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Nik
Someone asked about males sitting down to pee so I figured this would be
a good time to bring this up. My boyfriend almost always sits down to
pee. He says it’s easier because you don’t have to aim or worry about it
squirting out at a weird angle. He says this also eliminates the problem
of dripping on the floor and the age old struggle between men and women
over the seat being left up.
Victor, or just Vic as he’s called (Nik& Vic, cute huh?), always uses
toilet paper after he’s done. He says if he doesn’t he always gets a few
drops in his pants afterwards. None of this surprises me because he’s
extremely feminine. The roles are completly reversed in our relationship.
He’s real modest. He says he only rarely goes to pee in a public restroom
and hasn’t had a bowel movement in public since he was in elementry
school. Weird, huh.
He looks and dresses the part. He’s skinny, lighter than me even at 102
lbs. and 5’6″ tall; blond-brown hair; turqiose eyes; pale skin; very
little body hair and what little he has he shaves. Anyway, he was only
modest around me for a short time. I remember once he was at my house and
he excused himself to the bathroom. He closed the door and I got up near
it so I could listen.
I could hear the rustle clothing and he peed for a little. Then it was
quiet for a little and then I could here the crackel of poop coming out
which was just what I wanted to hear. There was a splash and he sighed.
Then another one came out. He peed a little more and then I could here
him tearing off toilet paper and wiping. When he flushed the toilet I sat
on a couch next to the door and waited for him to come out.
When he came out I said teasingly, “did you need to go poop?” He blushed
a little and said “it’s ok. There’s nothing to be embarassed about.
Everybody does it, even me.” A few days later he was at my house again
and I needed to crap and I said, “come with me so we can continue our
conversation.” He followed me in and I pulled my pants down to my ankles
and sat down on the toilet. He had a bit of smirk on his face as he sat
on the bathroom counter. We talked about the current state of the music
industry while I pushed out few turds. There were 4 6″ turds after I was
done.
I told him he looked interested while I was pooping and he said “yeah,
it’s always kind of interested me.” I said “that sounds familiar. I feel
the same way.” We then talked about our interest in this subject. He
hasn’t been embarassed to pee or poop in front of me ever since.

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tony
I cant get the pee to start at a public urinal no matter how bad i have
to go so I leave real embarrassed(you feel wierd standing there with it
hanging out)soon as im outside im busting again.I finally lock myself in
a stall and leak slowly so they wont here me. Guys next to me must think
im a pervert.

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TheLazyTexan
Donny,

You sound like the cool custodian that every school should have. I just
graduated from high school I wish someone like you would have been there
b/c someone would always piss on the seats in the guys restrooms. Oddly
enough this wasn’t the case in the field house or locker room restrooms,
the players would make sure they stayed clean so thats where I always
went to take a dump. I remember going into the girls’ bathrooms after
school before the custodians had cleaned them so I got to see what they
had done in the toilet. If I saw a bowl of yellow pee I’d sit down and do
#3 then leave, I was always afraid of getting caught (another reason I
wish we had a custodian like you, you could relate to that feeling!) One
time before school had started I filched a toilet seat from one of the
girls’ bathrooms, I still have it. When I get my own place one of the
first things I’ll do is install an elongated toilet and I’ll put that
seat on it. It’s an Olsonite brand, thats what all of our schools use.
You’re interest in pee and poop is about the same level as my own.
Recently, I read through all of the old posts unti I reached the very
first one, copying and pasting posts that I enjoyed and I got lots of
yours. Which part of the United States do you live in if you don’t mind
me asking. I live in the Northwest part of Houston, Texas.

-Brian

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Rizzo
Hello to all of you!

JCURT, I have come across a toilet of Japanese manufacture you described.
It was in an hotel in a ski resort in the Alps in the beginning of the
nineties. At the back of the seat is a small tank containing water which
is replenished automatically and preheated to body temperature. Hidden
beneath the rim of the bowl at the back is a tube with a shower head.
When seated on the toilet all you have to do is reach back with your left
hand to the back of the seat and press a large button on the side there.
A little motor starts whirring and swivels the shower head underneath
your bottom. Then warm water is squirted at your nether parts and washes
you quite thoroughly. Of course I could not see very well what was going
on down below when I tried it, so I got up and looked into the bowl and
pressed the button again. That is how I found out. I got my face washed
because the water jets up almost to the ceiling if unimpeded by a bum.

KENDAL dear niece, by the time you will be back from Cumbria I will
probably be away from computers again. So do not worry if you do not read
from me until well into the second week of September.
Now I’m happy to have made you grin or hopefully even laugh out loud with
my fart story!
I suppose that you and Andrew will be able to be discreet about toilet
activities when Kate is around in order not to shock her in any way. And
do get Andrew to help to change nappies on Thomas! It is not that
disagreeable. It might be prudent to get Kate to help too, to “soften her
up” when it comes to toilety things 🙂 She might want to help or even
teach Andrew, he he! I trust you will be able to handle the situation
very well. I am also looking forward to your accounts about your granny’s
high toilet with the long drop. Does she still have a furry seat cover?
Heaps of love from your Uncle Rizzo!

GRUNTLY BOGWELL, thanks a lot for the page number! Your story in question
is actually on page toiletpostxm. Great account of you watching your
pretty aunt on the toilet! I find that it is one of your best!

Hi STEVE, Louise prompting (commanding?) you to help Jackie with her wee
must be a wonderful way to be teased. I also enjoyed your story of
stumbling upon the weeing school girl in an alley. You are a lucky
fellow! Cheers!

LOUISE dear, sorry to read about your sprained ankle. Weeing in the sink
scissors fashion should let you keep your weight off the damaged foot.
How about that? The method should be useful for at least something other
than to avoid the collapse of a rickety sink or to tease Steve. Do not be
too disppointed if it takes longer than a month for your ankle to mend.
Take care, love from Rizzo.

