him to go ahead and get it since
he was in there. Then my ???? lo osened up and my turds came out big, and
noisy, plopping into the water like thick sausages. I looked at him, and
he was staring again. I said Im sorry, but I couldnt hold those in. I
know he didnt mean to, but he was staring between my legs at my black
silk, so I pulled my sweatshirt down over my hips and crotch obscuring
the view. Then I spoke again. Im sorry it stinks so bad. Its been a
rough day. he says Oh no, its fine, really! Im the one whos sorry! I
should be giving you your privacy! He was going through the cabinet,
(taking his sweet time too), when I farted again, and released another
healthy, but soft and stinky log. It crackled hard and fell with a soft
splat. I looked up and caught him watching my reflection in the mirror.
That one was a 2 pounder! I said, grinning at him. By this time I was
having fun. By the looks of his pants, he was too. He finally found the
medicine, and backed out apologizing again. Renee came in a few seconds
later while I w! as wiping. She knew what happened, and was laughing even
though she was sick. Later that night she told me he was really, really
excited about seeing me like that. Before I went to bed, I had to take
another healthy crap. Woo-weee, it stunk! It smelled so bad we didnt
even need mouse traps! John VT: You still like those smells? If so, you
should have been there!
Love to you all,
Carmalita
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Althea
Karen: If you are really desparate, Dulcolax tablets will do the
trick-quickly and brutally. But, it will be worth it. I have not used it
since my teens and 20’s.
jcurt: I might try those powdered fiber supplements. I am always looking
for something new.
Kendal: I like that story about you and the janitor. I once was alone in
the bathroom of the school parish hall. I was in 8th grade and rehearsing
for graduation. The janitor came in to mop the floor during his midday
chores. He expected no one. He was surprised it was me. I was taking a
long piss, that I could not hold. It took almost 3 minutes for this piss
to stop. When I was finished, I pulled up my yellow pants and white
panties. The janitor entered the 4 stall room as I was pulling up and
opening the stall door. He was shocked and apologized. I told him, it was
not his fault. We were out of class and rehearsing. It was not expected.
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Donny
I just shit in my pants. I was sitting on the couch reading a book and
was too absorbed in it to get up and go to the toilet. The urge became
pressing, I stood up and it poked out in my underpants. It was too late
to push it back in and if I squeezed my butt, I would have cut it off
anyway. So I just let the whole thing out into my underwear. I went into
the bathroom, pulled down my pants and tossed the thing into the toilet.
Some of it fell onto the rug in front of the toilet. There was shit all
over my butt. I was planning to take a shower anyway, so I got undressed
and got into the shower and cleaned up. I took my shitty clothes and the
rug and tossed them in the washing machine. I got some shit on the toilet
seat and cleaned that off with a wet wipe. No big deal but a lot more
work than getting onto the toilet in the first place.
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Penny
My husband and I went to a twenty fifth wedding anniversary last night
and over did the food and wine bit. We had about 70 miles to get home
through the country and about halfway home I felt a rumble of a snake in
mt ????. I said to him he better stop. This was about 2 in the morning so
I jumped out around to the front of the car and wipped up my mini and
pulled my g string off. I did not want to make a mess of things. As I
squatted I started to feel a little funny and was not sure what was going
to happen. I thought lets get the poo out and take it from there but I
was sweating too as I felt the first spasm hit my gut. It was so sore
that I half got up. By this time my husband had got out and was holding
my arm. I had my other hand on the car as another cramp hit me. A runny
shit started to flow out of my arse as my stomach cramped and I puked in
the grass as I shat a torrent on the road. I felt so awful that as I
finished I just wiped my bum with my g string threw them away a! nd got
onto the back seat to sleep. We had to stop twice more to puke before
reaching home. I felt terrible.
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Laura
Today I was really sick. I was in the car driving home from work, and I
really had to go badly. I was desperately trying to keep it in, but I had
to go SO BADLY!!! I started to drive faster, but I was nowhere near home
and I knew I would not be able to make it. So I started glancing out the
window looking for a place where I could relieve myself behind some
bushes or something, I didn’t want anybody to see me. I didn’t see one.
By now my stomach was practically exploding with pain, and I felt like my
bladder was going to burst. I was also beginning to feel nauseous.
Finally, I spotted a little clearing behind some thick bushes. I quickly
pulled over and got out of the car. I scrambled behind the bushes and
yanked down my pants and underwear. Immediately a stream of pee gushed
out onto the ground and I could feel a load of diarrhea coming on. As it
splashed to the grass, I heaved and threw up an orange, chunky vomit. The
diarrhea ceased, but I continued to puke. Finally I was a! ble to stop,
and I went home. At home, I threw up eight times in an hour. I’m feeling
a lot better now, though.
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Jane
Hi all! I have been very busy lately, so I haven’t even had a chance to
visit the forum, so I’m far behind in reading the posts. My pooping
routines have been pretty normal lately, except for one day last week.
That day my husband Gary and I went to IHOP for breakfast before going to
work. I had a generous helping of pancakes, along with eggs, bacon,
sausage and hash browns, and so did Gary. We don’t usually eat so much
for breakfast. Afterwards, we headed off to our respective offices, with
me making a site visit. I felt full but had a little more energy than
usual, which carried me through a very busy morning. At 10:30 I went to
the ladies room to pee. I got there to see that the door had been removed
and a temporary “Women” sign posted over the door frame. I did my
business, went back to the office and asked someone what was going on.
She said she had heard that the door had to be replaced because the
locksmith sawed off a big chunk of the door trying to put in a new door
knob.
