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Friday, March 31, 2017

Kayla

Kayla
Hi everybody! After my last post, a few people wanted to know how old I was and stuff so I'll just describe myself. I'm a 21 year old college student from Minnesota, I'm 5'7" and like, 140 lbs. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I have a thin build but I have a very big, and low-hanging boobs, that make me look thicker than I am. I wish I could say if I was attractive or not but I'm not sure. I don't think I am good looking, but guys do come on to me. I usually attribute it to my chest (which I really hate) and end up being scared away because I'm too insecure to find out if they're actually attracted to me. But enough feeling sorry for myself. I really like sharing my personal stories here, and also how open minded everyone at this forum is.

To wetguy- No my parents never found out. If they did I would probably be way too embarrassed to face them.

WetSuit- I clog the toilet quite a bit, but now I live by myself so I uncolg the toilet. But when I lived at home I plugged it up a lot too and my dad always fixed it. I was embarrassed but I would just stay out of sight. Not seeing his response to my poop would make it less embarrassing I guess

Lucki Sportz Fanatic- I honestly love the feeling of filling my underwear. I makes me feel like, "naughty," I guess. And it's a little weird that I like that feeling because I'm not a very kinky person.

King oF the Throne- Cool, be sure and tell the details of your poop. Don't you love the full feeling and the anticipation of a big load?

That's all I have time for now, but I have a couple more stories to share soon. I can't wait, I love to describe my secret enjoyment.
Bye All,
Kayla


OMG I love reading everyone's pooping stories. I have to admit that I LOVE pooping in my panties.....on purpose. Just the other morning I was laying in bed and I was so relaxed. I felt the urge to have to poo so I decided to lay there until I had to go really bad. About half an hour later the time had come. I had to go so bad that I could feel the poo poking out of my butt. I gently pushed and the turd was big. I had to push hard to get it out. It felt so good sliding into my panties. I pushed some more and another big turd started making its way out. I could feel my panties streching as my nice firm logs filled them. I was so turned on by it. I just layed there and pushed until I didn't have to go anymore. I had three big fat turds in my panties. The buldge was enormous. After a few minutes of laying there just enjoying the feeling of the poop pressed against my butt I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I carefully pulled my panties down and stepped out of t! hem. I emptied the logs into the toilet and flushed them away. Then I got into the shower to clean the rest of me off. They were such firm poos that my butt wasn't even dirty. This will definately be part of a regular routine for me. I got such a thrill out of it. I will post more later and keep you updated on how it goes.


Laura Beth
I am 18 and going to graduate from high school. This site is awesome. I take going to the bathroom very seriously. It is not requirement of life. It is an event. I pee a lot. I pee as much as 10x a day. Well, it helps when you drink a lot of water like I do. I live in NYC and go to a girl's prep school. That is all I can say. I am WASP White Anglo-Saxon Protestant, 5'11" 160 lbs., a little chunky, brown hair. I wear a blue skirt, sometimes with pantyhose and a white shirt for a school uniform I urinate a lot at school. I sometimes create a lot of foam. Daily, I go at 10:00AM without fail. Wherever I am, I have to go or I will be in trouble. I did wet my pants in elementary school between kindergarten and 3rd grade. I was embarassed to ask and I paid the price. My teachers and my mother told me just speak up and if I have to-GO!

My bowels are regular. Though, I evacuate long, thick logs. If I have the runs, it is when I am sick or something that I ate ran through me. Usually, I release a 12-16 log. There are times that I will release a soft movement.

I will tell you more about me.


Janet
Once When I was in college the sorrority I was in pulled pranks on each other every year, it was tradition. One year on April fools day (good timing huh?) I woke up in my dorm handcuffed to my roomate jane to my surprise. There was a note that said Sorrority sisters stick together! Me and jane walked around the dorm for about 15 mins trying to find someone with a key but know one had one. About ten minutes later jane kind of looked at me and I knew what she was thinking. I have to go to, I said. Jane was lucky because she only had to pee, but i had to take a crap and I ve never been so humiliated in my life. Because of the handcuffs jane had to stand like on me basicaly while i crapped.


Embarassed
I had the most embarrassing night of my life last night. I have a pretty strong stomach and I am very regular. Not many foods seem to change my bowel movements until last night. I have never even had an accident until now. I was driving home and had no urge to go poop, just alot of gas. I was continuously letting out farts throughout my drive and was hoping it would pass. I stopped to fill up my car with gas and while standing there let out another fart only this fart came with an explosion. I could''t even stop it, it just flowed out like a faucet. I was mortified, I know the person behind me saw. Needless to say I left drove home still going in my pants and waddled to the bathroom. I through out those clothes and spent another hour on the toilet. It gets worse, I was so exhausted from all that I went right to bed. I woke up hours later with diarrhea in my bed. I don't know why I can't control my bowels, this is continuing today too. I've had two more accidents. It just com es out without warning. I am so embarassed I don't know what to do. Does anyone else ever just loose control and not even wake up to
go to the bathroom. Please let me know, I am too embarassed to talk to anyone else, gotta get to the bathroom, here it comes. Help me. Bye.


Bob
Clauida just wanted to let you know I really enjoy your posts,
hope to read more of them. I have been fasanated by this since I was a kid. I can remember my next door neighbor used to have wetting and messing accidents very offten. I remember one time when I was about 12 we were all playing follow the leader just acting up a bit doing crazy things and there was a slide and swing set in her back yard. we were all to old for it but because we were horsing around playing this silly game we used it. We were all climbing the ladder of the slide as fast as we could and one after the other sliding down. I was right infront of denelle when all at once my friend started to yell at me as I was sliding down the slide. He was saying to hurry and jump off the side. well I did then I looked up and I don't think I will ever forget the site of Denelle squating at the top of the slide pee pouring out from between her legs. looking straight at me as her jeans turned very dark and soaked from the pee. I Was frozen there staring at her and as i watched I noticed the seat of her jeans as they puffed out in the seat I couldn't belive it this girl who had a crush on me was filling her pants right in front of me too. When she finished she slid down and made a real mess of her pants as I was watching her get of the slide there was a big wet and now brown stain on the seat of her pants she just kept walking when she got off the slide and as she went into the house she turned to see if anyone was lookinf of course we all were
I have been totally fasinated by this ever since funny how things that happen when were kids effect our whole lifes.


Evonne
1)What age group are you from? (ex. 16-25, 30-40, etc...) 30 - 40

2)How often do you poop? Every 3 to 4 days sometimes longer.

3)What is the average size of your poops? (length, diameter)
Usually 9 to 10 inches but sometimes as long as 14 inches. Diameter a bit more than 2.5+ inches.. On occation I have some short (5 inch long) really fat ones and I always have to strain even harder to get it to come out. When it is like that it hurts a lot.

4)What texture are your poops usually? (Mushy, liquidy, firm, rock solid, etc...) Usually firm to rock solid, bumpy, and the first part is big and hard... difficult to get the opening to stretch enough. Its always stuck right there trying to come out. I push and strain and it takes a while to get started. When it stretches me it hurts. And that makes me not want to go, so I often put off the urge.

5)Do you usually poop out logs, chunks, "snakes", or combinations of the above? Sorry to say usually hard very wide, 'logs' as you say.

6)How long does it usually take you to poop? at least 10 min sometimes up to 20 minutes.

7)What are the places like to take a dump? I wait til I get home cause I live in an apartment and my BF only comes over a few times a week. I usually try to go ahead and push it out if I know he won't be coming over. But if he IS coming over I wait and hold it for him, he likes to be in on the action.

8)Are you comfortable with a guy or girl watching you while you poop? Its ok if my BF looks at me. But its embarising when I have to strain a lot cause I scrunch my face up when pushing so hard. I think I don't look very good doing that.

9)Do you have to push a lot to let out your poo? Oh, I just explained that in the last question, yes. I always have to 'push a lot' as you say. Its the way I have always been.

10)When you take a dump, about how many poos do you let out? Usually 2 or 3. Just went a couple of hours ago and there was just one log this time. It was hard, as usual... and hard to get out.

11)Does it take very long for you to take a poo? Yes. (see above)

12)Do you voluntarily take a poo at the first urge, or do you hold it, or simply go when convenient? I wait to get home because I don't want to clog the ladies toilet at work. Also don't have to worry about making noises. At home I can make noises if I have to.

13)What foods make you take the biggest dumps? A hamburger with yellow pepper sauce (which contains Alum) and a big choclate milk shake makes me not go for about 4+ days. When I finally do go, its bigger than usual. Then its tough.

Hope this helps to answer your questions.



DeepCloudNine
Carmelita,
Just reading your last post made me hungry. lol. I'm not a fan of taco bell or anything, but I do like the authentic stuff you were telling us about, and I do like the after-effects it generates with all of the farting, etc. I'm a 20 year old white guy from Houston and my fetish is hearing and watching girls pee, your peeing stories are great, also, can you tell us about anytime you've had to pee in a cup at the dr. or any other container at anytime? thanx.
-Brian


South of Indy Dude
So much to post, yet so very little time. I've been really busy today, so I'm just gonna post a tiny bit this time.

I, after a lot of thought and examination, have decided that about 3 things brought on my fetish. First, a very Freudian mother thing. My mother has this bad habit of being a little TOO open about her habits.. She will go into the restroom while I'm standing right near it and just have a bowel movement with the door open. It's bothersome. Yet I believe somewhere in my early development, it has affected me somehow.

Secondly, the incident I posted last time getting walked in on. I think the shame and embarrasment of that caused me to think of it as "naughty" and "taboo" and because of that, I look at a girl having a bowel movement as "forbidden fruit". Something that is naughty.

Third and lastly, I had a few female neighbors when I was younger. I live near a lot of woods.. so we would often build forts. Never did we build a fort that these girls would not want a toilet in it. When we were younger, they wanted to build the toilets and use them... as we got older (around 11 or so..) I wanted to build the toilets... and then have them use them.. they did for a while, but started catching on, so I had to button up and make up a whole lot of lies as to not make them suspicious.

With these three aspects coming into play, plus a few others I have yet to mention, all happening in my most crucial years of development, I think that is the cause of my fetish. I'm often ashamed of it, but realize it's nothing I can control. That is why I'm generally pretty forgiving of people with strange and unusual fetishes.


man of science
Greetings everyone,

I have a couple of questions for all you survey-takers out there.

1. What foods do you find give you the biggest/smelliest poops? I realize this question has been addressed in surveys past, but I would like to know specifics, such as "Broccoli" or "Steak" instead of just "Vegetables" or "Meat".

2. Same as above, except for farting instead of pooping.

Since it's only fair to answer my own questions...
Chinese food tends to give me the biggest stools by far, especially dishes containing shrimp, and fried rice. For smell the winner would be spicy peppers, like Jalapenos.
Eating lots of baked good like breads and such give me the loud farts, while dairy products (especially cheese) make them smell horrible (b/c I'm lactose intolerant).

Thanks in advance for taking my survey, and happy b.m.'s to all!


Carmalita
Hola mis amigos,

We had a very interesting, but weird thing happen to us today after a run in the park. I'll tell it, but first, some replies:

METAMUCIL MAN: Unfortunately, I don't live with Patsy, Jake, and Renee anymore, so I don't get to see her that often. She is hot though. You might want to check out some of my older posts from about a year ago. I have more stories of her there.

TEDDY BEAR: Besos a ti tambien! Your Spanish is very good hon! The outdoor trip was very special to me. It was such a beautiful day, and everything was so perfect. The fishermen were a bit far away, but they could tell what was happening. It was even more fun knowing that! However, a couple years ago, I did a big one outdoors and some fishermen also saw me, but they were close and got a great view! I love your name Teddy Bear! Makes me wanna hug you!

HOLA RIZZO MI AMOR!: I have missed you soooo much!

BEACH NUT: Hola baby!

BUZZY: Yeah, it would be nice to run into you too in the woods. I've always enjoyed your woodland tales, especially when you've been out riding your bike. I love bike riding in the country. I really miss the talks we used to have on that subject too hon. No big deal about my name, baby.

BLACK CHAOS: Sweet words hon! I'm looking forward to hearing more about you so I can get lightheaded...

My sister Luisa is like me. She takes tremendous poos, and actually clogged my toilet yesterday morning with a hard log that smelled like it came from another world! Muy stinky!!!!! It was a nice big one too. Luisa looks almost exactly like me: She's short, dark, with big lips and long black hair. So often we've been mistaken for twins, and she's driving Dan up the wall! The only difference between her and me, is that she has this gap between her front teeth that she inherited from my mom. Dan's been trying to hit on her, but she's not interested at all.

Anyway, this is an awesome 2-part story: She was soaking in the tub this morning when Nu came over. (We go running almost every morning.) Nu caught a glimpse of her soaking and asked if she could go potty. Luisa's a little spark plug just like me, and says "If you're gonna take a crap, I don't wanna lay here and smell it." "Well, I do have to, so how about if I light matches or something?" Nu asked, and Luisa said "Ohhhh, alright, if you gotta poo, you gotta poo. Go ahead." So, Nu pulls down her sweats and white panties, wiggles her soft little butt down on the seat, leans forward with her black hair dancing on her forehead and lets out a big fart by accident. Luisa started giggling, then sat up, leaning over the edge of the tub, pointing a finger of warning and said "If it stinks, I'm soaking you with water!" I was standing in the doorway, and all of us were laughing because Nu was so embarrassed that she'd let out this big, ripping fart by accident. Luisa, naked, with ! water dripping down her boobs, lay back in the tub and relaxed. About a minute later, Nu started plopping out some goodies. Luisa just grinned while slowly circling her belly button with her forefinger and said "Girl, I can hear your turds dumping." (a little poet, isn't she?) After a few seconds she goes "Grooossss! I knew it, I can smell it now! It smells like poop in here!" Then, turds started slipping out like crazy, and Nu was taking one of her famous, loose poops. Luisa was frowning, scrunching up her face going "Flush it, flush it!" Actually, it wasnt bad at all, at least not to me anyway. Just then I said to mi hermanita, "What're you goin' on about, your shit yesterday killed every rat within a 5 mile radius of here!" "Bullshit!" she says, and I replied "Bullshit yourself! You clogged my can with one of your anaconda turds" By now, Nu was laughing so hard that we barely heard her drop another sludgy round of poo into the toilet. Anyway, it was fun, because Luisa lov! es to tease and act tough, but she's just playing. Nu knows it too. It took about 9 wipes for Nu to get her butt into the anti-sticky mode.