Here’s a story about a beach wee.
My little sister and I were often taken by our mother to a tiny cove with
a little beach enclosed by rocks on three sides. There we collected sea
shells and played among the pools of sea water left by the receding tide.
Behind a larger boulder was a flat inclined rocky surface with a wide
cleft down the middle which collected water in three narrow pools, one
slightly above the other. We used to pour water from a little tin bucket
(no plastics in those days) into the topmost pool to make it overflow and
cascade into the next one beneath it. This in turn upon filling released
its waters to cascade into the next one below and so on until the last
overflow poured into the sand below the slab of rock.
It happened one day that we went somewhat later in the morning because of
low tide being later. By this time there were a few people already
sunbathing on the sand, and therefore we did not have the place for us
alone. As we ran around barefoot but still dressed, playing catch, we
splashed through the wavelets at the water’s edge. The water was quite
cold which had an effect on my little sister. She stopped in her tracks,
put her hands between her thighs and hissed in a loud whisper: “Quick, I
need to go for a wee. I’ve already squirted into my knickers!” She had
obviously forgotten to go at home before we left and now the cold water
had triggered a big urge. I looked round at the sunbathers, some of whom
were seated right next to a rock we normally used for peeing behind when
there was nobody else there, which had usually been the case. No privacy
there now. So I had an idea: “Can you still climb over that boulder over
there to reach the three pools?” She said she would t! ry, seeing that
our usual pee place was too exposed. Biting her lower lip and holding her
dress between her thighs she hobbled to the boulder and started to climb
after me. It was only a few feet, but she had to stop and bend over
scissoring her legs at least twice before we reached our goal. Looking at
me she had not realized what I had in mind. “Look, you squat down here
and pee into the top pool like so, and then let’s see if you can make
enough for water-falls all the way down to the sand!” She flipped up her
skirt, pulled down her white cotton knickers and squatted in one fluid
motion, immediately releasing her pee. She had to shuffle to correct her
position and then draw her knees right up to her chest to make her stream
reach the rock pool in front of her feet. Her wee fell in a little arc of
twisted ribbon of water only barely making the distance. She never did
have any range weeing. When going outside she usually ended up with a
puddle around her feet and getting her ! shoes wet. What her stream
lacked in force was compensated by duration: she weed and weed and weed.
The first rock pool overflowed, the second one below followed soon after
and then the third pool overflowed with a little trickle into the sand.
“You made it! Four little water-falls in all!” Quite a feat, because it
took at least two toy buckets full of seawater to do the same! That her
skirt had a damp spot in front did not matter, no one noticed because we
had other wet splashes from the sea water on our clothes.

Bye bye, and pleasant toilet sittings to all from Rizzo

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Plunging Plop Guy
Hi, Everyone,

I’m still constipated, but not too sore and not trying too much, and
actually a bit better than I was, so Touch wood, Perhaps I’ll miss out on
piles and should soon be back to normal. I usually get this constipation
for about a week. Even though I’m quite tender, today’s shit was quite
enjoyable, average sized turds, and I felt every bit as they came out,
must be they were quite dry.

LINDA, Interested in reading about your disabled toilet, and that you’ve
been able to buy one, as I thought they weren’t specifically marketed.
Look forward to hearing about its plopping potential, and hope Carl is
able to sit on one with you!
Did you get a catalogue before ordering it, and can you give details
about the supplier, cost etc.?
Thanks for what info you can give.

DAVE NY, Hang in there, be patient and keep posting!
It can be disheartening sometimes when we feel ignored, but there’s a lot
of people who read our posts who don’t regularly post, for various
reasons, but appreciate what we say, I’m sure.
Just say what you want, and share it, and you could well strike a chord
with someone! I’ve responded, anyway! Good luck.

DONNY, You certainly exceeded the recommended dose! I suppose 3 times the
Metamurcil dose would bring about a good clearout!
I too have occasional bouts of constipation, Do you know what causes
yours?

KEVIN from CALGARY, I always like to respond to guys who report getting a
big splash on their arse when dropping a big turd on the toilet, so I
hope you enjoyed it as much as I always do!
In your experience, does that happen often with Canadian toilets?

MARK B. Welcome back! I’ve enjoyed your posts in the past and agree with
you about the privacy of British toilets.
I’ve occasionally found toilet dors that start high off the floor, but
very rarely found any cubicle partitions that have more than 9″ gap
under. I still look out for them when I go anywhere new, but appreciate
the opportunity to HEAR men using toilets when possible, which is not as
easy as it could be with small water traps in many bogs.

That’s got to be my lot for today, Happy Times, Everyone! P P G

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Mia
Dave – NY: Please don’t give up! We need all the posters at this site. I
will reply to your next post – I promise. I’ve forgotten what your other
posts were about. LOL, Mia

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. I last week needed to go to the toilet this was very different because
this time there was no toilet anywhere near me. I soon became very
desperate I was looking for ong but could not find one.i was riding my
bike that day so I decieded to go into the bush to go which was only 5 km
away so i was going there. I was wear a 2 peice
bikini,singlet,longsleaved shirt,jacket,and undies,boxer
shorts,stockings,shorts g string ang a full size dress. With all that on
how will i ever make it in time. now i have made it into the bush,but i
can’t stand still form a second and i must take my clothes off. when i
got down to my stokings i was very desperate so i took the rest of my
clothes off and had a piss

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Donny
Ben, I considered the possibility of the girl’s turd having been squished
in her underpants, but upon careful examination decided that it had been
passed directly into the bowl. I have seen squished turds before, in fact
in that same restroom I had once found a squished turd on the floor and
another time a turd was squished on the toilet seat (The girl had sat on
it). The turd in the toilet was semi-knobby with layers of poop compacted
together, and looked like it was passed straight from the asshole. We
keep extra clothing at the school for when the kids have accidents.

