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Friday, October 10, 2014

I Pantypoop

School Panty Poop Prank 

When I was a sophomore in high school me and my friends were pretty crazy, we would always give each other dares and we would take them very seriously. One day my friend Leah came up with an insane dare. She said that one day in the following week she would ask me to poop in my panties at any given time in the day, immediately when she asked! I immediately said no, and said that I would never do that. She just replied that her and my other friend Abby would stop being my friends for good. I pleaded them to change it, but I finally had to agree to do it.

On Wednesday they decided to strike. It was probably due to the fact that I was wearing my really short skirt on that day. We were on our way to lunch when they decided to tell me to do it. So I reluctantly did it. I started pushing slowly, and I felt really scared doing it right there, walking through the hallway with people everywhere. The poo slid right out of my butt hole and touched the seat of my panties. It was a solid log. The poo kept coming and curled up in my undies. I hoped that it wasn't too obvious looking like a large softball sized lump in the back of my Disney princess panties. I asked them if I could go and change out of them, but they immdeiately told me that I had to go to the lunchroom with them also. They chose the table with all of the hottest guys in our grade! Even worse, they made me sit right anext to my crush. Luckily Leah sat on the other side of me, and Abby sat across from me. I put my lunch bag in the table, and took out my sandwich, but Abby immediately grabbed it. Without thinking I lunged across the table to ****** it back. But Abby and Leah had other plans. Abby took a roll of duct tape and grabbed my hands. She quickly taped my hands to her side of the table, leaving me bent over the table with my dirty butt in the air!!! And if that wasn't bad enough, Leah lifted my skirt up above my waist exposing my filled panties to everybody, and shouted "eew look, Kelly pooped herself!" at this point the I was crying my eyes out, and everyone in the cafeteria was staring right at me. Then, Kelly yanked my undies up giving me a huge wedgie. This smeared the poo all over my bum and was totally utterly humiliating. I asked her to put them back down and she responded "sure". And with that, she tugged them down to my knees. It took the teachers a few more minutes to figure out what was going on, before they came over and cut my hands off of the table and escorted me to the school office. I switched schools the next week, and I haven't talked to my "friends" since
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Monday, August 4, 2014

Tina closet poop

Koreangirl...don't be afraid! If you dont mind cleaning up. I do live on my own so I dont mind doing these things...its a thrill! Just try it once, itll be fun, I promise :) 

Last night I decided to try some different places....although I am running out of idea. Suggestions please! I felt some minor cramping in my stomach and knew pretty quickly I would have to release. Earlier that day I had been cleaning mycloset and had a bunch of old clothes i planned on tossing. I went back to my closet and decided to pee on them i pulled my pants off and got naked from the waist down. I did a high squat over the clothes and let my pee hiss and splatter on the clothes below me. I didnt plan on it, but a soft piece of poo accidently slipped from my butt. I lowered to floor and got down on all fours and relaxed, letting logs plop from my butt. I always moan when I poop, it feels so good! I pushed a little more, looking between my legs as the pile grew taller. Alittle more pee dribbled out and I was done. Easy cleanup, I was throwing th clothes away anyhow! 


2 year old regressing?

A couple of things to report here. Had an explosion of diarrhea the other day that simply splashed into the toilet. No farts or anything, just poured out of me. Haven't had much else go on bowel wise. Just some mushy poop and REALLY foul gas that still stinks 10-15 mins afterwards. 

My friend told me that her son is going back to NOT pooping in the potty again. He was in underwear full time but now is in underwear part time, diapers the other 50%. Yesterday they just got back from a water park so he was wearing a diaper when she mentioned he doesn't poop in the potty anymore, that he will pee in the potty but ask for a diaper when he needs to poop. Almost right on cue, he started standing kind of stiffly and walking funny so we both knew he was pooping. We both asked him if he was going poo poo and he lied and said no and started backing away from us. I made a game out of it, checking his Cabbage Patch doll's diaper and said "Nope, it's clean. Do you need a diaper change?" Both his mom and I could smell it so his dad took him upstairs for a bath. Any clue why he won't use the potty? 

Emma b

Pood in my bin

I was 12 at the time and after a week of holding it I got home from school bursting for a poo. I knew it would block the toilet so I went to the bathroom and had a wee but held my poo which wasn't easy seeing as I was about to poo myself. I took a toilet roll to my room and closed the door which I never do normally. I squatted over my bin and pushed out the biggest poo I'd ever done and it was so relieving. I wiped my bum and threw the paper in the bin and tied the bag up and took it out for the dustmen. Later that evening my mum was tidying up and she found the toilet roll in my room and the bin bag was missing. She asked me what I'd been up to and my face burned red as I realised I was busted. I told her I did it to avoid the toilet getting blocked and she thought it was hilarious. She said I was silly resorting to that and next time to just poo a bit at a time and flush in between. That's what she did. I thought, eew! Too much information.


To Korean Girl

My grossest dump ever….? 
I think I was 11 and walking across the woods towards my home. I needed a poo and there was a tree with an inviting branch, so I dropped my shorts and underwear and sat on the branch. I immediately dropped 4 large turds and they were almost white! I felt shocked….but another turd dropped out quickly and it was even bigger and just as white. That made me panic and I decided to hold the rest in hoping that with time it would change color. I can't remember whether it did or not. But now I regret not finishing the motion there and then. I feel that I would have dropped at least a dozen large white turds if I had stayed longer…. 


Hey. I'm a 13 year old boy. Yesterday afternoon, I was in my room when I heard my sister Sophie and her friend come up the stairs and enter the bathroom that's just on the other side of a paper-thin wall from my room. I heard someone sit down on the toilet and begin peeing. It was a very strong stream that kept going and going.

After a bit, Sophie said, "Hurry up. I really gotta go." Her friend was still peeing and replied, "I'm going as fast as I can. But I was holding it in all day." The pee stream started to die down but didn't fully stop for probably another thirty seconds at least.

I kept listening as her friend finally finished peeing and stood up, letting my sister sit down. She too started peeing a gusher, but it shortly followed by a big splash. A few more heavy splashes came, then she was done peeing, and several more plops came after. Then she began wiping herself.

She flushed and both of them washed their hands and left the bathroom. I waited until I heard them go into my sister's room and headed to the bathroom. Immediately upon entering I was hit by a strong earthy poop smell. I lifted the toilet lid to take in the full experience and noticed a thick brown streak down the center of the toilet.


Caught on the Toilet

Megan- It sounds like you had another satisfying dump, can't wait to hear more. Do your turds usually slid out pretty easily? Do you ever have turds that hurt a little bit as they are coming out? 

Hi all, I finally have a toilet related story to share. This past Monday I woke up and shortly after eating breakfast I had to take a dump. I went to the bathroom and since my roommate was not home I left the bathroom door open. Well I had forgotten that my landlord was going to be coming by that morning to fix the washing machine. It just so happens that our washer and dryer is in a closet right next to the bathroom (Horrible luck). I did not her my landlord knock due to the fact that the bathroom is on the other side of the apartment. So I sat down peed a little bit and had just started to push out a big log. I heard the landlord announce himself and I froze. I have a somewhat large bathroom and the toilet is on the opposite side from the door. Definitely not within reach of the toilet. I couldn't get up off the toilet cause I had a big turd hanging half way out of my ass. My landlord comes around the corner before I could say anything and sees me sitting on the toilet. I sat there with a 'deer in the headlights' look for a bit. He turns away and starts apologizing up and down and then leaves saying he'll come back later on. I then finish my dump and flush. Later on when he came to work on the washer it was a little awkward. Hopefully I'll have more stories to share in the future. Thanks for reading. 


30 something male

@ Jasmin K

I would really advise you to try these stool softeners very soon. 

Although I might get a bit excited sometimes when it comes to stories from girls/women straining when pooping, I think you might run into medical trouble if you don't do anything about this. 
And I don't think that would be to anyones benefit. 

I think something should be done now you're still young, and relatively healthy, I guess. 

I recall one story in which you said that some red tube-like piece of tissue came out of your anus, which retracted when you were finished, is that correct? Tell me if I'm wrong. 

I think you are developing a proneness towards a "rectal prolapse". (Google is your best friend) 
After all those years of straining so hard you're almost litterally pushing your guts out when you're trying to poop. 

Now, don;t be affraid, I've never heard of cases in which the entire itestines came out, but there might well come a point when this red piece of tissue won't retract anymore, when you're finished pooping. 
And than you'll be in need of surgery to correct the weaknesses in the tissue in your anal area. 

So please, why won't you make it a bit easier on yourself, and avoid mmedical procedures that you shouldn't need? 

I wish you health, Jasmin K.. 