Later, we all went for a run in a park nearby and afterward, were walking along a concrete path that was obscured by many trees. So, guess what we saw? Some guy was getting ready to take a shit in the bushes, knowing that we were watching! I know because he'd been watching from up the path, checking on how close we were getting. Before we got there, Nu says "20 bucks says that guy's gonna flash us." He had a bike that was lying down on the ground. So, we turned the corner, and sure enough, he's squatting on the ground, pants down at his ankles looking over his shoulder to see if we could see him. I'm guessing that he assumed we'd all freak out and run, or just keep walking and ignore him, but it didn't work out that way at all. All of a sudden he starts shitting! Nu got freaked and ran, yelling for us to C'mon, but Luisa stood there staring. I grabbed her arm and said, "C'mon," but she pulled away from me. The guy looked over again, I think to see our expressions, but g! ot scared because we hadn't run or walked away. Luisa then starts wandering down into the bushes close to where he is, talking to him, saying "HEY! What're you doing down there?! Everybody can see you, you know!" Immediately, and to my absolute shock, she started going "RRRRRNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!!!! PINCH IT!!!" Suddenly, the guy panics, jumps up and runs down into the bushes, pulling his pants up on the way, and she yelled "Hey, you forgot your bike!" Anyway, that was it, nothing more. It freaked me a little because I got grabbed and pulled into some bushes by a guy once, and it brought that memory and feeling back. All of us gals love to poo outside, and be seen by men, but we're not creepo about it. We are exhibitionists, definitely, but in a more fun loving way. I think this guy was dangerous, or could have been. It made me worry for the children in the park, so I called the police, and reported it. That was it. His bike was gone when we went back to the spot, so he came back ! and got it, or somebody stole it.

After we got back home, Luisa took off to the library, and me and Nu kicked back for awhile. I took my morning dump after Luisa left because I knew it was going to be big and raunchy. It was. I crapped two huge turds. One was about 16" long, and about an inch and a half thick I swear! The other was thinner, and about 8" long and very mushy. My butt was stingin' and burnin' after pinching those off. Nu came in, held her nose and said "Daaaammmmnn you reek!", then bent down and gave me a nice kiss. I was still on the toilet getting ready to wipe and said "What was that for?" and she said "No reason, I just love you is all."
It made me tingle!!
Well, adios mis amigos, it was an interesting day indeed.
Love,
Marisol Carmalita


Alfreeda
Todays pooping!

Today I came home from work getting ready to go out to dinner with some friends. I sat on the toilet and did a 7" log that was basically firm. After eating ravioli and meatballs, an hour later I returned and did 3 big soft logs that were smelly as ever and i had to wipe about 10 times! Whew!!! Later a small chunk and finally that was it...that should hold me for a couple of days anyway. For a person that doesnt eat that much I sure can poop sometimes.


wetguy
To Lucki Sportz Fanatic - What a hot story about those two teenage girls peeing into the buckets! I wish that I was there. My only question is that if they thought that peeing in the ocean is so gross, why did they dump their pee in the ocean. I don't see the real difference. Anyway, I'm 18 and male and when I'm on the beach and have to pee, I'll usually just piss through my bathing suit while sitting on a chair on the beach. If not that, I have no problem pissing in the ocean. Good grief, everyone does it!

To Kendra - Loved your story from the 7th grade field trip. It's AMAZING number 1 that no one saw that you had had an accident, and number 2 that it was so easy for you to clean up. I would have been mortified!

Regarding the holding/capacity levels of men vs. women....From my experience, I know that there have been many times that I have been beside myself in desperation to piss. I mean dick-grabbing, legs-crossed, can't stand still, guys you know the feeling. Then, when I finally stop dancing long enough to start peeing, I don't pee for very long at all. Perhaps this says something about capacity, or maybe about the force at which guys pee? I don't know.

-wetguy


Amber
Hey everyone.

Times I peed yesterday, Friday
1. After I woke up for 2 minutes
2. At 10:00 in school for 2 minutes
3. At 11:00 in school for about 6 seconds
4. 3 P.m in the afternoon for about 12 seconds
5. 6:30 at night for about 10 seconds
6. Before bed for about 9 seconds

Times I pooped yesterday, Friday
1. Before bed

I took a really super poop yesterday! It was right before bed, and when I sat down, 3 long pieces fell out quickly. I really have to go now sorry, but first I just wanna say something.

I really enjoy all of the stories on this site. If this site ever shut down for some odd reason, I dont kno what i would do. Well, bye everyone......


Zora
Hi. My name is Zora. I'm 14 years old and I was wondering if there are any guys my age that have a story about a serious need to pee when they were on a date. I'm not really into poo stories, its the pee stories that really turn me on! C ya L8er


How can I teach my 6-year-old son to wipe his own butt?


Amy
Voltaire: Hey, I'm real glad that you find the sight of a cute girl taking a dump awesome. I love to have my boyfriends with me while I'm shitting and I also enjoy watching cute guys while they're on the can. Some of my boyfriends have not minded doing this at all. Yeah, I agree that a good description is almost as good as seeing someone dump. So let's have some stories from you about good dumps you've taken! Your friend is right - you're not weird -- there are a lot of us around. Like many guys who post here, you're nervous of broaching your interest in poop with friends. You don't say whether this person is male or female. If he's male then that's no problem at all. Guys who spend time together fishing, hunting, etc. take a crap together all the time from what I hear. So you then can have a lot of opportunities to see the guy doing his business and can mention that you'd like to see a chick poop. If the friend is a female, it's more difficult unless you're goin! g to be frank about getting off on it. Chicks won't let you watch them poop unless you're real close (like dating) or they're also into the pooping scene. So be careful, you can easily turn other folks off.


ryan
i was really sick once. i had been having cramps and really bad gas all day, after eating chinese the night before. the diarrhea started about mid morning. upon waking, i went rushing into the bathroom to explode my innards out of my ass and into the toilet. yes, this was diarrea at its worst. it burned, oh yes it burned. and it didnt help my cramps at all. it made them worse. i was moaning in pain, sitting on the toilet doubled over, with eyes shut, as this vile black water gushed, and i do mean GUSHED, from my backside. it even made the gushing noise a faucet makes when its turned on full blast. i clutched my bloated aching belly, i held it for dear life. that only seemed to make the diarrhea go faster. i seriously could not control the flow.
i sat there for 1 hour. 1 hour ladies and gentlemen, in which time i had to flush the toilet 3 times. i watched the clock for one hour as my anus ejected the hideous fluid of my demise.
finally is slowed and "stopped." i was so dehydrated i could barely walk. halfway off of the toilet, i was suddenly paralyzed by an enormous dry heave. my mouth opened wide and i coughed weakly and spit a string of mucous onto the floor. then i dropped on hands and knees and threw up about a cup of whatever my diarrhea was made out of. i fell over on my side, my pants down around my knees as another load of liquid exploded from my ass onto the floor.
want an arial view? me, on the bathroom floor, curled up into a tiny ball, both arms around my belly. out of my ass, there gushes a brown tidal wave, unstoppable. it sloshes against the wall. then you see my body contract, and the dam in my throat breaks as well. my back arches as a horizontal projectile puke erupts from my mouth. it spreads in a rank pool around the base of the toilet.
i went to the doctor a few days later and found out it was salmonella.


Jessica
Hi. I'm 17 years old and I just came across this site. WOW! I can't believe some of the stories you all share. Well I have an accident story but it isn't about me. It's about a girl I babysat last summer. She is 10 and her brother is 6. I babysat them for about a month and a half last summer and the little boy, Derek, was a sweetie but his sister, Erica, was the moodiest kid I have ever known. One minute she would be happy and talking nice to me and the next she was p.o.'d about something. I really have no idea what her problem was. Anyway, they have a park near their house but it is about a 7 or 8 minute walk to get to it. Derek loves going there and Erica tolerates it. She's at the age where she's almost outgrown parks but still enjoys going. So one day last summer when I was babysitting them I told them that I would take them to the park in the afternoon if they would behave for me while I went shopping in the morning. I had to pick up a skirt and top for a party I was go! ing to be going to that weekend. Their Mom didn't mind me running errands with them. She said as long as I didn't drag them around with me day after day and did things that they liked doing as well then it was okay if on occassion I ran my errands with them. So that afternoon we walked to the park. I told them that we could only stay about half an hour because their Mom would be home early (she had a meeting that afternoon and once the meeting was over she could leave for the day) so we got to the park and Derek ran for the big slide and I went and sat down on the bench to watch them play. Erica came with me and as soon as I sat down she said she had to go to the bathroom. I looked at her and said "You're kidding right?" She gave me one of her "if looks could kill glares" and goes "No I'm not kidding!" I was so mad. I told her that she is old enough to know when she has to go and that she should have made sure she went before we left. She said she didn't have to go when we l! eft. I told her that by the time we walk home and come back it will be time to go home again because their Mom would be home. So I said I was going to let Derek play for about 20 minutes and then we would go. She was not happy about that but I told her if she wanted to go behind the trees and pee she could but she said she didn't want to. She sat on the bench with me the entire time we were there but never once spoke to me. She was too mad. Finally I said to Derek that it was time to go home. He of course didn't want to go and made sure I knew it but I told him that Erica really had to pee so we had to get going. We started walking home and not even a minute into our walk Erica was telling us to hurry up. I told her that we were going as fast as we could but I wasn't going to run off with her and leave Derek in the lurch. About half way Erica stopped walking and had her legs pressed tightly together. I said come on let's go and she said she couldn't make it. I told her she s! hould have gone behind the trees at the park but she just yelled at me that she didn't want to. We stood there for about two minutes and I finally told her we had to go and that her Mom was going to be home and wondering where we were. She had tears in her eyes as she started to walk again and about 30 seconds later she let out a cry. It wasn't until then that I realized she didn't have to pee. She had to poo. All of a sudden there was a very big lump in the back of her shorts. Derek started laughing and Erica started yelling at him to shut up and continued crying. I told her and Derek to hurry up and let's get home. Well about three minutes later we arrived at home only to find out that their Mom was already home. She asked what was the matter as soon as she saw Erica crying and I had to tell her that Erica had had an accident. As soon as she realized what I meant she got so mad at Erica and told her that she was far too old to be having accidents like that and she took her! to the bathroom to clean her up. I waited downstairs with Derek until his Mom was done with Erica. When their Mom came back downstairs she told me she couldn't believe Erica would do such a thing and I said that I had thought she just had to pee until I saw her do it. I went home then and after that everytime I babysat them Erica was cold towards me. Thankfully I only had two weeks left to babysit them after that incident.


pee gurl
I've always been really interested in pee stories. I have even on a few occasions wet myself on purpose. The last time this happened was about a week ago. I was at home and had just come bak from school. I had been holdin it all day and desperatley needed to go so I came onto the net and started reading pee stories which makes me have to go even more. Finally I had to go sooooo bad I was just about to let it out but then i decided to see how long i could wait (idecided to not let it out and to wait till it came out by itself) I was able to wait all evening and night allthough i did let out a little spirt a time or two . i ended up going the next morning while watching tv. I was just wondering if some ppl keep it in till the last minute on purpose sometimes and if any of u have peeing stories keep em coming!


Christine
I had an awful day yesterday I messed up all my bed sheets and ended up being late for school this morning. The day started as a good one because my parents and brother were some kind of camping trip, I choose not to go because I didn’t like camping. It was Sunday and I was suppose to go with my friends to go see a movie but I couldn’t get a hold of them so a was stuck at home all day. I watched t.v. All the way until 8pm when I thought I’d make myself some Burgers. As I ate the second burger my stomach started to rumble and ache, so I decided to drink some pop to make my ???? feel better. When the clock struck 9 I decided it would be better for me to just go to bed. My stomach hurt so much, all I could hear as I walked to my room was bribbbubub , I couldn’t help myself, anyway nobody was home that was a relief. I didn’t want to use the bathroom because the last time I used it I flooded it, and I thought I could last till morning so I’d start a fresh day. I got to my bed at! slid right onto my bed, and took off all my cloths except for my thong; I go to bed usually with no clothes. In the middle of the night I woke up face into my pillow and couldn’t move for some reason, then all of a sudden I started farting, I tried to stop but I couldn’t. It hit me so fast after the gas came to quite reliving diarhea. It just came out as I was farting, it was really watery and sounded awful it was like Griblbrllbrlb. I could feel it all fill up my thong and run around my bum and legs all over the bed sheets I was so tired when I finish that I just went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning I looked down at all the poop all over my bed it was disgusting, it was all over my ass well. So I quickly ran to the shower turned the knobs and droped down my thong in the shower. The thong was full of shit, I was still kind of gassy and had a few cramps. I wanted to fart but all I got a Pssshhgribirb and shit all over the shower curtain. When I got out of the sh! ower I had to clean all the poop on the floor that dripped down on my way to the shower. I knew I was gunna be late for school and I didn’t fell to good, but I deiced I should go since I missed so much of class already. Bad Mistake. I go in late for gym and my teacher made me site in a corner and I couldn’t even go to the bathroom, oh no. I begged the teacher to let me go but she wouldn’t so I held as much as I could for soo long. I ended up just trying to fart and a soft mushy poop filled my other new thong! I was so mad and at the same time soo relived. Thanks for reading my story! Ill post again soon!


Althea
JB
1)What age group are you from? (ex. 16-25, 30-40, etc...) 43

2)How often do you poop? 2x-3x

3)What is the average size of your poops? (length, diameter) medium to long 0.5 inches

4)What texture are your poops usually? (Mushy, liquidy, firm, rock solid, etc...) mushy, sometimes loose, many times firm, solid.