It was time to go to lunch, and I was beginning to feel the effects of
the huge breakfast. I had a slight urge to poop but thought I could hold
it for the time being. We were close to a mall and went to the food court
there. Right after we started eating, I felt a sudden urge to poop. I had
to excuse myself and go to the ladies room. I went into a stall, pulled
down my pants and white panties and sat. I pushed out a very soft, slimy
piece of poop. I made a small fart, then pushed out about six more very
soft pieces of poop. I farted loudly twice more before I was done. I
wiped myself clean, got up and saw several pieces of poop floating in the
water. It also made a big stink. I got back and finished my lunch.
I was OK once we got back from lunch. However, a few hours later I was
hit with another sudden urge to poop, this time much stronger. I wasn’t
crazy about using the ladies room with the door missing, but I had no
choice. I rushed to the ladies room only to find two guys installing the
door. I asked them if I could just pass by to go in. They hesitated a
bit, then said it might be better if she went to another floor. I said I
would but I had to go badly now. They said to go ahead and let me pass. I
rushed into a stall, slammed the door, yanked down my clothes, and sat.
Immediately my butt exploded with a cascade of very soft poop that lasted
15 seconds. I paused for a bit, then I felt a cramp in my stomach and let
go another massive wave of very soft poop, also 15 seconds. It was very
loud and very smelly, so I was probably giving the two guys an earful and
a noseful. I flushed the toilet while seated.
This time I was pushing out a more steady series of very soft poop, much
like what I did earlier at lunch. I kept dispensing soft poop like a
machine dispensing chocolate soft serve ice cream. After a minute, I
flushed the toilet again while seated. I pushed out several pieces of
soft poop, then felt a strong cramp in my stomach, followed by an
incredible barrage of soft mushy poop that lasted about 20 seconds. I
flushed the toilet while seated again, and I could hear the guys make
comments like “Whoa! That was nasty!” and “Get a whiff of this! I thought
you made the worst shit, but she comes close!” I pushed out a couple more
pieces, then made a long booming fart that got wet in the last couple of
seconds. I was finally done and had to wipe several times. I even flushed
the toilet once more while seated to clear out a huge pile of TP. I
finished wiping and flushed a final time. I left behind a few stains at
the bottom of the toilet and a strong smell of poop. The guys were still
working, now putting in the new lock. They asked if I was OK and said
they would have stepped aside except they needed to get this done by a
certain time. I was feeling much better and haven’t had such a huge
pooping session since.
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Gemi
Sorry for not posting…been really busy. I don’t have anything good to
share at the moment…but I am keeping up with all your posts.
Kendal: Great to see ya back! Hope you’re having fun, in and out of the
bathroom! Take care, girl! Love, Gemi.
Lawn Dogs Kid: Thanks for replying to me for Kendal, that was really
sweet of you 🙂
Good pees ‘n’ poops to y’all!
Gemi
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Lawn Dogs Kid
BRYIAN: You’re right, we have definitely seen this lady before up at the
top !
KENDAL: Loved your latest story ! What you didn’t know was that I didn’t
miss out on that much. I arrived in the school just as the caretaker went
into the girls toilets, and then heard your voices, so I stood outside
and had a good listen to the whole episode ! Those were mighty poo noises
you made my little princess ! That was probably my only regret at missing
this poo session of yours, the enormous joyful face you must have had at
being able to make such good plop noises for a change ! I know I didn’t
tell you about this on the way home ( I was enjoying the sympathy too
much for supposedly having missed out !! ) and I know I’ll get a slap
when I next see you after you read this, but believe me, you are one
special little girl, and you never need to be sorry about not letting me
be there, or not being able to hang on long enough for me to be there.
When you need to go, you go ! I’ll always understand. Love you princess,
Andrew xxx
ELLIE: I imagine its always a wonderful occasion when your relationship
moves on as far as it has with Craig. Have fun girl ! But I’m also with
Kendal, be careful ! Its difficult for me on the outside of you three’s
somewhat tempestuous relationships ! I imagine sibling arguements are
plentiful at our ages, except I don’t have a sibling, and Kendal and I
just so rarely argue. But I do wonder how I would feel, like Kev, when
Kendal first has a really serious boyfriend. How would I feel to find
that I’m not the one she wants to take with her to the toilet anymore ?
That the boyfriend is now the one she confides in ? Ellie, I guess it
will be very difficult to let go, and especially when you and Kev have
had such a wonderful brother-sister relationship up to now that you will
do things together like bathroom visits. That really is a sign of a very
special relationship ! So once again, I find myself despensing my advice
/ opinion to you both. I think Kev needs to lighte! n up a bit. The big
brother game is all well and good where it is welcomed. But I do think
you need to have a little sympathy towards the way he is also feeling.
