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Michelle in Louisiana
Yesterday, my friend and I went to the mall. After I bought some CD’s, I
felt a nice urge to poop. So, I told my friend I needed to shit, and she
waited outside the bathroom door for me to finish. Anyway, I walked in,
pulled down my pants, peed, then waited for the poop to come out. I
waited a few minutes, and since it didn’t want to come out naturally, I
decided to push really hard. I felt my hole enlarging, and a piece of
poop coming out, but it got stuck after a few inches came out. So, I
started to push harder, and then I started to grunt. The lady in the
bathroom next to me said, “Are you alright, ma’am?” I said, “I’m
fine…MMMMMMPH RRRR UHHHHHH” Some more inches of poop came out, but the
poop was still in my ass. So, I pushed and grunted harder. A few more
inches came out, then finally the last bit of the poop slid out. I stood
up and looked at it…it was about 8 inches long and 2 in diameter. I
started to wipe my ass, when I realized it needed no wiping. I flushed
the! toilet, walked out, and another lady asked, “Were you alright in
there?” I said, “Yea, I’m sure that’s been you a few times.”
I have a question for everyone that just came into my head: How often
does everyone poop(i.e. once a day, every other day, 2 times a day, so
on) As for myself, I usually poop once or twice a day, depending on how
much and what I eat. And, how often do you pee, if you can answer that. I
know I pee many times a day, so I’m not sure how much.
Dave-NY: Must be the food. Above all, what we eat effects our poops. But
if you only poop every 2 days and used to poop every 6, then I think
that’s a better cycle. It’s more natural.
Buzzy: What stuff do you eat on the fiber program? BTW, I love your
stories, but I never got around to telling that.
Sickboy: She was a really popular person, and the biggest prep you’d ever
wanna meet. I didn’t hear any noise coming from her stall at all, nor did
she flush, so she probably was just listening to me, but no one would
believe that she was watching. Why? Because they think she’s just too
refined and dignified(or so people say). Besides, what’s so funny about
shitting in the first place? I don’t see anything. Maybe for a
kindergartener, but this wasin 9th grade.
Gruntly: Funny story!! Did you and Vicky ever peep in on each other
again? OR, did y’all just let it go and so-called forget about it?
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Bryian
To Jacob G in Florida: I liked your story about watching that young dude
shit in sears
To Matthew: Cool story about you keeping track of the guys at work
pooping. It reminds me of these 2 guys at work who i once saw in a stall
shitting and they were talking to each other.
No new storys and today is the first day in 3 days i’ve been here, my
computer had been down
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aboy
Gruntly Bogwell: Your story strongly reminds me of what I did to my
babysitter in the second grade. I use to peek under the door when she was
in the bathroom. She would threaten me too. She was in the seventh grade
at the time.
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Fat Woman
GRUNTLY BOGWELL- Thank you for your story addressed to me. I thoroughly
enjoyed it as well as your new Vicky installment. Had an interesting
experience the other day when the repairman came to fix my air
conditioner but don’t have time to post more now. I promise to write it
this weekend. Take care! And keep the stories coming!
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CARMALITA dear, what fantastic news about you and Jake! I wish you two
all the very best and lasting happiness! And then you go on to treat us
with that detailed encounter on the toilet with that pretty girl
suffering from the runs in the next stall. Yes, and then I enjoyed your
account of you helping Renee with her stuck turd and you and Jake in the
toilet. What a lovely family you have. You are really one of the all time
best posters here! Love, hugs and a couple of freshly cut yellow roses
from my garden, Rizzo.
PLUNGING PLOP GUY, Broken toilet bowl? Yes, I have come across that. It
was during an exceptionally cold winter, we had been away, the house left
unheated and ice formed in the toilet bowl. It split. The next person
sitting on it was my sister in law, if I remember correctly. I was not
there, but I heard that the bowl just collapsed in two or three big
porcelain pieces. It was an old one with deep sump and long drop from
your bum to the water. You would have adored it, it was a real bum
splasher. The new one is a little lower in seat height, but still a bum
splasher.So now I pour anti-freeze for car radiators into the bowl when
leaving the house in winter for extended periods.
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Benoit
One night some buddies and I were driving on a pretty busy street and my
friend Ziggy said he really had to take a piss. I asked if we should stop
at Taco Bell, which was just a block away, and he said he’d wait until we
got to the other restaurant we were heading to. Well, when we finally
stopped, he almost rolled right out of the car. I could see he was in
some sort of pain. As he got out, I could see he was unzupping is pants
and he walked behind the car and just started going. My other buddies
didn’t really know what to say, but all this traffic was going by as
Ziggy’s pee just kept coming out and ran down the parking space into a
huge puddle. After he finished, he told me he didn’t think he would have
made it to the bathroom in the restaurant just a hundred or so feet away.
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Rice
Hey guys. I don’t post often, but I’m looking for someone who posted
ealier. the post was about a method you could use to help to have an
“accident.” I think it involved bunching up a towel between you legs.
Please repost or let me know where i can find this.
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Carmalita
Hola!
