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To worried parent..
im a 20 year old female. and until i was about 14 I had the same problem. I would usually leave big hershey marks on my pants because I would be on the computer and would not want to use the bathroom, and I would think that I could hold it. But i would poop a little and it would leave marks on my pants. i have had accidents where I would be sitting down and poop all over my self. I think its mostly laziness. Im sure that it is something she will grow out of.
im a 20 year old female. and until i was about 14 I had the same problem. I would usually leave big hershey marks on my pants because I would be on the computer and would not want to use the bathroom, and I would think that I could hold it. But i would poop a little and it would leave marks on my pants. i have had accidents where I would be sitting down and poop all over my self. I think its mostly laziness. Im sure that it is something she will grow out of.
David
Dear Worried Parent:
I would very gently bring up the subject with your daughter and ask her if she is just ignoring the urge and then she has accidents or if she is having like urges and then leakages not long after getting the urge to go or what, it may just be she is putting off going to the bathroom too much because she doesn't want to take time out of her life to go if that is the case then I would talk to her about going when she feels the urge. If its a physical problem her regular doctor or other care provider such as a PA might talk to her and see what is going on but only do this as a last resort.
Dear Worried Parent:
I would very gently bring up the subject with your daughter and ask her if she is just ignoring the urge and then she has accidents or if she is having like urges and then leakages not long after getting the urge to go or what, it may just be she is putting off going to the bathroom too much because she doesn't want to take time out of her life to go if that is the case then I would talk to her about going when she feels the urge. If its a physical problem her regular doctor or other care provider such as a PA might talk to her and see what is going on but only do this as a last resort.
Memories
Hey,I'm new here.I'm female and 15 years old.I have a big bladder and good memory.
Anywho,to my stories.I actually remember the day I learned to use the potty(does anyone else?).Well,anyway.I remember my parents got my a plastic potty that had a slot you removed to empty into the toilet.I didn't really hit it off with the potty and preferred the freedom of diapers,but they were gone.I sometimes used to dampen my new panties when I got the urge and it would show on my trousers,and mom would have to rush me to the bathroom and tear off my clothes.Or else I would just wet them completely.I remember I was toddling in the playground with my two neighbors one day and I just wet myself and kept going,but at this stage I was learning to try and get to the potty,but I didn't know the way.Eventually,one night,my parents were eating cake and I wet my panties a bit,and then knew I had to get to the potty,so I ran to the bathroom and pulled down my pants to let it flow.I was the star of the house that night.
As I got older,I got bolder(as most children do)and when I was at my aunties,she used to punish me and make me stand in the corner.This didn't bother me and my mom never made me do it.Well,once I said a BAD WORD(Probably without knowing what it meant.I was rhyming words with rich,so you can see where that went.She just caught the bad word).So,she stood me in the corner and I expectedto be let out in about ten to twenty minutes.But that time ticked by and I was still there.I got the urge to pee.I was so young,my bladder was small and I knew I had to go soon.I held for afew minutes and then dribbled a little by accident,and it gave me a fright.I called my aunt who was ironing. "Lynn?L-ynn?I have to",but she came marching in and put her fingers to her lips. "Shhh!No talking." And she marched back to the counter leaving me in agony.After about 15 minutes I was more than desperate.I called her but she didn't reply and after that I started to cry,but she gave me no sympathy.She hummed to herself while another shot of pee dampened my panties.(This still happens sometimes,when I have neglected going to the bathroom).After that,another jet shot in and another and another.I clutched myself and I heard my auntie move,so I knew she was looking at me.I waited for her to ask did I need the potty,but she didn't and then my bladder opened and my pee splattered onto the linoleum floor,making a loud noise.Midway through my pee she grabbed my shoulder and I turned to face her,but this had the effect of splashing her dress.She was mad,and actually made me sit in my wet panties all day long.I was angry that she didn't let me pee in the potty and knew my mother would never do that.So,to get her back,I pooped myself that night.I didn't see the point in hauling myself to the toilet and I didn't want to miss an opportunity for her to clean up my mess.I dirtied my bed as much as possible.She scolded me for that!More stories later!See ya
Hey,I'm new here.I'm female and 15 years old.I have a big bladder and good memory.
Anywho,to my stories.I actually remember the day I learned to use the potty(does anyone else?).Well,anyway.I remember my parents got my a plastic potty that had a slot you removed to empty into the toilet.I didn't really hit it off with the potty and preferred the freedom of diapers,but they were gone.I sometimes used to dampen my new panties when I got the urge and it would show on my trousers,and mom would have to rush me to the bathroom and tear off my clothes.Or else I would just wet them completely.I remember I was toddling in the playground with my two neighbors one day and I just wet myself and kept going,but at this stage I was learning to try and get to the potty,but I didn't know the way.Eventually,one night,my parents were eating cake and I wet my panties a bit,and then knew I had to get to the potty,so I ran to the bathroom and pulled down my pants to let it flow.I was the star of the house that night.
As I got older,I got bolder(as most children do)and when I was at my aunties,she used to punish me and make me stand in the corner.This didn't bother me and my mom never made me do it.Well,once I said a BAD WORD(Probably without knowing what it meant.I was rhyming words with rich,so you can see where that went.She just caught the bad word).So,she stood me in the corner and I expectedto be let out in about ten to twenty minutes.But that time ticked by and I was still there.I got the urge to pee.I was so young,my bladder was small and I knew I had to go soon.I held for afew minutes and then dribbled a little by accident,and it gave me a fright.I called my aunt who was ironing. "Lynn?L-ynn?I have to",but she came marching in and put her fingers to her lips. "Shhh!No talking." And she marched back to the counter leaving me in agony.After about 15 minutes I was more than desperate.I called her but she didn't reply and after that I started to cry,but she gave me no sympathy.She hummed to herself while another shot of pee dampened my panties.(This still happens sometimes,when I have neglected going to the bathroom).After that,another jet shot in and another and another.I clutched myself and I heard my auntie move,so I knew she was looking at me.I waited for her to ask did I need the potty,but she didn't and then my bladder opened and my pee splattered onto the linoleum floor,making a loud noise.Midway through my pee she grabbed my shoulder and I turned to face her,but this had the effect of splashing her dress.She was mad,and actually made me sit in my wet panties all day long.I was angry that she didn't let me pee in the potty and knew my mother would never do that.So,to get her back,I pooped myself that night.I didn't see the point in hauling myself to the toilet and I didn't want to miss an opportunity for her to clean up my mess.I dirtied my bed as much as possible.She scolded me for that!More stories later!See ya
Kak(to worried parent)
Worried Parent:There might be something wrong with your daughter,and there might not be.From all your information,I gather that she just doesn't want to stop what she's doing to go to the bathroom.This doesn't mean there's something wrong with her bladder or anything.If your read this site,you'll find that plenty people do it.Although,wthe morning you called her to wake up and she woke up looking scared,suggests that se had an accident and didn't mean for it to happen.The two wetting accidents could be just one of those times where she was too preoccupied,or just couldn't make it to the toilet,like a lot of people.When she pooped while on the computer,it sounded to me like she wanted it to happen,or wasn't bothered about the bathroom.Because,she could have gotten up and gone.Perhaps she liked the feeling of her bed pooping accident and wanted to do it again(again,read these posts and you'll find that that kind of behaviour isn't weird.).If she did like the feeling,that's nothing to be worried about.If these accidents are normal,she wont wet in front of a friend.Yet if you're afraid,ask her about it.Or watch her for a period of time and see what happens.Does she have more accidents,if so does she look like she wants to stop them when she is about to have one or does she let them happen.If she lets them happen this might mean she wants them,or she mightn't notice.If she looks like she's desperate when she has an accident(which from the computer accident,it didn't look like it)it might mean she wasn't able to get to a bathroom in time,or there might be something wrong.Ask her or watch her(asking is nicer),but don't just put her in diapers.