Don’t shut him out entirely, and when you need to use the loo, tell him
you’d like him to come along on those occasions when you don’t have Craig
around. That way he knows you are still trying to include him, find time
for him too. Then it is up to Kev whether he does or doesn’t. I can’t see
that you can do very much more in the circumstances. But Ellie, please
don’t forget one thing. Should you fall out with Craig in the future, God
forbid, who will be first to comfort you and try to make you feel better
? ( that is if he is the kind of brother I think he is ) Enough of the
heart to heart stuff, I’m with Kendal. A Craig and you toilet story
please !! Take care, love from Andrew x
LITTLE LOU: I’m also with Kendal about you too ! Come on, spill the beans
! Lets have the story of when you and Kev sat on knees together ! And
even the one of the shared wee with Craig in the derelict house ? Talking
of sit on knees, Kirsty is here with Kendal this weekend ! Not that we
will be doing anything like that again with all the adults around, but
Kirsty did pull me to one side when we passed in the school corridor, and
she whispered in my ear “I’m having a huge tea tonight so I’ll need a
large you know what when I’m at Kendal’s” she paused to watch my
reaction, which was to smile ! “I take it you’ll come along for the show
?!” she continued ! What an invitaton hey ? Big hugs to you my little
princess, so glad you’re much better, and don’t be too long telling me
and Kendal about your latest exploits ! Love from Andrew xx
LINDA: Haven’t heard any GRRRRRRRRRRs yet ! Perhaps you’re being all
grown up on me and taking no notice ! Anyway, if I haven’t blotted my
copy book, I shall be pleased to exercise my considerable combing skills
as instructed and directed by the lovely Kendal on your wonderful head of
hair ! ( assuming a visit “there” is called for ! ). Hey babe, I seem to
recall you making a comment before about one of the ladies at the top
picture looking like she was wearing a coloured in shirt. Well I reckon
you were spot on ! This lady definitely has a coloured in shirt, because
I reckon the moderator has drawn one in to hide the fact that this lady
is sat on the toilet completely starkers !! You can tell because her hair
is partially blotted out where it should be hanging beautiful and blonde
over the shirt !! What do you reckon to Lawn Dogs Kid, the ultimate
detective then ?! In the words of the excellent Corrs song, “you’re
forgiven, not forgotten”. I’m hoping thats what you wi! ll say to me
about “helmet hair”, i.e you’ll forgive me, but “just watch out for the
consequences boy” !! Take care babe, love Andrew XOXO
COUSIN: As the man with the ultimate collection of toilet pics from this
site, are you able to confirm that we have seen the top lady before ?
Hope Elena has recovered from her bout of constipation.
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Christine (w/ a sore bottom)
Wow, i just kinda stumbled on this site, its kinda a weird i didnt know
that people had “accidents” on purpose.. I had an accident in my pants on
the school bus today, it has been the worst day of my life. I am in the
tenth grade, and I was sitting in history class today when I felt myself
having to poop. But there was no way I was gonna poop at school, I mean
the bathrooms are pretty nice but still I just usually poop at home. So
since history is my last class I figured I could make it till I got home.
Finally class got out and i really had to go but i knew i could make it.
So i got my stuff and hopped on the bus, things only got worse from
there. I sat next to my best friend Becky like always and right away she
could tell something was wrong , but I told her it was no big deal that i
just had to go to the bathroom that was all. The bus left and i was
counting the seconds, it was getting really bad. Then i knew I wasnt
gonna make it, and it started to come out. Oh my gosh i ! couldnt believe
that i was pooping my pants right there in front of everyone. I could
feel it seeping into my panties, but I still tried to hold it, and then I
knew there was no use, so i just let it go and I held myself up about an
inch or two off the seat and filled my panties completely. It just kept
coming and then there was this huge bulge in my panties, that is until I
sat down. Luckily my stop was coming up and I dont think that anyone even
noticed. The bus stopped and I quickly got my stuff together and bolted
for the door. I didnt want anybody to know but the whole time I was
thinking about how to hide it from my mom. I got off the bus and thank
god I dont think anybody noticed, but I knew my mom would kill me. I
walked home slowly, I was wearing jeans and they werent to tight but
still tight enough because I could see my own mess bulging back there. I
started to cry as i walked home, I got to my house and walked through the
door and my mom was in the living room cle! aning. She said her normal
hi, and began to walk towrds me to see how my day was, I told i would be
down in a minute, and headed straight for the stairs. “Whats thats smell
Christine” she asked, “I dunno” and was half way up the stairs when she
said “Christine come back down here please”. Oh, i knew i was busted, I
walked up to her and she spun me around and patted my butt with her hand.
“What Hapenned” she yelled, I started crying and told her it was an
accident, but she said that we have toilets at school for a reason. She
told me to get the paddle and go to my room, I couldnt believe it I
screamed at her that I was 15 and thats she coudlnt spank me anymore. She
starded to count to ten, so I went and got the paddle off the wall of the
pantry. I walked up to my room crying and sat there on my bed in my
soiled pants. She came in and told me to pull down my pants so she could
see how bad it was, so i did and there was poop all over my butt. She
pulled my jeans back up and she s! at down and I buttoned them up, she
grabbed the paddle and I begged her not to spank me, I promised that I
wouldnt ever do it again. But she woudlnt budge she told me to lay
accross her lap and I begged some more, but she said I would get double
if I didnt lay accros her lap. So i did and she positioned me just right,
it felt so weird having the poop still in my pants, and I hadnt been
spanked in like a year before today. She lectured me for about five
minutes about my atittude and all kinds of stuff. Then she let me have
it, ohhhhhh maannn ,every time I forget how bad it is, every time the
paddle hit my butt it wouldnt spread the poop a little more. She gave me
twenty licks on my soiled and now burning butt. Finally she stopped and i
laid accross her lap just crying, she stood me up and told me to clean up
and bring down the dirty clothes. So I did, but the worst part is yet to
come, because every time my mom spanks me then my dad always does too, so
as soon as he gets home ! tonight I know he will spank me, it so dumb
just because i pooped in my pants. Well I gotta go, wish me luck.
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Billty L.
Mr Pee Pee,
My dad took a couple of months off from work about 2 years ago and our
entire family went to India for missionary work. It was kind of weird.
Where we were there were no bathrooms. They had a big potty chair that we
would poop and pee into and a couple of times a day, someone would come
and empty it out. We most poop and peed outside, unless it was raining.
Everyone else did it. The Indians are going to say we can poop outside
but you can’t.
Speaking of pooping outside, the other day, after school, we went outside
to play. My cousin fred and my brother kev and I and our little brothers
and some friends were out back in the woods playing capture the flag.
fred said I have to take a dump. I will be back out in about 5 minutes. I
had to poop too, so I said, follow me. We went to a place where we often
poop. I said do this. I dropped my pants and let out about 5 medium
turds. So he did the same thing, except he dropped one long poop, about 2
feet longs. He said it was the fist time he pooped outside. I said we
will fix that.