Man I took a long, steamy, creamy dump just a few minutes ago! 10 full
minutes of poop action complete with six firm, fat, and very smelly
sausages. First, I farted in the living room, then realized it was more
than just a fart and ran for the bathroom. My panties just barely cleared
my ass before a big loaf started squeezing out. Oh, man did it ever feel
sooooooo good! I grunted, squirmed, and strained out five more just like
it. The first one was the biggest, and took a few minutes of serious
grunting to push it out. Now, as I’m typing this, I’m smelling a very
potent aroma!
JOHN VT: Oh, my handsome man in Vermont! Inhale deep through your nose,
can you smell my poop? I’m just teasing. Thank you for the congrats. The
girl at the center was certainly a honey all right. I don’t wish diarhea
on anybody, but I have to tell you it was really hot hearing grunting and
squirting like that. Her smell was potent too!!! So you like my “latina
pickles” eh? I’ve been having larger than normal poo-poos lately. I think
it’s because I’m excited and happy about Jake. Whenever I get excited or
nervous, my poops are big and rock hard. Maybe I’ll manufacture my own
air freshener just for you. Call it something like “Carmalita’s
Poop-pourri potty scent.” What do you think?
BUZZY: Thanks hon, but Jake is a wonderful man! He won’t get wierd on me.
He and Renee have been the best, inseparable friends since childhood.
Yes, you are having quite a streak of successful poos aren’t you? I’m
wondering though if those high fiber diets are good for a person.
SARA T: Thanks for the congrats baby! It’s awfully good to hear from you
again.
ERIC: I’m glad you like my stories. It’s too bad you can’t be there with
me when they are happening! Here’s a kiss for you!
GRUNTLY BOGWELL: Thank you for your wonderfully nice words. It has been
an honor for me to be a friend of this forum. I am very proud to be in
the company of you all. Your story about Vicky was so hot I couldn’t
stand it! This is how great it was: I was supposed to go catch a bus, and
missed it on purpose because I couldn’t leave the computer and your
story!!! You’re certainly my kind of prankster, and you and I share
similar events of growing up! I did very similar things with my brothers
friends. I especially loved the term “soft serve”. Very nice. Poor Vicky.
What a honey! If it were me, I’d pretend I never found your peephole and
let you watch as much as you wanted! I salute you for such a hot story,
and can’t wait for more! Next time, I’ll just automatically print your
stuff so I won’t miss my bus!
JEFF A: Oh my! Thank you so much for those lovely words! The spanish
greeting was so tearfully beautiful, I thank you for that. My father
would shake your hand. I melt whenever I read what you say to me! You and
Jake are so much alike. I’m happy that you liked the story with the asian
girl. She was a friend of a visitor at the center. It was ESL night
there. (English speaking language). They have those classes two nights a
week. That’s another thing I do there is help people with their english.
Oh, and P.S.-we could sure use the lysol! I’m not the only one stinking
up the bathroom lately! I don’t know what’s gotten into miss Patsy these
days, but what’s coming out of her is leaving a wicked smell behind!
Someone asked awhile back about stories about parents. I have one about
both my mom and dad which I remember quite well. Here goes.
One time when I was seven, I accidentally walked in on my mother when she
was on the toilet. Her eyes bugged out and the room smelled nasty. I
could see the lace of her bra through her white blouse, and her hair was
all rolled up on top and tied with ribbon. Her makeup made her look so
pretty with dark red lipstick. She was reading a book and looked up at me
and said “What is it that you want Carmalita, and why did you not knock
on the door before barging in?” I’d wanted some money to go buy candy at
the store. She said “Bring me my purse then.” and I ran out all excited.
I left the door open and she yelled “CARMALITA!!! COME BACK HERE AND SHUT
THIS DOOR!!” I ran back quickly and pulled the door shut. When I came
back with her purse, the room was a little stinkier than before. She went
through her purse, and I stared at her beautiful legs, and the lacy
underwear and wrapped around her thighs. Curiously, I peered down between
her legs until I saw the black fluff of thick pu! bic hair. During this
fascination I heard a very distinct “Kplop-plooop!” and a little sigh
from mama “ahhhhh.” “You just did a poop, huh mama?” She looked at me
quite sternly and said “That is impolite Carmalita. You need to mind your
manners.” “Yes, mama,” I said. My mother was and is a very beautiful
woman, and such a lady. Her knees were together while she pooped. She’d
come up with some money, and was counting change when I heard
“kkkkrrssppprrkkllllll-plup-ploooop-pluup–uhh.” It was stinking pretty
good and I remember that the smell fascinated me for some reason, even
though I was uncomfortable with it. I said “Why does it smell so bad
mama?” Mama looked at me and simply replied “everyone’s potty smells bad
sweetheart.” “But, why?” I questioned further, “You ask too many
questions Carmalita!” she answered. I then pointed down to her hairy
crotch and she looked at me strangely. I said “Mama, when will mine
come?” she smiled, stroked my long, black, shiny hair and replied! “In
time baby, in time. Now go run off to the store, and don’t dawdle!”
Now, this story is about my dad. I remember once when I was just a little
girl, my papa taking me into the men’s room with him. We went into a
stall and he undid his belt. With his two big hands, I felt him turn me
so I faced toward the door while he got his pants down, and then he
picked me up and put me on his lap. I was playng with a pen that was in
his shirt pocket. I guess I was about 5 years old. I remember hearing
plops and I said “Papa, are you going poo-poo?” he nodded. I started to
look down, but his big finger caught my little chin and kept my head up.