5)Do you usually poop out logs, chunks, "snakes", or combinations of the above? combinations of above.

6)How long does it usually take you to poop? 10 minutes tops

7)What are the places like to take a dump? home, work, school, clean airports and department stores

8)Are you comfortable with a guy or girl watching you while you poop? yes.

9)Do you have to push a lot to let out your poo? not often

10)When you take a dump, about how many poos do you let out? 5

11)Does it take very long for you to take a poo? not long

12)Do you voluntarily take a poo at the first urge, or do you hold it, or simply go when convenient? first urge

13)What foods make you take the biggest dumps? meat, green leafy vegetables and fruits.

I like the cover girl naked on the bowl. That is how I am on mornings in my house. Too bad, the picture can not fit the space on the web site. She must be plopping some heavy pieces, easy, with farts, urination and smell. That is how my female cousins and I do it when we live in the same house. See my earlier posts.


Steve S
To Wetguy

Your dream has some reality to it. A few months ago I went to pick up a buddy of mine for a basketball tournament we were going to on a Sat. morning. He was still asleep and we were going to be late. He was running around his room trying to get dressed and had to pee really bad, but was trying to hold it until he was dressed. He squirted in his pants right after he got his shoes on.
Steve


Jay
A Few Questions: FOR MEN

1) do you prefer boxers, briefs, or do you care?

2) have you ever pooped in your pants? on accident or on purpose tell the story.

THANK YOU


music dude
Hi y'all. I've been reading this site since pages in the 400 range, a few years. Just got around to posting... I'm a guy btw.

Have you ever noticed that some songs if you hear them in the background, or just listen, sometimes the lyrics have to do with peeing? It's funny, I swear every time I hear the Beatles' "Let It Be" it sounds as if they're singing "Let me pee!" Another one is Cake's "The Distance", in which the lines "He's going the distance, he's going for speed" sounds like "He's going for distance, he's going to pee" (a peeing contest?) LOL!

One thing I was curious about. Normally I go and pee when I have about 350ml in me. But I have held it in and let loose with close to 2000ml on occasion. Now reading this site for a long time, I have heard of very few (if any) guys who can do close to this, only girls! Now I won't get into the classic guy/girl peeing capacity debate (which is actually one of my favorite topics), but why do I think my bladder is way bigger than normal? I have peed 2000ml from holding just 45 minutes during a water drinking spree (I downed about 15-20 tall glasses and had made sure I was empty at the start!) or another time from a hold for about 30 hours (both of which I did to test my capacity, I was really squirming and my bladder was throbbing a bit but there was no pain).

When I do go, it's not the typical stream that guys describe. It's a gushy, very hissy hosedown. Now I'm also uncircumsized and pee without pulling anything back, which really makes me wonder. I have timed my average flow rate to be around 20ml/second for a regular pee, but can go to 40ml/sec average on a big one, and can peak at around 60ml/sec! On a big one I can create an arc about 8 feet long. I have only heard of all these things in girls, what's so different about me?


Lucki Sportz Fanatic
To Teddy Bear -
Yeah, I don’t think I can go a full day without watching any sports. For baseball, I like the Arizona Diamondbacks. Football, I like the St.Louis Rams and the Green Bay Packers. Basketball, I like all of the California teams. Kobe Bryant and Vince Carter are my favorite athletes for basketball. Lastly, for hockey, I like the New Jersey Devils. Hopefully the Devils will win the Stanley Cup this season, right? How about your favorite teams? Now on for the subject that we write at this forum for. Amy has never seen me pooping before. I’ve peed in front of her many times, but never pooped. I would be willing to let her watch me sometime. Yeah, if I do get to wipe her I will most likely take my time and wipe her as best as anyone could do. Thanks alot for the advice, and I will remember the tips. Thanks!

Well tonight I’m really tired, and I don’t feel like telling you another story. Sorry, but I will next time. Just a quick little note, though. When I cooked that meal for Amy a few nights ago, it actually went pretty good. After we had finished cleaning up, she went to the bathroom and peed. She even left the door open, and it was a very loud pee. Au revoir.


South of Indy Dude
So much to post, yet so very little time. I've been really busy today, so I'm just gonna post a tiny bit this time.

I, after a lot of thought and examination, have decided that about 3 things brought on my fetish. First, a very Freudian mother thing. My mother has this bad habit of being a little TOO open about her habits.. She will go into the restroom while I'm standing right near it and just have a bowel movement with the door open. It's bothersome. Yet I believe somewhere in my early development, it has affected me somehow.

Secondly, the incident I posted last time getting walked in on. I think the shame and embarrasment of that caused me to think of it as "naughty" and "taboo" and because of that, I look at a girl having a bowel movement as "forbidden fruit". Something that is naughty.

Third and lastly, I had a few female neighbors when I was younger. I live near a lot of woods.. so we would often build forts. Never did we build a fort that these girls would not want a toilet in it. When we were younger, they wanted to build the toilets and use them... as we got older (around 11 or so..) I wanted to build the toilets... and then have them use them.. they did for a while, but started catching on, so I had to button up and make up a whole lot of lies as to not make them suspicious.

With these three aspects coming into play, plus a few others I have yet to mention, all happening in my most crucial years of development, I think that is the cause of my fetish. I'm often ashamed of it, but realize it's nothing I can control. That is why I'm generally pretty forgiving of people with strange and unusual fetishes.


John dingler
once upon a tim ei was in the woods when i took a huge dump i whipped out a ruler and measured it becuase i thought it might be a recored and then my frien came up and pushed me right in the the poo and it went all over my face


FM MATT
TO Carmalita: What you have described, I have never done in my life.
It is unbelievable that someone your size can output so much.Very impressive. You're just a "regular" poop factory. Keep 'em
coming.
Question: How much toilet paper was required for the "pie"? In fact, how long does it take you to goe through a role?
Your toilet bowel has my deepest sympathy.


Alfreeda
1)What age group are you from? (ex. 16-25, 30-40, etc...) I am 20.

2)How often do you poop? Usually once every day.

3)What is the average size of your poops? (length, diameter) 2 inches by about 6-8 inches.

4)What texture are your poops usually? (Mushy, liquidy, firm, rock solid, etc...) firm but sometimes soft.

5)Do you usually poop out logs, chunks, "snakes", or combinations of the above? Logs and chunks!

6)How long does it usually take you to poop? About 10 minutes.

7)What are the places like to take a dump? Only at home.

8)Are you comfortable with a guy or girl watching you while you poop? No, but i sometimes think about pooping on someone.

9)Do you have to push a lot to let out your poo? No, It comes out forcefully.

10)When you take a dump, about how many poos do you let out? Usually one.

11)Does it take very long for you to take a poo? no, but it is messy and i have to wipe 10-20 times.

12)Do you voluntarily take a poo at the first urge, or do you hold it, or simply go when convenient? I usually hold it until it is convenient. Sometimes when I hold it the urge passes.

13)What foods make you take the biggest dumps? I eat alot of Italian food like pasta, and macaroni and cheese as well as Japanese food, that really makes me go alot and very smelly also.


Jimmy
This is for the ladies:

1) Do you mind it when guys watch you do your business?

2) Have you ever taken a picture of you finished product? And if so, can I see it?

3)How far can you smell your poo?


John Q Public
Raging Uraphile, I can see what you are saying, but for me it's a bit more complicated. In my family, we were very opened about bathroom habbits, but out in public, we were a bit more private about it. My parents believe, and rightfully so, that going to the bathroom was a very important bodily function to good health, which is why they wanted us to feel no inhibitions about using the toilet. For this reason, I have been privy to seeing boys and girls, my sister, cousens, mother and aunt all use the bathroom to pee and crap through out my life. Very often they would come into the bathroom while I was taking a bath to do their business, and I did like wise when I had to crap.

Another thing that was going on in my life, is that I was chronicly incontenent of urine. I had to wear diapers all through my childhood and adelesence, and even to this day, I still have to wear one if I am going to be in any situation where I can't get to a bathroom or a private place to pee. A couple of pages ago, I posted a story that happened just a little over a week ago when I was out for my nightly exercise walk. I got caught short, and ended up having an accident.

Anyway, I was in diapers, and have a very weak bladder. My sister, on the other hand, and various other girls I knew, including a cousen of mine, had very strong bladders. My sister was especialy endowed, and felt no qualms about hissing out a long hard piss while I was in the bathroom with her changing my diaper. That more or less sparked my interest in uraphilia.

As for the question of whether or not women or men have stronger bladders, my experiences in life lead me to agree with HOLD IT man and Katrina, but since my bladder is far weaker then everyone elses for the most part, I am a poor example by which to make a judgement. I have seen my mom out hold and out pee my dad, I have seen my sister and cousen out hold and out pee older siblings and cousens, but that could be a family thing. My girlfriend has a very strong bladder, but again, I gravitate towards women who are like that, so I realy couldn't say if that was the 'norm' or not. Just based on my own observations, I think women usualy have stronger bladders then men.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

pooping myself as a kid

hi guys so i will introduce myself i'm male 27 have a physical disability i'm very lucky as i can do a lot of things on my own and things myself the only thing really affected is my legs anyway growing up i was not in special education or anything but i knew a few kids that were but when i was about 7 i met a girl who developmentally just could not be potty trained even though she was the same age my mom trained me very early i was maybe 1 so i never really got to be self aware of diapers or accidents till then so for me here i had a girl who was the same age who never ever used a toilet for me being physically disabled it was always a bigger production than most one day i saw her and was kinda hideing away in the hallway the small wall space next to the library as i got closer i wondered what she was doing turns out she was pooping she looked at me said hi then went back to what she was doing she was squatting and obviously had some body functions awareness because she pushed and strained till she was done she stood up found a teacher who took her to get changed i could not stop thinking about it how it must be nice to just "go" like that do when class started again after recess it was computer lab and i felt the need to go poop when i was young i was often constipated and would take 30 45 minutes for a poop i hated the thought of missing computer lab because we played games so i kept thinking about what i saw that girl do so i started pushing hard but quitely and in 30 minutes i was finished i was quickly discovered by my teacher who tried to call my parents who were not at home so i actually had no choice but to sit in it the rest of the day when i rode home on the bus and mom smelled my mess she was very mad but i have to admit i didn't really mind pooping myself or sitting in it from then on to about 16 i would often poop myself
i hope you guys like my first poop story and don't find it or me strange? i have never shared it with anyone before
i apologize for the length i would love to share more with you if you guys like ?
also please continue to share with me your poop stories i know i can't be the only person who pooped theirselves on purpose atlest i hope not i feel wierd enough :)

goodnight guys


Thunder

Reply to Canada Pooper

The first time I pooped my pants (about 10 years ago) on purpose and have done it several times since for medical reasons.
At the time I was suffering a bout of constipation and only get the urge to evacuate occasionally and often at a time that I could not get to a toilet in time...the urge would go and so the constipation continued.
I was having an abdominal X-ray to review my bothersome colon and had not had a movement for a few days despite heaps of laxatives. I had to arrive at the hospital an hour early and drink a large jug of strange tasting water for the x-ray and then put on the table and given a contrast injection....I then felt extremely hot and then the overwhelming urge to poo....I would have loved to sit on the toilet or to have a bed pan under me...I was about to call for help but the urge suddenly stopped and I felt OK....after the X-ray I was driving and almost home and needed to fart...lifted my bottom off the seat a little to let out a fart and I got more than expected...some runny poo spurted out into my undies....and then the urge hit....would I have time to make it to the toilet whilst the urge was still there? Having felt so frustrated that I could not have had a poo during the x-ray I answered the call of nature in the drivers seat of the car with a big push and my undies, the crotch, filled up with mushy shit...I arrived home a minute later and waddled to the door ...pushing more shit out as I walked...into the bathroom...stepped into the shower and undressed....sat on the toilet getting poo over the seat as there was so much on my bum and did even more...at the conclusion the undies were put in the garbage and the trousers benefited from the garden hose.. I felt just so much better...it was unbelievable to have such a big poo after so much constipation!!!!
I now wear pull-ups and still get constipated....if I have a situation where there is a stubborn turd in my rectum I use two micro enemas and very quickly I get the urge and uncontrollable leakage...but i make use of that overbearing urge and push like no tomorrow and eject that offending stool in my pull ups...the actual enema dominant part of the reaction only lasts several second so to get the best benefit pushing has to begin right there and then....no I am not ashamed...it is a medical necessity.

Friday, January 20, 2017





Abbie
Reading your stories has helped me to not feel as bad about what happened to me last weekend.

I’ve always been embarrassed about pooping. I know it’s something everybody does, however I’ve always been a naturally shy person and worried if my habits are normal.

Last weekend we were staying with my boyfriend’s parents. I hadn’t had a poo for several days â€" the thought of going away from home tends to bung me up. As we were packing our bags to leave I could feel one coming on however thought I could hold it in until we were home.
The urge went, only to come back again just as we were saying our goodbyes. Trying to relieve the pressure I did what I thought was going to be a silent fart. It wasn’t. Everyone looked at me and then the hall filled up with a really unpleasant smell. I could feel my heart starting to beat fast and the embarrassment take over.

My boyfriend’s mum casually asked if I needed to use the loo before I went. I never needed to poo so badly, so felt like I had no choice.
Their toilet was under the stairs â€" there was literally a thin wall between me and everyone else. I sat down and instantly felt this gigantic poo working its way out of my bottom. There was a loud splash. I could feel that there was more to come so pushed with my whole body. I let out a massive fart followed by the plopping of some smaller bits of poo.

I looked in the toilet and had never seen so much poo. I wiped as quickly as I could and when I came out everyone was giving me an odd look.

Afterwards, in the car, my boyfriends asked me if I was ok. I asked him to never mention it again.

Is it normal for your body to store poo up like this? Do you think my boyfriend's family now think I have some crazy digestive system? How can I feel more comfortable having a poo away from home?


Lee

In reply to Chloe

Hey Chloe,

did your parents find it out eventually?

And yes, you did the wrong thing. You could have just told them the reason.