When we went to take showers that night, both of us had to poop again.
While our little brothers were getting ready for bed, we pooped and
showered too. My cousin jake was on the regular toilet. I wanted to poop
before taking a shower (I like to do this so I can clean my butthole), so
I used the little potty. Our moms want us to get ready at the same time,
so that we do not wake up or little brothers. Anyway, I was sitting on
the potty. Jake finished his poop and fred came in. Jake said to fred
wipe me. Fred wiped him. Then my brother josh came in. He said my turn.
So josh sat down and pooped. He dropped just two little logs. My mom came
in and said, billy, you are supposed to use the big toilet so josh can
use the little one. I finished. So did josh. I help josh wipe his butt.
Then while i took a shower, fred did his poop and brushed his teeth. When
i got down, the little kids were ready for bed. While i was brushing my
teeth, my big brother tom needed to poo. SO he came! in and pooped. He
passed one huge log, about 2 inches wide and 2 feet wide. When he was
done, I looked. There was one huge pile of poop there. So he flushed,
washed his hand and left. We finished in the bathroom, and went and
watched tv. When we went to bed, there was another pile of turds in the
toilet. Either one kids had to poo again or one of my big brothers needed
a poo. We peed and went went to bed.
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Buzzy
TO RYAN S-I don’t poo like that all the time-i only post about the good
dumps i do-I go days sometimes with non-eventful poops-i have cycles
where i poo like a horse for 3 days in a row then do nothing for 2 or 3
days- I eat a lot of fish and brown rice that seems to keepme in good
shape but boy sometimes i wish i could do bigs ones all the time-Some of
these women on here poo much more than I do!I look forward to the big
ones that I do though!Try some metameucil-every once in a while i do with
big,long results!
TO P P G- Cool idea with the mirror,but a bit of a production for me-that
must look cool though!I like your philosophy-I concurr!!
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Gruntly Bogwell
For all the readers interested in monumental constipation poos
Last
weekend I went to a nearby lake of some size with a friend who has a lake
house. We went to help some of friends work on his lake house that was
being converted into a really nice house from just an ordinary one. On
Friday night we all attended a chili cookoff with lots of beer and chili
sampling. Later, that evening we went to the house we were going to work
on for dessert and had a tour of the remodeling given by the guy’s wife,
Ruthie. She was in her late 40’s or early fifties, about 5 feet tall and
pleasingly ????, with medium brown hair (probably dyed) and these
gorgeous light blue eyes. The bathroom was off the master bedroom and
Ruthie, proudly pointed out the “potty room,” which in fact was a closet
looking thing with a toilet and door that closed and locked off the main
bathroom. She laughed and said, “I’ve always wanted a potty room, so I
can have some privacy!”
The next morning, after a breakfast, followed by some hefty chili and
beer and now coffee induced poos, a real colon cleanser experience. Mine
were dark brown and a bit hot after the chili tasting and came from way
up inside, the kind that seem to go on for ever and are quite satisfying
as they rumble past your pulsating nether hole. I felt sorry for my
friend who was second in line to use the toilet. We arrived at the lake
house bright an early to help John’s friend install an exhaust fan. I had
just climbed up on the roof, when the two other guys decided they needed
something at the hardware store. I told them I would wait up on the roof
and catch some early morning views of the lake and they drove off in the
truck to get what they needed for our project. I sat down for a couple of
minutes on the peak of the roof to watch the lake-front community wake
up. All of a sudden the morning stillness was split by a vociferous
fart-like BLAAATTTTT that came from near-by! . I looked around and saw a
galvanized exhaust pipe nearby, sticking out of the roof with a
galvanized rain cover on it. I went over and heard straining and grunting
noises emanating from the pipe
then I noticed the cover was just set on
the pipe and not secured. Another rattling fart echoed up the pipe. So
being the voyeur that I am, I quietly lifted the rain cover and peered
into the pipe. Lo and behold ten feet below me, down the pipe I had a top
view of Ruthie sitting on the toilet in her “private potty room.” Whoa
“this” was where the exhaust fan we were to install that day was supposed
to go and as with all do-it-yourself remodeling projects, many were in
“stages” of completeness. To top things off Ruthie was “completely naked”
and enjoying “her” privacy, except for the only chink in her privacy
armor
the exhaust pipe, required in our state for all closed bathrooms
with no windows.
NGGGGHHHHH went Ruthie and shifted about, she appeared to be in a hurry
to get her morning poo over with as she knew work was slated for “her
potty” room that day and was taking advantage of her husbands trip to the
hardware store to get some much needed relief. She was quite active with
her ????ness shifting forward and backward on the seat and sometimes side
to side raising up on one cheek, then the other. She panted and struggled
with a lodged anal offender, but wasn’t having much luck. Ruthie finally
leaned back against the back of the toilet panting and I had an excellent
frontal view from my perch above. A fetid fart odor was rising up the
pipe, making my bulging eyes water, but not enough to drive me away.
Ruthie. resting against the back of the toilet unintentionally showed me
her ????ness, from her breasts down past her heaving belly to her public
vee and ???? thighs covering the commode seat. Shortly she was back at it
again, grunting and straining with ! more vigor this time with several
oOOOHHHHS, UUUNNNNNHHHHS, and NNNNNHHHHGGGGHHHGsssss. Gasping she got up
from the toilet and left her little potty room. I could see into the
toilet and there were three little, almost black, ball turds floating
the
only thing she could get out after all her efforts. Shortly, Ruthie
returned and reseated her naked self, leaned back and opened a small jar
of Vaseline
she put in her finger and got a dollop, spread her legs and
reached under herself to apply the grease to her obviously tender hole.