Btw: What is your weight? Are you heavy built, of slim? 
Remember that overweight might be a contributing factor when it comes to (chronical) constipation. 


the other day i was shopping and i felt the urge to poop. i went into the girl's room and i saw there were four stalls. i went in the second stall, closed the door, undid my belt and dropped my jeans and pink undies to my ankles. i noticed that the toilets were kind of small and the partitions under the stalls were pretty high, so one could easily see a person's ass sitting on the toilet if they wished. i didnt mind so i sat down and began peeing then i farted. then someone came in. she took the stall at the far end. i was a bit upset because i hoped she would come sit by me! i could hear her drop her shorts and sit on the toilet then i remembered the high partitions! i looked under the stall sneakily and sure as i thought, i got a great view of her long legs with her jean shorts and purple undies down at her cute Osiris shoes and the side of her butt all the way from my stall! she looked great sitting there, then i heard her start peeing. i decided then was a good time to start crapping, so i pushed out a couple turds which made loud splashes into the tiny toilet. i looked under the stall again and saw the girl was still sitting there so i guessed she needed to poop too. she had great squishy-looking thighs and thin calves, it was a great body structure. her legs were also really long so she almost looked like she was squatting sitting on that tiny toilet, with her knees up a bit. then to my delight i heard a couple of rapid plops from her. she started tapping her foot and she scratched her ankle. i felt so lucky to be watching this beauty making on the crapper. then i heard a loud fart that cut out really quick as i assumed she stopped it in embarrassment. i could just imagine her face getting red, so i quick tooted myself to make her feel better. i think it might have helped because i heard more poop drop into her toilet. i also finished up my crap as i heard the girl grab some toilet paper and wipe her butt. i decided to do the same then we both pulled up our clothes and flushed. we met at the sinks and i said hi and she said hi back. i felt so excited about watching that beauty poop and i really wish i could have gotten her number.

Punk Rock Girl: Great post as always! Was it one of those situations where you couldn't turn back after entering the porta potty? I can't trying to dump while holding the door shut would be very comfortable. But hey, if you've gotta go, you've gotta go! :) Looking forward to seeing more of your posts, you're one of my favorite posters on this site.

Megan: Sounds like you really had to go! I'm glad McDonalds didn't give you any hassle, a corporation as big as them sure wouldn't be missing out on any significant profit allowing you to see through to poo. :) Looking forward to more of your posts!

Today I took a huge, refreshing morning dump. I woke up feeling pressure in my rear, so I made my way to the bathroom, and sat on the toilet. I immidiately blast a loud, long fart, simultaneously blasting the bowl with loose poo. It only took one push to get everything moving. A long, smooth log ejected easily from my butt, finally breaking off after curling around the bowl a couple of times. Relieved, I stood and wiped three times, feeling nice and empty, ready to start the day!

That's all for now,

Happy pooping everyone! :)

Marrissa: only when I take pysllium.
Cady: that would be when I would leave assembly. I would not care.
Shy Girl Angela: I hate to #2 at school. I never did until a GED test and then in college. Many walk in on me it does not bother me in church, theaters, dept. stores, college, parks, libraries. My bowels are always soft and loose. I talked to girls of all ages while on public toilets.

Cady, you had a nasty virus.
Frank: When I was a girl in Barbados and Haiti, I used to have pee contests with boys and girls outdoors or in indoor toilets. If I wore a dress, I wore no slip or panties. I had them here in the US, at camp and in parks. I could squat and pee with the best of them.

Shy Girl Angela

Trying to poop in public

In my last post I told the story of ny first public poop. So since I'm starting college in a year I decided I need to get over my shyness of going in public. On tuesday I decided to go in public again so I went to a bookstore about 10 minutes from my house. It was not to hot nor cold so I decided to wear turquoise skinny jeans and a plain white v neck t-shirt. As soon I got there I went directly to the womens bathroom. When I walked in, there was an older looking lady washing her hands and someone with white vans and her dark blue jeans and purple underwear at her ankles in the first stall. There were 5 stalls in the bathroom and 3 were taken. The first stall, the third and the end stall. I decided to take the second stall and quickly entered. I quickly lowered my jeans and my white thong to mt knees and seated myself. By the smell of the bathroom the women in the stalls next to me were depositing a #2 to the toilet. The lady in the third stall flushed and pulled up her clothes as well as the one in the end stall. I started to pee hoping that these ladies would leave as I felt shy. The two people left so it left me alone with the girl in the first stall. I started to push out my poop while the girl next to me made no noise. I knew that she was shy like me as well and didn't want anyone to hear her go. After a minute my poop dropped and made a loud sound. I was so embarrassed but it helped ease the tension as the girl next to me also dropped some poop. I still felt more in me so I decided to continue sitting. A couple minutes later another women entered the bathroom and took the third stall (the one to my right). I then saw her blue shorts and black panties at her ankles and I heard her fiercely pee. I knew I wouldnt be able to produce more so I started to wipe and so did my neighbors. The girl in the first stall pulled up her dark blue jeans and purple panties and I finished wiping. As I exited the stall I saw the dark jean girl washing her hands at the sink and that's when I recognized her. She was a brunette girl about 5 foot 4 inches who most guys though was hot.She's in my grade but I never really talk to her as she is in the popular crowd. We both felt pretty embarrassed knowing that we had poop next to each other but we said nothing and continued with our day. As I was leaving I saw her rejoin her boyfriend and I went to start my walk home. Well that's it for now and hopefully I can have more stories about pooping In public. 

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Punk Rock Girl great story as always. 

To: Korean it sound like ate something with a lot of food coloring in it blue to be precise that's the most logical answer and I look forward to your next post thanks. 

To: Tlana great story it sounds like that was a pretty busy bathroom and I bet all the girls and women who were pooping had good poops and you did to. 

To: Jemma as always another great story about your desperate poops it sounds like you just made the first time and I look forward to your next post thanks. 

To: Emma B great story it sounds like you had a really good cleanout and felt amazing afterwards to and I look forward to your next post thanks. 

To: Megan great poop story. 

Well that's all for now. 

Sincerely Brandon T 

PS. I love this site 


Kelly Re: morning surprise

Interesting story, I wonder if you had a dream about pooping and it just manifested. 

Today after work I took a huge dump. It actually started yesterday night, though. I had gotten ready for bed and was laying there when I realized I kind of had to poop. I couldn't be bothered to get out of bed and go to the bathroom, so I ignored it and went to sleep. But then this morning, my urge was nowhere to be found.

I went to work and then was driving home when the need came back, big time. I pulled into a gas station and luckily their bathroom was one where you didn't have to ask for a key. I went in, and it was filthy, but I was far too desperate to care. I plopped myself on the toilet and released my hold. My entire dump came out in one long, thick coil. That's unusual for me, I normally have several shorter pieces over many minutes.

I didn't have a chance to flush mid-way through like I always do, and so when I looked in the toilet after wiping, I saw it was hopelessly clogged with a huge turd that looked almost like a brown anaconda. I didn't feel too bad about leaving the toilet clogged though, because the bathroom was already disgusting as it was. Maybe that will force them to actually clean the bathroom, lol.

Yesterday I was in the gym. Seeing as it was quiet and the facilities are pretty good and quiet, I just decided to get changed and shower in there.

It's an open changing room, it doesn't have changing cubicles or anything. it's just benches where you get changed and there is one toilet attached on to the wall. it was in a cubicle but there was no door. I suppose it was designed for conversation maybe?

When I came back from the workout the changing rooms were empty. I took my clothes off till I was nude and walked over to the toilet for a pee.

I sat straight down on the freezing cold pan. I was desperate for this pee so it came out straight away. it was a strong stream which lasted a long time. it stopped and as usual a little fart popped out. I wiped my front, stood up and walked out.

As soon as I walked over to my bit of the bench, I heard the door open. I thought 'great'. In walked a young mum who was maybe around my age and a little boy (around 5?) in a karate suit. I was like 'butt-naked' at the time and she stopped suddenly and said "I'm so sorry do you mind if I bring him into the loo with me?" I just smiled and said "no go on". She had her hand at the side of her son's head so he didn't look at me.

The mum had blonde hair and was wearing a floaty, knee-length pink dress and had sunglasses on her head.

I assumed that it would be him that needed the loo. But they both squeezed into the cubicle and the mum went on the toilet. She reached up her dress and pulled her white thong to her ankles. her son started picking this up and saying "is this your panties?" she looked embarrassed an said yes while trying to shoosh him.

She made sure her dress was out of the way before sitting her thighs on the seat. I saw her hesitate as she felt how cold it was. her son was just watching her and when she began to pee he said "mummy youre doing a pee-pee" she was gently saying shh and nodding to him.

He was only a little boy and was watching the pee fall out of his mother into the pan. I could hear the stream hit the bowl. By this point I had put my bra and pants on. the boy tried to turn round a couple of times but was reminded by his mother to "stop looking at that lady"

The mum finished peeing and her son asked if she was finished and was holding her hand and attempting to get her to walk away. she told him that she wasn't done yet. He was looking between the gap in her thighs to see what she was going to do next and I was actually wondering myself.

I was listening fairly closely. I heard a crackle and glanced at the mothers face which looked stressed. At the same time, a little ploop came from the bowl to which the boy worriedly said "mummy why are you pooping?" the mother didn't know I was listening as closely and very quietly said to the boy "mummy just needs a little poop". I don't know what he had against her doing a poo but he started crying slightly and said loudly and shriekingly "NO not here! we still have to go to the shops!" she replied very softly with "exactly, that's why I'm doing it here so that it's done". He was grabbing her hand again and saying "no you can do it at home where there's wipes for your bum!" as he was saying this I heard a little bit more fall from her bum. she replied with "I'm a grown-up though darling, I don't need wipes to wipe my bum, I can clean all the poopoo off with toilet roll". I think she had accepted the fact that I knew she was having a poo. The boy continued sobbing and said through tear filled eyes "but your white panties will have some poopoo on them and be dirty" she shrugged this off before him saying "you're wearing a skirt and your bum will be smelly and when I'm walking with you i'll smell it from under your skirt". She then said "I promise my bum won't smell of poopoo and I won't get any on my panties, I'll wipe until my bum is spotless and you can say when it is"

He seemed satisfied with this conclusion. she said to him to keep him entertained "you can count how many poopoos I do". I knew every time she did a piece as he shouted a figure out. She must have felt fairly un-comfortable because the son had his hands on her legs and was staring between her legs waiting for some poo to drop.