But honestly, are backmarks really a big deal? I am 19, male, and my shit is usually a bit mushy, and I rarely manage to get myself wiped up often.

So I also tend to leave backmarks in my underwear. My mom saw it, but she never asked for me. (And yes, it be really emberassing if my mom pulled down my pants everyday)

I think backmarks are normal.

Lee from Europe

Anna
Hi, it's Anna from Canada, I am so sorry I haven't posted in a while but I was so busy. Anyway, I have a small story that happened today that I thought would be good to post here.

I was in class this morning and by the end I really needed to go to the bathroom. When we were all leaving I told my friends that I would be right back and headed to the small washroom at the end of the hall. Another girl from my class was right ahead of me. She is a tall redhead that everybody calls Bebe. Bebe was wearing an adorable white down jacket and purple yoga pants. I also noticed she had a bit of a visible panty line going on where her pants stretched over her bum. Bebe is not really a big girl, but she has quite a hefty rear end and I guess that made the panty thing worse. Anyway, I was a bit dissapointed that she went into the washroom as well, as I needed to do a number two and would have enjoyed some privacy. Just as I went in, I saw Bebe come out of the last stall. She smiled and was like, "no paper" and then took the middle stall. I said "thanks" and took the first of the three stalls. I locked the door, put down my bag and then pushed down my jeans and blue string. I plopped my bum on the seat and immediately started to pee. Bebe was peeing too, but her's was more of a trickled, while I did a hissing stream into my toilet. When I was done I decided to hold my poo for a bit to see if she would leave. There were no more peeing sounds from the other stall, but she didn't wipe or anything. Instead she was just shifting around a bit and that's it. I guessed that she was probably waiting for me to leave as well, and that she needed a poo and was embarrassed to do it on the school toilet with the neighbouring stall occupied. Anyway, I figured I would wait a bit just to see what would happen and I started to browse some stuff on my phone. Sure enough after about half a minute Bebe blasted a loud wet fart into her toilet and then the sound of sloppy poops crackling out of her bum and splashing into the bowl came from her stall. I don't know if she just got tired of waiting or if she really couldn't hold it any longer, but it sounded pretty urgent, so maybe it was the latter. Anyway, I started my poo as well, with a fart of my own and then I quickly dropped two big turds that made loud splashes in the bowl. I was hoping that maybe Bebe would feel better now that she knew I needed to poo, too. She kept pushing out what sounded like a number of soft turds while making little grunting noises. I had to wait a bit and then had a third poo come out. Then I felt all empty and I pulled off some paper to wipe. Oh, my number two didn't smell very bad, but Bebe's was pretty stinky! Anyway, I did my front and then cleaned up my bum. I pulled up my pants and flushed and when I left the stall, Bebe was wiping, too. I washed my hands and she was taking ages to clean up. She wasn't even done when I left. Later I saw her in my next class and she blushed a bit, so I guess she really was embarrassed by her poo.

Anyway, that's my story and I hope you all liked it.


Miranda

Out-of-routine peeing problems

There was a time, I think during the winter of my 2nd grade year, when my mother had to leave town for a few days. She hadn't paid for the school bus that year because she was driving me to school. So now for a few days Dad had to do it. Only problem was that he had to be downtown and at his work about an hour earlier than Mom would take me. I knew I didn't like the change of routine, but Dad pretty much came in my room, woke me up, had my breakfast ready and went to my room and put my clothes out on my bed while I was eating. Right after I dressed, he was shoving me toward the back door. Only problem was that Mom always made me do a bathroom stop. This was part of the routine. I preferred having my first wee of the day at home. Sometimes, I would poo a bit too. You see some of the toilets at school were running over, had wee splashed on the seat, and some would be out of toilet paper. But on this day Dad hustled me to the car. Dropped me off at the main entrance to the building with my bag, and then tore off as soon as my feet hit the sidewalk.

It was a bit chilly out there, even with my coat. I think it was sometime in October. There were lights on in the building. But I became scared because each of the six or eight doors I tried wouldn't open. Then I saw this large sign hanging from one of the doors. Out! I remembered our teacher had told us about that and what it meant. That meant the weather was good and we had to stay outside until like 15 minutes before the bell rang and the teachers opened the door for us. It was probably about an hours or 45 minute wait, but to me it was a lot, lot longer. A few others started to assemble after a few minutes. As I sat on the step, the pain between my legs became apparent. I knew I was going to have to wee. I was hopeful I could hold it. The pain became more intense. So I got up and walked around to the other side of the school. I had a dress on and I thought about just sitting on a small stair there, pulling my underwear down, and relieving myself. I thought I was lucky because I had a dress on and that made what I was about to do easier. And no one would see it. The bushes on both sides of me were huge. So I slowly pulled my underwear down. My underside was frozen by the cold concrete. There was some sand or cinders under me too that stung me. I felt a trickle come. I felt good for a moment. Then when I looked down I saw that I was sitting too far back on the stair and a puddle was forming right under me. I had to think about how to get it to go down onto the next stair. I quickly used my hands to slide myself forward. That hurt me even worse. I was convinced a couple knives were cutting into my skin. For some reason now, my drain was plugged and I couldn't get it going again. If anything, the pain got more intense.

More cars were coming around the corner so I knew the school bell should be ringing. So I pulled my underwear up, looked at the small amount of liquid on the step, and went back to the front door. Within a couple of minutes the bell rang, and I moved up the stairs as fast as I could. I went right to the bathroom. So fast that I bumped into a lady who I think was a substitute teacher. She was carrying a coffee mug, grabbed at my coat to slow me down, and then was continuing to say something mean about not having used the bathroom at home as I quickly ran for the first available stall. I threw my bag aside, yanked my underwear down, upped my skirt, and dropped myself onto the seat. I could still feel the cinders and sand cut at my skin, but the ability to do my wee normally was more important. That substitute lady walked in and since the stall door gave me only half privacy, she started on me again about me getting to my class on time. While I sat, she got on another girl down the line about not flushing and not washing her hands. Thinking about it now, ten years later, is seems a bit inconsistent because we were both going to be late to class.

I remember standing and cleaning myself of the cinders and sand. And, of course, I had some extra wiping to do. On each side of the black seat there were souvenirs of that step. The small pre-cut pieces of toilet paper made my task harder. I was getting frustrated as the next bell rang. I knew it meant I was late. But I knew I should wipe the sand off the seat before I flushed the toilet. I didn't want that substitute lady to go off on me again. I lucked out because she had left. So I grabbed my bag and ran off to class without washing my hands. Everyone looked at me as I yanked the door open to our classroom. And that substitute lady was our teacher and she looked at me in a really horrible way. I couldn't walk down the aisle and get into my seat fast enough. At about 11:30 as our class was walking together to lunch, I had to ask her permission because I had been holding my crap for about an hour. If looks could kill, I would have been dead. She told me to hurry and with the notice of my whole class, I went back to the bathroom. Only one of the doorless stalls was available at this time. I gladly took it, threw myself onto the toilet with just enough time to yank my underwear down, and my soft poo exited fast. Even then, and this was four hours later, my butt cheeks were still sore. I knew I had to worry about getting back ASAP so I only did one wipe. It wasn't enough, I knew, but I hurried to the sink to fastly wash my hands for lunch. I quickly dried them and noticed that an older girl was standing over my toilet, turned and gave me a mean look, but then she reached down and did my flush.

Now, about 10 years later, I'm a lot more confident. Probably more adaptable too. But when I'm trying hard and someone gives me attitude, I just think to myself "F### Y##" but I smile, keep it to myself, and don't let it ruin my day. By the way, that substitute lady was hired as a regular teacher when I was in middle school. I was lucky I wasn't assigned to her class.

NateSean

In the Eye of the Storm

Hurricane Sandy made landfall in New York. Meanwhile, those of us on the North Shore in Massachusetts still had to work, in spite of the freezing rain and the forty mile an hour winds.

I suppose I got off light, since I was working the opening shift and the worst of the rain hadn't begun to fall. I'm not sure how lucky you think I am considering I had to walk in that nasty rain, all the way home. (No, the bus was not an option at this time.)

But, oddly enough, there was a bright side. As a result of drinking hot beverages all morning to cope with the wind and the rain I had to chase shopping carts in, I had a very desperate urge to pee. In true fashion, the weather was not helping that urge.

I have peed my pants before. Sometimes I just do it because I can, but the claminess and having to walk home in wet, smelly pants is never worth it.
This was one of those moments when I thought, well, I'm already wet as is, this can't make things worse. So I stopped and let it go.

I don't remember how cold it was, only that as I was seeing, it felt like I was see standing in a hot tub. It was the first time I wet myself on purpose and actually enjoyed the result.

For the record, I don't recommend going out into disaster weather just to recreate this experience, even if you think it's relatively safe.

Simon

Shelf toilets - Louisa

Hi Louisa,
The purpose of the shelf design is exactly what you suggest as a plus side!
It allows you to check your own productions so that you can keep yourself in good health and make a visit to your doctor if you see blood etc.
That's not so easy once they've landed in water.

Simon.

Michiganstebo

To Canada Pooper

Hey I have pooped my pants on purpose before. I did it after I had an accident walking home from the bus stop when I was 12. Here is the story

My start in pooping my pants, started when I was 12. I was at school and had to go bad, but I didnt want to go at school so I held it, for 4 hours. It was bad but I made it, then came the bus ride home. All that bouncing was just too much and by the time I made it to my stop, I was touching cloth. So I got up out of my seat to get off the bus and hurriedly left it, hoping no one smelt my situation, which thankfully they didnt, at least that I know of. So I had a 2 block walk then, but I was already in a situation, so I tried to make it, and I almost did. But at 5 houses away I got a game over cramp, and a huge load filled my then tighty whities. I then waddled the last 5 houses, thankful that no one was home. But after doing it I got this rush, that felt so good. So a week later I had the house to myself and I had to go, so I went into the bathroom, took my pants off but not my tighties and sat on the toilet and pushed. That was 10 years ago, and even to this day I do it occasionally on purpose.

Taylor

Reply to Canada Pooper

I've only really had an accident on purpose once when I was sixteen. I had come home to an empty house after a long day at college, and having spent the whole day without going to the toilet I went straight upstairs to the bathroom. My relief was only seconds away and that meant my body decided to let go early, sending little dribbles into my underwear.

I spent about a minute struggling with the zip on my jeans when I just lost it and started to pee properly and uncontrollably. Not wanting to make a mess I sat on the toilet anyway and let it out, completely soaking the back of my jeans. The relief was unreal and totally worth the wet clothes.

As I was finishing I felt another urge back there and my curious side took over. I had been lurking this site for years and read lots of stories about accidents, but never had one myself. I wanted to know what it was like. I hated the knickers I was wearing because they were too small, my jeans needed washing anyway and I had the place to myself so I decided to try it !

I relaxed and tried to pretend I was undressed on the toilet and not about to go in my underwear, waiting for it to happen. I quickly realized that wasn't going to work so I gave a little push to get things going and was amazed at how fast things progressed. Once I started I didn't need to push anymore. I felt resistance and then my knickers getting tight at the back as a soft load pushed its way into them. I reached behind and could clearly feel a bulge back there. I couldn't believe what I had just done.

I still wasn't done so I didn't fight it and just let it happen, that was a mistake. My body pushed a second load into my knickers, it spreading outwards and filling them to capacity. It just seemed to keep going and going. I let out a few seconds of wee and slowly stood up , and spent the next five minutes wrestling with my jeans.

I carefully pulled down my jeans and was hit with the smell of a healthy poop, it smells so much worse when not in the water. I took them off and slowly pulled down my underwear, amazed at how much was in there. The back was completely filled and if I went any more they would have leaked. I left them on the floor to deal with later and finished undressing before having a shower. I tied my underwear in a bag, washed my jeans and carried on with my day like normal. Nobody suspected a thing!

Michael

Back to College

I've been back at school for a week and have had some interesting shits to say the least. I'll talk about the one I had today, I hadn't gone for 2 days before and this morning when I got up and when I got to school, I heard my stomach rumbling. It took me an hour to drive to school. I had a math class in the morning, so I had to wait till it was over, luckily the professor let us go early. I went to the building of my next class, it was Biology, so I went to the big science building on campus. The toilets there are known for being weak. I walked into the bathroom on the first floor, and I could smell someone was taking a shit. I didn't feel like company today, so I sat outside on one of the benches, looking over notes. Eventually he came out, he looked kinda rough, like a skate I could say, that thin build. After he left, and was in the clear, I went into the bathroom and into the stall on the edge of the bathroom.
It didn't smell bad, but there were a few dark skidmarks on the toilet. I hurridely shut the door and pulled down my pants, I pulled out my phone and began to text as I pushed the shit out. Two thick logs exited my ass, as well as some mushy shit I could hear hissing and thudding on top of my existing load. By this time I was hit by a horrible stink from the toilet, apparently I was stinking out the bathroom. It took me about ten minutes to wipe and clean myself because I had not brought my baby wipes to the bathroom this day. I flushed once, but it didn't go down, there was my logs and pile of soft shit in the middle of the toilet, and several wads of thick bunches of TP by the drain. I had to flush 3 more times for it to go down, and I had to hold the lever down. The way this toilet works is the fact that, is you have to hold the lever down in order for it to flush.

Later that day, I've began to have some rumbling in my guts. I went to the library after my science class and went in one of their more private bathrooms. I went to the second floor and went into a stall there. I sat down and felt my stomach. At that moment a bigger guy went into the stall next to me. I felt like breaking the ice, so I began to fart loudly as quite a bit of soft shit splattered into the bowl, the guy next to me did the same, it sounded like he really needed to shit. It began to smell really bad, but mostly from me. It was about ten more minutes and I began to wipe my bum. It took me about five minutes to get clean, and this time there was blood on the toilet paper, because my college has cheap TP, and I often rub myself raw, thus why I bring baby wipes. I stood up and saw a bowl full of soft shit. I flushed and left the bathroom.