She sat the jar on the floor, wiped her finger several times with toilet
paper. Ruthie, then adjusted her ????ness on the commode seat and her
shoulders began to heave as she hunched grunting to relieve herself. I
know she was in agony, because of the moans and I new that somewhere deep
in her belly last nights chili and more than likely her morning coffee
were churning up a poo storm, which was frustrated by her anal plug from
being constipated! . OOOOHHHHHH, OOOOOOWWWWWeeeeehhh came from below and
Ruthie again leaned back panting having failed to produce anything except
another proto-poo fart or two.
I looked away from the pipe as a car went by and when I looked back
Ruthie was gone again, but soon returned seated herself and began to open
a little suppository packet
she peeled away the foil, got a grip on the
little bullet -shaped wad, leaning back and exposing herself again
reached way down between her legs to insert the poo-aid in her rectum.
She returned to her hunched over position sighed and waited. This got
boring so I eased away from the exhaust pipe and sat down beside it
checking out the sunlight playing off the water of the lake. After about
ten minutes I heard a very audible “OH Yes, thank heavens!” echo up the
pipe. I quickly returned to my viewing and saw Ruthie shaking as she bore
down with an UNNNH
.UNNNHHH
.UNHHHHH
AAHHHH
OOOOHHHHH
(pant) (pant)
YESSS
Cooome on you Bastard
UNNNHHH. Several
ploop, ploop, plop, ???? sounds came from below then the familiar crackle
of a large turd working its way out with Ruthie straining all the way.
“Come on, Come on
I don’t need them to catch me in here,” (heave) (heave)
(pant) (pant) GRRRRUUUUNNNTTT
FLOOMP- ????. All this must have splashed
water up on her back sides, because Ruthie stood up and began using
toilet paper on her ???? rear end
giving me a look past this activity
into the toilet to see several large round very dark floaters and down in
the water at the bottom a 2.5 by 10 inch monster. She flushed twice then
sat down quickly and the chili, beer and coffee did the rest with the
help of some less agitated, grunting and unnhing. I imagine she was
having the same type of cleanse I experienced as her poo plops became
frequent and easier, but the odor was nose-hair krinkling…another round
of flushing and pooing and sighing tool place before! she wiped several
times and flushed again.
When Ruthie left her “potty room” I replaced the pipe’s rain cover and
had tipped down the roof away and sat down breathing hard and turgid.
Just then the truck rumbled up and John and Ruthie’s husband jumped out
to unload the stuff they had bought at the hardware store. “How’s the
view!” they shouted up to me. “Couldn’t be better!” I called back,
“Beautiful morning.” A few minutes later after he went into the house I
heard Ruthie’s husband ‘s muffled voice from below…”Geez Ruthie
.it’s a
good thing were installing this exhaust fan today!”
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Twice Shy
This happened on a religious retreat at a nearby resort and conference
center a few years back. I usually don’t share hotel rooms with other
guys, partially because I like to have “freedom of expression” when it
comes to dropping a turd-load. One of my habits is to bellow out various
proto-words and expressions as the bigger logs are clearing the aperture,
as a way of hurrying along the procedure. Well, on this retreat, I
thought I was alone in the hotel room and did my duty in this manner,
with the door to the bathroom open. Then, I came into the main part of
the room to see my roommate there, a man of some esteem among the other
young adults at our parish, and he gave me the strangest look. He said
something to the effect of “yes?”, and I simply let the matter drop. Now,
I make sure the coast is clear before I let loose with these vocal
evacuations. I suppose God hears me, but that’s all right. He’s seen some
other graphic things as well out of me.
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Karen
thankyou for all your help- my friend Cindy give a some laxitive called
stool loosener. Now Im back to my everymorning poop.!
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Undin the Greek
Sorry for not posting so often but I cant use my jobs internet to visit
your site. In the huge building factory I work there is a pair of
toilets (Male & female) upstairs and another one downstairs both in the
same position. So the drain pipes from Ladies upstairs meet with ladies
downstairs and then they meet with gents. Well 10 days ago on Thursday it
was my lucky day. The ladies pipes were out of order and both ladies
toilets could not be used. So the janitors decided to convert for e day
the upstairs gents toilet to ladies. Of course lots of men made the
mistake to use this toilet as most of them have been using it for years.
So I made this mistake a couple of times. How lucky I was I noticed a
blonde and slim lady about 6ft tall with a small bum that got in this
toilet. I walked normally half way down the stairs and pretending to talk
in my mobile phone. After 5 minutes this lady came out and going
downstairs giving a brief smile to me saying hi (She usualy ne! ver
smiles). Her face was really red. So I go in and among the four stalls I
noticed one that the toilet was nearly flooded and a small pice of shit
floating. In the whole I could only see plenty of paper and the water
level slowly decreasing. When it got back to normal I pulled the paper
with a toilet brush and OOOOHHHHH!!!! I saw a really thick jobbie
probably 4 inches while it was about 8 inches long. Although I removed
the paper I flushed but again the water level was increased. To be honest
the thickness was maybe half of the size of her small bum!!!! Meanwhile
another man made the mistake to come in and used the urine stalls and
then a lady came in and she said OOOHHH!! Sorry youre not supposed to
use this toilet for today The guy replied Why?? and the lady said
Because this is a ladies toilet for today just check the signpost
outside. I had a good laugh waiting the lady to use a stall and she just
peed like a horse and dropped some small logs; When she was wip! ing her
bum I got out normally without any problem.