Another time I was cleaning in there, a mom and her two girls came in and
asked if they could go to the bathroom. I said sure and continued
cleaning the other toilets. The two girls were trying hard to poop and
did big clunkers as they giggled. The mom took a big whiz. They
apologized for taking so long but I said ‘no problem.’

In the boys room a teenaged girl came in with her little brother (around
4 y.o.) after school and showed him how to use the urinal. (Maybe it was
the first time he ever used one!) She held his pecker and aimed his whiz.
The both seemed to enjoy it.

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CC
Well I’ve just got back from the doctor’s surgury and he said everything
is fine. He explained that when you try and push something large through
a hole that is usually quite small, sometimes the lining in the colon can
split and there may be a small amount of bleeding. He said it should
clear up in a week or so. He asked if there was any pain and I said no,
everything was quite normal. He then asked what normal was i.e. soft,
hard, in between. Surprisingly I wasn’t that emabarrassed, I understand
that he is a doctor and that’s his job.

I just relieved that there is nothing serious wrong 🙂

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Bryian
I rented some movies today, and 2 of them had bathroom sceenes in them.
The first one was called Sugar and Spice it’s about these cheerleaders
for this high school and they end up robbing a bank. There are like
several bathroom sceens there are 2 bathroom sceens when all the
cheerleading squad is in the bathroom on the toilet and they were passing
a box of O.B. I guess they were having their period. I would asume they
were peeing as well(i didn’t hear any thing). Then there was another
sceene where the guys from the foot ball team were all in the bathroom at
the urinals peeing. The main star annouces he got his girl friend
pregnant and starts talking stuff. Then they showed another sceene the
girls in the bathroom passing the box of O.B. and the guys girl friend
said she didn’t need one because she was pregnant. By the way, the
cheerleaders robbed the bank because of the one girl being pregnant and
she needed the extra money.
I also saw a movied called Saving silverman, That is about these 3 guys
who have been friends since 5th grade, and they are all grown up now and
they don’t have girl friends. Then the one guy(Jason Biggs) gets a girl
friend and his girl friend doesn’t like his other friends so she tells
biggs he can’t have them as friends then Biggs’s friends kidnaps his girl
friend and he gets another girl friend who was an old friend from
highschool…Any way on to the bathroom sceene…Biggs friends have their
own house and they have biggs 1st girl friend tied down in the
basement…..Then someone rings their doorbell and it is the their old
coach from high schoool and he asked if he could move in, they didn’t
want him because of the girl in the basement. Then he says, “Wheres your
bathroom, I really need to take a dump” “The guys say we don’t use our
toilet to save on our water bill” The truth was they didn’t want the
coach to find out they kidnapped Biggs’s girl friend. Then The coac h
says, “Then where do you go if you don’t use the toilet” they said the
lawn, so he goes out side and a few minutes later you see the coach
droping his pants by a mail box and by some trees/weeds. Then he yells to
the guys, “Do you have any TP?” They said…no. Then the coach said,
“Alright i’ll find something to wipe with”. You see the coach opening a
mail box and going through some mail and he was gonna wipe with the mail.
I thought this sceene was funny! Any one see any of these movies???

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Buzzy
Interesting pic of the oriental girl on the bowl-she definitely looks
like she is doing a long poop with that look on her face-i like this
pic-she looks sexy in a way to me
TO PAMELA-Cool story with you in the woods meeting your male friend while
pooing-hey,don’t worry about what he may think-different strokes-that’s
all I can say,but it that guy were me,Boy I would have enjoyed that
moment,i’ll tell you and if he was looking at your creation,he may have
enjoyed it.the only way to know for sure is to do it again,or at least
when you see him,talk about it and see his reaction-anyway-i would have
loved it!Keep us posted on this!
TO DAVE(NY)-Listen,there’s a lot of times I feel the same way,but every
now and then,you connect with a few folks on here.It comes in
waves-sometimes I got nothing from anyone for weeks and then tell a story
that connects and people respond to you-yes I feel there sre
certain”cliques” on here with a few people,but all the rest of us are
just here enjoying this site-when I tell my stories sometimes i feel like
I’m buddy pooing with a few of the folks on here and this forum has given
me a lot of inspiration knowing i’m not the only one in the world that
enjoys seeing and hearing people poop,so hang out and enjoy,but again,you
are not the only one who sometimes feel that way!
TO PV- nice poop-sometimes the 2nd dump,of the day is bigger and
longer-that happens to me alot-i’ll bet it felt great!
TO DONNY-Be careful ,with that metameucil-Boy if I took that much i would
poo 2 foot turds for a week!let us know how things “come out”Make sure
you drink PLENTY of water or you will have a real problem!
All quiet on the poo front with me today-just did a average soft dump as
soon as I got up-went right from the bed to the bowl and let out a lot of
gas first( must have been 7 or 8 farts that started long and got shorter
and shorter and then exploded in the bowl with pudding-not that much
though and no part 2 or 3-I was done and that was it-just a lot of
farting,which felt great to let out cause I woke up with a lot of gas
cramps-hopefuuly more to report on the next few days-Boy I’ll tell you
since the summer has started,i look forward just about EVERY morning to
taking a good dump and i’m biking more than ever and eating lots of
v?????s and fruit,fish and rice and occasionaly,some Tex-mex cause it
really makes me go along with soy bergers and salads-I really enjoy
letting all this food do it’s thing from my mouth to my anus-it certainly
is somrthing to look foreward to every morning esp now thatI have a lady
poo partner along with pooing at the beach and pooing solo in the!
woods-fun stuff!BYE