Worried Parent:There might be something wrong with your daughter,and there might not be.From all your information,I gather that she just doesn't want to stop what she's doing to go to the bathroom.This doesn't mean there's something wrong with her bladder or anything.If your read this site,you'll find that plenty people do it.Although,wthe morning you called her to wake up and she woke up looking scared,suggests that se had an accident and didn't mean for it to happen.The two wetting accidents could be just one of those times where she was too preoccupied,or just couldn't make it to the toilet,like a lot of people.When she pooped while on the computer,it sounded to me like she wanted it to happen,or wasn't bothered about the bathroom.Because,she could have gotten up and gone.Perhaps she liked the feeling of her bed pooping accident and wanted to do it again(again,read these posts and you'll find that that kind of behaviour isn't weird.).If she did like the feeling,that's nothing to be worried about.If these accidents are normal,she wont wet in front of a friend.Yet if you're afraid,ask her about it.Or watch her for a period of time and see what happens.Does she have more accidents,if so does she look like she wants to stop them when she is about to have one or does she let them happen.If she lets them happen this might mean she wants them,or she mightn't notice.If she looks like she's desperate when she has an accident(which from the computer accident,it didn't look like it)it might mean she wasn't able to get to a bathroom in time,or there might be something wrong.Ask her or watch her(asking is nicer),but don't just put her in diapers.
radioactivebagel
I've posted a few stories of accidents on here in the past, but I can't remember the use name that I used so i'll just use this one from now on
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Mandy's Survey
Have you ever had an accident on a roller coaster? Not personally, but this reminds me of a pretty funny story I want to post:
About two years ago (I am 18 now, so I was either 15 or 16 at the time) I was at Islands of Adventure in Orlando, and I was in the single rider line. In this particular ride, the single rider line loops around exactly near the exit, so I could see each ride as he/she exited. These two girls exited and I could hear one of them yelling at the other really loudly "ewww....you were so scared that you wet your pants"...I found this kind of strange, and so I looked at the girls. They were about a year younger then me, and so I looked at the back of the one girls pants for any wet spots or etc...I didn't see anything, so I thought nothing more of it. Then, when I get ushered into the ride, I looked at the seats of the ride, and there was a small puddle formed on one of the middle seats. I moved about as far away from that seat as possible, and I think I was the only person on the ride at this particular time, but there definetly was a distinct urine stench associated with it. When the doctor doom voice in the ride said "put your head back because I don't want to miss a drop" I started cracking up thinking about the irony.
Do you like to squat over the toilet seat and poop? No not really
How many times do you go poop a day? maybe once. I don't go often enough at all
How many times do you pee a day? at most about two or three times unless I drink excesively. Most days I don't even need to go right when I wake up
I've posted a few stories of accidents on here in the past, but I can't remember the use name that I used so i'll just use this one from now on
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Mandy's Survey
Have you ever had an accident on a roller coaster? Not personally, but this reminds me of a pretty funny story I want to post:
About two years ago (I am 18 now, so I was either 15 or 16 at the time) I was at Islands of Adventure in Orlando, and I was in the single rider line. In this particular ride, the single rider line loops around exactly near the exit, so I could see each ride as he/she exited. These two girls exited and I could hear one of them yelling at the other really loudly "ewww....you were so scared that you wet your pants"...I found this kind of strange, and so I looked at the girls. They were about a year younger then me, and so I looked at the back of the one girls pants for any wet spots or etc...I didn't see anything, so I thought nothing more of it. Then, when I get ushered into the ride, I looked at the seats of the ride, and there was a small puddle formed on one of the middle seats. I moved about as far away from that seat as possible, and I think I was the only person on the ride at this particular time, but there definetly was a distinct urine stench associated with it. When the doctor doom voice in the ride said "put your head back because I don't want to miss a drop" I started cracking up thinking about the irony.
Do you like to squat over the toilet seat and poop? No not really
How many times do you go poop a day? maybe once. I don't go often enough at all
How many times do you pee a day? at most about two or three times unless I drink excesively. Most days I don't even need to go right when I wake up
Donny
Dear worried parent: I lost track of the last part of your post and when I re-read it, you sounded like you were describing a much younger child who gets so involved in an activity, they don't stop to go to the bathroom. Usually this happens with children from toilet training age up to about 7-8, but at 15, I would think your daughter still needs to learn to make it a priority to relieve herself and drop whatever she is doing. Isn't she uncomfortable in wet or dirty pants? I would think so. Those #2 accidents are a lot of work to clean up. Diapers will only make the problem worse. The only exception is when you know you will be away from toilets for a long time as in a long car trip. I used to keep a diaper in the car for emergencies, if my daughter could not wait she could alway just sit on the diaper and go.
Dear worried parent: I lost track of the last part of your post and when I re-read it, you sounded like you were describing a much younger child who gets so involved in an activity, they don't stop to go to the bathroom. Usually this happens with children from toilet training age up to about 7-8, but at 15, I would think your daughter still needs to learn to make it a priority to relieve herself and drop whatever she is doing. Isn't she uncomfortable in wet or dirty pants? I would think so. Those #2 accidents are a lot of work to clean up. Diapers will only make the problem worse. The only exception is when you know you will be away from toilets for a long time as in a long car trip. I used to keep a diaper in the car for emergencies, if my daughter could not wait she could alway just sit on the diaper and go.
Aleks
Hi, I'm Aleks, I'm a 20 year old male, slim, average height. I don't come here often, but I enjoyed some stuff on here today, so I thought I would respond. I apologize if people respond to me / ask questions and I dont notice them, as I said I am only an occasional visitor. I will try to read the next few days in case anyone does.
Anny - I have a story relating to the suppository. I have a minor disability that affects my muscles. When I was little I went to a sleep-away camp for disabled kids, and almost everyone there was on a catheter or needed assistance using the bathroom. I didn't, but there was a huge white board that kept track of when everyone used the toilet and what they did, with no exceptions to the rule. Well, I was extremely embarrassed about using the bathroom to do anything, to the point where I refused to use a urinal (today I can if there is no one around only). Anyway, I didn't (and still don't) poop regularly anyway, but in this situation I really held it in, hoping to make it home or something before I would go. Even though I always used the stalls to pee, they knew I was only peeing so they only wrote that down. Eventually they became concerned that I wasn't pooping, so they sent me to the nurse. The nurse told me to take off my pants and underwear, and lie on my t?y. The nurse saw that I had a small poop stain in my underwear, and asked me what happened. I said that I dont remember, but I didn't poop my pants (I almost did though). She asked if I had tried to poop but couldn't, and I said, no I just don't poop often. So she said to relax, because she was going to put something in my butt to make me poop. I was very frightened, but I was a shy and obedient child, so I didn't say anything. I started to cry though, but my face was down so she didn't see. She inserted the suppository (I dont remember if she used lube or not, I assume she did because my butt hole was very small and clenched tight, unless they are small enough to fit). Then she told me I should lie there for a while until it started to work. She pointed out a private toilet nearby that I could use. I was so relieved to hear about it. As soon as she left I ran in, and almost immediately pushed out a very large hard poop before the suppository ever did anything. I was still crying, and just wiped, flushed, and snuck out before she came back. I don't know if they knew it worked, but they didn't bother me after that. Still it was very traumatizing. I don't think I ever told anyone about it.