Greetings to all the constipated girls particularly Carol, Kim, Anne,
Carmalita & Nicola
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Ring Stretcher
Who makes more noise in the bathroom, men or women? Since women have
larger turds to pass and are constipated more often I would say women. Of
course men don’t have as many muscles for pushing the big ones out and
can grunt loudly, too.
Has anyone noticed that the rectums of men and women look different?
Women’s look larger.
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Anne The Bus Driver
Hi all of you, especially Adrian. With the Foot and Mouth outbreak in the
UK my employers have had to curtail many of the coach trips we normally
run owing to restrictions travelling parts of the countryside. I have
been driving an ordinary stage carriage bus or works and school buses and
trips within the urban area only. As this is also a slack time I am using
up some leave and days earned by extra work so have had the last two
weeks off work as a break.
About a week ago I was on my period and as happens constipated. Doesnt
worry me as you know, it all comes out on the end. I had gone shopping
and as I came back to my car I felt that it was time to do a motion. I
could proabably have held it in till I got home but decided as there were
some roadworks I had better do it in the Ladies Public toilet at the car
park. Now this was a grim dingy toilet, “Public Toilet Hater” would have
hated it, but I have to say that Tony (Scotland) and some others here
would have been happy. It was shabby but clean. There was nobody else in
there as I had a look in the 5 cubicles. Now one had a fat jobbie
floating in the pan, a thick knobbly log of about 8 inches long passed by
some previous user so I thought it would be fun to have an indirect buddy
dump on top of it. The bolt on the door was broken, all the cubicles were
like this, so I put my shopping bag against the door, the floor being dry
and clean, to keep it shut, hitched up my navy bl! ue skirt and pulled my
cream coloured Marks and Spencer deep sided briefs down to my knees,
taking the opportunity to change my sanitary towel at the same time. I
sat on the pan, the seat being clean and did a long powerful wee wee, the
couple of coffees having filled my bladder. I then let out a loud
resonant fart like one of the deeper notes from a pipe organ. I felt a
fat hard lump push down and I just sat there to let my ring stretch.I
always do so as I dont want an anal fissure or piles. Feeling that it had
dilated sufficiently I gave a push and felt the first big ball come out.
KUPLOONK! I looked down between my legs and was amused to see that both
my own “goose egg” and the other woman’s jobbie that had been there
before I sat on the pan were bobbing up and down. Another lump came down
KAPLONK! and another smaller one SPLOONK! I sat for a bit, did another
small wee wee and thought “That must be all I’ll pass for the present” I
took a moist wipe from my bag and wiped my! bum and got up off the pan
and was pulling up my knickers when I felt another load move into my
rectum. I sat back down and felt my ring open again and a very fat jobbie
slowly come out. It was going to be a long one I just knew and I gently
went NN! UH! to help it on its way. To my delight it all came away in one
big turd, a single 12 incher, to use Tony’s expression a “classic woman’s
jobbie” mid brown in colour, compacted at the start, smoother at the end
and tapered at the end. As this was an old style toilet pan with a long
drop the jobbie made a lovely KUR-SPOOL-LOOMP! as it dropped into the
pan. Relieved and now happy I had no more to pass I wiped my bum again
pulled up my knickers and smoothed down my skirt. In the pan as well as
the three eggs and the original jobbie from a previous user, there was my
big fat brown panbuster. I pulled the flush and them smaller lumps went
away leaving the two big logs jammed in the bottom of the pan. While I
was washing my hands a co! uple of teenagers came in and went into
adjoining cubicles including the one I had just used . “Here Cathy come
and see these two big turds” said the girl who was in “my” cubicle and
her friend came out and went in to have a look. “Bloody hell! ” she
exclaimed, “Here do you think that woman did them?” I walked away out of
the ladies laughing.
Sara T, I have had to use an alternative container on a few occasions
when the proper toilet has been out of commission for some reason. When I
was living at home as a teenager we were having a new bathroom installed
and of course there was a few hours when the old WC pan was removed,
indeed it had to be broken out while my father and uncle installed the
new one, bath, shower, washbasin etc. At one stage therefore the toilet
was a gutted room with gaping pipes and of course the water had been
turned off. Now it was a pouring wet day so my mum and a boy cousin were
in the house. Mum had got a large pale blue plastic bucket for us to use
if we needed the toilet while the proper facilities were out of order.
She had envisaged us taking the bucket into our bedroom and peeing into
it them pouring the urine, which we knew is bacteriologically safe when
freshly passed by a healthy person down the drain outside the back door
and rising the bucket with water. Now guess who needed ! a motion? That’s
right, ME! I tried to hold it in and asked Dad when the toilet would be
usable. He laughed, “Oh a good few hours yet. Just do a pee in the bucket
like Mum said” I replied “I need a number two!” This caused a gale of
laughter as Dad was well aware what his ???? daughter could produce.
“You’d better go down the road to the Ladies Toilet in the park then
young lady” Now had it been a dry day I would have done so but it was a
downpour and I would have been soaked after a few yards. Mum heard this
and rebuked him “Anne cant go out in that, she’ll get soaked and she’s
only just got over a bad chest cold. You dont want her off school again”
She then told me to do it in the bucket and then get rid of it when the
toilet was back in working order. This amused my cousin as I took the
bucket into my bedroom. I gathered my grey skirt round my waist, pulled
down my white cotton interlock school knickers (briefs) and did a wee wee
which made a rattling sort of sound agains! t the plastic then I felt the
jobbie come out and fall into the bucket with a loud thud. I wiped my bum
, pulled my knicks up and had a look. I big long fat lumpy jobbie lay in
the bottom of the bucket in a small puddle of pee. It was a good firm one
but steamed in the cold air and not being covered by water as normal the
strong fecal smell of a healthy solid motion wafted up and soon filled my
bedroom. When I opened the door I was not surprised to find my cousin
outside and he had a look in the bucket, (I didnt mind, if he had asked I
would have let him come in and watch while I did it). He gasped at its
size although he had seen my jobbies in the past when they had stuck in
the pan, but hadnt seen one that close up and out of the pan. “POO! Anne
what a stink!” he exclaimed. I replied, “I suppose your turds dont smell
then?” Mum wasnt too happy about having this smelly poo hanging about
until the toilet was fixed and my Dad, who also had a look at my
“product” remarked that ! it might get stuck anyway. My uncle came up
with the solution of lifting the cover of the interceptor trap in the
back garden and emptying the turd into this, as that was where the sewage
went from the toilet and drains anyway and when the toilet was flushed
for the first time it would be bourne away on the torrent of water. I did
this, lifting the metal cover and emptying the big jobbie into the trap.