I knew that he didn’t want me not to look down at him. My father is very
protective, and would not leave me outside while he went to the bathroom.
He carried me in, and kept my face against his chest while we passed the
urinals and the men peeing at them so I couldn’t see. I love my popi so
much. I remember the aroma, that poop aroma, and that mama’s aroma was
much stronger than his. He barely had a smell at all. ! He let me pull
toilet paper off the roll for him which thrilled me! I’d say “This much
papa?” and he’d go “No, mucho mas.” Then I’d give the roll a few more
yanks until I had a wad of toilet paper balled up in my little hands.
While he wiped, I was instructed to face the wall and not look at him. I
could hear other men grunting and pooping in the stalls next to us. After
he was all done, and dressed, I said “I have to go too papa!” I just
wanted to do everything he was doing. He lifted my skirt, stretched my
undies down and set me on the toilet, holding me upright with his hands
under my armpits. I guess I was grimacing and grunting really hard until
a little ‘Plop!” fell into the water. To this day, that’s one of his
favorite stories to tell to try and embarrass me, which still works by
the way. I often wonder if my mother remembers, or ever thinks about that
one time when I walked in on her.
I’d better quit, because now I’m missing my mama and popi!
Love,
Carmalita
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filup
For Vince: Here are some longest pees I have heard.When I was 12 my
cousin and I went to the movies together every Saturday–always a double
feature. We would get the bus about noon, get to the movie about one. The
show lasted about 3 hours. Usually we didn’t go to the men’s room until
afterwards. This day I had to go during the intermission. My cousin
usually waited a long time to go. When we left the theater, I expected
him to take a piss. He didn’t stop. We wandered around the city about 2
hours and went to get out bus. He told me at that point that he hadn’t
taken a piss since he got up around nine that morning–9 hours earlier.
Now he had to go really bad. He found an alley near the bus stop at the
back of another theater, where the fire escape came down to the street.
We went back there. He must have pissed for 2 minutes. It ran down the
bottom stairs to the basement and sounded like a water fall.
Another time in h.s., the girls room is along side the boys room. I was
pee shy so used the stall when I really had to go. I heard two girls come
in and lock the doors. One said to the other: “You must have to go awful
like me. Neither one of us has been all day.” She answered: “I’m ready to
burst!” They were. I timed them. They peed for 2 1/2 minutes. It was 4 in
the afternoon. Neither had pissed for 8 hours.
The third time was at a rest stop on I-75. I had been trying to take a
much needed piss after driving for 5 hours. I stood and stood at the
urinal but nothing would come out. I was at the second urinal. A man came
running in and took the first urinal next to me. He whipped it out. Since
I wasn’t doing anything, I looked at my watch and timed him. He peed for
an unbelievable 4 + minutes. That encouraged me to go. I finally pissed
for a minute.
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Austin
TO GRUNTLEY BOGWEL
Another masterpiece post my friend! My best post can only
compete with your daily one. I’ll try to dig up something
that you can enjoy….
TODAY’S POST
I apologise for being so boring. I’ve already posted the most
exciting experiences of my life and now I’m stuck with
generating new ones. That takes a little more time. I think
I’ll have to go into lurk mode until I can produce something
worth posting. Until then, you folks keep up the good work
and I’ll be here to cheer you on!
– Blake
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freddy
need to pee so i went a sat on toilet and peed
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Pamela
There is another Pam on here. It should not be hard to keep us apart, as
she seems to be a married farm girl. I am neither. About a week ago I
told of an outdoor poop to catch a male jogger fried by surprise. Sorry
to say he has been less than friendly both of the times I have seen him
on the trail later. I confessed my rather rash act to a girlfriend at
work, Connie, only I said that I could not help having to go, and got
caught by surprised and scared away this hunk I had been trying to meet
with my not- so- good first impression.
Connie’s eye’s got big and she said, Oooh, I can’t imagine why that would
bother him at all, he must be kind of a priss. Well, last night after
work Connie and I went out for a couple of beers. She said that she had
to get home because one of her friends was making an appearance on the
community action channel and she wanted to see it. I offered to let her
watch it at my place and I would fry up some chicken and Jos that are
going to spoil if someone dont help me eat it. She agreed and we had a
delicious dinner icluding salad and corn bread and then watched her
friend telling of efforts to clean up trash qwith her girl scout group
and restore fish to a stream. During the program I felt the urge to shit
but did not want to be rude and get up and walk out of the room appearing
to be disinterested. When the program was over, Connie wanted to talk
about it but I had to interrupt her and tell her I neeeded to go to the
bathroom pretty bad and if she would excuse me. She s! aid she needed to
go bad too but didnt want to miss the program, and for me to go first and
she’d wait. I knew I was going to really stink so I told her no, your the
guest, go ahead. She said, you know, that story about you on the trail
really intrigues me, I would have loved to watch, I dont know what was
the matter with that guy. Can I come in with you? Time was wasiting so I
told her okay. I went in and sat down and quickly pinched out several big
logs while Connie watched. She didnt say anthing but after I wiped and
flushed she said, “now it is my turn, why don’t you watch me and maybe
you will see what I meant.”