peanut bladder - I LOVED your story about the desperate girls. I would love to see a girl desperate to pee or poo, but I can't recall ever having the opportunity. I like thinking that a desperate girl is more likely to pee herself because she has to pull down her pants and sit, but in desperate situations, I have had trouble pulling my penis out through my fly because sometimes the fly from my pants get misaligned with the fly from my underwear (I guess the underwear shifts or something). I've dribbled a little pee in my pants / on the floor because of that. I used to always pull my pants down to pee, and one time when I was little I was too desperate to get my belt off in time. My step father yelled at me for not just using the fly, and after that I started using it more. I don't like the feeling of being desperate to pee or poo, but I love the feeling of letting go after waiting so long, and sometimes the getting pleasure is worth taking the pain, although I know it is unhealthy to do often.
On another note, I would like to say that one day I would like to have a girlfriend that would let me watch her go to the bathroom, and that I would feel comfortable watching me. I think it's a trust thing, in that #1 innately we want to be alone when we go so that we are not disturbed by "predators", so a perfect mate would be someone I don't consider a predator, and #2 I would have to trust that they would not laugh or be disgusted by my bodily functions. I mean, the results are gross, but I think the process is almost beautiful to watch. I equate the pleasure of relieving one's self with the pleasure of orgasm (although orgasm is much more intense and pleasurable).
I may post more stories another day, if I remember any and have the time. Thanks for reading!
Hi, I'm Aleks, I'm a 20 year old male, slim, average height. I don't come here often, but I enjoyed some stuff on here today, so I thought I would respond. I apologize if people respond to me / ask questions and I dont notice them, as I said I am only an occasional visitor. I will try to read the next few days in case anyone does.
Anny - I have a story relating to the suppository. I have a minor disability that affects my muscles. When I was little I went to a sleep-away camp for disabled kids, and almost everyone there was on a catheter or needed assistance using the bathroom. I didn't, but there was a huge white board that kept track of when everyone used the toilet and what they did, with no exceptions to the rule. Well, I was extremely embarrassed about using the bathroom to do anything, to the point where I refused to use a urinal (today I can if there is no one around only). Anyway, I didn't (and still don't) poop regularly anyway, but in this situation I really held it in, hoping to make it home or something before I would go. Even though I always used the stalls to pee, they knew I was only peeing so they only wrote that down. Eventually they became concerned that I wasn't pooping, so they sent me to the nurse. The nurse told me to take off my pants and underwear, and lie on my t?y. The nurse saw that I had a small poop stain in my underwear, and asked me what happened. I said that I dont remember, but I didn't poop my pants (I almost did though). She asked if I had tried to poop but couldn't, and I said, no I just don't poop often. So she said to relax, because she was going to put something in my butt to make me poop. I was very frightened, but I was a shy and obedient child, so I didn't say anything. I started to cry though, but my face was down so she didn't see. She inserted the suppository (I dont remember if she used lube or not, I assume she did because my butt hole was very small and clenched tight, unless they are small enough to fit). Then she told me I should lie there for a while until it started to work. She pointed out a private toilet nearby that I could use. I was so relieved to hear about it. As soon as she left I ran in, and almost immediately pushed out a very large hard poop before the suppository ever did anything. I was still crying, and just wiped, flushed, and snuck out before she came back. I don't know if they knew it worked, but they didn't bother me after that. Still it was very traumatizing. I don't think I ever told anyone about it.
peanut bladder - I LOVED your story about the desperate girls. I would love to see a girl desperate to pee or poo, but I can't recall ever having the opportunity. I like thinking that a desperate girl is more likely to pee herself because she has to pull down her pants and sit, but in desperate situations, I have had trouble pulling my penis out through my fly because sometimes the fly from my pants get misaligned with the fly from my underwear (I guess the underwear shifts or something). I've dribbled a little pee in my pants / on the floor because of that. I used to always pull my pants down to pee, and one time when I was little I was too desperate to get my belt off in time. My step father yelled at me for not just using the fly, and after that I started using it more. I don't like the feeling of being desperate to pee or poo, but I love the feeling of letting go after waiting so long, and sometimes the getting pleasure is worth taking the pain, although I know it is unhealthy to do often.
On another note, I would like to say that one day I would like to have a girlfriend that would let me watch her go to the bathroom, and that I would feel comfortable watching me. I think it's a trust thing, in that #1 innately we want to be alone when we go so that we are not disturbed by "predators", so a perfect mate would be someone I don't consider a predator, and #2 I would have to trust that they would not laugh or be disgusted by my bodily functions. I mean, the results are gross, but I think the process is almost beautiful to watch. I equate the pleasure of relieving one's self with the pleasure of orgasm (although orgasm is much more intense and pleasurable).
I may post more stories another day, if I remember any and have the time. Thanks for reading!
Eric
This is me Eric again Do you remember when I wrote to you guys about my pee story when I was a junior in high school in 1999? I have another one and it occurred in my senior year of high school. It was really hot in September and I started to drink a lot of water. During my adult living class in my last period I had to pee really, really bad again.
This is me Eric again Do you remember when I wrote to you guys about my pee story when I was a junior in high school in 1999? I have another one and it occurred in my senior year of high school. It was really hot in September and I started to drink a lot of water. During my adult living class in my last period I had to pee really, really bad again.
Mr. Clogs
Hello folks, I got post to share of my delightful dump I took yesterday morning (Saturday to be exact) so here goes.
Yesterday morning I woke up around 6 AM with with cramps in my stomach which means I had to get up and go. So I got up and made my way to the bathroom. Got in locked the door to handle my business, I was trying to remove my boxer shorts so i can sit on the toilet's seat and not pooping in them because the flow of poop was intense. Finally I got them off and sat my butt with cheeks spead open and let loose. Man it felt so good felt like I was pooping like five minutes strait. Once I was done dropping turds into the bowl, i grabded some toilet paper and wiped up the mess between the cheecks, washed my hands and went back to my room and laid back in the bed.
Well I hoped ya'll like my post, I'll post sometime if anything interesting comes up. Happy 4th of July weekend and hope to read some peeing aond pooping stories about their 4th of July holiday weekend. Oh by the way can I get some stories about people using containers as a toilet for both peeing and pooping and details of that experience please.
Take care and have a great day.
--Mr. Clogs
Hello folks, I got post to share of my delightful dump I took yesterday morning (Saturday to be exact) so here goes.
Yesterday morning I woke up around 6 AM with with cramps in my stomach which means I had to get up and go. So I got up and made my way to the bathroom. Got in locked the door to handle my business, I was trying to remove my boxer shorts so i can sit on the toilet's seat and not pooping in them because the flow of poop was intense. Finally I got them off and sat my butt with cheeks spead open and let loose. Man it felt so good felt like I was pooping like five minutes strait. Once I was done dropping turds into the bowl, i grabded some toilet paper and wiped up the mess between the cheecks, washed my hands and went back to my room and laid back in the bed.