I also used this method from time to time if I knew I was going to do a
really big jobbie or a large solid load of lumps after being constipated
to avoid clogging the family toilet as the new toilet pan my Dad had
installed was the type with a small exit hole and I often blocked it, to
the amusement of other family members. This didnt embarass me , but out
of consideration for them if I could do my motions in the Girls Toilet at
school or when I was older at work I used to do so, although I did still
did panbusters at home from time to time when it was impractical to go
elsewher! e.
Karen, getting your husband, boyfriend or for that matter girlfriend if
that’s your scene to help as suggested by JCurt is a good idea. Even just
massaging and rubbing your ???? as you sit on the pan is often helpful. I
wouldnt use the fleet enemas, these while very effective and better than
any oral laxative can be a bit drastic. JY jelly inserted into the rectum
will help you pass a big hard jobbie as will vaseline (petroleum jelly)
and as others have said Liquid Parafin (mineral oil) is a gentle way to
relieve constipation without causing diarrhea as most laxatives such as
Senna will cause. You could even try a glass of Virgin Olive Oil as Carol
suggested. If your motions are usually very hard and lumpy and difficult
to pass then metmucil will make them easier but still cohesive and formed
and eating more food with fibre and drinking more fluid is a help. Also
do you take enough exercise? Walking is a great help as is riding a
bicycle as I do myself, and I find that if! I am bunged up and ride my
bike even just down to the local park and round a few times I often find
I then need a nice big solid poo. The cycling action seems to get the
bowels to move and perhaps it makes the fecal mass in the rectum move
about and makes it easier to pass. You could use and exercise bike if you
dont want to actually ride the road. Let us know if you do have a good
poo, Karen. BTW what happened to the woman with the constipated teenaged
daughter, did she find an acceptable way to sort her girl’s problem?
Carol, I love your toilet tales, keep it up!
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It’s natural
A few years ago I was doing some laundry in the basement of my
sister-in-law’s house and, while I was waiting for the washing machine to
fill, I idly glanced at her pile of soiled laundry. My eye’s couldn’t
help noticing a pair of panties, with a thoroughly yellow-stained crotch.
Curious, and aroused, I picked them up and could see they had been
thoroughly peed in, nearly to the waistband. Curious, and hard, I looked
through the rest of her laundry, with the treat, hidden under the pile,
being a pair of knickers, severely brown-stained bearing the tale of
having been messed. The sight made me feel like ejaculating on the spot.
I put the soiled panties back, and later, casually mentioned that I had
nearly been caught short while downstairs, and that it was a long way up
to the bathroom. She blithely replied that we worry too much about such
things. Since she lived alone, she often, if she didn’t feel like getting
to the toilet in time, would pee and even poop in her pants, sinc! e
nobody would be the wiser. “It’s all natural,” she said.
BTW loved Carol Housewife’s story of her pooping accident. Great detail,
beginning with the wee wee, and right through to the big poop easing into
her knickers. Thanks for sharing the whole story, Carol.
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Tony
Carol, thanks for the story. Sorry you did a big job in your panties, but
you dealt with the matter very placidly. A similar accident happened to
my mum when I was a kid and she also didnt make a big issue out of it.
Shit happens!
Like you I find if I eat a lot of sandwiches, which I have to do
sometimes if I am working somewhere on site with no canteen and far away
from take aways etc, my jobbie the next day is a very light brown and a
big smooth easy one like you did. Shortly after I took up with my wife
Theresa, (then my girlfriend), I did one like that, a big toffee brown
jobbie in her toilet as I had been working on site that weekend and had
been eating turkey sandwiches. She saw it as it stuck in the pan and I
was bemused when she looked at the whites of my eyes. I asked what she
was doing and she said she was looking for yellow and had my urine been
dark as she had seen my motion in the toilet pan it was very pale
coloured. I laughed as she thought I had jaundice and next day when I did
another big jobbie this time the normal darker brown she was satisfied
that I wasnt ill.
Adrian, for some time I have copied my friend George (Moira’s husband)
and used a cubicle to pee and sat down. I got caught once by an ambush
motion, not a loose one but soft formed but which came out in my briefs
when I was standing to pee. That was enough to convince me of George’s
peeing method and it is far more comfortable and seems to empty the
bladder properly and also prevents splashing the trousers with pee. In
George’s business office and workshop there are toilets for both genders
although he only employs 4 men and one woman. These toilets are
identical, 3 cubicles with WCs in each, no urinals and one cubicle being
wheelchair and disabled accessible.
I like the blonde girl in the Gallery. I think she has just done a nice
big solid jobbie by the happy and satisfied look on her face. I have
often see such a look on Theresa’s face when she has had a good motion.
As she has clothing over the top of her body, where are her knickers and
skirt or trousers. She looks too happy to have wet or soiled them. I
havent known women take of their skirt or panties to do the toilet unless
of course they happen to be going to bed or having a bath or shower. Do
any women out there take off their lower garments before doing the toilet?