She seemed to be doing a fairly 'girly' poo which wasn't overly loud and wasn't smelly. the one exception to this was when she farted out some air before belching out a noisy lump of poo which made a splash in the water and to which the son shouted "7". By this time I was putting my tights on. I had rolled them up so I could step into them and the boy quickly asked his mother what I was doing. She answered him with "she's putting her tights on darling". he then questioned what they were to which she replied "ladies wear them on their legs to keep them warm". having just discovered them he went on to ask his mother if she wore them. she answered with "sometimes I do. I wear my black ones to work" the reason this conversation was interesting is because it became evident that there was a hissing noise from between the mothers legs during this time and this hosiery concentration deflected his attention from her toilet habits.

She rolled some loo roll and wrapped it around her hand to wipe her bum. she did this 4 times where she took it out and looked at it herself before depositing it between her legs. she then wiped a further 6 TIMES before showing the last one to her son and it looked blank from where I was. He said "let me make sure its not dirty" she looked hesitant but she shuffled round to reveal her round, tanned, toned bottom. the boy approved and waited as her mother wiped her front.

she then pulled up her white thong and dropped her skirt before taking her son and washing her hands.


My Squatty Potty arrived

So I've been trying to squat every time I take a dump. Not always the easiest thing to do. So I ordered a squatty potty step on line and I just used it. I LIKE IT ! 

Although I still am quite comfortable squatting on the seat, the squatty potty makes it easier to get up there. My butt is still on the seat, though. And I find that when I squatted on the seat, I could just move my clothes out of the way a bit, with my new SP, it is probably easier if I simply remove my trousers and briefs. And shoes, of course. 

No body has seen it yet. It sits tucked under the toilet so most people can still sit like usual when crapping. Someone will be by this afternoon to walk my dog, and I wonder if he will use the toilet and notice it. Maybe I will give a demonstration! 

Today when I woke up I felt I REALLY had to go so I took my morning trip and took a pee. I waited for the poo, but it never came. I got up, wiped and continued my day. Around 3 hours later, I felt something HUGE inside of me. Eager to have another BM (I like them) I ran to the bathroom and sat down. I waited, but the log was stuck. I pushed and felt nothing. Frustrated, I spread my cheeks apart and pushed harder. I felt my butt becoming sore, so I stopped, and wiped. I continued my day, feeling the huge log inside of me, until I couldn't take it anymore. I waited until my parents and sisters were asleep, and sat on the toilet. I then felt a sensation in my bottom; like before you poop, your body pushing it out. I sat down and had a large fart. I felt the huge thing still inside and pressing down. I got a mirror and saw a slight bulge dropping down, and at that point I knew it would be a huge one. I grunted, "NNNGGghh..." And felt my face turn red as I strained. My body pushed it down more and I felt my anus stretch wider than it ever had. The tip of my poo was coming out! I felt it and it was hard. I look at it through the mirror, and as I did that I took a rest. The poo began slipping back inside, so I pushed again and again, praying for it to come out. I felt the head begin to come out again, and it slide out about an inch or so. I looked into a mirror and was shocked to find a HUGE log sticking out of me; probably 4 inches thick. I saw my bum hanging down and the bulge was just incredible. IDK what made it so huge but I was scared it would be too big to push out. I grunted and pushed again, "Hnnnng!" It slid out around 2 more inches and then stopped. I could felt a bigger part of it inside and I groaned at the thought. I farted and pushed as hard as I could. While I strained, the poo slid out 2 more inches. Then it stopped. I spread my cheeks further apart, and felt it was thicker inside of me. I hoped it didn't get any bigger. My anus burned and stretched as I tried pulling on the hard log. I managed to pull out the thickest part, and it dropped into the toilet. That was the most memorable shit of my life.

Hope u enjoyed!!

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Emma b

Petrol station relief

My driving test is on monday so I've been practicing in Claire's car every day. We stopped for diesel this afternoon and as I was filling the car up, I noticed a young woman of about 19 filling her car at the next pump to ours. She looked anxious and worried as the fuel went in and when after her car was filled up she ran into the shop a bit oddly as if she needed the toilet really badly. When I went in to pay for our fuel, the girl was at the front of the queue and typing in her pin into the gadget. She looked very uncomfortable and was red in the face. She a 
asked for the key to the toilet and the assistant handed it over. I watched as she snatched the key from him and ran off into the toilets holding her bum. I felt sorry for her being so desperate but also glad she'd made it to the toilet in time. 
The queue was quite long and it took ten minutes to get served. The woman was still in the toilet when we left the pump and I decided to check the tyre pressures and levels on the car for peace of mind. It took about ten minutes or so to do all that and everything was fine, so I got in the car ready to drive off. I noticed the woman was returning to her car as I started up and she looked happy now and relaxed. I was pleased for her making it in time because I know what it's like when you're desperate to go. I bet she felt a lot better for that. 

Near miss/ Right decision

I've been constipated for about four days untill this morning when I woke up with a very urgent need to empty my bowels. My stomach was churning and I ran to the toilet holding my bum. I felt so desperate I thought I was going to poo myself but I didn't. When I got to the toilet I threw my bum down onto the seat and relaxed. I released a huge and very relieving fart and peed a fair bit but no poo. I was sure some diarrhoea was on it's way so I sat on the toilet for a while untill I felt another urge to go and pushed. My bum hole opened up and a ball of poo about the size of a golf ball plopped into the water and I pushed again. I farted but no more poo came out so I gave up and wiped my bum. There was hardly anything on the paper so I flushed the toilet and got ready for work. 
When I got to work I started to feel the urge to poo getting worse but I thought it was just more wind. I held it because I was at work but after half an hour it hurt too much to keep it in so I went to the toilet and I'm glad I did. I sat down and expected to be farting up a storm but it was l lot more than that. A massive amount of brown sludge poured out of me and what a relief. I stayed seated for a minute or so as I still didn't feel empty and pushed again. Another big load of mushy diarrhoea poured into the toilet and then I was finished. I felt so much better for it and five pounds lighter as well. I wiped a lot and flushed the toilet but it left some bits spattered around the pan so I used the brush to clean up and flushed again. I washed my hands and exited the toilet feeling embarrassed that by now everyone knew I was having a huge poo but at least I didn't do it go my knickers. 

Blind Freak

Advice for Christa

Your mother does have a point regarding switching from Pull-Ups to diapers at night if you are a heavy nighttime wetter. You are aware of what's going on and able to change soon after any accidents during the day, which means you only need something like a Pull-on that's capable of holding one wetting. But at night you are asleep and might not be aware enough to wake up before you overload the Pull-Up and leak. First of all, even though a traditional taped diaper might be embarrassing, it's certainly better than the alternative if you aren't able to fix the wetting problem. Second, most youth and adult diapers are far more absorbent than Pull-Ups and will be far better alternatives if changing immediately, whether at night or during the day, is not an option. Not only are they thicker, but they have more padding to whick away the urine if it overwhelms one area of the absorbent padding. I would skip Depends though if I were you, and go with something a lot stronger and more reliable like Tranquility, Molicare or Abena. You might not be able to find these in stores, but you can get them on line. For better or worse, I'm giving you this advice from many years of experience during my high school and college years. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I really do hope you are able to get this issue resolved in short order. But until then, it's always best to be prepared and protected. 

Steve A

I'm Back: Updates And Special Work Toilets

Hey everyone, sorry I haven't posted for awhile, I've been busy with work and stuff but now I got a mini vacation for 4 days and I now can catch up on all of the stories on here. Everything has been going great for my bowel habits lately. I now like to drink coffee with some sweetener and some sugar in it and it helps my bowels stay on track. I don't have any interesting bathroom related stories at the moment, but I hope to have some in the future. I may have some stories during the 1st quarter of the school year because we have some kinda far away football games to go to since everyone in the marching band at my school including me perform at halftime there. Some people, including me, had some experiences during the last 2 years during marching band season. The most memorable experience I had was posted as my very 1st post here on Toilet Stool, (My 1st story is on page 2265 if anyone wants to read my story). 

At my work place, some of the toilets have an option of pushing the flush lever up for using less water to flush if you only have to pee in the toilet or pushing the flush lever down for a full regular flush. I think it's to save on water and not to be wasteful about flushing if you only have to pee, but there are urinals in the men's bathrooms but some people feel more comfortable if they use a stall, even if they only have to pee. It was interesting that the toilets at my workplace had that option. I have never seen that on a toilet flush lever before. So, that's what's going on with me now and I will post again. 

Punk Rock Girl

Man oh man it's been a while. Busy busy busy!

Only toilet related story of note in the past few months happened at a fair this past weekend. I was in a porta potty taking a dump. The latch to lock the door was gone, so I just held the door shut while I was crapping. Of course, the moment I took my hand off the door to roll off some TP, the door opened and this middle aged man looked me right in the eye.

Me, not being the type to get easily embarrassed, kind of just sat there like a deer in headlights. The guy said, "Oh, Jesus!" He slammed the door shut. I yelled, "Sorry, there's no lock." I don't know if he heard me.