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Gruntly Bogwell
Many of you may remember the story of how I was kicked out of that summer
camp when I was 14 years old for spying on the two blond twins, who were
camp counselors while they were having an early morning poop together. My
parents had to come get me and take me home…well this interrupted their
vacation plans, as they were going to go away for two weeks while I was
at camp. Since they had already made reservations, they had to get
someone to stay with me while they were gone, which meant they were
desperate and hacked off since they had to bring me home early. They
finally found a college sophomore who was home for the summer and needed
the money, her name was Vicky and she came to live with me. She was a
little ????, about 5 feet 4 inches tall, with a cute face, nice blue eyes
and brown hair with bangs that was cut short halfway down her neck, that
framed her face and came to two points on each side of her face. She
didn’t pay me much attention…I was grounded anyway so she! was kind of
like my jailer. I spent time in my room reading comics, while she watched
TV. The next morning she fixed me breakfast and I went back to my room,
while Vicky tidied up the kitchen, she was wearing one of those pink
quilted robes and pink fuzzy slippers. Soon, I heard her scuffing down
the hall and turn into the bathroom…the one with the door jamb I had
rigged a year earlier and then peep on my aunt, the army nurse. I
couldn’t resist the “opportunity” this presented and crept out of my
bedroom and put my eye to the door jamb slit. There was Vicky seated on
the toilet with her robe wide open, wearing short pink baby doll pajamas,
the bottoms about her ankles, the top frilly hem across her thighs and
her legs crossed, left leg over the right. She had her arms folded on top
of her knee, she was smoking a cigarette and having a long pee. She
finally stopped tossed her head, and took a drag on her cigarette and
sighed. After another puff she raised up on her lef t haunch and put the
cigarette under her and flicked its ashes into the toilet. She settled
back down and her face stared straight ahead, while she concentrated on
making a poo happen. She held that look as her face got red and I heard a
plop followed by a faint krickle-crackle…she exhaled with an efffgh. Took
a deeper breath, her face flushed more. The krickle-crackle got louder as
she raised up on her left haunch and flicked off another cigarette ash
under her bottom. I couldn’t see it but she must have had the poo log
hanging partway out when she did this, because the krickle-crackle got
faint again after she settled back down, then a few seconds later fell
with a muffled floomp. She took a big drag on her cigarette after that
and exhaled in a long rush. Just then, I farted loudly outside the door,
not having had my morning dump yet and the breakfast orange juice was
stirring things up in my guts. Vicky’s eyes darted toward the door, I
froze, trying to slow my breath ing. She leaned back and forth, trying to
see what made that noise just beyond the bathroom door, I started to
tiptoe away, but the floor creaked slightly beneath me feet so I stopped.
I put my eye back to the door jamb split to see Vicky uncross her legs
and toss the cigarette butt between her legs and pull her pink robe
around her so she was mostly covered up, her face contorted a bit as some
more poo must have emerged from her bottom, because there was a very soft
ploop, ploop, ploop…she kept staring at the door, then finally said,
“Gruntly, are you hiding out side the bathroom door?” then “You’d better
not be young man, or else.” My heart jumped at this pronouncement, but to
run would have been admitting as much. She quickly reached for the toilet
paper, and twisted around pulling up her robe in back to get at her
nether hole and began to furiously wipe herself. I squeezed the door jamb
closed with my now sweaty fingers and retreated to my room as the toilet
flushed to cover my escape and jumped into bed, grabbed a comic book and
pretended to read. In no time at all, Vicky opened my door, with an
accusatory look on her face, her eyes flashing, “What was going on out in
the hall?” she demanded. Realizing I was up against it…I did the manly
thing and whined, “My ???? started to hurt Ms. Vicky, and I went out to
go to the bathroom, but the door was closed.” I was bright red now…I
continued “Then I let out some gas by accident, and you started
hollering, I’m really sorry.” “OK, OK,” she said and her demeanor
softened, “you can go in now, but your mother told me why you had to come
back from camp.” This really got me blushing and I my lower lip started
to quiver…I mumbled “Yes, ma’m.” Vicky said, “All right, all right, does
your ???? still hurt?” “A little,” said I playing the victim.. “Well,
you’d better get in there, before you have and accident, she said, and I
headed into the bathroom, shutting the door. I was greeted by the h eavy
air of cigarette smoke and the lingering smell of a poop recently taken.
I looked into the toilet to see a light yellow-brown floater the size of
a gumball, and the tip of something much larger hung up under the lip of
the hole in the bottom of the toilet. I pulled down my red plaid pajama
bottoms eased on to the seat and unloaded a hefty brown poo banana of my
own, gagging a bit on the cigarette smoke/poo smell. A wicked smile
crossed my face.

I for one must admit that I often sit to pee, but for practical reasons.
Have any of you gentlemen ever seen the sides of the dividers between
urinals…ever notice that corrosion down low on both sides. That’s right,
ureic acid found in your urine which has splattered out. Now given my
fascination with toilets, I have the job of cleaning the bathrooms in the
house…so to avoid complicating my cleaning job, I started sitting down to
pee, especially after getting involved with this forum. However, this has
the added advantage of sometimes finding a poo at the breach, while I’m
relaxing to pee…something I doubt I would never have discovered if I was
standing up peeing until a larger urge hit me.