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Saturday, March 17, 2001
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newcomer
Sara T – did you pee when you went in the plastic bag? That would have
made it messy to tie up etc. Where have you been peeing with no toilet
there?
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Ralph
The best shit I ever had was at natural bridge caverns in San Antonio
Texas. I went on this sily ass tour when I had to take an explosive shit.
I asked the tour guide if there were any bathrooms down in the cave and I
was givin a propmt no. I couldn’t wait for the tour to end so I stayed
behind a little and as the group drifted futher away I dropped my pants
and let loose. Three days of beer & bologna sanwiches made for one of the
nastiest shits ever. I left a pile right in the middle of the path
complete with a dairy queen curly Q on top. I used my flannel shirt to
wipe my ass & chunked it to the wayside when I was done. As I was moving
along to catch my group a another group was coming along, I just made the
clearing when I heard the tourists gasping in horror. I heard one lady
say some persone releived themselves right here on the path and the tour
guide try to be defensive and blame it on an animal. The lady replied no
racoon or bat shits a pile that big…..
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kim and scott
greetings all! this is kim and scott again with another post! recently my
parents went out with friends for awhile and would not be home until late
so I decided to call my boyfriend scott over my house. we made plans for
what we wanted to do and hung up the phone. at the time I was wearing my
yellow turtle neck sweater and tight blue jeans with brown cowboy boots
on my feet. but in a flash I went to my room and came quickly out wearing
my pink tights. i was barefoot and as curvy as a capital S. I then waited
downstairs to wait for scott. scott arrived soon in his blue sweats we
lifted weights for awhile in my basement. then i made scott a huge
lasagna dinner. as soon as we finished I felt an enormous motion coming
on. and i knew this log would be huge since i havent had one in two days.
scott and i then walked upstairs to the bathroom. as soon as we entered i
stripped nude and sat on the bowl.(I like to shit nude) scott got nude
too even though he did not have to use the toi let!haha!. I then put both
hands on the back of my legs and raised both legs up bending my knees up
to my chin. I liked to squeeze out logs this way .It gave me more
leverage.scott then thought of an idea. he went downstairs and came back
up with old newspapers. he put the papers on the floor in front of the
toilet bowl. scott then told me to bang out one of my huge logs on the
newspapered floor while he uses the camcorder to tape it. and when my log
lands on the papered floor scott would measure it. i agreed to do this as
scott went to get the camcorder from my room. when scott came back he
pointed the camcorder right at me. “ready when you are honey!he said with
a smile. “Ok scotty. you can begin filming!” i replied as my upturned ass
quivered excitedly as i let out a booming fart as i began to push out a
brown log. I then moaned “ooohh!” as my ring expanded and my log grew
bigger & bigger! I then squeezed real hard going “NNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!”
as i saw scotts face break into a huge smile as he saw my log grow into a
humongous beast! my pink butt-cheeks where quivering like mad trying to
get this baby out! my log was also coming out nice and slow so scott got
a good look at it! I tell you my huge log must have been coming out at
scotts camcorder like a 3-d movie!haha! I then started to giggle.
delighted ,my log was coming out soooo enormous. scott laughed along with
me as he kept on filming my huge growing sausage! i then moaned “OOOOHH!”
as i pushed with all my might, and i have a lot of might thru
weightlifting,as my powerhouse log zoomed out in full force. while still
sticking to my ass. i think even scott was shocked on how big my log was
and how wide my ring was expanding to get it out! I then let my now
gargantuan log just dangle in front of scott. teasing the living hell out
of him! “see anything you like?” i said flirtatiously. I knew that scott
obviously loved the enormous log i was squeezing out because his eyes
where popping out of his head and he had a huge erection. “you bet i do
kim.” he said excitedly. i tell you my log was so big,thick and heavy i
think scott needed a wider lense to film it all!haha! then without
warning my whole body shook from the enormity of my log as my ring
stretched real wide and my log grew bigger without me even pushing! aye
chihuaha!” scott exclaimed. enjoying the show i was putting on for him. i
giggled at what scott said as i braced myself for the nuclear explosion
coming on in my ass. “WHAMMO!” i cried aloud as the rest of my mammoth
beast shot out of my ass like a cannonball blast. my log hit the
newspapered floor with a loud “plop” “wow! what a whopper kimmy!” scott
said excitedly. “OHHH wow! yess!” i replied as we both looked at my
elephant log on the newspaper. scott then got the measuring tape and
measured my log at 24 inches long. 3.5 inches thick. what a whopper! I
tell you folks within the past year my logs have been increasing in
size,length and width. i gues s its due to my metabolism diet and
exercise. my record log is still 25 inches long. 3 inches thick.but this
record may be in jeopardy the way i squeeze em out!haha! scott then
chopped up my logs on the paper. then picked up the paper and dropped the
chopped logs in the bowl . as he was doing this i wiped myself and then
flushed. scott and i then enjoyed a shower together. after this we
watched the camcorder tape of my banging out my huge log. we loved it! it
was like a total 3-d movie baby! with my huge log filling the whole
viewing screen as it came towards you! it was awesome to say the least
folks!hoped you liked the story. special hellos to louise and
steve,pv,john (VT)lawn dogs kid and kendal,carmalita and
renee,buzzy,logger,tony,nicola,anne the busdriver, adrian,rjogger.pooper
dooper,summer,mia ephermal and rizzo-who calls me the queen of turd and i
love it. plus to MIa-i have looked at my logs come out in a mirror but
not recently. plus my ass and anus do get sore from pushing my monster
logs out sometimes but the pain only lasts for seconds. thanks for caring
and liking our posts mia and the other people here who do so! bye now.
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