Well I hoped ya'll like my post, I'll post sometime if anything interesting comes up. Happy 4th of July weekend and hope to read some peeing aond pooping stories about their 4th of July holiday weekend. Oh by the way can I get some stories about people using containers as a toilet for both peeing and pooping and details of that experience please.
Take care and have a great day.
--Mr. Clogs
Anny
Hey, Anny here :) I'm 20, 5'10", 150 lbs, slim/muscular, from Toronto Canada. I'm going to post some more bathroom stories today.
I had a friend about 5 years ago in high school, when I was 15, and my friend was 14. Me and her(Erika) used to hang out a lot. I'm going to tell you 3 wetting accidents involving her:
Story 1: We had a sleepover one Friday night and all she would talk about was this guy that she had a crush on(my former crush in Grade 8 that she had become infatuated with). She wanted to call him, so we both took turns talking to him, and for some reason me and the guy(Myles) got into a fight, and I had enough of his pompous jerk attitude, so I started yelling at him and cussing him out for the longest time, and he never expected it from me because I was a shy girl lol. Erika hadn't wanted to go to the bathroom because she didn't want to miss a minute of the argument, so she picked up the other extension. She started laughing hysterically as I yelled and cursed at the guy, and she started peeing her panties(she had on only a nightgown and underwear, and she was a really big girl, about 200lbs). She couldn't stop laughing and the pee was gushing out, and pooling on the chair and on the floor. She put the extension down for a second, took off her wet underwear, wiped up the puddle on the chair and changed into dry panties. She picked up the extension again and she was laughing at our fight again, and she peed her underwear again, less than 2 minutes later. Lol. She had to change her underwear again, and wipe up the puddle again, and then we ended the fight and went to the video store. Lol.
Story 2: This story is involving Erika again. One day at school, she came up to me as I was getting my History textbook from my locker(we were in 9th and 10th grade), and asked in a panic if I had any extra clothes in my locker for her. Considering I was really skinny and she was bigger, I didn't have anything that fit her, though I wished I could help. She had peed her pants in French class, and needed dry clothes, so either she had to walk home and change within like 10 minutes or she had to stay in wet clothes all day. I don't know which she did.
Story 3: One more story about Erika. We were walking home from school to her house to hang out, and she had forgotten to pee before she left the school, so her bladder was totally full. We were joking around and Erika was laughing and then she farted really loud, and got a panicked look on her face. "Don't make me laugh!" she said with a weird look on her face. She was crossing her legs and trying really hard to hold her pee in. She was starting to dribble, but luckily we were down the street from her house, and she was wearing dark black jeans, so it wouldn't have mattered much if she peed herself because it was raining and she had on dark pants anyway. She walked/waddled slowly behind me to avoid letting any more pee in her pants. By the time we got to her house, she had ran to the toilet, and may have wet herself in the process, because she went to her bedroom right after, in a hurry, maybe caught short and had to change panties. Then the rest of the afternoon we hung out and that was it. Lol :)
Story 4: Here's a bathroom story of mine from 3rd grade: On the last day of 3rd grade, for some reason my stomach was acting up, and I had the runs all during lunch recess, all of which I made it to the bathroom, thank goodness :) I was outside playing with my friend Gary, and then all of a sudden I said "Oh shit!" He said "What?" I'm like "I have to poo really bad!" and I took off towards the school. Since I had previous permission to use the staff washroom(since I had a fear of using public washrooms), I ran into it, pulled down my overalls and underwear, sat on the toilet and SPLAAATTTT, everything started coming out. I felt pretty sick that day, but luckily the diarrhea stopped after 2 or 3 trips to the toilet.
Story 5: Another story from 3rd grade: I had a phobia or embarrassment about using public washrooms. From the time I got up until after I came home from school, I would hold in 7 hours worth of pee, and didn't like using public washrooms because I didn't like the lack of privacy(weird huh?). I often got embarrassed about people hearing me have a BM most often, especially diarrhea, because immature kids would laugh at the noises(even up to Grade 12, though I got over my fear around 5th grade). My teacher knew about my problem because my mom told her and she had to remind me every day to "use the bathroom". It was embarrassing, and eventually, they let me start using the handicapped or staff washroom, which I quickly got over my fear around 4th or 5th grade and used the public toilets like everyone else.
Story 6: A story from 4th grade about a friend of mine(he was in 3rd grade and I was in 4th, and we're still friends after all these years(we're now 19 and 20)). One day Peter(my friend) ate some chili for lunch, and we sat together as we ate our lunches. A while later, during recess, we were hanging out in the music room when Peter farted. Pffftttblat! Me and my other friend, Cassie, looked at Peter. "My stomach hurts" he said, and he farted a couple more times. Another really loud, gross fart and Peter got a panicked look on his face, as diarrhea poured out of his butt, filled his underpants and bulged out his sweatpants(he was a big kid too). It didn't take long for the whole room to stink, and Peter was embarrassed. I think he had to be sent home to clean himself up and change into clean pants. How embarrassing :O I felt bad for him, especially when my other friend was making fun of him. I'm not sure if he still remembers the story, but it's probably better if he doesn't.
Story 7: This story is from 7th grade: I was taking a history test, and I was on antibiotics for a really bad ear infection, and as you know, most antibiotics cause the runs, so I had to be careful. I felt the urge, but I tried to ignore it. It was sort of like what you see in the movies, like National Lampoon's Van Wilder where the guy's trying to finish his test fast. I asked my teacher if I could go to the bathroom, and she said no. I asked again, saying it was a really bad emergency, and she let me go, and I came back and finished the test and that was it lol :)
Story 8: This happened when me and my cousin were younger. She was 4 and I was 9, and we were upstairs playing, and she said she had the urge to fart, so I said do it then. She pushed, but nothing came out, so I said push harder then. What I didn't realize was her bladder was full, so she bent over and pushed again and a squeaky fart came out and she peed herself. The pee hit the wooden floor and her underwear and sweatpants were soaked. Oops :O Her mom wasn't happy when she said she had an accident. My aunt was like "How did you manage that?"
Story 9: Another story about my cousin. This happened when she was 8(she's 15 now). She told me this a couple of years ago. She was sleeping, and having the classic sitting on the toilet dream, where you think you're in the bathroom when you're not. She was sitting on the toilet peeing and she woke up realizing she was sitting in her bed peeing her underwear and PJs. She woke up and had to wake my aunt up to change her sheets and she changed her clothes and went back to sleep.
So that's it for now. I have many more stories to post, so I'll post them later. Hope you like my stories.
I want to hear more stories from Ash D, Cheryl, Punk Rock Girl, Jimi(Martha's cousin), and everyone else if you have more stories. I love reading these stories :D
P.S. A couple of questions: What should you carry in an emergency kit if you have an accident outside of the house? Where can I find enemas and how do they work? And do you know of any good diapers/absorbant disposable underwear I can find? I sometimes wear diapers for convienience, but I'm looking for any new brands I could try.
Thanks ! :D Happy toileting, all!
xo Anny
Hey, Anny here :) I'm 20, 5'10", 150 lbs, slim/muscular, from Toronto Canada. I'm going to post some more bathroom stories today.