Connie is 30ish with a nice figure and black hair. She has at least one
boyfriend that I know of, and is no slouch. She took off her pants and
lowered her shorts to her ankles, slowly sat down, and then laid forward
exposing her buttcheeks and anus to me. I really was shocked. I like
guys, but her butt was beautiful. It was gorgeous, shaped just like those
women in the magazines the guys like – perfect. Her little brown rosebud
dilated, then enlarged and the tip of the dark brown contents of her
bowel appeared, then went back in. ‘This is going to be rough.’ she said.
She squeezed forward again and pushed. Ungh. Ungh Ungh, Ahhhh, and out it
came. Her asshole had stretched to huge proporton and as the big turd
pieces broke off and the tail end of the first one popped out, for a
moment I could actually see way up her lovely anus. She groaned and
grunted some more through clenched teeth with eyes shut, and then another
turd appeared and smoothly pooped its way ou! t, and yet another. Each
time I stared transfixed as that lovely anus opened and closed betwen
those creamy buttcheeks. Finally she was finished. She was actually in a
sweat. She wiped and stood up and asked, “is it okay if I take a shower,
I am all sweaty.” Yes it was, and I took one with her, or I should say at
the same time. NO, we did not do anything weird, = we both like guys but
this was still pretty unforgettable. In view of what seems to be our
rather unusual tastes we probably will be sharing the bathroom again. We
talked about it afterward and agreed about our amazement at this
spectacle, but could not agree specificly “why.”
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Michelle in Lousisiana
Slayer Moon
“In your statement about rice being constipating, you must be talking
about white rice.” I only eat white rice and it never jams me up! I
prefer to eat high protein foods such as beef, chicken, fish, and beans
and that never james me up. On the other hand, if I eat brown rice, I get
all jammed up.
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Julie
Hi Everyone,
Something incredible happened to me last night which I just have to share
with you all! You may remember, that a few months ago I was this quiet
shy girl (well ok I’m not shy, but I was in terms of going to the toilet
at any rate), largely becuase of my upbringing. My parents always taught
me to be private about going to the bathroom.
Anwayhow, last night I went over to see my Mum, just for a social call
and a drink as I hadn’t seen her in a while. Well, I had a couple of
drinks and then (surprisingly enough for me!) I needed a wee, and got
onto the subject of this site, and told my Mum all about it! At first she
was quite shocked (you have to imagine this middle aged housewife
type…), but then totally out the blue, she said, well dear I need to go
as well, perhaps we could go together. Now it was my turn to stare open
mouthed… I’d told her all about the standing wee’s and Steve standing
gaurd and I guess she was just curious. So, we went upstairs to the
bathroom to have a wee together.
Mum it seemed was quite desperate so she agreed to go first. My Mum’s one
of these very prim and proper house wife types, always wears a skirt and
never goes out without tights on, all that sort of thing. She stood in
front of me and then hitched up her green chequered skirt and then her
white lace slip which was underneath. She then pulled down her tights and
‘big’ white cotton knickers to her knees and perched ladylike with her
knees together on the loo seat. She started to wee and went for about 30
seconds before finishing and then reached for the paper to wipe between
her legs. The whole thing was so weird. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen my
Mum with her knickers down. Come to think of it I cant recall the last
time I saw her less than fully clothed. When she had finished and pulled
up her tights and straightened her skirt she asked me if I would
demonstrate the standing wee, as this whole concept seemed to baffle her.
I was slightly hesitatant at first but then lifted my dress up above my
waist and took my bright blue thong off to avoid wetting it and stood
over the bowl and started to wee. Louise would have been proud. It was a
perfect aim exactly where I intended without even having to press down on
my pussy. My Mum found this whole display comical and didn’t stop
laughing until I had finished. I then flushed our joint wees away put my
knickers back on and lowered my dress.
I’m not sure if we will do that again but it was an interesting
experience nevertheless.
Take care everyone.
Love Julie.
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Kendal
I’ve surprised Andrew by being home much earlier than he thought I’d be !
Steve had a day off work today, so he picked me up first thing this
morning to bring back from Cumbria to home.
Andrew told me that I should take a look here, and as I was logging in,
he brought a box of hankies in with him. Because he was smiling, I knew
it wasn’t bad news, so I was in floods of tears before I could even
discover the post from Linda GS !
LINDA GS: I have missed you so very much ! Its so good to have you home
and back at this site again. Andrew says he has already posted this
morning, so he will already have returned your smoochies. But you had an
even greater shock for me girl ! One of the girls is to be called Lynda
and the other Kendal you say ? You said that Cousin would explain, but I
haven’t been able to find a post from him. Perhaps he hasn’t had time
yet. But I tell you, I can’t think of any greater honour than to have
found that Cousin and Elena have chosen to name one of their girls the
same name as mine. And I bet you feel the same way too !! ( even if there
is a slight spelling change, y instead of i ). That’s going to be funny
in your household now isn’t it, when Lynda gets older. Miguel or Elena is
going to shout Li(y)nda, and you’ll both come running !! Anyway, I really
hope that they will both be the best of friends with our names, just like
we are ! I see you’ve already had a difficul! t poo then. I hope it
didn’t make your tushie too sore. And of course I would have held your
hand, just like in my dream ! I had a couple of poos on Grannies high
toilet with the furry seat while I was there, and lots of wees of course.