Abby C

Big Poop at Home

So yesterday was a good day. I had an interview and then a field trip although I was Feeling lightheaded and stayed at home. I was laying on the couch watching Netflix in my pink T-shirt and yoga pants with a headache and I was also coming down with a cold so I tried to lay down although about 2 minutes later I was getting cramps. So I walked to my ensuit in my room because I didn't want anybody to see the good thing was my room is on the 3rd floor. I walked into the bathroom made sure I locked the door (if you saw my old posts). I pulled down my yoga pants down to my ankles I was waiting and waiting then I realized I really had to start shaving my down below. Then I started pushing hard a big long poop started coming since I was home alone I took off all my clothes including my bra taking out my big ?????. And got up on my toes and started pushing and the log was about 2 feet long and then a bunch of diaherria. Then I sat back down and wiped. Thank you for reading and there will be more stories in the future.
Abby C
Xoxoxo

Patrick
Did anyone else get in trouble growing up over pooping? My older brother seemed to have the runs quite a bit & our dad was convinced that he was pooping his pants on purpose. He was in the 2nd grade. He used to tear my brother's ass up with a belt after an incident. I remember seeing my brother crying, standing at the bathroom sink, washing out his tighty whiteys. We laugh about it now, but that was a hell of a way to learn body control. Having gotten the belt for other infractions (usually mouthing off), I know that dad did not play around. Most of my friends grew up the same way back in the 70's & 80's. It was a different world back then.


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Maria great set of stories it sounds like you had some good poops.

To: Anna it sounds like you and Bebe both had really good poops and I bet you both felt good afterwards.

To: Carin great story I bet you felt amazing after getting that monster poop out.

To: Allison great story it sounds like that woman was really desperate and had to go alot and it sounds like you had a good poop as well.

To: Abbie great story as always.

To: Tech Guy great story you were a big help to Kathy when was in need.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Mina
Hi everyone, I have new story, I try to keep short, but maybe it will be long, if I think you yawn I try to cut into 2 parts.

Last Saturday Maho got mail from her friend Shinri ( I change name) she want to see Maho to get help a bit with document. I don't tell detail, it is not this site material.

So Maho say, come round. Shinri came. Maho very happy to see her, she shout hisashiburi, it means long time no see. And she introduce Hisae and me. Shinri is pretty girl, even she look a bit like me and I am not pretty. Her features more rounded than me, especially nose and eyes more rounded, but basic head shape and face expression are same. And she is more slimmer than me. She wear white jeans, they show very well her pretty slim bottom.

Maho and Shinri go into beige flat, they can have quiet there, I and Hisae stay green flat and think about dinner, we want to make nabe, it is Japanese hotpot. We have many vegetables in fridge, Chinese cabbage and leek and mushroom and carrot and many more, so we mail Kazuko, please bring meat and fish we say. Kazuko always buy too big quantity, but she eat all so it's OK. Kazuko's stomach has no bottom, so food go in more and more and more and she never full. And she keep beautiful body, she never get fat.

Kazuko come home with huge bag full of meat and fish and many food. And Maho and Shinri come back to green flat after work finish. Maho say Shinri, look all this food, please stay with us for dinner. Shinri stop and think. I can see in her face, she want to have dinner with us. But she think she have to say no to be polite. Maho read thought. "You don't need polite," she say. "If you are free you stay!! I don't see you long time, why you want to go away so quickly? Look at Mina and Hisae and Kazu, they all hope you stay, you can see in their eyes."

So Shinri say, OK I stay, and all four of us we say, Yiiiiii! It is happy sound. So we prepare nabe. Shinri help. We put hotpot soup made from soy bean milk, it is our favourite one, and vegetables, Shinri say, we eat all that?? Kazu say, of course. You think it is too big, but when you start eat, you forget, and it all go down. Of course you are hungry! Shinri say, little bit hungry, but at same time her stomach make big noise. We all laugh.

We put dishes and chopsticks and sit down at table and start eat and drink. Like Kazu say, after a while all gone, so more vegetables out of fridge and into hotpot. And we drink lot of beer and then wine. Shinri is very good drinker. Actually we are all strong drinker, we drink lots, but we never drunk. So after party we can take bath, hot bath is not good if you drunk, but we are not drunk.

We put on TV and first thing we see, train stopped! Because it is snow! We look out from window, and all white! Snow fall very heavy. Maho say to Shinri, you can stay this flat if you like. We have futon. Shinri think a bit and say OK and thanks. Maho find for her pyjamas and toothbrush. And she take bath while we clear away table and make tea. Then we all take bath one after other and we talk and talk and talk. Shinri is friendly very much, difficult to think we see her first time, except for Maho.

Of course finally we are sleepy, so we go to bed. Maho and me in green flat with Shinri. Kazuko and Hisae go to beige flat.

Next day Sunday so we sleep bit late, and we wake up about same time because when we got out of bed or futon, Kazuko and Hisae come in from beige flat. So we sit at table again and have big breakfast.

After breakfast Shinri look uncomfortable little bit, and she say to Maho in little voice, it is OK I go to loo?

Actually I am thinking same thing, and I think Hisae and Kazuko too. But Shinri is guest, so it is OK she go first. Maho say, of course. Take your time. Shinri go into loo.

Two minutes later, she come out. But almost same time, she show pain on face. Maho say, "what's the matter Shinri?" Shinri's face go very red. She say in little voice, "I need loo again...." Maho shout, "why you come out so soon! Go to loo and stay there until you finish!! You don't need embarrass! We all go to loo and we take long time."

So Shinri go into loo with red face and close door and lock. Kazuko and Hisae also get up, they say to us, "is it OK we go to beige loo?" Maho say, OK, how about you Mina?" I say, I can wait. I don't want Maho be alone.

We can hear bururururu noise from loo. And again and again. Not so long ones, but many many. Sometimes quite long pause, then burururururu - bururururururu - bururururururu. And sometimes sigh from Shinri. Soon smell come under door. But her bottom still busy, we hear more noise. She flush once, then more burururururu.

After nearly 15 minutes she flush again and then she come out. "Sorry sorry," she say. Maho say, "you quite finish? Do you have a diarrhoea?" Shinri say, not diarrhoea because now I feel good, but I did very soft one. Where is Kazuko and Hisae?" Maho say, "they are in loo in other flat." And I get up from chair and move towards loo. I look at Maho, she give small nod, mean she don't go yet so I can go.

Of course I want to sit down long long time. My bottom feel very very full. But I think, that is good thing, because if I do huge motion like Shinri, she don't embarrass so much. So when I feel first motion coming, I raise bottom little bit so plop noise will be bigger and Shinri don't embarrass. I made six plop noises, Happy!! Of course I have to close door, if Shinri see we do motions together and wipe bottom each other, she very shocked I think! But I am sure Kazuko and Hisae wipe bottom each other in beige flat.

After flush I make more plop noise, then I make burururururu noise. Happy! Now Shinri don't embarrass. I can't hear so well conversation but I think Shinri and Maho talking about motions. I also hear Hisae and Kazuko come back from own motions in beige flat.

But I have to stay on loo little bit more, my bottom say, not finish yet. I am happy I need to take long time. So it is not only Shinri who stay there forever.

Finally I finish and sit down at table with others. We talk many things especially we talk about snow. But it seems, trains are running. After little while Maho stand up. We all look at her. She say in big voice, Yes I Do! and go into loo and close door. So we laugh. From inside loo, Maho shout, "You don't need laugh!!" Then her bottom became to be busy, we hear plop sounds many and many.

Shinri seems not embarrass any more. Maho is in loo long time of course. Kazuko tell Shinri about her mother, that story break ice completely.

After long time Maho come out. So we all did motions to content of heart even Shinri. I am so glad Shinri not embarrass any more. It is sad that people can't enjoy healthy motion because of embarrass. If Shinri come to stay here again, I hope she do motion long time and big volume without embarrass.

Shinri have to go home in afternoon. She is teacher and she have to prepare class. Maho go with her to station. Still snowing, but trains begin run. Shinri put on coat and hood, and shake hands Kazuko and Hisae, but when she come to me, she hesitate, and then suddenly she give me hug. Why me? And she has big power her arms. Then she hug Hisae and Kazuko too and go out into snow with Maho.

She send mail in evening, she say "I had wonderful time!!". We are happy she get home safe.

Anna from Austria, I am happy my advice useful. I am look forward to your story!

Love to everyone. Enjoy in loo and everywhere!

Mina


Wednesday, January 18, 2017


Thunder

Bathroom Experience

In response to survey by End Stall Em
1. My last public toilet experience was last week..had to do both and was on way home....I have used these public toilets many times and I use public toilets often, generally.
The toilets are in a very lovely local park and are unisex, which I prefer because I think the men might be a bit cleaner if women are to use the same toilets.
The toilets are not that flash...made of metal but cleaned often.
2. Did not have to wait...there was nobody there and that is mostly the case....there a 4 toilets and a trough.
Once I was at a shopping center and had not done a poo for 4 days and took a laxative the night before...the urge hit viciously...I walked towards the gents and there was a fella who walked in ahead of me with real purpose. Unusually there was a queue for a cubicle...he clapped loudly and yelled out..."come on boys...push!"....I gave up and thought I would try my luck at the disabled toilet next door..the poo was pushing out of my hole so I did not have the luxury of waiting. The disabled toilet was vacant but to close it you have to press a green button and the door slowly closes...I pressed the said button and jumped onto the throne..even though the door was not yet fully closed and dropped one very large turd in double quick time...I was wearing pads at that stage and there was a bit of poo on them which I rubbed off good enough...felt so great after that.
3. Back to the survey...my bowels are not delayed by public pooing...I pushed it out right away.
4. The toilet paper is the cheapest out...no seat covers..they are very rare in my country...why bother. There are more germs on the computer key board than a toilet seat...I do give it a rub down with toilet paper though.
5. There was a sink to wash hands in but no soap of course. Not a great problem..a good wash with water and keep hands away from mouth or food for a little while.
6. There was nobody to question me on my toilet experience....using public toilets...so what!
Thanks and respectfully submitted.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

The Kink (Panty Pooping)

The Kink

'Izzy,' I moaned, crumpling her body up against mine. Effortlessly, I slung out a hand and put out my lamp. 'Izzy…'
  Her features grew unsteady and shifting in the darkness, but she was still undoubtedly beautiful. I hiked her baggy shirt up and slid my hand down her denim shorts, with a synchronised grin and laugh from both of us.
  Izzy wrestled herself further up onto me; she wasn't short, I was just tall, and it was difficult for her to remain balanced in the dark hue of the room. The cold wind snaking from the open window couldn't calm my throbbing heart or my heated, sweating body.
  'You know what you're doing, huh?' said Izzy, lunging back into a kiss.
  I paused for a second, tearing myself from the kiss. This was my chance. Even if I got turned down, it'd be worth the risk.
  'Izzy, this is really weird, but…'
  She sat up on my naked chest.
  'But what?'
  'Before we go any further… I have this kink – this fetish…'
  Her position became less comfortable and she shuffled over to one side. My eyes were drawn away from hers. I couldn't pass up this opportunity!
  'I have a fetish too… I didn't want to say anything.'
  At this statement I found my gaze darting back onto hers. Even through the darkness of my apartment, I noticed a twinkle in her eyes.
  'Okay…' I continued breathlessly. 'We'll say them at the same time. Three. Two. One.'
  'Pooping my panties,' Izzy said, her face screwed up in scared anticipation.
  'Girls pooping their pants,' I said, smiling. The feeling I had was tricky to describe – like finding the right key for a tricky lock.
  'Shit, really?' she cried..'
  I felt my jeans tighten up at the crotch. Quickly, I clicked my lamp back on. My eyes were pleasured with the sight of Izzy biting her lip, shimmying down her denim skirt. Her hair that ran down to her shoulders, then soared past them, captured me. Her jewel-like eyes glittered at me, her beauty running all the way down to her smile, then continuing.
  'I – uh – mess my pants all the time at home. Sometimes I'll be doing stuff for work and notice my bowels are getting a bit cranky.' Izzy blushed, but I nodded her on. 'I'll just fill my pants. When the poop squashes out under my tushy – cushions me on a soft, sticky bubble: it feels so good!' She stuck her voluptuous butt out towards me. Izzy flashed a look to the side, as if she expected somebody else to be watching.
  'Carry on...' I murmured.
  'On one day I was feeling particularly naughty,' she recited with a guilty grin. 'I was at the office. A particularly boring day – particularly boring clients, we were attending to.'
  'A few hours in, at a meeting, I felt my bowels tug at me. Suddenly they had begged for release. Though it was boring, this meeting was important. My bosses were strict and if I'd left they would have punished me. So, my kinky little anecdote to the situation, I lifted my butt off the seat. Slowly and silently, I felt two logs fall gently into my panties, push up against my best skirt. With a reluctant grunt, I let another bit of mush fall out. Then I sat in it, pleasured by the sizzling dump surrounding my hind.'
  'Needless to say, my workmates soon noticed the smell and the meeting was adjourned, blaming it on a gas fault. Feeling rather horny by the situation, I stayed and proceeded to masturbate, the sticky mess still sitting in my pants. I left it a good couple hours – walking around, going on my computer, even socialising – keeping with me the kinky guilt of a sizeable lump of shit in my panties. I soon changed my panties, but since then I've really wanted to poop in front of someone else…'
  Izzy clambered down to all fours, grinning at me through her legs.
  'I certainly wouldn't mind,' I teased brightly.
  'Good,' she said, 'because I've been needing this all day long! It's plain rude to use the toilet for a poop in someone else's apartment.'
  'Plain rude…' I repeated.
  Izzy smiled quirkily, her face soon crumpling up. She groaned – I couldn't believe this! A big hunk of brown collided with Izzy's white panties. They sunk brown as the poop fell into them.
  'Nng!' She grinned, adding to the pile in her pants. Her panties sagged down quite unnaturally, now. Izzy laughed, prodding the enormous mound of mush.

This girl was amazing.