I had a friend about 5 years ago in high school, when I was 15, and my friend was 14. Me and her(Erika) used to hang out a lot. I'm going to tell you 3 wetting accidents involving her:
Story 1: We had a sleepover one Friday night and all she would talk about was this guy that she had a crush on(my former crush in Grade 8 that she had become infatuated with). She wanted to call him, so we both took turns talking to him, and for some reason me and the guy(Myles) got into a fight, and I had enough of his pompous jerk attitude, so I started yelling at him and cussing him out for the longest time, and he never expected it from me because I was a shy girl lol. Erika hadn't wanted to go to the bathroom because she didn't want to miss a minute of the argument, so she picked up the other extension. She started laughing hysterically as I yelled and cursed at the guy, and she started peeing her panties(she had on only a nightgown and underwear, and she was a really big girl, about 200lbs). She couldn't stop laughing and the pee was gushing out, and pooling on the chair and on the floor. She put the extension down for a second, took off her wet underwear, wiped up the puddle on the chair and changed into dry panties. She picked up the extension again and she was laughing at our fight again, and she peed her underwear again, less than 2 minutes later. Lol. She had to change her underwear again, and wipe up the puddle again, and then we ended the fight and went to the video store. Lol.
Story 2: This story is involving Erika again. One day at school, she came up to me as I was getting my History textbook from my locker(we were in 9th and 10th grade), and asked in a panic if I had any extra clothes in my locker for her. Considering I was really skinny and she was bigger, I didn't have anything that fit her, though I wished I could help. She had peed her pants in French class, and needed dry clothes, so either she had to walk home and change within like 10 minutes or she had to stay in wet clothes all day. I don't know which she did.
Story 3: One more story about Erika. We were walking home from school to her house to hang out, and she had forgotten to pee before she left the school, so her bladder was totally full. We were joking around and Erika was laughing and then she farted really loud, and got a panicked look on her face. "Don't make me laugh!" she said with a weird look on her face. She was crossing her legs and trying really hard to hold her pee in. She was starting to dribble, but luckily we were down the street from her house, and she was wearing dark black jeans, so it wouldn't have mattered much if she peed herself because it was raining and she had on dark pants anyway. She walked/waddled slowly behind me to avoid letting any more pee in her pants. By the time we got to her house, she had ran to the toilet, and may have wet herself in the process, because she went to her bedroom right after, in a hurry, maybe caught short and had to change panties. Then the rest of the afternoon we hung out and that was it. Lol :)
Story 4: Here's a bathroom story of mine from 3rd grade: On the last day of 3rd grade, for some reason my stomach was acting up, and I had the runs all during lunch recess, all of which I made it to the bathroom, thank goodness :) I was outside playing with my friend Gary, and then all of a sudden I said "Oh shit!" He said "What?" I'm like "I have to poo really bad!" and I took off towards the school. Since I had previous permission to use the staff washroom(since I had a fear of using public washrooms), I ran into it, pulled down my overalls and underwear, sat on the toilet and SPLAAATTTT, everything started coming out. I felt pretty sick that day, but luckily the diarrhea stopped after 2 or 3 trips to the toilet.
Story 5: Another story from 3rd grade: I had a phobia or embarrassment about using public washrooms. From the time I got up until after I came home from school, I would hold in 7 hours worth of pee, and didn't like using public washrooms because I didn't like the lack of privacy(weird huh?). I often got embarrassed about people hearing me have a BM most often, especially diarrhea, because immature kids would laugh at the noises(even up to Grade 12, though I got over my fear around 5th grade). My teacher knew about my problem because my mom told her and she had to remind me every day to "use the bathroom". It was embarrassing, and eventually, they let me start using the handicapped or staff washroom, which I quickly got over my fear around 4th or 5th grade and used the public toilets like everyone else.
Story 6: A story from 4th grade about a friend of mine(he was in 3rd grade and I was in 4th, and we're still friends after all these years(we're now 19 and 20)). One day Peter(my friend) ate some chili for lunch, and we sat together as we ate our lunches. A while later, during recess, we were hanging out in the music room when Peter farted. Pffftttblat! Me and my other friend, Cassie, looked at Peter. "My stomach hurts" he said, and he farted a couple more times. Another really loud, gross fart and Peter got a panicked look on his face, as diarrhea poured out of his butt, filled his underpants and bulged out his sweatpants(he was a big kid too). It didn't take long for the whole room to stink, and Peter was embarrassed. I think he had to be sent home to clean himself up and change into clean pants. How embarrassing :O I felt bad for him, especially when my other friend was making fun of him. I'm not sure if he still remembers the story, but it's probably better if he doesn't.
Story 7: This story is from 7th grade: I was taking a history test, and I was on antibiotics for a really bad ear infection, and as you know, most antibiotics cause the runs, so I had to be careful. I felt the urge, but I tried to ignore it. It was sort of like what you see in the movies, like National Lampoon's Van Wilder where the guy's trying to finish his test fast. I asked my teacher if I could go to the bathroom, and she said no. I asked again, saying it was a really bad emergency, and she let me go, and I came back and finished the test and that was it lol :)
Story 8: This happened when me and my cousin were younger. She was 4 and I was 9, and we were upstairs playing, and she said she had the urge to fart, so I said do it then. She pushed, but nothing came out, so I said push harder then. What I didn't realize was her bladder was full, so she bent over and pushed again and a squeaky fart came out and she peed herself. The pee hit the wooden floor and her underwear and sweatpants were soaked. Oops :O Her mom wasn't happy when she said she had an accident. My aunt was like "How did you manage that?"
Story 9: Another story about my cousin. This happened when she was 8(she's 15 now). She told me this a couple of years ago. She was sleeping, and having the classic sitting on the toilet dream, where you think you're in the bathroom when you're not. She was sitting on the toilet peeing and she woke up realizing she was sitting in her bed peeing her underwear and PJs. She woke up and had to wake my aunt up to change her sheets and she changed her clothes and went back to sleep.
So that's it for now. I have many more stories to post, so I'll post them later. Hope you like my stories.
I want to hear more stories from Ash D, Cheryl, Punk Rock Girl, Jimi(Martha's cousin), and everyone else if you have more stories. I love reading these stories :D
P.S. A couple of questions: What should you carry in an emergency kit if you have an accident outside of the house? Where can I find enemas and how do they work? And do you know of any good diapers/absorbant disposable underwear I can find? I sometimes wear diapers for convienience, but I'm looking for any new brands I could try.
Thanks ! :D Happy toileting, all!
xo Anny
PV
Hi KAT,
Hello there! I feel well-qualified to answer your query about standing to pee, as it's something I learned to do six or seven years ago with the kind assistance of folks on a message board not unlike this one. It became a crusading point for me, I remember what a stunning realization it was that all my life I had been manipulated by custom in the guise of biology, when my body was capable of entirely different things!
The first thing to grasp is that there is no biological reason why a woman can't urinate standing up like a man, it's merely a social convention of our culture that says she "must" squat, or which assigns squatting as a universal female norm. It ISN'T!
Aim is where it's all at. Because a woman doesn't have an external guide for her flow, the natural assumption is that aiming is impossible, but this is incorrect. You use your fingers to adjust the tissues around your outlet. Think of it this way -- when a little boy learns to relieve himself standing up, he holds his penis and points it where the stream needs to go. It's exactly the same for a girl! You draw the tissues of your lower lips in a particular pattern and the stream is directed, it's that simple!
Okay, down to details. The best place to practice is in the shower, the inevitable mess is of no consequence, and when you're more comfortable you can get around to watering trees and your back fence (all fun on quiet summer days!) Posture first -- find the comfortable width for your feet, many say shoulder-width is just right. Bend your knees a little and thrust your hips forward, these are common elements (though, I must add, many women find different techniques work well for them. Some urinate straight-legged and straight-backed, with a stream going way forward!)