Plunging Plop Guy would have been pleased, with the bum splashings ! Are
you going to tell me more about your nearly regretted poo ? Oh, and don’t
forget to tell Andrew what pampies you were wearing, if you can remember
of course ! I’m glad you got all my messages while you were in hospital.
I knew something must have happened. Gosh, you and I have really had it
this past year with broken bones, accidents, deaths. Perhaps that’s why
we’re so close here. Anyway, enough of that mush ! You’re back, and I’m
very, very glad ! Look forward to your next post, and Cousin as well.
Love to you all, especially baby Lynda and baby Kendal. xxxxx
LISA: Andrew told me I’d like your post, and I did ! (Andrew is my Cousin
who I live with and he posts here as Lawn Dogs Kid) Fancy having to wee
on your drive way because your Mum wouldn’t let you back in the house !
Actually, I bet it was really exciting ! Could any one have seen ? Do you
have next door neighbours ? I don’t know why, but your story reminded me
of a friend I have here who doesn’t post anymore. Her name was Kate, and
she would do all sorts of things in public, especially wees ! I still
don’t have the courage yet to do anything like that. I hope your post
wasn’t a one off, because you sounded really nice. Andrew says he replied
to you as well. I wonder what he said ? Anyway, take care, and welcome !
Love Kendal.
UNCLE RIZZO & AUNTY PV: Andrew tells me he posted about changing Thomas’
nappy. So there’s no point in me telling that one again ! But gosh, it
was so funny !! Hope you’re both keeping well. Lots of love from Kendal xx
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kim and scott
hello all!
TO JEFF A-hello. scott and I hope your hospital tests go ok.stay healthy
please we care about you!
TO PETER IN AZ-hello. thanks for liking our posts. we appreciate it!
TO BUZZY-I liked your last post. more please.
TO GUY-hello .scott and I saw the jet li movie “kiss of the dragon” also.
it was good. thanks for telling everyone about the toilet scene.
TO CARMALITA-hello girl. congratulations to you and jake on your
engagement.thanks for liking my stories. plus when I entered the mensroom
it was so quick and everyone was so busy nobody noticed me.plus you are
right I do have to be careful of weirdos and all thats why I am going to
do what fellow poster steve said and go with my boyfriend scott whenever
I go to mensrooms,especially in big public places.thanks for caring. plus
scott is big all over like jake(scotts a bodybuilder and I lift weights
with him) but he usually pisses alot only early in the morning. or just
when he drinks alot of liquids.be well my friends.
TO JOHN (VT)-hello. thanks for always liking my posts. plus my story a
year ago when I had a log in the mensroom at a baseball game happenned in
the sameplace as this story-yankee stadium.be well john.
TO LINDA GS-hello girl. glad to see your ok after the accident. scott and
I wHere some of your well wishers. thats good the babies are named lynda
and kendal. plus dont grrrr about school because it might be grrreat! be
well dear.
TO RJOGGER-hello. thanks for liking my posts and your invite. you are
such a kind man! scott appreciates your kindness towards me! be well.
TO JANITOR BILL-hello there. loved your post.I wanted to say that I
always bang out my enormous logs in malls,department stores,baseball
parks,even in front of my boyfriend scott and leave my logs there for
others to see!more so then not people get aroused when they see my
super-log stuck in the pan! plus the lady in your post was rude but I
think she might of been trying to thank you in her own way by leaving her
huge log in the bowl for you to see!I tell you bill if you think she can
shit you havent seen anything yet! my biggest log so far is 28 inches
long .3.5 inches thick.my logs are always enormous I should sit in front
of you on the toilet seat so you can see how huge it grows out of my
ass!I shit in front of my boyfriend scott too! my boyfriend scott is
still amazed my logs grow soooo large. he absolutely loves having a
girlfriend who can have super logs in front of him like this!!be well.
TO LOUISE AND STEVE-hello my friends .thanks for liking our posts. scott
and I like yours too. by the way steve I think you would like to see the
jet li movie ” kiss of the dragon’ it has plenty of karate action in
it!plus I will take your advice on scott going with me to the
mensroom,especially in huge public places. you can never be too careful
these days. thanks for caring you guys! I appreciate it!plus I thought
your story was sexy when you picked up louise in your arms as she shit in
the bowl as you then held her over the bathtub as she pissed in it.wow! I
thought scott and I only did this Stuff because we do it too! when my
parents are out of the house sometimes I call scott over. when scott
comes over I lead him to my bathroom where we both strip nude as I jump
into his arms as scott lines me over the bowl as I squeeze real hard as
an enormous,horse sized bowel movement comes slowly out of my quivering
ass. I then push harder as my log grows bigger and bigger. I th! en push
really hard as my log goes into the bowl. onetime we did this I had two
gigantic torpedoes in the bowl. which landed in huge splashes into the
bowl. it was sooo great and scott was soooo turned on! we had some real
fun after all of this!!!haha.be well my friend . scott and I will take
your mensroom advice seriously. thanks for caring about us. we care about
friends on this site also. bye now. and so long all!love ,kim and scott
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Matthew
This is in response to Jakob’s observations about guys grunting. I once
sat next to a college student who let out the most interesting little
sounds. As he dropped about a dozen small hard balls he let out these
little high pitched moans. It must have been intensely pleasurable for
him from the sound of the little moans. I have never forgotten that
experience, even though it happened perhaps fifteen years ago. I’ve never
since heard little moans like this.