FAT WOMAN: Welcome back, who could forget the story of your midnight poo
in the public restroom of the hotel you were staying in during a
conference, when you and another constipated lady of some girth, grunted
and buddy dumped together into the wee hours of the morning. Ah yes, I
remember it well. So…this one’s for you. My former girlfriend blonde,
blue-eyed Carol who weighed 360 lbs. had a friend named Samantha who was
a light weight at 280 lbs, who was 5feet 7inches tall, with dark brown
hair and brown eyes. One afternoon we were over at Carol’s house for a
barbeque. Carol and Sammie ate heartily to say the least and they didn’t
forget ample plates of beans. We were also drinking beer and talking into
the night, when all of a sudden Carol raised up on one of her large
haunches and farted vociferously, unfortunately it ended in a wet gurgle.
“Oh, Oh” she said, heaving herself off the couch and heading for the
bathroom. Sammie, laughing long and loud decided to ! go with her, to see
if she needed any help…you know the way women do and lumbered off behind
Carol. Carol’s house was older and her father had been doing some
remodeling including making the bathroom more spacious. The toilet was
opposite a large window, that looked out on the back porch. I had noticed
earlier during a beer pee that the shade was not all the way down, and it
might be fun to take a look form the back porch. I got out their and
sneaked up to the window, that Sammie was just raising up a bit, because
it was a hot night. Carol was already seated in regal splendor on the
commode, she had a white blouse on and a jeans skirt. It was pulled up to
her wide belly, her wide thighs and legs were spread out to accommodate
her ample bottom over the commode. Her white thighs hung down over the
seat, she seemed to swallow the toilet with her largeness, her very
large, light yellow cotton panties were stretched taut between her
mid-calves. Sammie sat on t he edge of th! e tub, I could only see them
form the waist down, between the shade and the window sill, but I could
hear everything. Carol was having a gurgling pee, which was promptly
interrupted by a echoing fart, that made them both giggle. Another fart,
ended fairly sloppily and I could see Carol’s belly twitch and tighten
above her blonde pubic patch as she appeared to be in the throes of a
good push to relieve herself…UNNGHHH Carol intoned and this was followed
by a ….FLOOMP…FLUP…FLOOShhh as a large mass of fecal matter fell from her
bottom, apparently filling the toilet, because she reached back and
flushed. Sammie patted her on her fat knee and said, “You go girl!” Carol
laughed “Ha” and strained out another load, whose ripeness had now
reached the open window. Carol sighed and the turds kept falling
PLOOMP…PLUP… ????…and a fart went BRRRIIPPPP. I was fascinated by her
undulating ???? as she answered the call of nature in massive fashion.
Sammie told her to hurry up, because she! was getting the urge. Carol
told her to “Hold your horses, Hon, I ain’t done yet” as she flushed
again, I was getting light headed from the sights and smells coming from
the window. Carol sprayed more wet gassy ones into the bowl and took some
toilet paper. But since she had asked me to wipe her that one time in the
two-seater outhouse, I guess it should have come as no surprise that she
handed the paper to Sammie, who promptly obliged ( they were better
friends than I thought. Carol heaved herself off the toilet pivoted to
the bent over, while hanging on to the sink so Sammie could get at her
bottom. I was treated to Carol’s large, white profile from her ample
rounded bottom and thighs down to her knees. Sammie’s hand with a wad of
tp disappeared around her hump and moved deftly up and down her crack,
all this was hidden from my view, but Sammie drew back the wad with a
medium brown mudslide on it. She tossed it into the toilet and went back
for more, with the other han! d she flushed away Carol’s mess and began
to fumble with the belt of her blue slacks as she wiped away at Carol’s
brown eye. She pulled out that wad with more brown stain on it, tossed
it, told Carol to hang on, she positioned herself before the toilet,
tugged her pants down over large thighs, then her silky light blue
briefs, and settled herself with an UMMPHH. She went back to work at
Carol’s behind, with more toilet paper, while I crouched outside and
gazed from the night darkness through the open window. Sammie had her
knees together, and unloaded a huge volume of gas, as she worked away
wiping Carol. She kept opening her legs to toss away the paper and I
could see the wide expanse of her belly above her brown patch of
hair…BRRRUUUPPPP, went Sammie and Carol said, “Don’t talk about me Hon”
Sammie’s lower gate opened and wave after wave of mush SHHKRICKLED from
under her into the pot. Carol pulled her light yellow panties back up,
adjusted her skirt and ambled over to ! the sink to wash her hands.
Sammie started peeing along with several PLIP…PLOPPP….PLOOUPs as her need
to poo wound down. “How we doing Hon?” said Carol…and Sammie spread her
legs wide, I guess Carol was looking down form above and commented on the
load in the commode. Sammie shifted from side to side her belly tensed
for a final push of mush. Her toilet paper stains, which she duly
inspected, were not as dark as Carol’s but it took her seven wipes to
finish and she did so with a flourish and a flush. She got off the toilet
and reached down to pull up her silky blue briefs, then a loud dry fart
escaped her hole, causing her bulk to shake with laughter. I quickly
tiptoed back into the kitchen from the back porch and into living room
and took a large sip of beer. When they came back in, I asked them if
everything had come out all right. Sammie said “And how…you should have
been there.” Little did they know.

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Jamie The Damie
Jamie the Damie

Its been a while but I finnaly got to a computer that can translate. Ive
been eating to well and it all makes me sick and i get diharria for
days.one time i had an explosive Sh*t and it make the bowel brown.

Short and brief i gotto go

Bye all

FRancious The Damie Jamies

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David
Hi there. I was on a holiday for a while that’s why I haven’t
posted. I have some stories from my holiday but first I have a very
interesting story. I went to a mall near my place then after a while
I felt I needed to take a shi. So I went to a restroom with 4 stalls one
handicapped and three normal. Then after I sat down with my pants off and
asss on thetoiletI looked into the neighbouring stall to check who my
neighbours were (as in who I was shitting with. THen I saw a kid(about 11
years), and an adult. Then the kid went down and saw me. I got startled
because I wasn’t expecting him to look. So I sat normally and let all my
shit out. . First there was a long fart , and then plop(10times) then
another fart. THen Isaw the kid put his head under my stall to look at
me! WOnder why, that;’sall.

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J.W.
Does anyone have any good peeing/pooping accidents that happened to
females?

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CC
At the moment I’m a bit frightened of what happened a couple of hours
ago. I was about to have a bath when I need to poo. I was really quite
desperate and it ended up almost sticking out before I sat down. It was
quite a relief when I did and I left a mountain of soft poo in the bowl.
However that relief turned to horror after I started wiping myself. I had
wiped a couple of times then got up and wiped again. On the paper there
was some light coloured blood, not very much and I noticed there was a
small amount on a piece of paper in the bowl. I wiped a few more times
but there wasn’t anymore. Nor was there any on the poo in the bowl.