Friday, November 4, 2016

Becky Gets an Anal Probe by Arthur Saxon meganeura@hotmail.com


"I dreamed last night that I was abducted by aliens," remarked Rebecca Booth conversationally to her friends.
They stared at her in amusement. "Did they give you an anal probe, Becky?" inquired Suzy Wheaton with a smirk.
"Actually they did," said Becky. "Didn't hurt though." She shivered. "But it was a horrible dream. Very realistic. I was all sweaty when I woke up."
Angela Tanner chuckled, and looked behind Becky, at her bottom. "Well, I can't see an eighty-foot satellite dish emerging," she said. "Perhaps it really was just a dream."
"Of course it was," said Becky, frowning a little. "But it seriously was quite scary. You needn't be so flippant."
It was Suzy's turn to frown. "Did you really dream you were abducted by aliens?" she asked. "I thought you were just joking."
"I wasn't joking, I did dream it," affirmed Becky. "It was horrible at the time, but now, in the light of day, it's all dim and distant like any other dream. Anyway let's go or we'll be late for class."
That evening Becky was having dinner with her parents.
"I dreamed I was kidnapped by aliens last night," she said in between mouthfuls of Boeuf Bourgignon (stew really, but her mum could be a little pretentious at times). "I dreamed they gave me an anal probe."
"Really dear? Sounds like a bad one."
"It was, Mum. It was awful."
"Well perhaps that'll teach you not to watch that awful cartoon," said her father sternly.
"What do you mean, awful? I know you watch it after I've gone to bed," Becky accused him.
"I do not. And anyway, I'm allowed to - it's an adult show, and you're only fourteen."
Becky gasped and slapped his arm. "I'm fifteen!" she exclaimed. "And two weeks away from being sixteen! Nice of you to keep track."
"Oh Becky, your father's only teasing. Now be a good girl and do your homework while we're out. We'll be back at ten-thirty or so. Maybe eleven."
Becky nodded. She had no intention of doing her homework, really - it was not due until Friday and she absolutely never looked at her homework until the night before its due date. She was not a particularly conscientious girl when it came to her studies, preferring to read her books, and surf the Internet if her parents were out.
After supper, her parents left the house to go to a concert being held by the local choral society, leaving Becky alone to surf to her heart's content. She switched the computer on and then sat down in front of it, waiting for the desktop to load up. As she sat there, she rubbed at her abdomen - it was aching a little, the way it did when she had not been to the loo for a while. Getting up, she trotted through to the bathroom, pulled down her panties, gathered up her skirt, and sat down on the toilet seat. She began to strain.
A poo began to emerge, and she winced - it was a hard one and, by the feel of it, great in girth. She relaxed her anus as much as possible, and clenched her buttocks together in an attempt to squeeze the poo into a smaller diameter. It helped, slightly, and the poo started to slide wetly out of her sphincter. As more of it emerged, its point sank inexorably towards the water, and she prepared herself for the sudden rush and easing-off of pressure that would signal the impending terminus of her faecal production.
The tip reached and broke the surface of the water, then descended steadily towards the base of the bowl. Still there was no sign of Becky's poo coming to an end, and she began to think to herself that this was probably the longest unbroken specimen she had ever expelled. She wondered if she could manage to keep it intact until the last remnant had left her rectum. She anticipated that it would be quite a sight, curled up in the bottom of the toilet bowl.
But as the poo hit bottom and began to bend, and as she continued to push, more and more of the poo emerged with still no indication that it was about to come to an end. Somewhat intrigued, Becky parted her legs and looked down into the bowl, watching as her poo began laying itself along the dry ceramic slope above the surface of the water. Since she was sitting quite far back, however, it soon began to bend the other way, and the bulk of what was still suspended in the air began to descend back towards the water. And still it came.
Now a little alarmed, Becky wondered just how long this could possibly continue. Her bowels could only hold so much, and she must surely have practically emptied them by now. Yet strangely she felt no emptier than when she had first sat down. Her poo was now beginning to pile itself on top of what was already in the water, and she decided enough was enough. She clenched her anal sphincter.
The poo broke off and fell with a muffled 'splat' into the toilet bowl. Yet almost immediately Becky began to feel a growing pressure inside her rectum, and an aching in her bowels that quickly intensified until it was almost unbearable. With a gasp of pain, she relaxed her sphincter once again to allow the remaining excrement to escape.
It pushed its way out with a will. Sliding smoothly through the muscular flesh of her anus, it descended quickly towards the growing pile in the bowl. Becky suddenly realised that this much poo would be difficult to flush away. She hurriedly reached behind her and pressed the lever before any more could build up.
Water poured into the toilet bowl, splashing over the tangled mass of poo that lay draped around the sides and down into the base of the bowl. The water level quickly arose, as the poo was now blocking much of the passage to the S-bend. Suddenly frightened that it might overflow, Becky reached down by the side of the cistern for the brush, which she then used in an attempt to push the poo into the bend, where hopefully the water would force it all the way through.
And still more poo was emerging at a steady pace from her anus. As wide as ever, though not quite as hard as it had been right at the beginning, it was sliding out of her like a long, brown, scaleless snake. Becky was unable to do a particularly good job with the brush, since she had to remain poised over the toilet bowl, and by the time the water had stopped flowing she found she had virtually jammed up the S-bend with her poo. Fortunately there had been no overflow, but the water was now taking a very long time to return to its initial level, and inch after inch of poo was steadily adding to the brown islands sitting in their murky lake.
Worse still, she seemed now to be defecating at an increased rate. The poo was sliding out of her bottom with a smoothness and swiftness that was decidedly uncharacteristic. Becky was beginning to panic. What was she to do? If she flushed again, the entire bathroom floor would be awash with water and poo. Then again, what if the entire bowl filled up and she still had not finished?
How was this happening to her? It seemed to defy all natural laws. Her bowels could not possibly possess the capacity to generate this much waste, could they? She tried to think, but it was difficult to clear her mind when she could feel a never-ending flow of poo coming out of her anus. She closed her eyes and tried to come up with an answer to her dilemma. What could she do?
A sudden touch of something moist and squishy pressing against her buttock made her eyes flick open. She looked down between her legs, and gasped in horror. The brown mass was now piled so high it had almost reached the seat. And still there was no sign of the flow stopping - in fact, it seemed to be flowing faster than ever. In desperation she clenched her anus closed, but had to relax it again almost immediately with a cry of pain as the pressure became instantly intolerable.
'I have to do something,' she said to herself. But what? Should she call the hospital? No! Far too embarrassing. And yet, what if it did not stop? Ever?
While she pondered this the poo was piling itself higher and higher, topping the level of the seat as Becky raised herself up to avoid it. 'I have to get out of this house,' she thought, 'or I'll end up heaping poo over everything.'
Taking a deep breath, she clenched her anus to break the poo, then relaxed again as pain struck swiftly. She hurriedly pulled her panties up as her faeces began to slither out with renewed speed, and held on to them tightly as she ran out of the room. Rushing down the stairs, she broke out into a panicked sweat as she felt her poo pushing the material outwards away from her bottom. She rushed to the front door, threw it open, then leaped outside, closing the door behind her. She stopped and heaved a sigh of relief - she had not dropped any on the carpets.
Becky's panties were now being stretched so much that the pressure of poo was pulling them down away from her bottom. She rushed to the flower bed at the edge of the lawn and then pulled her panties right down, letting their contents spill on to the bare soil. She then continued to squat there, while more and more poo snaked out of her rectum to form a rapidly-growing pile between two half-grown sunflowers.
'This is no good,' she thought to herself after the pile had grown to nearly a foot in height. 'I have to get to the hospital.'
For a minute she considered using a callbox to phone for an ambulance, but then realised she had no money. And she did not dare go inside again. But then she remembered that her bus pass was still in the breast pocket of the shirt she was wearing. She took it out, and began to wonder when the next bus would come. Squatting beside the tall fence bordering her garden, Becky was fairly effectively concealed from passers-by, but she could also not see when a bus was coming. Deciding she would have to rely on her hearing to alert her to an imminent arrival, she waited, while the pile of poo at her feet grew and grew.
Then (thank heavens!) she heard the tell-tale low engine noise of an approaching bus. Breaking off her poo in mid-flow, Becky pulled up her panties and raced out of her garden to the bus stop, which was just outside her house. Holding up her hand and waving, she caught the driver's attention, and the bus slowed down and stopped just next to her while her panties quickly began to fill up again.
By the time she set foot on the bus, they were straining under the pressure of newly-emerging poo, seven inches long already and growing as fast as ever. Fearful lest it should all spill out while she was talking to the driver, she reached under her skirt and squished the poo up against her buttocks, temporarily relieving the strain on her underwear. With her other hand she fetched her pass out of her breast pocket.
"Does this bus go along Mill Road?" she asked. "Where the hospital is?"
The driver nodded. "Yes, young lady," he said, "we stop right outside the hospital."
"And how long do you think it will take to get there?" Becky asked in a hurried voice. Her panties were sagging dangerously. Taking a furtive glance down the aisle, she noticed that there was only one passenger on the lower deck, and he was not looking her way. She surreptitiously reached behind her bottom, slipped her hand under her skirt, placed it under the great bulge in her panties, and pushed upwards with her palm. The bulge flattened and spread, squishing between her buttocks and sliding forward across her pussy.
"About fifteen minutes," the driver replied. Then he sniffed the air and frowned. "What's that awful smell?" he asked. "It smells like ... sh..."
"It's the local sewage works," Becky cut him off quickly, her cheeks flushing crimson. "The wind's blowing the smell over this way. Anyway thanks." She ran up the stairs, her bulging panties bouncing and slapping a huge wad of her squashed poo against her buttocks with each step.
There was a man and a woman on the top deck, but both were sitting near the back, so Becky decided to sit in the very front row of seats, on the left hand side of the aisle. She sat down gingerly, spreading her skirt around her, and shuddered with disgust as she began to put her weight on the mass of poo in her panties, which were now practically filled to capacity. She would make a horrible mess of the seat, she reflected, but then, it was not really her fault.
The poo was squashed once more, and it flooded forwards to cradle her pussy in a moist, warm, sticky embrace. And still it was coming out - Becky found she had to lean over and put her weight on her right buttock so as not to impede the flow. She lifted her left buttock clear off the seat, so that she was expelling her poo sideways. As the bus began to move, her panties filled to bursting point, then overflowed on to the seat next to her. She was glad of the skirt, which enabled her to conceal her crime.
After a couple of minutes, Becky came up with a theory on how she could get the flow to stop. 'Perhaps', she thought, 'if I actually try to force it out, rather than letting it come out by itself, I'll be able to get rid of it faster than it can be replenished. Then at least I'll be able to give myself some kind of breathing space.'
She attempted this tactic. Straining with all her might, she pushed the poo out as fast and as hard as she possibly could. The first part of her plan seemed to be working, as her faecal matter began discharging from her rectum at a greatly increased rate. She reached beneath her skirt and pulled the material of her panties to one side so that she could facilitate her excrement's expulsion. She got poo all over her hand for her pains, but she was determined to give her plan a good shot.
The vile matter poured out of her like toothpaste from a tube, and still she kept pushing hard. Eventually, however, as the pile on the seat beside her grew to virtually un-hideable proportions, and there was still no sign of the flow diminishing, she gave up this plan, and relaxed.
The flow, however, did not slow down. It had apparently got used to this new rate and was not about to downgrade. Alarmed, Becky tried to clench her buttocks together, but this only made matters worse. Frustrated, Becky relaxed and lifted herself up off the seat slightly, still holding her panties aside so that she was now defecating directly on to the seat beneath her bottom. She wondered whether she should scrape the pile next to her on to the floor, in order to make room for further production, but she decided against it, hoping that it would remain unnoticed until she arrived at the hospital.
The bus slowed down and stopped to pick up another passenger. Becky's heart sank as she heard footsteps on the stairs. A tall grey-haired man appeared, and Becky crossed her fingers, hoping that he would sit at the back with the others. But as he turned towards her, she knew she was in trouble unless she acted quickly. She let go of her panties so that they covered her buttocks once again, then sat down hard on the pile of poo beneath her. It squished all around her buttocks and panties, but she forced herself to ignore this horror as she shoved a great pile of poo off the seat next to her on to the floor. It landed with a splat that she hoped the newcomer would not hear.
Fortunately, the newcomer made no sign of having seen or heard anything suspicious. He walked right up to the front of the bus, smiled briefly at Becky, then sat down on the other side of the aisle and looked out of the window.
Becky sat still, unsure of what to do. It would be another ten minutes before they reached the hospital - how could she possibly conceal her predicament from the man until then? Already her panties were almost full again. And a few seconds later, they were completely full, bulging and ready to overflow. Becky had to continually lift herself off the seat to allow more poo to gush forth, then sit down again to flatten it. Her pubic hair was saturated with poo. Her pussy was smothered in it - the mess was crammed into the groove between her labia and was even finding its way into her vaginal opening.
The smell had finally become apparent to the man on the other side of the aisle. He was staring at Becky suspiciously. Becky ignored him, looking straight ahead of her while she tried to arrange her legs so as to block his view of the pile of poo on the floor. However, more poo was beginning to force its way up between her thighs to form a new pile on her lap underneath her skirt. As it expanded, it caused her skirt to bulge upwards a little.
Then the man spoke up. "Excuse me," he said in a somewhat hostile tone. "Have you crapped yourself?"
Becky blushed furiously. "Leave me alone," she said quietly.
But the man had other ideas. He stood up, took a couple of steps towards Becky, and then whipped a handkerchief out of his pocket. He covered his nose with it. "Good grief!" he exclaimed. "What a diabolical smell! It is you, isn't it?" He turned and stomped off down the stairs. Becky sighed with relief.