Make an upside-down V with your first two fingers and place them to each side of your outlet, within your large lips. Use them to splay your lips open, so you have a clear "shot," and you're set to go. Relax and start to pass water. A slow stream will dribble and splash all over the place, and end up running down your legs, but a strong flow makes a firm, coherrent stream that moves out from your body neatly and tidily. Starting off with a good push gets the flow going, and then natural pressure takes over. You need to push again toward the finish to keep the pressure there so you don't start to dribble.
As you become comfortable with just opening up and peeing in a standing pose, you can start to experiment with adjusting your aim. Draw your fingers upward, lifting your tissues, and you will essentially deflect the outer end of your urethra upward, so your stream goes more forward. Every woman is 'engineered' a bit differently, some women naturally have more forward angle than others, but it's been surveyed that about 70% of women can master the method and urinate neatly and reliably standing up. It's just practice, and I've hard it said that a fortnight should see you able to direct your stream into a toilet bowl, onto a tree, into a urinal, onto a wall, over the edge of a roof, over a cliff... As you can see, the possibilities for fun are endless!
So, fill up on liquids, hit the showers, and have some fun!
Let us know how you go!
Best wishes,
PV
Hi KAT,
Hello there! I feel well-qualified to answer your query about standing to pee, as it's something I learned to do six or seven years ago with the kind assistance of folks on a message board not unlike this one. It became a crusading point for me, I remember what a stunning realization it was that all my life I had been manipulated by custom in the guise of biology, when my body was capable of entirely different things!
The first thing to grasp is that there is no biological reason why a woman can't urinate standing up like a man, it's merely a social convention of our culture that says she "must" squat, or which assigns squatting as a universal female norm. It ISN'T!
Aim is where it's all at. Because a woman doesn't have an external guide for her flow, the natural assumption is that aiming is impossible, but this is incorrect. You use your fingers to adjust the tissues around your outlet. Think of it this way -- when a little boy learns to relieve himself standing up, he holds his penis and points it where the stream needs to go. It's exactly the same for a girl! You draw the tissues of your lower lips in a particular pattern and the stream is directed, it's that simple!
Okay, down to details. The best place to practice is in the shower, the inevitable mess is of no consequence, and when you're more comfortable you can get around to watering trees and your back fence (all fun on quiet summer days!) Posture first -- find the comfortable width for your feet, many say shoulder-width is just right. Bend your knees a little and thrust your hips forward, these are common elements (though, I must add, many women find different techniques work well for them. Some urinate straight-legged and straight-backed, with a stream going way forward!)
Make an upside-down V with your first two fingers and place them to each side of your outlet, within your large lips. Use them to splay your lips open, so you have a clear "shot," and you're set to go. Relax and start to pass water. A slow stream will dribble and splash all over the place, and end up running down your legs, but a strong flow makes a firm, coherrent stream that moves out from your body neatly and tidily. Starting off with a good push gets the flow going, and then natural pressure takes over. You need to push again toward the finish to keep the pressure there so you don't start to dribble.
As you become comfortable with just opening up and peeing in a standing pose, you can start to experiment with adjusting your aim. Draw your fingers upward, lifting your tissues, and you will essentially deflect the outer end of your urethra upward, so your stream goes more forward. Every woman is 'engineered' a bit differently, some women naturally have more forward angle than others, but it's been surveyed that about 70% of women can master the method and urinate neatly and reliably standing up. It's just practice, and I've hard it said that a fortnight should see you able to direct your stream into a toilet bowl, onto a tree, into a urinal, onto a wall, over the edge of a roof, over a cliff... As you can see, the possibilities for fun are endless!
So, fill up on liquids, hit the showers, and have some fun!
Let us know how you go!
Best wishes,
PV
HSH
Hey everyone,
Last night I went out to a barbeque and then a private house party. There was nothing special about the barbeque except that another one of my cousins sorrity sisters kept asking me to get close to her... Well it was nothing, but later at the house party while we were playing cards another one of my friends mentioned how she doesnt like to drink beer because it makes her fart, though she continued to drink it. I focused my attention to the drinking game and started to think about all the farting and pooping that was going to happen tomorrow...
I passed out after a few rounds in a lazy-boy and I woke up round eleven in the morning when I heard my cousins sorrity sister up and about... she headed for the bathroom and peed, but while she was peeing she farted very loud. She then flushed and went into the kitchen and while she was in the kitchen she farted again. She looked at me giggled and went back to her room. I would have loved to stay and wait for the poop that was coming later, but It would have been boring, there was no TV in the living room of her dorm and I felt dirty from the party.
Hey everyone,
Last night I went out to a barbeque and then a private house party. There was nothing special about the barbeque except that another one of my cousins sorrity sisters kept asking me to get close to her... Well it was nothing, but later at the house party while we were playing cards another one of my friends mentioned how she doesnt like to drink beer because it makes her fart, though she continued to drink it. I focused my attention to the drinking game and started to think about all the farting and pooping that was going to happen tomorrow...
I passed out after a few rounds in a lazy-boy and I woke up round eleven in the morning when I heard my cousins sorrity sister up and about... she headed for the bathroom and peed, but while she was peeing she farted very loud. She then flushed and went into the kitchen and while she was in the kitchen she farted again. She looked at me giggled and went back to her room. I would have loved to stay and wait for the poop that was coming later, but It would have been boring, there was no TV in the living room of her dorm and I felt dirty from the party.
Anny
To Black Mariah: Thank you :D I like posting here. Any type of stories you want?
Punk Rock Girl: I love your stories, please keep posting!
Ryan: Like others have suggested, soap and water in the shower helps clean the best. You might also want to try baby wipes or some sort of wet cleansing cloth.
Brad: I used the Life brand adult glycerin suppositories, which was simple to use, but kinda burned, and the urge to have a BM was still pretty strong. I felt like I had to go really badly, even if it hadn't kicked in yet.
Jessy: I like your story about peeing in the Ziplock bag.
Danielle: Hope you feel better :)
Don: That crapping experience sounded awful :O I also had a fear of public toilets when I was growing up(I got over it when I was about 12) so don't worry, lots of people are nervous about using a public toilet.
To the person who posted about the teacher peeing in the cardboard box: That was a really interesting story!
I would like to hear more stories from Cheryl and Kelly if possible.
P.S. Where can I find enemas and how do they work? Are they effective?
Thanks!
Anny
To Black Mariah: Thank you :D I like posting here. Any type of stories you want?
Punk Rock Girl: I love your stories, please keep posting!
Ryan: Like others have suggested, soap and water in the shower helps clean the best. You might also want to try baby wipes or some sort of wet cleansing cloth.
Brad: I used the Life brand adult glycerin suppositories, which was simple to use, but kinda burned, and the urge to have a BM was still pretty strong. I felt like I had to go really badly, even if it hadn't kicked in yet.
Jessy: I like your story about peeing in the Ziplock bag.
Danielle: Hope you feel better :)
Don: That crapping experience sounded awful :O I also had a fear of public toilets when I was growing up(I got over it when I was about 12) so don't worry, lots of people are nervous about using a public toilet.
To the person who posted about the teacher peeing in the cardboard box: That was a really interesting story!
I would like to hear more stories from Cheryl and Kelly if possible.
P.S. Where can I find enemas and how do they work? Are they effective?