I told my Mum that I need to make a doctor’s appointment tommorow, I hope
it’s not serious. I’m only 20 and surely I’m too young to get a cancer of
any kind. I admit my diet isn’t the best although I do eat a fair bit of
fibre. What else could it be?

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Penny
qwhile travelling the other day we were held up at some construction on
the road where they had one lane operating and you had to wait at a
traffic light. A sign said average waiting time ten minute. With school
holidays on the go a lot of Johannesburg cars where on the road to the
coast. We stopped behind a 4*4 at the light and as we pulled up I could
see the lady in the passenger seat leaning over and getting something
from the kids in the back seats. The husband was pointing to the culvert
next to the road and that was when my 6th sense kicked in and I said to
my husband that I know the syptoms of a travellers stomach. Needless to
say the front door opens and she gets out and opens the back door too.
Taking a look up and down the road, it is early morning with the sun just
coming up so you cannot see for far but we are right behind so have a
clear view. I assumed she was experienced at this and would put her bum
on the door sill and do her business. Not so as she struggled ! with the
jeans zip and the tight fit was a problem as she had to wrestle the jeans
down. Much sqwirming going on as I said to hubby are you going to watch?
He said what for he can see me any day. I said to him learn new
techniques darling. Eventually the jeans are down and by the bend just to
the knees. Now she sqwats and as the sun is behind us I see these creamy
buttocks side on. The problem is is that a 4*4 vehicle is higher off the
ground as Linda and I have found out so sqwatting next to it hides
nothing. As I watch and don’t get me wrong I would rather see a man
pooing but she has abviously carried this load all night from up country
and proceeds to push a log till it hits the tar and breaks off followed
by a stream of what is termed melted icecream. She rises on her toes with
relief and then pees a stream that a horse would be proud of. The traffic
lights change to green and she has not even wiped. I say to hubby what
are you going to do? You actually cannot just drive off and leave her in
full view of all. He says the honourable thing ofcourse and as he has not
even watched I have no idea. Guess what my darling does? He starts up and
turns and reverses across the rear of this 4*4 so that he shields her
from the queue and she completes the wiping. The other traffic goes past
and as she finishes a multi wipe she comes over and thanks him for
cutting off the view but she was desperate. Hubby beams but I do notice
that he was watching as he has a little buzz and I know the telltale sign
of a man that is just a little excited. I do it to him so I have a sneaky
suspision that he swivelled his eyes to watch.

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Leo
I do what Wizzer does. I sit to pee so i don’t splash all ova the place.
Not much happening in my Poop World!

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PV
Hi Louise,

Sorry to hear about your strained ankle, and I can see how that would
make relief while erect a tad uncertain. I’d be sitting myself! Yes,
Steve’s a dear the way he looks after you, shower-wee, bandage, hospital,
the works. And Jackie’s uninhibited assisted stream was delightful
(thanks for posting this one Steve!).

I hope you’re well real soon — and a few cozy nights in can be a joy
too. Revel in quite, warm encounters, they’re not so wild but they’re
NICE!

My confidence level is continuing to increase, I’m not 100% in control
yet, but I’m much closer the end of the road than the beginning now!

Cheers, and look after yourselves you two!

Curious — I’ve seen the sort of place you describe in a US military
series, just a long row of spotlessly clean toilets. I’ve not used
anything so open, that one that I did use was just a two-placer without a
partition. But it would be an amzing experience, especially if the
company was right. Maybe Louise and Malita would like to make a trio and
we’d see what kind of music we could play? And in a few years, when she’s
just a bit older, dear Kendal can come poo with the big girls?

Heck, it would be an idea!

Cheers,

PV

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DONNIE M.

I saw where there were several postings about wanting to know about
peeing or pooping on a toilet where there was a row side by side and what
it was like. Well, I did post a long article some time ago about being in
the army and the latrines, as its called, had a row of 20 toilets along
the wall in addition of a pee trough. There were no dividers or
partitions and you just sat next to the other guy poopin. At first it was
very awkward and embrassing. New recruits coming into the army at the
receiving station (where you first got your clothes and boots and
bedding) had to sleep at the barricks and for the first time was away
from home by themselves. Washing up in the morning and taking a dump was
a real problem for a lot of guys. You know, a week ago they were hanging
out on the street corner with their buddys and their GF and now here they
are in the army and having to deal with all this new stuff. A lot of guys
would go several days, some a week without shitting be! cause they were
too shy to shit by another guy. You would go in, drop your pants, sit
down and sort of lean over a bit and think about crapping. The guy next
to you might be doing a job at this time. you heard the farting, gas,
plop plop of his logs into the pot. You heard the hissing of his pee into
the pot. I guess this was a way to bring down everyone to the same level
and expose everyone to a way of order and direction. Its like, ok now its
5AM and you just ate breakfast and now you shit. Some guys could not do
it and were constipated and in pain. You didnt have any false modesty
here, you probably would notice the other guys in your company being
naked at times, how they were fixed and everything. I suppose this would
be gay heaven for a few.