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Lawn Dogs Kid
LINDA GS: Welcome back babe !! Thanks for the returned smoochies. So you
hoped we weren’t too worried about you. Well, I tell you, with all thats
happened to Kendal this past few months and the troubles you’ve had, I’ve
been on permanent worry alert ! But, now you’re back, and now Kendal
lives with me, I think I can relax a little ! Kendal isn’t here at the
moment. She has been with her Grannie and Grandad for two days, the ones
with the high toilet and the furry toilet seat ? I went with her to see
Thomas, Kate and Emily, but decided to come home when she went to her
Grand Parents. They only have a two bed house, and they don’t really like
the idea of someone sleeping in their sitting room, and the very idea
that Kendal and I could share the same spare bedroom …. ! So, I’m back.
Kendal will be back tonight after her two day stint, but whether she will
be too tired to read or not will remain to be seen. I suspect if I tell
her it will be worth her while, wild horses wo! n’t keep her away ! She
already said how she will cry when she sees your name, but as for your
news about the names of the new babies… well, I shall make sure there
is a very large box of hankies in the room !! You did say your Cousin
would explain the choice of names later, but I see there hasn’t been any
posts, unless they finished up deleted of course ! Tell him to include
some good nappy stories, or stories of Elena at the toilet post birth.
Then he’ll be able to get away with some “extras” in the post, like why
Elena and He have chosen the names they have ! Well Kendal and I will
very much look forward to your Cousin’s post. Now Linda, you go off and
take over the nappy duties so Cousin can come and post straight away !!
Kendal is just going to love swapping nappy stories with you. Oh, and it
sounds like your visit to the toilet, the one you nearly regretted, is
worth posting about ! Linda, its so good to have you back again. Hope
you’re recovery continues, and b! ad luck about having to go back to
school so soon ! Especially as we are both on holiday now !! More
smoochies, babe, XOXO
RIZZO: You’ll be pleased to hear that Kendal got me to change a couple of
nappies for Thomas. The first, a wee one, was pretty easy I thought, and
having watched her skillfully change nappies for three or four times, I
thought “there’s nothing to this” ! And there wasn’t. I sailed through
that change no problem, until I picked Thomas up afterwards, and the
nappy fell off again, much to the hoots of laughter from Steve, Kate,
Emily and Kendal !! Yes, Thomas’ nappy changes are still very much an
entire family event. The second one, a pooey one, well… lets just say I
left that to Kendal before I was sick ! Sorry, I think I’ll pass until I
have my own ! Love Andrew.
Kendal, Emily and I nearly got caught in the bathroom together by Kate
while we were away. Kate is not into bathroom things at all, unlike her
sister Emily ! Kate had been outside with a friend of hers, or so we
thought ! I had already had my wee with the two girls watching, and then
Emily had been, and Kendal had just sat down when we heard Kate call from
her room. Kate and Emily’s seperate bedrooms share this one bathroom.
Fortunately, the door on Kate’s side was pushed to although it wasn’t
closed. I dashed out into Emily’s bedroom, and sat on her bed just in
time to see Kate come through the bathroom door on her side. When she saw
Kendal sitting on the toilet, she immediately apologised, but then told
her off for not locking the door on her bedroom side. She didn’t say a
word about Emily being in there as well. I guess Kate is used to Kendal
and Emily going to the bathroom together by now. But it was so funny when
she looked through the wide open door on Emily’s side! , and saw me sat
on the bed. She opened her mouth wide and exclaimed at Kendal, “You left
the door wide open with Andrew in there !”. Kendal replied “So ?”. “Soooo
??”, “So, he could come in and look at you !”, Kate went on. Kendal
simply replied “Well he isn’t. He’s sitting on the bed, and I trust him.
He wouldn’t come in without asking and not unless I said it was alright”.
“Said it was alright !”, retorted Kate, “When would it ever be alright” !
And with that, Kate shut the door, much to my amusement. Apparantly,
Kendal was none too pleased, but not wishing for Kate to find out what
all three of us have done together before, she bit her lip. Later, Kendal
told me “We are really going to have to be careful when Kate comes to
Devon in a couple of weeks”. I agreed. We also agreed not to be
disappointed about not being able to see each other on the toilet while
she is in Devon. Because, despite Kate’s mannerisms where the toilet is
concerned, she really is a lovely girl, an! d we will both so enjoy
having her and Emily to stay. Kendal and I both respect her views on
these things. And with Kirsty added to the mix in a couple of weeks as
well….. well, lets just say that my ears are going to be working over
time !! I must remember to go and get them syringed, so as to maximise my
hearing potential !! Especially when Kate goes to the toilet ! Well, she
won’t know will she ?!
LISA: That was a great story about weeing behind your Mum’s car. It must
have been the most strange experience having to wee in your drive way
knowing that your toilet was probably only a few steps away behind a
locked front door. You obviously haven’t got neighbours who can look
over, or have you ? Hope to see you here again some time. I know Kendal
will love to read your story. She likes wee stories, especially ones like
you told.