But with a sudden squeal of brakes, the bus came to a halt. Becky's bottom, lubricated by all the poo she was sitting on, slid forward, almost falling off the seat. Footsteps thundered up the stairs. Becky turned in surprise, and saw the grey-haired man returning with the bus driver. She suddenly felt afraid.
"What's all this then?" asked the driver. "Are you making a mess of my bus?"
"It's not my fault!" wailed Becky, bursting into tears. "There's something wrong with me - I just can't stop pooing! That's why I need to get to..."
"You'll get no further than right here!" growled the driver angrily. He reached over and grabbed her shoulder. "Come on young lady, get off this bus right now!"
"But you don't understand! It's not my fault!"
"Whatever you say. Now get the hell off my bus before I physically kick you off myself."
Frustrated and utterly humiliated, Becky stood up, revealing a massive, partially-squashed heap of poo on the seat. As she walked past the driver and the grey-haired man, lumps of poo fell from under her skirt and on to the floor.
"Absolutely disgusting," remarked the grey-haired man, sotto voce.
Becky hurried down the stairs as quickly as she could. Her panties were beginning to overflow, and were threatening to fall down to the floor. She reached under her skirt and grabbed the waistband to keep them in place. With her other hand she squished the emerging poo to ease the pressure. Unfortunately this also had the effect of squeezing some out of her panties entirely. A large lump dropped to the floor and splatted.
The driver, coming down after her, opened the door and she stepped off. The bus drove off, and it suddenly occurred to Becky that she had no idea where she was. She sighed and began to walk down the street after the bus.
It did not look like a nice neighbourhood. Becky could see several youths up ahead of her, and she had no intention of walking past them while she was dropping poo every few feet. Instead, she took a left in the hope of bypassing them somehow. This took her into a dim alley, where she paused for a moment to empty out her panties. They were now completely sodden with poo - barely any white was remaining, and that was only around parts of the waistband. The inside of her skirt was also covered with poo, and it felt very uncomfortable as it brushed against her thighs.
After having rested for a while in the alley, and having built up quite a pile of excrement at the base of the wall, Becky pulled up her panties and continued on her way. Every half minute or so she would pull her panties aside and let their contents fall with a splat on to the ground, and in this manner she progressed without having to stop every few seconds.
Night was falling, but by the light of a sodium vapour lamp a group of nine or ten young men were playing football in a run-down car park. Becky paused and considered what to do. They were between her and the next road which she was planning to take. There was no way to sneak past without being seen. But how could she ensure that she did not 'embarrass' herself in front of them?
In the end she decided she had no choice but to go for it. She emptied out her panties, put them back in place, and began walking swiftly out into the car park as her panties quickly began to refill. She hugged the edge of the car park, reaching back with her hand to squish her poo every ten seconds or so.
"Hey!" said one of the men, a fairly tall and very heavily-built individual with a stubbly beard. "Do you play football? We're short one player."
Becky ignored him and quickened her pace.
The man ran to cut her off. His friends were following on behind. "There's no need to be coy," said the man, who looked even larger close-up. "My name's Andy. Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"That's my business," Becky muttered, attempting to push past him. She was terrified that her panties would overflow any second, and she did not want the men to see this happen.
"Now hold on," said Andy, putting a hand out to stop her. "I'm not sure I like your tone. Why be so rude?"
"Please, let me go," Becky pleaded, now quite afraid. "I have to get to the hospital."
"That's quite a way," said Andy. "You should have taken the bus."
"I tried to. Please - I'm in a hurry."
Then it happened. Her panties, stretched to the limit, and overflowing with poo, finally let a large lump fall to the ground. It hit with an audible slap.
"What the..." Andy began.
Then one of his friend's laughed. "She's crapped herself!" he exclaimed.
"Jeez, you must really be scared, huh?" Andy chuckled. "I've never seen a grown woman ... well, almost grown I guess ... crap herself before."
"Please leave me alone!" Becky tried to rush through the closing ranks, but Andy pushed her back. More poo fell out of her panties.
"Good grief, you must be petrified! I like that in a girl. Here Stuart, let's see the extent of her fear."
The man named Stuart, who looked about eighteen or nineteen, suddenly lifted the back of Becky's skirt. She shrieked and tried to pull it down.
"Hey guys, you have to check this out!" said Stuart. "Her knickers are totally full of it!"
"Sounds like something I should see," remarked Andy. "Brian, Frank, pin her down for me would you? On her front."
Becky screamed as she was forced down on to the tarmac, but Andy kicked her in the shoulder. "Shut your noise," he said sternly. "Or I'm sure I can use one of my smelly socks as a gag."
Becky struggled furiously, but Brian and Frank were strong, and she was soon lying face down, with Brian sitting on her shoulder blades and Frank holding her ankles still. Stuart now lifted her skirt again, revealing her enormously distended panties.
"Crikey, did you ever see so much shit?" he cried in awe. "Yuck - and her skirt's covered all over with it. You know Andy, I think she'd been shitting herself before she got here."
"Is that right?" Andy chuckled. "You into a bit of scat, young lady?"
"Fuck you!" Becky screamed, though she could not put a lot of volume into it since Brian's weight was squeezing her lungs.
"Keep the noise down!" Andy commanded sharply. "Right, time for that gag. Unfortunately I think my socks are too short for the job. Hey Brian, get up off her back a minute, and help me take off her shirt."
Once Brian was off her she renewed her struggles, and Andy allowed her to turn over on to her back before pinning her shoulders. Brian ripped her shirt open, and buttons flew in all directions. "Nice tits," he commented.
"We'll get the bra next," said Andy. "Turn her over."
Together they turned her over on to her front again, and managed to pull her shirt off. Then her bra was unfastened and removed roughly. Becky screamed again. Andy ripped one of her shirt sleeves off and held it up.
"Hey presto, one gag," he said. "Stuart, get her knickers off. Leave the contents where they are, though."
"Um, I'll try," said Stuart. "Ugh, messy job though." He gingerly pulled her panties down her legs using as little finger area as possible, and shaking them so that the poo inside detached and fell against her buttocks and upper thighs. Then Frank released her ankles just long enough for the garment to be completely removed.
"You know," said another of the men, watching the pile grow by the second, "I think she's crapping right now!"
Andy peered closer in the half-light. "You're right, Jim," he said. "Well well well. Right, young lady, open your mouth."
"Fuck off," muttered Becky. "You guys are going to be in so much trouble when I get to the police."
Andy laughed. "Shouldn't you say: if you get to the police? What makes you think we're going to let you go?"
A cold shiver ran down Becky's spine as for the first time the thought occurred to her that she might not survive the night. "You're not going to kill me are you?" she asked in a whisper.
"Jeez, Andy," said Stuart. "You're not seriously..."
"Hush Stuart," said Andy. "That depends, young lady, on whether you cooperate. Open your mouth."
Becky did so.
"Good," said Andy. He reached down to the pile of poo and grabbed a handful. Then he quickly pushed it into her mouth. Becky tried to spit it out, but Andy had already sealed her mouth with her shirt sleeve. He tied it securely round the back.
"Now don't swallow that, will you?" he said. "That should keep you quiet for a while."
He turned to the others. "Right, get her skirt off, and her shoes and socks. Might as well have her completely naked."
With a bit of fiddling, and the ripping in half of the skirt, this was accomplished. In the meantime the pile of poo on Becky's bottom and upper legs was growing steadily. She could feel it extruding from her anus as fast as ever, and wondered when the men would realise that she actually had a serious medical problem. She also wondered if they would care.
"Right," said Andy, "who wants to fuck her first?"
Nobody volunteered. "Oh come on," Andy chided them. "Afraid of getting messy?"
"Quite frankly, yes," said another of the men. "Look at her - she's still crapping I think."
"There's enough there to cover her whole body, I reckon," said Frank. "I think we should cover her from head to toe in her own shit."
"An excellent plan," agreed Andy. "Who wants to do that?"
Again, nobody volunteered.
"God, you're all wimps. Okay, I suppose I'll do it myself." Andy began to take handfuls of poo and plaster them up and down her back, followed by the backs of her legs. Then he massaged some into her hair. "Right, turn her over," he said.
Becky, tears streaming down her cheeks, was rolled over on to her back, her pussy and breasts exposed to the men for the first time. She had never felt so degraded, so abused, so humiliated, so violated. It was worse than the most horrible nightmare she could have dreamed up. She looked blankly up at the sky as Andy rubbed handfuls of her own poo into her breasts, her pussy, her face, her legs, her belly, her feet, and in fact over her entire body. And still she was producing more, almost as fast as Andy was using it. At any rate the pile between her thighs was scarcely diminishing.
"Where the hell is all this coming from?" Stuart wondered aloud. "She must not have been for months!"
"Yeah, it's a mystery all right," agreed Andy. "Kind of defies the laws of physics, or biology, or something. Still, waste not, want not." He continued to heap poo on to her torso. "Hey, I'll tell you what, if nobody wants to fuck her, we might as well fill her cunt, what do you reckon?"
"Cool!" said Frank and Brian together.
"Well, Frank, you take her left leg and Stuart take her right. Brian, keep a hold of her shoulders. Spread her open, lads!"
Stuart and Frank each pulled to one side, so that Becky's legs were spread wide. All the men could now see the poo continually emerging from her anus. They stared in awe for a few minutes as a new pile grew before their eyes.
"Isn't that just the freakiest thing you ever saw?" remarked Jim.
"It is." Andy nodded. "Right, time to open her up." He slipped two poo-covered fingers into Becky's vagina, though even this was a tight fit. "Hey, I think we have ourselves a virgin here," he said. "Are you all sure you don't want to fuck her first?"
"Oh all right," said one of the other men. "I'll have a go. I'm not getting my clothes messy though." He began to disrobe.
"Good for you, Chas," said Andy. "Have fun."
Becky's eyes widened as Chas, now naked, positioned himself above her while being careful not to touch her too much. He planted his hands either side of her shoulders, and slowly guided his erect penis into her vagina. Lubricated by her poo, he slid inside her with a little effort, though he tore her flesh slightly as he ripped through her virginity. Becky winced, then closed her eyes and tried to think of something else.
"Oh my god," Chas murmured with a sigh. "That feels great." He began to thrust in and out of her. Then he bent down and whispered into her ear, "Hey sweetheart, try not to worry too much - I won't let them hurt you."
This jolted Becky back to reality. Of course, Chas's words were ridiculous - she had already been hurt more than she could possibly describe - but his meaning was clear to her, and a faint ray of hope entered her head that Chas might stand up for her if Andy decided to kill her.
Chas began to grunt as his rhythm sped up. Then he gasped as he came, shooting his sperm deep into her body. With a happy smile, he pulled out and clambered off her.
"Anyone else?" asked Andy. "No? Okay then." He slid two fingers into her vagina again, followed by a third, then a fourth. Finally he attempted to insert his thumb as well. "Tight indeed," he muttered. "Well, we'll soon fix that." He pushed forward hard, causing Becky to cry out in pain through her gag. She felt his fist work its way gradually further and further into her body, until at last he was buried up to the wrist. He now began to slide his fist in and out, twisting and turning it as he did so. The pile of poo was now mounting so high that his arm was pressing down into it as he fist-fucked her, so he pulled his hand out and grabbed a piece of her faeces.
He pushed it into her abused orifice, using his fist to punch it all the way to the furthest recesses of her vagina. Then he took another handful and repeated the process. In another minute or so, Becky's vagina was packed full of her own poo, compressed into a hard, solid lump that stretched her soft inner flesh to its limits. In the meantime, of course, she had continued to produce more excrement, and Andy gathered it up in his hands and patted it down over her pussy, making sure to work it into the folds of her labia and the hood around her clitoris.
"Anybody need to take a leak?" he inquired. "I think our human toilet here could use some watering." With that he got to his feet, unzipped his jeans, took out his penis, and began to pee.
With a chorus of approval, several of his friends followed suit, aiming their pee at Becky and pouring their urine all over her face, her breasts, her belly and her pussy. Rivulets flowed off her body, in places cutting channels into the inch-deep poo that covered her. One of the men directed his stream at her gag, and quickly soaked the shirt sleeve. His pee filtered through the material and the poo in her mouth, trickling down into her throat, so that she was obliged to swallow it.
"This is fucking crap, I can't pee with an erection!" Jim complained, as he stood over Becky rather unproductively.
"Just imagine Paul's mum doing a striptease," suggested Andy.
"Ugh!" Jim shuddered. "Hey, that works. Thanks!"
"Hey!" objected Paul. "That's my mother you're talking about!"
Becky felt utterly wretched. No humiliation she had ever experienced could have prepared her for this. Her mouth was full of her own shit, which tasted absolutely disgusting, but she did not dare let herself throw up for fear she should choke to death on her own vomit. Her anus burned with a dull fire from having been constantly stretched for the past hour or so, and her vaginal opening was ablaze with a tearing pain. Her face was covered in her own excreta, her hair was full of it, her body itched all over from the thick coating of poo, and there was nothing she could do about it - her arms and legs were pinned by men far stronger than she. And still it flowed...
"Look," said Chas. "She's still crapping. Maybe we should let her get to a hospital or something."
"Are you kidding?" Andy was scornful. "We could make a fortune with this girl."
"Huh, like how?" asked Stuart.
"Hey, I know," said Jim. "If she's going to keep shitting forever, we could go into the fertiliser business or something."
"You stupid git," said Brian. "You think there's some kind of global shortage of human shit? If it had any commercial value then sewage farms wouldn't spend so much time and energy trying to break it down into harmless chemicals."
"I was talking about videos," said Andy. "You know my mate Robbie? He makes porn films. I'm sure he'd pay a lot for a girl like this - she'd be a godsend to the scat market."
"I really don't think we should do that," said Chas, shaking his head. "Come on - we've had our fun. I think we should let her go."
"You loser!" Andy accused him. "Don't be such a wimp. We're going to keep this little bitch and make some money off her."
"You'll have to go through me first," said Chas, clenching his fists.
Andy grimaced. "Jeez, Chas! What are you like? I'd flatten you in a second."
"I like big fat men like you," said Chas in a menacing voice. "When they fall down, they make more noise. And sometimes they never get up."
A fist slammed into his face and he crashed to the ground, practically insensible. Andy looked down at him with contempt. "If you're going to punch, punch!" he said. "Don't talk."
"Is that from a film?" inquired Brian, his brow furrowing.
"Yeah, 'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly'," said Andy. "Well, nearly. Substitute 'shoot' for 'punch' and you'll have the idea."