After a few weeks everyone got used to shittin side by side, farting and
mostly paying attention to what you alone were doing. The way to do it is
you drop your pants down above your knees on your thighs, and your
private parts really couldnt be seen unless you got up or moved a lot.I
knew of some boys that went on sick call to get help from the medics as
they couldnt shit and were given a dose of some milk of magnesnia or
something. I know too a few times out on a march for 5 or 10 miles a few
guys would pee in their pants rather than say they had to stop and a
couple would crap in their underwear if they didnt take care of it
earlier and really had to go. Yep the place would smell of whatever they
served at the mess hall the day before. Strange, most guys shit would
smell about the same.
One other thing I might mention. I said it before long ago on a posting,
but we called some recruits “shitbirds”. These were typically younger
boys that still were not mature to take on this new duty and still had a
lot ofgrowing up to do and had ideas and were sort of “spoiled” home life
I guess you might say. At the mess hall the sargents might have you do
several pull ups on a bar at the door before you could get in. You know a
lot couldnt do it, but anyway they got to eat. You were served food on a
tray, and a little half pint of milk if you wanted it. Many guys didnt
drink the milk, but left it onthe table and had gone out the door. One of
these brats would grab several cartons and line them up in front of them
while eating. The sargent would come by and notice the hoarding of milk
by those dudes. “And you WILL drink every one of them too”!! So the poor
by would have to down several of them because he took them,after all. The
problem was afterwards they would hav! e everyone march to a location for
a class or outdoor exercise of some kind. The poor dude would have to pee
more often than not and you know they did some pants wetting. But worse,
on a long march on a hot day, they got the stomach cramps and shits from
the milk. Thus they would just shit their pants on the march. I had seen
a few guys drop off the march column and hit the weeds and do a crap or
pee, but when your are a recruit you dont have all that self initative to
do it when around a sargent or officer and would get told to get back in
line anyhow.

Yep you would be shocked to waked up about 3AM and you go outside for a
“head count” and then a short march around the area. Then off to get your
chow at the messhall. Then you would hit the latrine and grab a toilet
and do your morning shit. All almost on command and you got used to it. I
never had a problem with it, and would sometimes gab with the guy
shitting next to me. After that in boot camp you would be assigned to a
company someplace and they would have regular stalls and latrines like
home. But their intentions were like I said to break you and level you so
you were all equal an became a part of a “team.

I didnt intend to write all this in response to what a few posters wrote
but I thought Id do it anyhow for those who didnt read the old posting I
did.

Take care, happy poopin..:)
DONNIE M.

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Kendal
LINDA: ( NOT GS ) I never thought about the height of disabled toilets
before. I’ve never been in one. I always think they should be left in
case a disabled person might need it, and especially if I am able to use
a normal one at the time instead.

PLUNGING PLOP GUY: Grannie’s toilet is very old just as you suggested,
and it does have a deep water bit at the bottom. Its just impossible not
to plop when you go !! I love it to pieces, especially the furry seat
that keeps my bottom warm when I use it !! Hope your bottom feels better
soon and that your poos won’t make it so sore. Love from Kendal x

LINDA GS: I had this really weird dream about you last night. In it, I
had come to visit you in hospital and you decided you needed the toilet.
So I helped you out of bed and took you there and stayed to hold your
hand while you went. The weird bit was that it was Grannies toilet in the
hospital bathroom, and you and I had such fun together counting your loud
plops, while you happily swung your legs to and fro. Oh yes, and because
of the furry seat, you didn’t have to sit on it with your pampies on to
warm it up first !! I do miss you my dear friend, and I’m counting the
days down to your return, even though I don’t know how many days that
will be ! Andrew isn’t here right now, but I know he would be sending
more smoochies to you if he was ! And I’ve got a kiss for all five of you
in the Cousin household, xxxxx. Lots of love from Kendal x

AUNTY PV: That was an interesting poo you had, thin and long ! My three
today were just normal, as usual ! But Andrew missed out because he
wasn’t here. I’ve got my last after school activity tomorrow before I
leave the school for good. So Andrew will miss out then as well, because
I’m sure I will have to go while I’m there. But you never know, he might
be lucky ! Love from Kendal x

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Austin
TO RIZZO

Always nice to hear from you. Sounds like we have the
sulfur compounds nailed down now. Keep up the good
posts!

BOOK TITLE ERROR #52

Sorry I’m being such a goob. “Like Being Killed” is by Ellen
Miller, not Lydia or Linda. Maybe all that pain killer from
the hospital numbed out too many brain cells!

TODAY’S POST

I finally scored one for the home team! I’ve been trying for
weeks to get something worth posting. But first, on a more
minor note, when I was at the coffee shop with the two
toilets with no stalls, I was walked in upon by a lovely
young lady with blonde hair down her back and black bell
bottoms. I casually invited her in, but she was gone before
the words left my mouth. 🙁 . Okay, so the main story is
back out on the island. I must have barely missed the king
daddy shit festival because there were about 15 new poops
here and there. No sign of the Mystery Turdist, however.
There was at least one girl poop though, because her pile
was daintily covered with extra toilet paper so no one could
see it. So anyway, I sat down on my favorite rock to add
my own creation. I first got the urge at about 9am but
couldn’t go. By 1:30 pm I was ready to explode, so I got
back into the prone position. It was about this time that a
person came up the trail. I couldn’t see who it was, but I
was pushing out the biggun. It was a black haired young
man, who cleverly said “Nice to SEE you!”. Wise guy. We
both laughed and I continued the process. He turned and
went back down after a few glances. Not long after that I
heard the distant guffaws from the peanut gallery as he told
them what he had seen. When I was done, I had left a long,
thin 24 incher wrapped upon itself like a coil of rope.
Feeling much better, I left the island in search of Carmalita’s
twin sister.

P.S. Some kid and his dad were in the woods whistling and
calling “Austin!” while I was trying to go. Austin their
friend? Austin their dog? Was it possible that it was Austin
me? Maybe. Hmmmm?