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Jane
Kim: That was some performance the other day in the mens room at Yankee
Stadium. I would not have been as brave to do it so nonchalantly in a
place like that.
RJogger: That was an interesting story about being in the bathroom and
listening to your co-worker on the other side of the wall. At my home
office the mens and ladies rooms are on opposite sides of the elevators.
At some of my clients’ work sites the mens and ladies rooms are adjacent
to each other, and a couple are so quiet that, if you’re in one of the
bathrooms by yourself, you could make out some of the noises on the other
side. One time I was in the ladies room at one such place, and I could
hear someone grunting and panting on the other side, as if the guy was
straining to poop. Then he released such a huge fart that it echoed even
in the ladies room.
Buzzy: Yes, you continue to confirm the theory that hot weather makes
people poop more. That’s some binge you’ve been going through the last
few days.
Jeff A: How’s it going? A belated Happy Birthday to you! I hope you get
well soon.
Gruntly Bogwell: That was a funny story about you and Vicky. My older
sister Beth, who was a leader of a Babysitters Club type group when she
was a teen, told of one story of when she was sitting with a very bratty
nine-year-old who wouldn’t let her use the bathroom unless she let him
watch her. She finally let him, but not before she pooped in her pants.
When she pulled down her jeans and panties, a big piece of poop slid out
of her panties. She proceeded to do a major dump in his presence.
Carmalita: That was some session you had with Jake the other day. It was
especially funny when you sat in his lap when he was sitting on the
toilet and let go one of your patented farts. Gary would never let me do
that in a million years.
Alana: Just wondering, why do you let so much poop build up and leave it
without flushing? I remember one time in college when I had to go to the
bathroom while I was in the library. I went to one of my favorite places
to dump, which I have mentioned in earlier posts, went into a stall only
to find that someone had taken a tremendous dump and left it in the
toilet. I was a bit desperate, so I flushed and hope it would all go
down. Luckily, everything did go down. I lifted my short denim skirt,
pulled down my white panties, and proceeded to do a dump just as big. I
flushed the toilet three times while seated that time.
Quick hellos to Michelle in Louisiana, Rizzo, Renee, Dr. Poop, Phillipe,
Althea, and everyone else.
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Donny
I gave myself an enema last night. I put about 1/2 gallon of water up my
ass and held it for about 20 minutes while lying on the bathroom floor. I
then sat on the toilet and spewed it out. First, a round of brown water
and then mush, then more water and a huge amount of poop. I sat there
reading for about 15 minutes while wave after wave of liquishit poured
out my ass. What a cleanout. I know from experience that I will have more
to shit after I get up from the toilet, so I take a shower after an
enema. Sure enough, after 10 minutes in the shower, I got another cramp
and knew I had to spew. I just aimed toward the drain and let it fly.
Brown water and shit all over the wall and tub. I had to take some time
to rinse it all down. I also had to clean under the toilet seat and the
bowl splatters. I opened the windows to let out the stink. I feel better
after a good cleanout even though I hardly ever get constipated.
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PV
CONGRATULATIONS MALITA!!!!
I just got back to the board, and found you’re engaged to Jake! I’m so
delighted for you, darling, and I just know it’s going to be wonderful.
You’re really one big family now — and I was very touched by Renee’s
comment that Jake’s daughter was “sleeping inside her.” I smiled very
warmly at that!
Your poopscapades are as charming and delicious as ever, and I know they
will be for a long, long time to come. With performers like the women of
that household, Jake is a very lucky man, and Little Malita is going to
grow up in a unique and “earthy” environment. There’s one little
seniorita who’ll not be toilet-shy, rather an important skill for life!
Hugs from your redhead sister in the far south latitudes,
PV
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Friday, July 28, 2001
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Althea
Jenny and Nr. Noname: We are glad to have you always.
Casey: I had a friend in grammar school with cerebral palsy. She was a
sweetheart. Only, we were not in the same class. We were in 4th grade.
One day we were walking the hallway to the toilet. She was on her
crutches. I had time to kill. I had to urinate, only. She told asked my
to hold her crutches. We entered a stall. I first took my piss. It lasted
30 seconds. I let down my dress, pulled up my panties and did not flush.
Then my pal independently lifted her dress, pulled down her cartoon
character panties to her knees and sat. She asked me to stay. Her behind
sat forward on the seat. I saw from the back a series of five pieces of
doo-doo plop/splash into that elongated bowl. That was not all. She let
out a loud fart. Both of us giggled. She then asked my for toilet paper.
I gave her three wads and she wiped herself good with each. She thanked
me for keeping her company. We left our bodily products in that bowl and
the stall door open.
Jane: Research my earlier posts. When I was very young in elementary
school, I had an attack of diarreah in an airport. I was meeting a new
cousin. I was in the women’s toilet at least 3 times. Boy, did it scare
me. The cramps were murder. It was unexpected, only I was in Sunday
School that morning and felt horrible. But, I did not say anything.
Michelle in Louisiana: I used to experiment with my grandmother’s
Metamucil. In grammar and high school, I never was constipated. I would
put it in juice or water and results were amazing. After summer camp, I
wanted to return to normal. So, I took a dose, just one. One morning
after breakfast, I had to got the urge. I slid down my gym shorts and
white panties and let a comic book keep me company on the toilet. WOW!