I rolled off paper and wiped my ass with one hand while holding the door shut with the other, not as simple a task as it sounds. After pulling up my shorts and exiting, the man was still standing there waiting his turn. He mumbled an apology to me and I again said I was sorry and warned him about the missing latch. My girlfriends and I then laughed about it as we made our way through the rest of the fair.

Well that's my exciting story. Hope all is well with all of you and your bowels!



korean girl

reply to tina and question and story

@Tina those sound like exciting places to go to the bathroom!! I have never done this before. I almost took a dump on the floor once but chickened out. Maybe I will try again!! 

I also have a question for everyone here!! What is the grossest dump you have ever taken??? I already posted mine here it was the oily mushy pepper pieces one. It was yucky but was exciting to have an unusual poop!! There was another gross poop I have not told about!! I ate a whole box of fruit cereal then a few days later had to go release it. I went to my bathroom and pulled my skirt up and my panties to my ankles. I started pushing out a soft sticky one. I went to wipe and was surprised my poop was blue!! It was blue!! blue!! I looked in toilet and the entire poop was blue!! 

Mung Bean

Dear Christa

I haven't seen a post from you in awhile, I hope you're still around. I just wanted to let you know that there are guys out there who will cherish you regardless of your potty problems and autism. They may be hard to find, but never give up! One of the downsides of this board is that we can never meet, but I am one of those guys. Be strong! 



Full-up bathroom

With all my child care work, my time is pretty fully filled between now and when I start high school next month. My dad jokes that I'm making way more money then he did in the 1970s when he was in high school and laying sod full-time in the summer. 

One of my newest assignments is for Gil. He's 7 and lives in a really nice house on the other side of our city. They have their own backyard pool which really saves me since I got kicked out of our neighborhood pool and on days when Gil's parents are out of town, I ride my bike over there and spend the day and sometimes overnight if it's too dark for me to ride back home. The ride takes me about an hour and its great exercise. I'm teaching Gil to ride better, too. I start my ride over at 5:30, just as the sun comes up and stop at about halfway to have my morning poo in a large park bathroom that is larger than in my neighborhood. There are six stalls, each without a door and each set of three are directly across from one another. There are four sinks (actually three because one is partially broken off and leaking)at the far end of the room. 

So I pedaled faster to get on the toilet ASAP because I was shooting off a lot of gas and knew my poo was ready. The seat for the first toilet was up and I started to drop it, only to find there was some dried poo on it. Across the aisle, the seat was down so I dropped my shorts, got up on it and seated myself. Within a couple of minutes, I heard a door slam and a woman in a brown uniform came walking in and took the stall next to mine. There was a loud blast after a couple of minutes and she apologized to me. I was surprised because she was so free with her conversation. About loading her truck with packages at 3 a.m. and having to drive to a nearby city for a day of deliveries. Then a lady about 10 years older then me came in, seemed a little awkward as she saw us, and quickly took the far stall on our side. She dropped her jeans and underwear rather slowly and then turned toward the stool and you could hear her pull off toilet paper and then wipe off the seat. What surprised me, however, is that she pulled off more and you could hear her line the seat with it. Then she sat on her ass-gasket. The delivery lady greeted her, too, and started a conversation. I had dropped two soft logs, each about six inches, and took my first wipe when two high school girls came in with backpacks, which they took off and threw up against the stall divider. They looked a bit embarrassed, but I think the conversation we had going on helped them feel more at ease. They quickly saw how the first seat was dirty, so they took the two right across from us. 

I tried not staring at them, because I don't like to be stared at, but each dropped her jeans and thong and once seated, started to wee. I heard a couple of plops from one of the stalls too. One told the other to hurry up because they still had a mile to walk before their summer school started at 7 a.m. It seemed like one said something about not being able to be excused from class for a bathroom pass being unconstitutional. One of the girls took out a cigarette, lit it with her lighter, and flicked the ashes into the front of the toilet bowl as she sat. She said something obscene about one of the teachers or principals, but I couldn't fully catch what she said. 

I was the first up. I flushed, went over and washed my hands and resumed by trip to Gils. When I bounced back onto the bike seat, my bowels sure felt better. 

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Tina great story it sounds like you both had great poops outside and I bet you both felt great and refreshed afterward to and I look forward to your next post thanks. 

To: Jessica (AZ) great set of stories it sounds like you really had to poop and just made it in time to the toilet and it sounds like your mom must've been pretty desperate to and great story about you and your friends it sounds like Amy must've felt pretty good after getting that big poop out and I look forward to your next post thanks. 

To: Dreet great story it sounds like you got a really great show. 

To: Cady it sounds like you had a stomach bug. 

To: Yukari great story about your big poop. 

To: Althea great story. 

To: Jasmin K great story. 

Well that's all for now. 

Sincerely Brandon T 

PS. I love this site 

Thursday, July 10, 2014


desperate poo at services

Friday evening me and my husband went up to Skeggy to visit family. 
on the way up i suddenly felt desperate for a huge poo. 
i held it in until my husband realised as he does and stopped at the services. 
i was so desperate it was difficult to walk clenching my butt cheeks together. I had such a ???? ache as i was due to start my period & i always get a ???? ache before i start, 
he waited outside while i joined the busy cubicles & took one, pulled my jeans & black knickers down & immediately let out 8 loud loose plops a wet fart followed by another 5 of the same. About to pull off the loo roll i then released unexpectedly another 3 runny plops. Wiped 6 times. 
i was in there 10 mins all together. I flushed leaving a lot of skidmarks & a horrendous smell & washed my little hands. 
On my way out my hubby asked all about it so i told him to which he patted my bum & gave it a quick massage, & we continued up to skeggy. 
on arrival 2 hrs later i was desperate for another poo in which i had 16 plops all in quick succsession. I then started my period later that evening. 
More soon J x 

Emma b

Massive work poo

I've been constipated since monday morning and on wednesday evening I tried to go for the third time that day. I took a laxative just before I went to bed and hoped it would be working by morning. When I woke up no thursday morning I tried to go again but still no luck so I took another dose me laxative. For good measure I had a full litre carton me orange juice and a big bowl me bran flakes for breakfast. I got ready for work and left the house to walk across the road to meet Claire. She already had the L plates on the car so I drove us to work to get practice for my test on saturday. We got to work fifteen minutes later and by then I was bursting for a poo. I ran straight to the toilet and just made it in time. I exploded mushy poo into the toilet for several seconds and it felt so good but it wasn't over yet. I pushed and out came another huge load me mush and it was incredibly relieving. The wiping took a while and when I flushed there were huge skid marks left below the water. I couldn't leave it like that so I cleaned the toilet with the brush and put some domestos down. I went into the shop feeling embarrassed because everyone knew I'd done a massive poo but the relief was definitely worth it. 

Justin & Shelbi- I poo once or sometimes twice a day, and almost every time it is eating lunch or dinner that triggers it for me, just because it fills me up I suppose! Justin, my poo almost always smells a little, it is very rare that it doesn't smell at all, although it's not usually particularly strong. Spicy foods like curry usually makes it smell worse, and quite often make them bigger, too!

Today it was after lunch that I needed to go, too. I grabbed a sandwich while I was out, and not long after I was wanting a toilet for an urgent poo. It wasn't long before it was really wanting to come out so I needed to find a loo as soon as possible. I knew there was a McDonalds nearby so I headed there hoping I could nip in to do my business and not get told 'customers only' by the staff!

By the time I got there I was getting desperate so I quickly walked in and headed straight for the toilets, drawing a couple of looks from one or two of the staff, but luckily none of them said anything! I went into the ladies. I took one of the two cubicles and quickly pulled my jeans and yellow knickers down as I sat.

A soft log quickly came out with a plop, followed by another and then a loud fart. I pushed out two more before I was done, feeling a lot better when I left!