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kim and scott
hello all!
TO INTERESTED GUY-hello there. thanks for liking the posts on people who
shit huge.the kim and scott posts are that way! and I(KIM) shit huge! and
yes my poos are really as large as I say they are. a foot long to my
largest 28 inches long. 3.5 inches thick monster.my system causes me to
shit this way and I love it! not to mention my boyfriend scott.my diet
includes the cereal total,which is high in fiber. I also eat plenty of
chicken,fish,vegetables ,salad, and fruit.when some people use metamucil
to help with their constipation the metamucil makes their shit come out
normally and much bigger. I never use metamucil but my logs are always
enormous like I take metamucil.I should sit on a toilet in front of you
sometime and crash out one of my enormous,thick logs. and then you would
believe a cute,little blond female can SHIT!!! so large!!well sir i hope
you keep enjoying my posts. and will keep an open mind about things. take
care now.
TO BRIDGET-hello there. wow! you are such a sweet female! you always say
something nice about the kim and scott posts . Its so flattering.scott
and I appreciate it so much.by the way what do you look like? can you
describe yourself for me? I would be happy to describe myself but I am
sure that you know what I look like already dont you!? well bridget
thanks again for the nice comments. you are such a dear!
TO RJOGGER-hello there sweetie. how are you.? scott and I are fine and we
hope that you are too! thanks for liking the kim and scott posts so much!
and please rjogger you are not greedy to want to hear more of our
stories. you are not an old man either!so please stop saying that! and
when a good story comes up I will post one as soon as I can ok?plus
writing a good story takes time. when I post a kim and scott story I
write it out on paper first. then I post it. I want to make sure
everything is just right!and yes I will say hello to scott for you. and
by the way scott is with me alot of times when I write these posts out.
the stories are just in my voice. so scottys here also but we prefer to
write the stories in my voice since I squeeze out the much bigger
logs.even though once in a while scott writes a story also. be well
rjogger.
TO JEFF A-hello there. I hope everything is ok with you! by the way if
you are still drawing pictures of some of the ladies on this site maybe
you can draw me in a thong bikini laying down on one of those long beach
lounge chairs on the beach soaking up the rays. hey why not its
summertime. be well jeff!
PLUS LOGGER-Hello there. I would not mind posing in front of you in the
buff while you paint me squeezing out an enormous brown log for you the
size of a dragons tail! and who knows maybe you will have a masterpiece
on your hands!haha, be well all! love,always kim and scott

hello all!
TO Rjogger-hello there. thanks for liking my posts so much. by the way
when I write a post, scott is often with me but its in my words. we both
work on the story but its often in my words,even though scott writes a
few stories also we prefer it in my words.and by the way scott says hello
back.more kim and scott posts coming soon ok?and by the way you are not
an old man. bye now.
TO BRIDGET-hello there. thanks so much for liking our posts. you say the
sweetest things about them. yeah that was some buddy dump we did huh? by
the way what do you look like? mind telling me? I would tell you what i
look like but I am sure you know that already! bye now . thanks for
liking my posts.
TO INTERESTED GUY-hello there. I think rjogger answered your question
about your doubts about peoples huge logs. but I just want to say I
really do shit as huge as I say I do. My system causes me to shit this
way but my diet has something to do with it also. my diet consists of
total cereal-a cereal loaded in
fiber,oatmeal,chicken,fish,vegetables,salad and fruits.I should come over
your house one day and do a dump in your bowl and you too will believe a
sexy,little blond girl can shit!! be well interested guy.
TO DAVE-hello there. interesting story about you being a female to male
transgender. can you give us any stories on any close calls where a guy
almost found out what you where or anything and you avoided a bad
situation? be well dave you are amongst friends here.
TO JEFF A-hello there. how are you? if you are still drawing pictures of
some of the ladies on this site can you please draw me in a teeny bikini
laying down on one of those long beach lounge chairs in miami beach. I
think that would be cool! hey why not ? its summertime in america!!haha.
take care all!

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Brad
Mark B (UK): Welcome back! I remember your posts real well. It’s too bad
that the toilets in the U.K. are so private. In the good old U.S.A. the
toilets are much better for us toilet fans. Some public restrooms still
have doorless stalls and these are the best for watching other guys
taking a crap. Most other toilets even if they have doors allow some
peeking at dudes while they shit. Those with gaps under the partitions
let you see the legs and feet. Also useful are those with gaps between
the door and the door frame. Recently, my buddies and me went to an
outdoor rock concert. At intermission, I needed to piss. When I went to
the restroom there was already a long line of young dudes. There was just
one line. It led to a row of 4 toilets (with doors) on the one side and
to 5 urinals on the other. Guys just peeled off from the line to go to
the one or the other. There was a real cool dude in front of me in line.
He was wearing a baseball cap, low slung painter’s ! pants and a black
T-shirt. At one point he farted and said: “Excuse me, dude!” I told him
he was in the right place if needed to fart. He replied: “It sucks to
have to wait so long.” When we reached the head of the line, a urinal
became available and he told me to go ahead since he needed to dump, the
crappers all being occupied. I decided that it would be more interesting
to wait with him so I told him I also had to shit and we let the guy
behind us go ahead. Just then the first crapper became available and the
young dude went in. He closed the door, but I was standing right outside
and I could see most of the action thru the gap between the door and the
door frame. He pulled down his pants and boxers and sat down on the
crapper leaning right forward so I could see most of his body, but not
his face. Unfortunately, the bathroom was real noisy so I did not hear
him fart or his logs plop, but I hung around to watch him wipe and had a
real great view of this. He came o ut quickly, gave me a broad grin and I
went into his just vacated stall. There were skidmarks in the pan and
some TP floating from an incomplete flush. It was great to sit there and
piss on the still warm toilet seat. Hope you get to come to the USA one
day and enjoy our cool toilets!

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Steve
I have to comment on today’s masthead picture. I seem to have missed
seeing some good ones, but I’ve had a little more luck this time. That is
quite an attractive girl and she looks like she has just enjoyed a
pleasant wee on the floor near the drain. Pulling her bikini bottoms
aside the way she has, she reminds me of a few similar ladies I’ve seen
urinating in similar positions over the years.

To PV,
Hi there, darling. Interesting little report you posted. The ‘major
length’ you produced must have had a strangely malleable consistency to
have been able to survive 20 continuous inches before it broke off. Did
it by any chance stretch longer under its own weight while it was coming
out of you or did it start out as thin as it ended up? You do seem to
have quite a wide variation in how you dump.

Cheers,

Steve.

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