This is cool I thought. I never thought a bowel movement could be so
good. With no effort, three pieces of doo-doo 12 inches long evacuated
easy. They were dark brown. As I sat reading Spiderman, two more short
pieces plopped/splashed out. I was in no hurry. I was a 12y/o with time
on my hands. When I was finished, I wiped my behind and that was the end.
Until afternoon.
Later in the afternoon, I was watching television when another urge
happened. I took another comic book and repeated the same ritual. This
time two six inch pieces evacuated with little effort. As I was reading
another urge happened and when I pushed, a load of soft doo-doo evacuated
for 20 seconds and I farted. My grandmother asked me if the Metamucil was
working. I told her, if she only knew. I kept regular after that and I
took the stuff frequently. I wanted the adventure.
In high school, I was held up to ridicule by some older girls. I was in
girls gym toilet. I was constipated. But, I had to go and I was bringing
out this foot long piece. It was thick as a policeman’s nightstick. I was
behind a stall door. My red gym shorts and blue panties were at my
ankles, visible under the door. One girl said she would never put her ass
on a school toilet seat. One time in 9th grade a girl was making #2 in a
bathroom with doorless stalls. We were in a converted boys bathroom. I
came in for a piss. So, I lifted my skirt and slip, brought my pantyhose
and panties to my knees. It was a short less than 10 seconds. The girl,
Veronica was sitting for awhile. I knew she was shitting. It was not the
first time, I saw her shitting. Some other girls came in were giggling at
her. Veronica thought they were funny. But, we all were friends.
Julie: You and Lucy have excellent taste in your underwear, red and pink.
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Has any one ever seen any strange bathroom habits when going to someone’s
house as a kid or while babysitting?
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Nik
Lee- The reason it may take so many wipes is propably because poop inside
your anus keeps leaking out. You really shouldn’t wipe so hard that you
start to bleed. I’m no doctor, but to me that seems like a pretty good
way to get hemorhoids so it’s propably better just to get a little on
your underwear than risk major pain later in life. It’s not a big deal,
this happens to everyone sometimes and is one of the main reasons people
wear underwear. I personaly will stop after the 5th wipe.
Althea- Was the custodian surprised about you taking a dump or was she
just surprised to see you in general?
Jane- Ah, the auto-flush toilets. I’ve had a few experiences with those.
I usually don’t even know it’s an auto-flush until after I get up to
check the bowl. It’s scares the shit out of me (not literally) but
afterwards I like to have fun with it. I’ll make it flush over and over
until someone gets irritated and tells me to knock it off.
The toilet at work was broken today and weren’t going to have it fixed
until the next day. What’s worse is I was working from 12:00-8:00 today.
Sure enough, not an hour into my shift and I need to move my bowels. I
knew I could this one for sure but it was really uncomfortable and if I
hold it for too long I lose the urge and end up constipated for a few
days.
By 2:30 I knew this was going to be a very long day if I wasn’t allowed
to move my bowels. I took my lunch break at 3:00 and went to a restaurant
to eat and shit at. I seated myself and took my order and then went to
find the restrooms and what do I find? “OUT OF ORDER”. It was insane. I
went back and ate my lunch and got back to work so I wasn’t late.
I knew by now this one wasn’t just gonna go away. This was going to bug
me until I let it out. The hour between five and six seemed to take
forever. And the urge seemed to increase a lot after eating lunch. I
couldn’t imagine lasting 2 more “forevers” so I finally pleaded with my
manager that I really needed to poop and could I go to another store to
releive myself. He was reasonable and said I could.
I clocked out and left but unfortanaly all the stores in that strip mall
were small and had no public restrooms so went across the street and to a
Target. I looked all over the store but couldn’t find anything so I asked
one of the employees and he told me they were at the front of the store.
I don’t know why I didn’t notice when I first got in.
When I got in there were 5 stalls. A woman was in the middle one grunting
and plopping so I took the one to the right of her. She had blue jeans
and pink panties rolled down to her white tennis shoes. I pulled my black
pants down to my ankles and my panties to my knees. Just as I sat down
she finished and flushed the toilet, washed her hands and left. I peed,
stopped, and pushed. The tip emerged and I could tell this was a big one
and would require much pushing. Somebody else came in and took a stall. I
couldn’t see her feet and all she had to do was pee but she farted loudly
afterwards.
I pushed quite hard and strained. Some more of it emerged and someone
else came in. I couldn’t see her either but she apperently needed to
change a panty liner and peed. I was dissapointed again. But while she
was in there I was straining quite vocaly. The turd slowly came out and
splashed in the water. The other one came out much easier with only an
occasional short grunt and ploped in the bowl as well. I peed some more
and was done. I felt releived. I got up and there were 2 large turds in
there. I wiped and flushed, leaving lots of skid marks in the bowl.
I got out at the same time as the other woman did. She was in her
mid-twenties, moderate build and height, with short blond hair. While we
washed our hands she said “sounds like you were having a hard time in
there. Must feel a lot better now.”
“you don’t know I said. I had to hold that for so long,” I said.
“Yeah I know the feeling,” she said.
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