Thanks!
Anny
A.W.
Yesterday, July 1st, I started passing lots of gas, my stomach was rumbling, it wasnt gonna be too much longer til I knew I was gonna shit a lot. So I had one bowel movement, it was firm, then I had a second bowel movement, it was a lil bit more watery. I thought I was gonna have diaarhea, but thankfully not! lol!
To Keisha(Cute and Shy)I finally knew your real name girl, my real name is Armondo. Keisha I miss you again :)lol!. Please write some more stories, ok.
Love, A.W.(Armondo)
Yesterday, July 1st, I started passing lots of gas, my stomach was rumbling, it wasnt gonna be too much longer til I knew I was gonna shit a lot. So I had one bowel movement, it was firm, then I had a second bowel movement, it was a lil bit more watery. I thought I was gonna have diaarhea, but thankfully not! lol!
To Keisha(Cute and Shy)I finally knew your real name girl, my real name is Armondo. Keisha I miss you again :)lol!. Please write some more stories, ok.
Love, A.W.(Armondo)
Alice
Phew its so hot here today....its difficult to cool off and keep cool.
My b/f came over earlier but has gone to play tennis.....much too hot for me, I get headaches if I sit in the sun too long.
I went to watch him play tennis a few weeks ago. We had a pub lunch with some tennis mates and then I sat watching with another girl, too lazy to do anything else but drink large quantities of cold drinks. Mel (the other girl) said she was bored and we could take a stroll. I nipped to the loo first, but there were just two and they were really dirty, covered in poo and the floor was awash with pee, so I decided not to go.
Mel and I strolled along for quite a while, when Mel said 'ooh I wish Id had a wee before we left the tennis courts as I really need to go'. I said I also needed to go, but the loos had been filthy, so I needed to pee too.
We began to walk back to the Courts decideing we would just have to use the loos, dirty or not. I noticed Mel walking with her legs close together and asked if she was ok. She looked at me and said 'Oh I really have to go so badly, Im in pain'. She then put her hand between her legs and bent double groaning. I said 'look theres no-one about, just go if its that bad'. Mel said she couldnt do that, so we walked a bit farther. My need was so great at this time and as much as I love to hold it, I was worried Id pee myself, so I said to Mel. look Ive got to go bad.....I looked around and there werent any people in immediate sight, so I quickly walked behind a tree.....Mel followed, or rather hobbled......I can pee standing up (it takes some preactice but hey its liberating) and I pulled my niks to one side, opened my labia with my fingers and just gushed a long stream. Mel looked shocked and said 'I dont know how you can do that'. I was concentrating on the utter relief so ignored her po face....my pee dribbled to a stop, I wiped myself and adjusted my niks, they had just got a bit damp from my initial jet.
I asked Mel why she didnt go.......she said she just couldnt.....standing there jigging up and down, holding herself and crossing her legs I asked her how far she thought she'd get walking like that??
Mel then, hesitantly pulled down her niks, pulled her dress right up.....giving me a really good look at a very hairy puss......half bent but before she could squat, pee just flooded from her.........she just stood, legs apart, holding her dress up and her niks pulled way out in front as a monumental gusher absolutely streamed from her almost in a straight line forwards. She barked, 'dont look'.....and half turned giving me a nice look at the back of her puss.....still too hairy, but open wide....Im not gay, but it was nice to look at another pussy peeing.........she must have peed for two minutes, I handed her a tissue and we walked back to the Courts.......
Later I told my b/f and it turned him on............mmm I wont tell you what happenned next as you can guess.
P.s Im trying to get him interested in peeing in containers as much as I do.......he is scared he will piss over the edge.
Phew its so hot here today....its difficult to cool off and keep cool.
My b/f came over earlier but has gone to play tennis.....much too hot for me, I get headaches if I sit in the sun too long.
I went to watch him play tennis a few weeks ago. We had a pub lunch with some tennis mates and then I sat watching with another girl, too lazy to do anything else but drink large quantities of cold drinks. Mel (the other girl) said she was bored and we could take a stroll. I nipped to the loo first, but there were just two and they were really dirty, covered in poo and the floor was awash with pee, so I decided not to go.
Mel and I strolled along for quite a while, when Mel said 'ooh I wish Id had a wee before we left the tennis courts as I really need to go'. I said I also needed to go, but the loos had been filthy, so I needed to pee too.
We began to walk back to the Courts decideing we would just have to use the loos, dirty or not. I noticed Mel walking with her legs close together and asked if she was ok. She looked at me and said 'Oh I really have to go so badly, Im in pain'. She then put her hand between her legs and bent double groaning. I said 'look theres no-one about, just go if its that bad'. Mel said she couldnt do that, so we walked a bit farther. My need was so great at this time and as much as I love to hold it, I was worried Id pee myself, so I said to Mel. look Ive got to go bad.....I looked around and there werent any people in immediate sight, so I quickly walked behind a tree.....Mel followed, or rather hobbled......I can pee standing up (it takes some preactice but hey its liberating) and I pulled my niks to one side, opened my labia with my fingers and just gushed a long stream. Mel looked shocked and said 'I dont know how you can do that'. I was concentrating on the utter relief so ignored her po face....my pee dribbled to a stop, I wiped myself and adjusted my niks, they had just got a bit damp from my initial jet.
I asked Mel why she didnt go.......she said she just couldnt.....standing there jigging up and down, holding herself and crossing her legs I asked her how far she thought she'd get walking like that??
Mel then, hesitantly pulled down her niks, pulled her dress right up.....giving me a really good look at a very hairy puss......half bent but before she could squat, pee just flooded from her.........she just stood, legs apart, holding her dress up and her niks pulled way out in front as a monumental gusher absolutely streamed from her almost in a straight line forwards. She barked, 'dont look'.....and half turned giving me a nice look at the back of her puss.....still too hairy, but open wide....Im not gay, but it was nice to look at another pussy peeing.........she must have peed for two minutes, I handed her a tissue and we walked back to the Courts.......
Later I told my b/f and it turned him on............mmm I wont tell you what happenned next as you can guess.
P.s Im trying to get him interested in peeing in containers as much as I do.......he is scared he will piss over the edge.
Hermione,
Got any more interesting stories about your co-workers productions at the office where you work or other places you may have been listening or took a look afterwards? Have you seen/heard the financial director at all lately?
CJ
Got any more interesting stories about your co-workers productions at the office where you work or other places you may have been listening or took a look afterwards? Have you seen/heard the financial director at all lately?
CJ
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I have just run across this site - very interesting! I do have a number of contributions dating from when I was a little boy -- I have discovered others contributing in this way. I will tell of one of my 1st memories of wetting -- When I was 5 years old I had rheumatic fever. As a result of this I was absolutely confined to my bed for 4 months - total bed rest. Prior to this age I do not recall any problems, however, I do recall when they started. These problems plagued me until I was in Junior High.