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Monday, July 7, 2014

Giantess Fart Fantasy by GirlFarts027

Michael had gone to school with Lauren for all 12 years of his schooling. He had always found her attractive but he never felt that she would be interested in him. The two had been friends but Michael had wanted to he more than friends. One day, while waiting for his driver's ed class to start, Michael had spotted Lauren at the corner of the hallway. She had motioned for him to come towards her in a seductive matter. Lauren had been shaking her large ass while she had turned around to Michael. Michael's eyes had lit up.
"Hey Lauren, what's going on?" Michael had asked.
"Oh nothing," Lauren responded. "I've just always found you attractive and I have this fetish that I would hope you would want to take a part in."
"What would your fetish happen to be?" Michael replied.
After responding, Michael was shrunk down to the size of a doll.
"I've always wanted to shrink you down and fart all over you! I know you want me to because I checked your browser history on you laptop when we hung out last," Lauren said in a seductive tone.
Just as she finished, Lauren put Michael in her hand and brought her towards her ass.
"Don't worry about the smell of my farts. Since I'm a sexy sorceress, I can make my farts smell like, or have the effect of, whatever you would like. Any suggestions?" Lauren motioned.
"Make them smell like the worst farts ever but make them so that I fall in love with them. I want to be able to sniff you asshole's magical farts without being able to faint or pass out!" Michael said very excited.
Michael finished his wish and immediately afterwards, Lauren let loose. *BRAPPPPPPPPPPPP* The enticing smell of Lauren's farts made Michael's dick erect. He started to get really hard.
"Giantess Lauren, will you place me inside your panties and fart on me directly?"
"Why only if you would like me to!"
Lauren then pulled her skin tight jeans down and placed him inside of her panties.*BRAPPPPP* Lauren let out another fart that pleased Michael just as much. She continued to fart on him for the next fifteen minutes. Michael became in love with not only her beauty and personality, but her butt and its farts. He began to kiss her anus and when she farted while he was kissing, he stuck his tongue out, licking her asshole. After Michael had continuously smelled, licked, and kissed Lauren's wonderful farts, she let out the loudest, longest, and smelliest fart the universe had ever endured. The fart last for 22 minutes and seconds. Michael could not believe that the girl of his dreams had fulfilled his and hers fetish fantasy.
"Giantess Lauren, will you please sit on me as well as fart on me?" Michael asked.
"Only if that is what your heart desires. I will not fully sit on you because I do not want you to die beneath my ass." Lauren said concerned.
"Giantess Lauren, if you could use your sorceress powers to make me immortal, then would you sit and fart on me?"
"Your wish is my command."
With a snap of her fingers, Lauren made Michael immortal. She then placed Michael on a chair that would be most comfortable for the two of them. Lauren sat down and after, let out a fart that rattled the walls. *BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP* After sniffing it all up, Michael made his final wish.
"Giantess Lauren, I would like you to release a fart on me that will end my life. I would like to die in the most blissful way I could possibly endure."
"I hope to see you in the after life."
On that note, Lauren released the fart that ended Michael's life. With a *BRAP* and a *BRAPPPPPPP* and a *BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*, Michael had recieved the fantasy he had always dreamed of. He would live through and die from the farts of Lauren in giantess form.

Friday, June 6, 2014

The Book of Scat bySeuler©

In the land of Pantipupia there was a winding staircase made of stone that reached up into heaven. It was forbidden for men to ascend the stairway. Yet one day Pantsby Brown did just that. To his surprise he met no resistance from the guarding angels that according to legend patrolled the staircase, and continued above the clouds, at last coming onto a landing. Before him stretched a corridor with a high ceiling and high arched doors down either side. He went through the first door to his right.

"What are you doing in the House of the Gods?" boomed the voice of the giantess seated on a porcelain throne with her white panties round her ankles.

Pantsby Brown prostrated himself. "Forgive me, Divinity. But I come to implore the help of the gods."

There was a sound as of a mighty waterfall as the giantess began to pee. "What do you want?"

"Divinity, the women of our world are unclean, for they fill their panties with refuse. O that the gods would intervene and teach them to be clean!"

"What you say displeases me, that the women are unclean. Therefore I will grant your request. I will teach them to be clean."

"Thank you, Divinity. May I ask your name?"

"I am Scat." She wiped her vagina dry with paper she had pulled from a roll mounted on the wall. "We must go at once. But alas! How am I to take you with me? I have no pockets in which to put you; nor can I carry you in my hand, for I am afraid I might crush you or drop you."

"Divinity, might I suggest that I ride in your panties? For there I might safely nestle in the cleft of your pudendum."

"What you say pleases me. But tell me first — what is your name?"

"I am Pantsby Brown."

"Pantsby Brown, I declare you my prophet. Climb into my panties and we shall go at once to Pantipupia."

The prophet of Scat ran across the tiled floor and flung himself face down in the gusset of her panties. He held on tightly as she pulled them up, only letting go once he was safely between her labia. She turned and suddenly he heard the sound of crashing waters. He did not comprehend that this was merely the flushing of the toilet, for in those days there were no toilets in Pantipupia. And while the crashing waters drowned out all other sounds, Scat passed flatus. Overcome by the stench, the prophet lost consciousness.

As Scat descended the staircase, men began to gather at its base, looking up into heaven and asking one another, "What does this mean? Who is this person? Until now no one has ever gone up or come down this staircase."

Finally she reached the bottom. "I am the great goddess Scat."

And men looked up her miniskirt and marvelled at her clean panties.

"I have come to teach your women to be clean." She dropped her panties. Pantsby Brown, having regained consciousness, stepped out of her panties. "Behold my prophet!" She pulled her panties back up. "He speaks for me. Everything he tells you to do, do. Someone give him a laptop that he may record my words."

A man in the crowd willingly gave up his laptop, and the prophet began typing.

"Hear me, men of Pantipupia! At the moment of creation, we gods built this staircase that we might come down and commune with men. But before long there arose a stench among you that hindered us from coming down. Not knowing what caused it and not wanting the stench to infect heaven, we posted angels to guard the staircase; but the stench soon drove them to retreat into heaven also. But now news has reached heaven that this stench is caused by the uncleanness of your women. For they foul their panties and walk around in their filth; and men, being base, have relations with them in their uncleanness. Listen to me, and I will teach you what is right." And thus she preached throughout the day and throughout that night also.

Shortly after sunrise she ceased talking and let out a long rumbling fart, and the earth shook violently. "Behold, it is time! Watch me, Pantipupians, and learn what you must do."

She dug a hole with her hands, uprooting trees and boulders. Sliding her panties down, she squatted over the hole. A mighty golden torrent issued from her vagina, and a lake began to form in the bottom of the hole. Again the earth shook from an explosive fart, and a perfectly-formed stool slid from her anus, splashing into the lake of pee. And the men of Pantipupia gasped in awe.

"Holy shit!" said the prophet.

"Alas!" cried Scat. "I have nothing with which to wipe my orifices clean!" Standing, she pulled up her panties. "But when you Pantipupians do this, you shall wipe yourselves clean with paper or rags before pulling up your underwear." She filled in the hole. "Behold, I have shown you what you should do. If any woman refuse to do likewise, her husband or boyfriend shall spank her.

"Yet it is not fitting that I should always defecate like this when I visit Pantipupia." She turned to her prophet. "You shall build me a throne like my throne in heaven, which your own eyes have beheld. I shall reveal to you its dimensions and the secrets of its plumbing and give you wisdom in engineering. And the men of Pantipupia shall help you. But come now, let us return to heaven; for I will not make such revelations in front of ordinary men."

She lowered her panties. Because she had not wiped, there was now a skid mark and a wet spot in the gusset. The prophet climbed in, and she took him up into heaven.

Her brother Sado met her at the top of the stairs. "Our father has called a council of the gods. Your presence is required."

And at the council her father, King of the Gods, asked her, "Daughter, where have you been?"

"I have been down in Pantipupia, teaching them to be clean; for I have found out the cause of their uncleanness."

"Is that so?" said the king. "Ever since man was created, no one has been able to find out the cause of his stench. But if what you say is true and you succeed in making them clean and removing their stench, then I will surely give you my crown. For I am old, and I do not have many years left."

"But Father!" said Sado. "I am your eldest. Your crown belongs to me!"

"My crown is mine to give. If Scat can do what no other god has ever done before, then she will have earned the right to wear my crown after me."

The king's words greatly angered Sado, yet he kept his silence. But from that moment he began scheming in his heart to undermine his sister's work in Pantipupia.

And the council went on for what mortals would count as many days; and the prophet grew restive, saying to himself, "Surely she has forgotten all about me! I shall perish down here!" And he stroked her labia that he might gain her attention. But she soon became wet, and then the prophet said, "Alas! Now I shall drown in her juices!" And he wriggled up between her labia till he came to her clitoris; and wrapping his arms round it, he pulled down with all his might.

The goddess groaned and pressed her thighs together, almost crushing him; and he squeezed her clitoris harder, thrashing franticly between her labia. She put a hand up her skirt and with a finger gently nudged him through her panties as a sign that she had remembered him. But the prophet misunderstood and thought that she was displeased with him and meant to crush him like an insect, and so he struggled more vigorously. Then she slid her finger under the elastic of the gusset and tried to dislodge him from her clitoris, yet she could not prevail against the prophet. And it came to pass that she climaxed, and a great moan arose from her lips, and all turned to look at her.

And when her father saw her with her hand up her skirt, he said, "Daughter, what have you done? This is not fitting conduct for one who might become Queen of the Gods."

"Excuse me, Father, for I have something urgent I must attend to." And she went to her private chambers, where she let the prophet out of her panties and chided him saying, "From now on you shall no longer ride in the cleft of my pudendum but in the cleft of my buttocks lest you do this to me again and disgrace me in front of my father and in front of the gods."

And the prophet stayed with Scat, and she demonstrated to him the use of her porcelain throne and showed him the secrets of its inner workings. And by the time they returned to Pantipupia, ten days had passed. And Scat said to those gathered at the foot of the staircase, "I see that you have put into practice all that I have shown you, for your stench is gone. Now you must help my prophet, whom I am leaving here with you, to build me a throne." And with that she returned to heaven.

Work began on the throne immediately. Word spread throughout Pantipupia, and men came from afar to assist in the undertaking. Soon a city sprang up at the foot of the staircase, and men named the city Scatia. The throne they built on a hill overlooking the city; and when all the work was done, the prophet ascended the staircase and told Scat.

They returned the following morning; and Scat consecrated her throne, pulling down her panties and sitting on it. She peed and, after farting many times, pooped. On top of the cistern sat a roll from which she tore several sheets of paper with which she wiped herself clean. Finally she got up and flushed, and all those gathered at the foot of the hill cheered.

"I am well pleased with your work," said Scat. "But your work must continue. My prophet shall appoint three orders of priesthood from among you to maintain my throne. There shall be one order of priests who shall ensure that there is always a fresh toilet roll on the cistern, another who shall ensure that my throne is always brushed clean and disinfected after I use it, and yet another who shall ensure that its plumbing never fails.