"Oh, I love that movie," Stuart commented. "The best of the spaghetti westerns."
"Nah, 'Once Upon a Time in the West' was better," said Jim.
"Don't talk crap," said Stuart. "It didn't even have Clint Eastwood in it. Charles Bronson just wasn't nearly as impressive."
"Yeah but 'Once Upon a Time in the West' wasn't just about Charles Bronson. It was an ensemble piece. It had grandeur, scale, a magnificence that the 'Dollars' trilogy barely touched upon. And, for once, it had a strong central female character. And you have to admit, Claudia Cardinale was a babe."
"Very nice, yes, but you can't beat the three-cornered gunfight in 'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly'. Not to mention the classic sequence where Eli Wallach is looking for the grave of Arch Stanton."
"How about the prolonged opening sequence of 'Once Upon a Time in the West'?" Jim pointed out. "That was equally magnificent."
"Would you two shut up!" complained Andy. "Jeez! It's academic anyway - 'Once Upon a Time in the West' wasn't even a spaghetti western."
"What?" Jim was aggrieved. "Of course it was!"
"No it wasn't you dumbfuck. It was shot in the States. Sergio Leone went over to America to film a gangster picture and ended up shooting 'Once Upon a Time in the West' instead."
"Hang on though, he did make a gangster film in the States," argued Jim.
"Yeah, 'Once Upon a Time in America'. But that wasn't for another fifteen years. Anyway let's get this little toilet slut dressed."
"How are we going to clean her up?" asked Brian.
"We won't." Andy grinned. "We'll just put her clothes on over the top of all this crap of hers."
"Well you can forget the skirt for a start," said Frank. "It's completely torn - it's unwearable."
"Okay, well she can still wear her bra, knickers and shirt, right? Not to mention shoes and socks. Actually forget the socks - throw them away. I want to fill her shoes."
He bent down and began to scoop Becky's poo into her shoes. When they were both filled up, he took each in turn and slipped Becky's feet into them. Her toes sank into the foul substance, which splurged out of the sides as her feet were pushed gradually all the way to the ends of her shoes. Then Andy made her sit up, while Brian still held tightly on to her shoulders. Together they managed to get her bra on, and Andy spent some time cramming the cups full of poo before fastening it at the back. Becky's breasts squished into her poo-filled bra cups, her nipples nestling deep into the muck.
Then Andy got her shirt and put it on her, though only one button, which was on a level with her navel, was still intact and functional. He did it up and smiled at the way the shirt could not help gaping open whenever she moved. Finally he took her panties and filled them up with poo.
"Get her on to her feet," he said to Brian.
Brian obliged, though as soon as she was up Becky started trying to struggle free. Andy put a stop to this by punching her in the stomach. She doubled over in pain and howled through her gag.
"Right," said Andy. "Now step into your knickers, there's a good girl."
Tears pouring from her eyes, Becky unsteadily put first one foot in, then the other.
"Good girl," Andy approved. He slid the panties up her legs, taking care to catch the ten-inch long poo that was even now descending from her anus. He pulled her panties up to her crotch, squishing the poo into her pussy and bottom. Then he watched as the back of the panties continued to distend, pushed downwards by the weight of the continuously-emerging excrement. He squished it back. "Now hold on to those," he said to Becky. "We wouldn't want them falling down, would we? And try to keep as much of your poo in there as you can, okay?"
Wham! Andy's eyes suddenly glazed over and he toppled, like a falling tree trunk, to the ground. Behind him stood Chas, holding a brick in his right hand. His nose was bleeding and he looked rather unsteady on his feet. He also looked exceedingly mad.
"Get going," he said to Becky. "Run! And if any of you others tries to stop her, I'll fucking kill you."
The others stood back, alarmed. For a moment Becky stood still, hardly taking in the situation. But then she suddenly realised she was free. Grabbing the back of her panties with one hand to hold them up, she dashed off into the night, leaving in her wake great lumps of poo that were flung in all directions as she ran. Reaching up to her face, she pulled off her gag and spat partially-liquified poo from her mouth, then she used the material to wipe most of the poo off her face. And all the while she kept on running, through alleys and back streets, until she once again reached the main road. Here, exhausted, she stopped and considered her position. She was, she decided, about halfway between her house and the hospital. Returning home would do no good - her parents would not be back for another couple of hours. She might as well continue on to the hospital.
Passing cars hooted at her as she walked along the pavement, but she did her best to ignore them. This was difficult, though - she was acutely aware of how she must look in just a shirt and panties, and covered from head to toe in poo. Groups of teenagers shouted abusive remarks at her, and sometimes she broke into a run in order to get past them more quickly. Fortunately, however, she was not molested again. After ten minutes or so she heard a bus coming up behind her, and she flagged it down.
"Please!" she exclaimed as the doors opened. "Please don't turn me away! I've been raped and abused and horrible things have been done to me - please could you take me to the hospital?"
The driver stared at her with a mixture of astonishment and shock. Then he recovered himself. "Step right aboard, love," he said. "We'll get you there in no time. Don't you worry about a thing."
Overwhelmed with gratitude, Becky climbed on board and reached for her pass. The driver, thinking she was looking for money, shook his head.
"Don't worry about the fare, love," he said. You just sit yourself down and we'll be there in a jiffy. It doesn't matter about the ... mess - I'll have it cleaned up tonight."
"Oh, thank you so much," said Becky, smiling at him with brown teeth. She took a seat on the lower deck, near the front, and the bus drove off.
In only a few minutes they had arrived outside the hospital, though in that time Becky had produced another huge pile of poo on her seat. The bus driver beckoned to her. "Here we are, love," he said. "Would you like me to accompany you in?"
Becky shook her head. "No, that's okay," she said. "Thanks for your kindness - I won't forget it."
"All in a day's work, miss," replied the driver with a cheerful grin. "You take care now."
Becky waved to him and got off the bus, dropping more faecal lumps from her panties in the process. She was exhausted now, and in pain, and the poo all over her body was beginning to get hard and crusty, but she was glad finally to be in a place where she could rest and where people would take care of her.
She found the outpatients department and reported to the reception. At every step of the way she was met with horrified looks and whispered comments, and she kept dropping poo on the hospital's nice clean floor, but she was beyond caring.
"Hello. My name's Rebecca Booth - I have a serious bowel problem," she said to the receptionist.
The receptionist stared at her in barely concealed disgust. "I can see that," she said.
"Oh - well I didn't do this to myself - a bunch of horrible men covered me with my own poo. I need to see a doctor straight away."
"Um, one moment please," said the receptionist. "Would you please wait over there? And ... would you be so good as to refrain from sitting on the seats?"
Becky frowned, then sighed. "Yeah, sure, whatever," she said. "But please hurry and get someone." She walked over to where the seats were, and stood by the far wall. Every half-minute or so she had to empty out her panties, and this fact was not lost on the receptionist, who was staring at her while talking on the phone.
Becky did not have to wait long. A nurse appeared, stopping in her tracks when she saw Becky. She consulted her clipboard. "Rebecca Booth?" she inquired.
"That's me," said Becky.
"Um, perhaps you would like to use a shower?" the nurse suggested. "It would ... facilitate the doctor's examination."
"Oh gosh yes, thank you!" said Becky. "I'm just dying to get clean. Lead the way!"
The nurse smiled. "This way please." She walked off down the corridor, and Becky followed.
"I should explain," said Becky, "that I seem to be suffering from an unusual condition wherein I can't stop pooing. This evening I've already produced several times my own weight, and it just keeps coming. I can't understand it and it's really frightening me."
The nurse turned and looked at her oddly. "I'm sure the doctor will be able to help," she said. "In there ... see? I'll bring you a towel and a robe."
"Thank you," said Becky.
Five minutes later she was relaxing under a steady stream of deliciously hot water, while vast quantities of liquid, mushy poo were building up around her feet. As much as she tried to force the stuff to go down the drain, there was just too much of it, and in the end the drain became blocked and the water level began to build up. Soon Becky was up to her ankles in a mixture of water and poo, and she was still contributing great quantities of the latter to the mess at her feet. The floor of the shower was surrounded by a little wall about four inches high, and Becky began to be concerned that the shower would overflow. She turned off the water.
She was mostly clean now. Her hair had been purged of poo, and she had scrubbed the rest of her body till no trace of brown remained. Her vagina was still fairly full, and so she spent the next few minutes trying to pry it all out with her fingers. It was a tricky task. Once she had done all she could, she squatted down at the edge of the shower stall and simply waited, while great quantities of her poo began to pile up beneath her. Partially dissolving in the semi-aqueous mixture surrounding it, the pile slowly spread outwards instead of building upwards.
Becky regarded her clothes, heaped in the corner of the stall. Saturated with poo, they were beyond salvage, she decided. It would be much better to have her parents bring her some fresh clothes.
Just then she heard the door open. "Are you all right in there?" came the nurse's voice.
"Yes thanks, fine," Becky replied. "Except that I'm kind of filling up this shower stall with poo, and it's going to overflow in a minute if something isn't done about it. It might be best if the doctor comes in here to examine me."
There was a pause. Then the nurse said, "Mind if I take a look?"
Becky, still crouching, folded her arms across her breasts. "Sure," she said.
The shower curtain was pulled back and the nurse surveyed the scene, while holding her nose against the smell. "I'll go and fetch him," she said. "In the meantime here's a towel and a robe." She hung these articles on hooks just outside the shower, then turned and left.
Becky got to her feet and pulled the shower curtain open. She figured she might as get herself as decent as possible before the doctor arrived. She took the towel first, and carefully dried herself while trying not to dip any part of the towel into the pool of mushy poo. Having done this, she replaced it on the hook and reached for the robe. This was on a more distant hook, and Becky had to lean forward to reach it, since she did not wish to step out of the shower while she was still defecating constantly.
Then her feet lost their grip on the slippery floor. In a panic, her flailing arms found the wall and pushed against it so that she fell back inside the shower, landing hard on her hip and then rolling on to her front. She winced in pain, then cursed as she realised she was now covered in poo once again. She looked up, then noticed with horror that the nurse and a balding Indian doctor were staring down at her.
"I slipped!" she said plaintively, while getting to her feet and trying to cover her breasts and pussy.
"I see," said the doctor. "Good evening Miss Booth. You seem to have made quite an impression here. May I ask what is the trouble you are experiencing?"
"I can't stop pooing!" Becky complained. "It just keeps coming out and coming out and never stopping!"
"That is quite a phenomenon," remarked the doctor. "May I see?"
Becky began to turn around, then realised with a strange mixture of relief and horror that she was no longer defecating. The interminable flow had unaccountably ceased. "I don't believe it!" she exclaimed. "It's stopped! I swear, I've been pooing continuously for about three hours now and it didn't stop until just now when I fell over. The jolt must have stopped it somehow."
"I think we had better phone your parents," said the doctor sagely. "Do they know you are here?"
"No they don't - they went out to a concert. They won't be back until ten-thirty at the earliest."
"Okay, then I suggest you finish your shower in another stall and then wait until we can contact them. Apart from that I don't really think there is much I can do."
"Oh but there is!" exclaimed Becky. "Whatever it was that caused me to poo so much is clearly still inside me! I don't know - it must be some kind of device that replicates matter. Somehow it was switched on when I started pooing three hours ago, and it didn't get switched off until just now. But it's still in there, and it could be switched back on at any time! I need an x-ray at the very least, just to see what's in there."
The doctor raised an eyebrow and looked at the nurse. Then he turned back to Becky. "We will see what your parents have to say," he said. "Tell me, how do you think this ... device ... got inside you?"
"Well I know this is going to sound crazy," said Becky, "but last night I think I was abducted by aliens. I had this dream where they gave me an anal probe - well I thought it was a dream, but now I'm not so sure. Anyway I think they must have put it inside me."
"A ... matter replicator?" The doctor looked amused.
"Yes. Don't ask me why."
"Well this is an extraordinary story, Miss Booth," said the doctor, "but I am afraid there is very little evidence for me to go on. I am not a believer in alien abductions..." Here he chuckled a little. "From what I can tell you seem to be a young lady with a passion for ... oh, what is the term ... coprophilia? I think that's it. A love of excrement. I would therefore suggest that you refrain from perpetuating this bizarre story of yours any further, and merely clean yourself up before getting in touch with your parents."
Becky stared at him, open-mouthed. "Are you blind?" she demanded. "Do you think I could produce all this poo under normal circumstances?"
The doctor shrugged. "As I understand it, you were covered in it when you came in. I am sure you had help. But I am a busy man, Miss Booth. Nurse Wilson will be on call if you need anything."
"But wait!" Becky cried desperately. "I was raped! You have to investigate that, surely?"
"You were raped?"
"Yes!" Becky insisted. "There were about ten men. First they rubbed my poo all over me, then one of them raped me, then they stuffed me full of poo."
"Are you sure they did not defecate on you?" inquired the doctor with a half-smile.
"I'm positive!" Becky threw up her hands in despair, realising how ridiculous her story must sound. But this sudden action caused semi-liquid poo to fly towards the doctor and the nurse. One piece splattered against the doctor's cheek. He frowned and produced a handkerchief, with which he wiped away the offending matter.
"Miss Booth, I am leaving now. Please do not cause any more trouble." He turned and left.
The nurse, fixing a meaningful and contemptuous glare upon Becky, followed him out.
Defeated, Becky slumped against the wall, and began to cry. Nobody would ever believe her story now, which was unpardonable when she had suffered so much! But what could she do to convince them? The whole premise was so bizarre and unheard-of - nobody in their right mind would believe it any more than they would believe anyone who claimed to have been abducted by aliens.
So the device, whatever it was, would remain inside her. Who knew what kind of trigger would set it off next time? Where would she be, and what would she be doing, when next she found herself pooing without end? It was all too horrible to think about.
The fight was all gone out of her. Dispirited and disillusioned, Becky sank to the floor, her bottom sinking into the squishy, mushy poo, which surged between her buttocks and squelched against her pussy, seeping into her moist groove. She would have to get used to this feeling, she reflected with an air of detachment. After all, when she next found her panties filling up with poo, nobody would believe that she was not doing it on purpose...


THE END