"And you shall build smaller thrones for yourselves. Every house shall have at least one throne like mine; and every business shall have at least two: one for women and one for men. And there shall be a sewage system which will carry away all your refuse out to sea." And again she returned to heaven, leaving her prophet behind.

The prophet wasted no time in appointing priests; and he appointed a woman to be High Priestess and said to her, "If anything should happen to me, you shall become Scat's prophet in my stead. For I have had a vision; and behold, dark times are coming to Pantipupia."

Around that time a woman named Panny Soila, her heart filled with wickedness, presumed to ascend the staircase; and the first god she encountered in heaven was Sado. She told him all that his sister had done in Pantipupia. "But many of us," she told him, "are unhappy with the new way of things. For we have always pooped in our panties, and before your sister came we felt no shame in doing so. O that you would intervene and deliver us from her tyranny!"

"Alas! I cannot intervene directly, but I shall bestow upon you the power to perform miraculous signs that men may know you have been sent by the gods. And you yourself shall speak on behalf of the gods, for you are a prophetess. Whatever is in your heart you shall tell the people of Pantipupia, and you shall make them obey you. And if you succeed in restoring Pantipupia to its former state, I shall make you a god like me. All that I ask is that you keep me informed of your progress and of my sister's doings in Pantipupia."

"So be it," she said, and descended the staircase. When she reached the bottom, she farted; and the sound was like a trumpet blast — for this was one of the powers that Sado had bestowed upon her. Hearing the sound, the men of Scatia came out to investigate; and they found Panny Soila at the foot of the staircase.

"Hear me, men of Scatia!" she said. "I have been appointed a prophetess to speak for the gods, for they have heard about the work of Scat and her prophet and are greatly displeased."

"What sign will you show us?" asked the men of Scatia. "Lest you deceive us with your words. For any man may say that he is a prophet."

"Behold!" said the prophetess, hiking up her skirt and bending over. A bulge began to form in the seat of her pale blue cotton panties.

"Sinner!" cried the men of Scatia. "See! She is defying the decrees of Scat. Let us spank her, as Scat commanded." And they took up the cry, "Spank her! Spank her!"

But the bulge soon grew so large that the men of Scatia became silent, watching in awe; and still it continued to grow. And the panties miraculously expanded to accommodate the extraordinarily large stool. And it came to pass that the gusset of her panties reached the ground between her feet and all the space between her legs was occupied with her poop-laden panties. Looking back over her shoulder, she said to the men of Scatia, "Don't just stand there! Come forward and see for yourselves that what I have done is no trick."

And they came forward and sniffed her panties. Some poked the bulge with their fingers and a few even peeled back the gusset or the waistband to look inside. "Now we know," said the men of Scatia, "that the gods have sent you. For no one could perform a sign like this unless the gods had blessed him. Tell us — what message do you have for us?"

Turning to face the crowd but still holding her skirt up, she said, "Thus say the gods: 'We are displeased that you follow the heretical teachings of the apostate Scat and her prophet, whom we did not appoint. For she needlessly lays on you a burden that you need not bear. Your women ought not to be ashamed to do what comes naturally, for thus the gods created them. From now on you shall heed neither Scat nor her prophet but rather heed our prophetess, for she will lift your burden from your backs.'"

"Tell us what to do, and we will do it!" shouted the crowd.

"Scat has told you that whatever woman does not defecate into a hole and then cover it up shall be spanked. Yet I give you a new command: whatever woman defecates into a hole shall be scourged with whips on her first offence, and on her second offence she shall surely be put to death. And when she dies her soul shall go to the dungeon of Sado, where her soul shall be bound in chains and scourged day and night for ever and ever.

"When a woman needs to defecate, wherever she is, whatever she is doing, she shall defecate in her clothes, as is natural. And men need not fear having relations with women in this state. Look at me now! My panties are filled with poop. Am I not beautiful? Does no man among you want me?"

The Mayor of Scatia stepped forward. Unbuckling his belt, he dropped his trousers and boxer shorts and began rubbing his erect penis against the bulge in her panties. And after he came, he got on his knees and crawled round to her front and administered cunnilingus through her panties. Thus was the Mayor of Scatia turned aside after the prophetess to do her bidding.

And the prophetess continued: "You shall cease working on the thrones that Scat has asked you to build in your houses and in your workplaces and on the sewage system that will carry your refuse out to sea. Moreover we shall tear down Scat's throne.

"Men of Scatia! You asked of me a sign that you might know that I was sent by the gods. Even so I now ask each of you to bear a sign of your devotion to me that all may know that you are my followers. Each of you shall come forward and grab a handful of holy shit from my panties and smear it on himself."

And many men from the crowd came forward and made themselves unclean, but a few fled and told the prophet of Scat what was happening. The prophet in turn told the High Priestess and sent her into hiding. Then he ascended the staircase to tell Scat.

Meanwhile the prophetess led her followers into the city. And although each of her followers had taken a handful of poop from her panties, yet the gusset of her panties still came down to her knees; and the load swung from side to side as she waddled at the head of her followers. Every now and again she stopped, lifted a leg and farted, heralding her passage through the city; and as people came out to see what all the commotion was about, the number of her followers increased.

The sun was setting when they came out on the other side of the city, and they ascended the hill on which Scat's throne was built. There they found the priests of Scat attending her throne; and the crowd rushed forward and laid hands on the priests, bringing them before the prophetess.

"What shall we do with these?" they asked her.

"Slay them!" she said. And so the priests of Scat were slaughtered in front of the prophetess.

Then men brought out ladders and cherry pickers and scaled the sides of Scat's throne; and armed with sledgehammers and picks, they chipped away at it. But soon cranes were brought up from the city, and wrecking balls completed the demolition.

Standing on the ruins of Scat's throne, the prophetess called out, "If there is any woman among you who needs to poop, let her come forward and stand before me." A group of about forty women came forward. "Squat where you are and relieve yourselves in your panties." And once they had done so, she said, "Now peel off your panties and throw them into the ruins of Scat's throne." And they did so. Thus was the site of Scat's throne desecrated. And the prophetess taught them many other perversions besides which are not recorded in this book. Emptying the contents of her own panties onto the ruins, the prophetess then sent the crowd away and ascended the staircase to tell Sado all that she had accomplished.

Meanwhile Scat's heart was filled with rage, and she longed to intervene immediately in the events that were taking place in Pantipupia. "But," she said to her prophet, "we shall go down in the morning; for I need time to consider what I must do, lest in anger I should do something which I later regret." Yet at this time she did not know how quickly the prophetess had acted and that already her throne had been destroyed.

That night Sado sent for his sister, and she visited him in his private chambers with her prophet hiding in her panties.

"Sister," he said, "welcome. I would like to congratulate you on your work in Pantipupia. For you have achieved what no other god ever has. Sit with me and have a glass of wine. And let us seek from now on to be friends."

At this time Scat did not know that her brother was behind all that the prophetess had done. Therefore she accepted his offer, unwittingly taking from him a glass of red wine laced with a potent laxative — for he had already heard of the destruction of her throne in Pantipupia.

When morning came, Scat made her way down the staircase with the prophet nestled in the cleft of her buttocks. As she descended, however, her bowels became increasingly unsettled. "Alas!" she said. "My sphincter weakens, and I am unsure whether I will make it to my throne."

Hearing this, the prophet lent his strength to the goddess, holding her sphincter shut with his own hands. "Do not be anxious, Divinity! For I would die rather than see you disgrace yourself in front of mortals!"

Scat hiked up her miniskirt, revealing white, strawberry-print panties, and began to run down the stairs. Now the men of Scatia had come out into the streets of the city to watch the goddess make her descent; and they said to one another, "Alas! The goddess has heard of our rebellion, and now she rushes down from heaven bringin
g judgement!"

But when she reached Pantipupia, she ran along the range of hills to the east of the city till she came to the place where her throne had been. And when she saw the pile of ruins, the forty pairs of soiled panties, the massive turd left by the prophetess, and the bodies of her priests, her fatigued anal sphincter finally succumbed to the pressure in her bowels; and the prophet, the strength in his arms having failed, became immersed in her excrement.

And seeing the crotch of her panties sag and turn brown, the inhabitants of the city erupted in raucous laughter, saying, "Look! She is no different from one of our women! What a hypocrite! She told our women not to poop their panties, yet she herself does the same!"

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Accident on the Interstate by Arthur Saxon

“Devil take this traffic!” growled Nathan Garrett as he stared at the rain-blurred brake lights of the SUV sitting just two feet in front of the front bumper of his green ’95 Oldsmobile. “What’s the goddamn hold-up?”

“Probably an accident,” said his sixteen-year-old daughter Megan, who was sitting next to him in the passenger seat. Slim and pretty, she was the apple of her father’s eye, particularly since her mother had passed away eighteen months ago. Her dark brown hair tumbled down to her shoulder-blades, and her winning smile and bubbly personality made her one of the most popular girls in her school. This evening she and her father were returning home from the state cheerleading competition, where she had, along with her team-mates, placed twentieth out of thirty-two high schools. This was partly due to her own error – a stumble that had thrown several of the girls off their rhythm. She was feeling miserable about this, of course, and she knew she would be cold-shouldered at school for at least a week by girls she normally considered friends.

Right now, however, something else was beginning to press on her mind. “Dad, can we pull off at the next exit and find a restroom somewhere?” she said. “I really need to go.”

“You’re kidding, right?” said Nathan. “The chances of us reaching an exit in the next hour are slim to none, I would say.”

Megan sighed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She was really getting quite desperate – she was not sure she could hold out for an hour. “Perhaps the radio will have some traffic news?” she suggested.

“Good idea,” agreed Nathan, and he tuned the radio in to the traffic report. Upon learning of a pile-up four miles ahead, he cursed in disgust. “We could be stuck here a while,” he said grimly.

Megan squirmed. “Dad, I really need to go!” she said urgently.

Nathan watched the rain bouncing off the hood of the car. “You want to go out and squat by the side of the road?” he suggested.

Megan looked out at the miniature river flowing by at the edge of the road. “You’re kidding! I’m not going out in that! And I certainly wouldn’t ‘squat’ in view of all these cars.”

Nathan’s eyes lit upon a bottle of water that he had brought for the journey. He lifted it to his lips and drained the last of it. “Here,” he said, handing it to her. “Can you manage to pee in that?”

Megan stared at it. “No!” she said. “For one thing, I’m not a boy and can’t aim that well.” Then she shrugged and turned away in embarrassment. “And for another, I don’t need to pee.”

Nathan was startled. “Oh!” he said. “Well for heaven’s sake, if it’s a number two, I’m sure you can hold out until we get home.”

“But that could be hours!” said Megan. “And I don’t think I can!”

Nevertheless, she tried. But as the next half-hour wore on, and they moved less than a car-length, her desperation increased until she was clutching at her abdomen in pain. “Dad!” she gasped. “I’ve got to go!”

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do about our situation,” snapped Nathan, who had been getting more and more irritable as the time passed. “You’ll just have to wait, unless you want to go out in the pouring rain and take a dump on the shoulder. Why so desperate, anyway? You used to be able to hold on for a week or something.”

Megan bit her lip. For as long as she could remember it had been her habit to wait as long as possible before emptying her bowels – her doctor had called her a ‘classic anal retentive’, which was to say that she was a neat freak, pedantic about the damnedest things, almost obsessive about things being exactly where they should be … and with a tendency to avoid defecating until she could wait no longer. Her parents had thought that she was cured of this – they had taken her to a specialist after one-too-many accidents in grade school – but she had merely become more skilled in washing her soiled panties on the sly.

Nathan found Megan’s silence ominous. “Just how long has it been?” he asked with a frown.

“Um … a while,” confessed Megan. She writhed in her seat, clenching her anus tightly shut against the enormous pressure threatening to force it open from within.

“How long is a while?” Nathan inquired.

“A … week,” said Megan, grimacing in pain as a new pain began to build inside her bottom. “Or so…”

“A week or so?” echoed her father. “Megan, I thought we’d fixed that habit of yours!”

Megan gasped in pain – she could bear it no longer. “Oh Dad, I can’t hold it!” she exclaimed. It hurt too much to keep clenching, so she eased off a bit, and straight away the rounded tip of a thick, hard poo began to poke its way out of her anus.

“Well try!” said Nathan desperately.

“It’s no good,” moaned Megan as her anus slowly dilated around the emerging turd. At least it wouldn’t get very far – her bottom was pressed against the car seat and that, at least, would prevent the accident from being too severe, even if it did not prevent her cheerleading panties from getting messy.

“What … you mean you’re … having an accident?” asked Nathan in disbelief.

Megan buried her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, I can’t keep it in,” she said, and she began to cry as her poo met the resistance of the seat and halted, having come out barely an inch. Immediately the pressure began to build again, and Megan realized she would have to let some more out, or the pain would continue to grow. She raised herself up off the seat a couple of inches, and her poo started moving again, creeping out of her rectum and slowly pushing out the fabric of her panties.

“Well you can’t just sit there and let it happen!” exclaimed Nathan. “You’ll mess the seat! Find something to put under you, at least!” He reached forward and turned the fan up to full blast, hoping that this would help to keep the smell to a minimum. He did not dare open a window – the rain was pouring down harder than ever.

Megan turned and looked in the back seat, but saw nothing that she could put underneath her bottom. Sighing, she eased herself down on to her left buttock so that she could lift her left hand off the seat. She unbuckled her seatbelt and carefully took off her jacket, while her poo continued to slide out of her anus into her white cheerleading panties. If they had been regular panties, she might already have marked the car seat, but these were of a denser material, with a wide gusset, a thick lining, and rather more coverage at the front and back than her normal panties.

She lifted herself further off the seat and slid her jacket underneath her, spreading it out over the entire seat area. Thank goodness it was washable! Then she sat down – or tried to. But six or seven inches of her poo was now tenting her panties away from her buttocks, and if she sat down the poo would squish and make an even worse mess. So she planted her hands either side of her bottom and held herself a few inches above the seat, though she quickly realized she could not maintain this position for very long.

Nathan was shaking his head. “I can’t believe you’re messing yourself,” he said angrily. “At your age!”

Megan’s lip trembled. “I’m sorry Daddy,” she said, and then the whole misery of her failure at the competition, her teammates’ accusing stares, and now this new humiliation of crapping herself in front of her dad, and his anger at her, all ran together in her mind and she burst into tears.

Nathan sighed in exasperation. Then he looked over at the bowed head and shaking shoulders of his lovely daughter, and he felt guilty for adding to her woes. “Don’t cry,” he said awkwardly. “I’m sorry I yelled. I know you’ve had a bad day and I shouldn’t be making it worse for you.”

“I’m … s…sorry I’m having an accident,” said Megan through her sobs. Her poo was now bending in the middle, arching backwards while it continued to emerge at a slow but steady rate. This meant that the turd was now the shape of an upside-down question mark, but the more it folded, the more compressed it became, and when it began to fold sideways as well its shape became less defined – a firm, lumpy bulge that slowly stretched her panties further and further down towards the seat.

Nathan reached out and patted her shoulder. “There, there,” he said. “Don’t worry about the accident. I’m not really angry with you, I’m just … surprised, that’s all.” Then, as she continued to sob, he said softly, “There, there … just let it all out.”

He was talking about her tears, but Megan, still feeling considerable pain in her bowels, thought he was giving her permission to empty her bowels completely. “Thanks Dad,” she said with a weak smile. “I think it will help.” Then she held her breath and gently pushed, speeding the expulsion of her poo.

Her arms were tired, though, and she was reluctantly coming to the conclusion that she would have to squish the poo in order to make a little room in her panties. So she gingerly settled herself down, and grimaced as she felt the hot stickiness of her poo ooze up her butt crack and forwards along her gusset. Then, still feeling very full, she raised herself up and drew her legs up on to the seat, settling into a kneeling position so that she was sitting on her feet, with her heels well apart to allow plenty of room for her panties to bulge out between.

All this maneuvering had caused her to clench her anus shut, pinching off the poo, but now she resumed pushing, and her anus opened once again to allow her compacted turd to slide out into her panties. This section was very knobbly and hard, and felt rather painful as it bumped its way through her anal sphincter. It met the mass of poo already in her panties and was diverted forward, bending a little as it headed for her gusset. After eight or nine inches had emerged, Megan pinched it off and took a breather.

Her father had tucked his nose inside his shirt in order to avoid the worst of the smell. “Looks like the traffic’s beginning to move again,” he remarked in a muffled voice. “You’d better get your seatbelt back on.”

“Oh shit,” muttered Megan. Then she blushed at her language. “Sorry Dad.” She pulled her seatbelt around in front of her and clicked it into place, while still kneeling on the seat. She started pushing again, and more of the knobbly hard section began to slither out. Then it halted as a particularly wide lump reached the end of Megan’s rectum and nestled against the inside of her anus. Grunting with effort, she bore down hard, and slowly the lump began to stretch her sphincter out to a diameter of two inches … two and a half … three inches… Her eyes watering, Megan gave a huge effort and pushed extra hard. The giant lump slipped through, followed by several inches of softer poo, and Megan panted in relief.

Nathan turned up the wipers and began to crawl forward, following the SUV. He glanced across and noted Megan’s red face. “See this is what happens when you hold it in for a week,” he scolded her gently. “Why on earth can’t you go every day, or at least every other day, like other people do?”

A rope of smooth, semi-soft poo was now sliding easily out of Megan’s anus, to her relief. “I know, I know,” she said. “I just … I don’t even like to think about taking a dump, so I generally don’t until I can’t put it off any longer.”

As she continued to fill her panties with softer poo, the front end of the nine-inch lumpy turd had become anchored in the middle of her gusset. Its upper end was now being pushed slowly forward by the growing mass of soft poo, which was hitting the largest lump and spreading out every which way from there. When the flow of soft poo stopped, the upper end of the knobbly section was positioned at the opening of Megan’s vagina.

Megan carefully unfolded her legs from beneath her – it was time she sat down again to make more room. As she gently lowered herself down, however, her father braked suddenly as the SUV slammed on its own brakes, and Megan found herself sitting down rather harder than she intended. As her bottom hit the seat, she gasped in shock – something had just slid right up into her vagina!

Feeling rather sick, she realized that it must have been part of her poo. She lifted herself quickly off the seat, but unfortunately the poo did not slide back out – it was firmly lodged inside her now. Reaching between her legs, she screwed up her face in distaste as she felt her lumpy, squishy gusset. As she pressed against one lump, however, she felt something pressing deep inside her cunt. She shuddered – only about half an inch of the poo was protruding from her vagina – there was no way she could get it out without removing her panties.

“Are you okay?” asked Nathan. “Something wrong? Apart from the obvious, I mean.”

“No – no, I’m fine,” said Megan, blushing furiously. There was no way she could admit to her father what had just happened.

The rest of the poo had pancaked around her buttocks, with only that one large lump remaining pretty much its original shape. Some of the softer poo had crept forward along her gusset as far as her clitoris – she could feel it oozing between her labia, which was totally gross.

There was more to come, however, so she tucked her feet back under her and got herself into a kneeling position again. Then she relaxed her anus, and gently pushed once more. After a brief rush of soft poo, she felt the consistency change again – now there were some moderate-sized, but fairly smooth, ball-shaped lumps squeezing their way through her anus. One of them was larger than the others, and she grunted a bit with the effort of popping that one out.

“You’re still pooping?” asked her father, hearing the grunt. “Haven’t you, I don’t know, relieved enough pressure yet?”

“You said I could let it all out!” said Megan.

Nathan’s brow furrowed, then the light dawned. “I meant you should let yourself cry!” he said. “I didn’t mean you should let all your poop out!”

“Oh!” said Megan, turning white. She clenched her anus to stop further expulsions. “I thought … oh no!”

Nathan sighed, and then shrugged. “Don’t worry about it,” he muttered.

“Oh but I was in such pain!” said Megan. “It feels so good to get rid of it. I promise I’ll try to be better in future about going more regularly.”

“Damn right you will!” said Nathan. “Well I guess you might as well finish what you’ve started, if it will help you feel better.”

“Thanks Dad,” said Megan gratefully. “These panties seem to be able to hold quite a lot.”

Nathan’s hair stood on end. “No details, please!” he exclaimed. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Megan smiled despite herself, then her face took on a look of concentration as she resumed pushing. The poo that was now emerging was firm, smooth, and not too wide, and feeling it slide through her anus was almost pleasurable. She felt it curling around beneath her buttocks, adding a lumpy layer to the already thick pad of poo that was filling the back of her panties.

She pinched it off and slid her feet out from beneath her so that she could sit down again. This time, as she settled herself gently down, she could feel poo oozing all the way up to her waistband, not to mention further forward along her gusset until her entire pussy was cradled in the warm mess. As she shifted her position, she felt a little tingle in her loins as the ridge of poo between her labia stroked over her clitoral hood. This was rather nice, so she did it again, and smiled with secret pleasure as she was rewarded with another tingle.

As subtly as she could, she gyrated her pelvis, grinding her pussy into the poo in her panties. This had two effects: first, her clitoral hood was dragged back so that her clitoris was exposed and caressed by the ridge of poo, and second, the poo in her vagina was pushed inwards a little, which caused it to slide over her g-spot.

A little moan escaped Megan’s lips, and she hastily turned it into a throat-clearing. Her father glanced across at her, but he did not look suspicious. Forcing herself not to make a noise, Megan began to grind her pussy into the poo with a steady rhythm, so that the poo in her cunt slowly eased in and out, gently fucking her while the ridge of poo along the middle of her gusset lavished delightful attention on her clitoris.

Her cheeks flushed red as she felt herself approaching orgasm. She closed her eyes and ever-so-slightly increased the pace of her gyration. Soon she was unable to prevent her breath from coming in gasps.

“Megan, what are you doing?” asked her father suddenly.

On the brink of orgasm, Megan was shocked back to reality and her eyes snapped open. “Nothing!” she said quickly.

Her father said nothing, but frowned and faced forward again. The traffic was beginning to move a little more steadily now – he judged that they might be home within the hour if all went well. He only hoped that the rain would stop, so that he could open a window and let some of the smell out.

Megan was desperate to climax, but she did not dare to try the same thing again. Instead she let her anus open up again, lifted her bottom off the seat, and pushed hard, so that a long, smooth sausage of poo quickly extruded from her rectum and curled up against her buttocks. This was followed by a rush of semi-soft poo which billowed out from her anus and filled every available nook and cranny, smoothing out the bulge in her panties and surging forward along her gusset to fill out the front of her panties. As it flowed over her clitoris, Megan felt like she was being continuously licked by an immensely long tongue. Her nipples hardened in her bra and the flush came back into her cheeks, but she forced herself to breathe normally.

She continued to push until the front of her panties were bulging so much that a little hill had formed in her lap, over which was draped her short cheerleading skirt. If her father saw that … well, it did not really matter, since he knew she was messing herself anyway.

She reached beneath her bottom with one hand, and cupped the bulge in the back of her panties. It was worse than she thought, hanging down several inches beneath her buttocks. If she sat down now, her poo would splurge out of the legbands of her panties and all over her jacket. Instead she tucked her feet back under her, and knelt with her heels right at the outer edges of her buttocks, supporting little more than her hips.

In this position she let out some more poo – a series of soft, squishy lumps that merged with what was already in her panties and merely served to make the sagging bulge a little more huge. Still feeling extremely horny, she reached between her legs, under her skirt, and felt around for the tip of the poo in her vagina. It was buried now beneath a mass of soft poo, but she sank her fingers into the nylon-veiled squishy mass until her probing fingers found the hard, round end of the knobbly turd. Pushing it inwards, she quivered with pleasure as she felt it slide deeper inside her, then she let it go so that it slid out a little, then she pushed it back in. After just a couple of minutes of fucking herself like this, she was almost at her climax.

But then, “Stop playing with it!” said her father. “For heaven’s sake, what are you doing?”

Frustrated once again, Megan sighed and withdrew her hand. “I was just making sure my panties aren’t leaking,” she said.

“Oh,” said Nathan. “And are they?”

“No, they appear to be holding it all,” said Megan.

“Good,” said her father.

Megan scowled resentfully for much of the rest of the way home. The rain had slackened off over the past few minutes, and as Nathan pulled into their driveway, there was only a light drizzle speckling the windscreen. He stopped the car, switched off, and climbed out. On the other side, Megan opened her door and very carefully stepped out. Her skirt was splaying out oddly on account of her massively bulging panties, and when she felt behind her she realized with a sense of fascination that the bulge was actually sagging below her hemline. She waddled slowly indoors, anxious not to spill any poo, but as she walked she could feel her panties beginning to slip downwards. Stopping in the hall, she reached back with both hands and held her splayed fingers underneath the enormous bulge.

Her father turned to face her. “I’m sorry if I was a little hard on you in the car,” he said to her. “This must have been an awful experience for you. I should have been more sympathetic.”

“That’s all right Dad,” she told him with a smile. “It was my own fault for holding it in so long.”

“Well,” he said, a little awkwardly, “I just want you to know … you’re still my princess.”

She threw her arms around him happily, and he held her close for a full minute before drawing back. “Now,” he said, “you’d better go and take a shower.”

Megan nodded, and she proceeded to climb the stairs slowly, cradling her bulging panties in her hands as she went. Upstairs in the bathroom, she stripped off everything but her panties, then she switched the shower on and climbed in when it reached her desired temperature. Finally alone with her poo, she plunged her hand into the front of her panties, her fingers sinking deep into her mushy poo, and she masturbated furiously until her entire body was shuddering in the most intense orgasm she had had for a long time.

Lumps of poo were falling from her panties as she gradually came off her pleasure high, and somewhat reluctantly she pulled them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Washing all the poo from her bottom and pussy, she stepped on all the lumps with her bare toes and mashed them into a liquidy mess, which she then swept towards the plughole.

It was not until she was nearly clean that she remembered the poo still in her vagina. She was about to take it out, when a delightfully wicked thought occurred to her: why not leave it in?

She finished washing herself, then she climbed out and dried herself very carefully, using toilet tissue to mop up the brown water which kept trickling down her inner thighs. Eventually this trickle stopped, and, wrapping herself in a towel, she brushed her teeth and dried her hair. Then she went back to her room, dropped the towel, and pulled out a fresh pair of panties. These were white silk, much prettier and skimpier than her cheer panties, and she put them on with a contented smile. Climbing into bed, she switched off her bedside light, turned on to her side in a semi-foetal position, and snuggled up to her favourite teddy bear, which she had had since she was six years old.

She could feel her knobbly poo still buried inside her vagina, and it felt heavenly. As she gradually drifted toward sleep, it vaguely occurred to her that her bowels were not quite empty yet. Smiling to herself with her eyes closed, she relaxed her anus and pushed. A soft poo, about an inch and a half in diameter, started snaking its way out of her rectum and into the back of her panties, and she sighed with pleasure at the sensation. Not firm enough to hold its shape very well, it curled up and squished together slightly into a soft, lumpy mass which, once fully expelled, slid partially down over one buttock. This did not feel very comfortable, so she reached back and pressed it between her buttocks again, and a little into her pussy. Then, sensing that there was perhaps a little more yet, she pushed as hard as she could. Sure enough another poo, slightly firmer and thicker, began to emerge. Megan pushed it out with steady pressure, using her hand to guide it along her gusset as it inched further and further forward. By the time it broke off, its tip was pressing nicely against her clitoris.

One last, long push filled the back of Megan’s panties with a shapeless mass of very soft poo, and, lying thus with her buttocks and pussy cradled in a delightful warm soft sticky embrace, she finally drifted off to sleep.


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