As I mentioned, I was now confined to my bed and could not get up for any reason. The Dr. told my parents that they were to carry me to the bathroom and anywhere else I needed to go - I was not to get out of bed or walk for any other reason. The first or second day I recall needing to go to the bathroom for the umpteenth time. My mother was busy taking care of my 2-year old sister and told me to wait when I called her. I remember waiting and knowing, finally, that I couldn't hold it any longer. I sat in bed, playing with my toys and just wet my pajamas and the bed. I was very surprised when my mother was not even angry. She simply told me that it was too bad and that we would be having this problem from time to time. She then put a rubber sheet on my bed and said that I wouldn't get in trouble for wetting. Now, up to this time I didn't even wet the bed while sleeping. That night I woke up needing to go to the bathroom and I remember knowing that I was not to ge! t out of bed regardless. I decided to go back to sleep and wait till morning when my mother could carry me to the bathroom. When I woke up again, in the morning, it was obviously too late. I had wet the bed in my sleep. At first I was very upset because I hadn't done this since I was a little baby but mom reminded me that since I was sick I couldn't help it. From that point on, unless mom was right by my room, I would simply wet my pants and the bed whenever I had to go. I found that I kind of liked the feeling of "holding it" until I couldn't any longer and having an accident. Sometimes I would even drink extra juice just to get to wet my bed and my pants. There were even times when my mom was busy and she would just say "wet your pants" when I did call to use the bathroom. After 4 months I was able to get out of bed and return to normal activities, however, the wetting stayed with me for a long time -- sometimes accidental wetting and sometimes on purpose. I'll c! ontinue with many of these stories in the future.
As I mentioned, I was now confined to my bed and could not get up for any reason. The Dr. told my parents that they were to carry me to the bathroom and anywhere else I needed to go - I was not to get out of bed or walk for any other reason. The first or second day I recall needing to go to the bathroom for the umpteenth time. My mother was busy taking care of my 2-year old sister and told me to wait when I called her. I remember waiting and knowing, finally, that I couldn't hold it any longer. I sat in bed, playing with my toys and just wet my pajamas and the bed. I was very surprised when my mother was not even angry. She simply told me that it was too bad and that we would be having this problem from time to time. She then put a rubber sheet on my bed and said that I wouldn't get in trouble for wetting. Now, up to this time I didn't even wet the bed while sleeping. That night I woke up needing to go to the bathroom and I remember knowing that I was not to ge! t out of bed regardless. I decided to go back to sleep and wait till morning when my mother could carry me to the bathroom. When I woke up again, in the morning, it was obviously too late. I had wet the bed in my sleep. At first I was very upset because I hadn't done this since I was a little baby but mom reminded me that since I was sick I couldn't help it. From that point on, unless mom was right by my room, I would simply wet my pants and the bed whenever I had to go. I found that I kind of liked the feeling of "holding it" until I couldn't any longer and having an accident. Sometimes I would even drink extra juice just to get to wet my bed and my pants. There were even times when my mom was busy and she would just say "wet your pants" when I did call to use the bathroom. After 4 months I was able to get out of bed and return to normal activities, however, the wetting stayed with me for a long time -- sometimes accidental wetting and sometimes on purpose. I'll c! ontinue with many of these stories in the future.
AJ :o)
Hi!
Just stopping in for a quick look around. Looks as if a lot of interesting things have been going on since I left for my trip. When I'm back home and settled in, I'll write more, but I will say one thing now: I'm trying to change my diet for the better, and, earlier this week, I had seven (give or take) pooping sessions in one day! Must have had a lot stuck to the walls or something, and my change-of-diet cleared it out. Anyway, I was literally full of it!
Laters!
AJ :o)
Hi!
Just stopping in for a quick look around. Looks as if a lot of interesting things have been going on since I left for my trip. When I'm back home and settled in, I'll write more, but I will say one thing now: I'm trying to change my diet for the better, and, earlier this week, I had seven (give or take) pooping sessions in one day! Must have had a lot stuck to the walls or something, and my change-of-diet cleared it out. Anyway, I was literally full of it!
Laters!
AJ :o)
jr
The other day my brother in law came over to eat his lunch. After eating he went to the bathroom and then in a couple of minutes i heard him unbuckling his belt. He sat on the toilet and let out a tight fart then I heard some crackling. He farted again then more crackling. It was quite for a couple of minutes nd then I heard more crackling then I heard him get up. He does this all the time because he doesn't like to go at work. This was one of the shorter times because most of the time he can stay in there for 20 min or more.
Bryian thanks for your reply. ihave chest hair. how old are you?
Billy and kevin How old are you and your brothers? any chest hair?
Still like to hear andy prom stories. Bye and happy toileting.
The other day my brother in law came over to eat his lunch. After eating he went to the bathroom and then in a couple of minutes i heard him unbuckling his belt. He sat on the toilet and let out a tight fart then I heard some crackling. He farted again then more crackling. It was quite for a couple of minutes nd then I heard more crackling then I heard him get up. He does this all the time because he doesn't like to go at work. This was one of the shorter times because most of the time he can stay in there for 20 min or more.
Bryian thanks for your reply. ihave chest hair. how old are you?
Billy and kevin How old are you and your brothers? any chest hair?
Still like to hear andy prom stories. Bye and happy toileting.
somekindofchick
To mike md usa:
1. How long did you take a piss for men or women on toliet or in urinal? Huh?
2. Have you ever been seen by a school nurse taking a piss or poop? Yeah, whenever I had to give a urine sample
3. For men have you ever been seen pooping or pissing by another male on the toliet or at urinal? na
4. For women have you ever been seen pooping or pissing by another female on the toliet? Yeah my best friend has seen me several times
5. How many times have you seen a woman or man pooping or pissing in a bedpan? none
6. What is your favorite color of enlongated seats (open end seats)? White I don’t like black because you can’t tell if the seat is clean
7.What was the worst condition you found a porta - pottie? Poop on the walls with a used pad stuck to the wall
8.Did you ever use a enema? no
9. Have you caught a man or woman pissing or pooping other than the bathroom? yeah
10.Did you ever piss in the ocean or swimming pool? All the time
11.Have you ever seen a family restroom (men and women use the same restroom)? yeah
12.Have you ever used a family restroom? yeah
13.Did you ever use a porta - pottie that was stinky? yes
14.Do you like to see a line outside of a restroom for ladies? No cause that means I’m in it
15.Did you ever use a baseball or football stadium that had line to use it? yes
16.Has you ever pissed other places than the bathroom in your home? No not really
17.Have you ever missed a train while using the station restroom? no
18.What was the worst condition of a toliet or urinal that you last used? A guy had peed on the seat in the girls bathroom at work last saturday
19.For both women and men where was the toliet or urinal you used? See above
20.How many times have you used a phonebooth to fart in? never
21.Have you ever farted while using the toliet or urinal? Who hasn’t
22.How many times have you used the wrong restroom to piss or poop? none
23.For the men have you ever used a womens restroom? na
24.For the women have you ever used a mens restroom? Yes but no guys were in there
25.Do you have a fan running when you take a poop or piss or shower? Yeah or else my bro complains
26.Have you pissed in a bottle in your bedroom,computer room? yeah
27.Did you ever piss or poop outside when there was no restrooms around? yeah
28.Did you enjoy pissing outside? Not really only do it if I have to
29.What is your favoite color or a round seat? clean
30.Have you ever pooped or pissed in a outhouse? yeah
31.Have you ever used a trailer toliet? yeah
32.Do you like sharing a porta - pottie? No there’s no room
To mike md usa:
1. How long did you take a piss for men or women on toliet or in urinal? Huh?
2. Have you ever been seen by a school nurse taking a piss or poop? Yeah, whenever I had to give a urine sample
3. For men have you ever been seen pooping or pissing by another male on the toliet or at urinal? na
4. For women have you ever been seen pooping or pissing by another female on the toliet? Yeah my best friend has seen me several times
5. How many times have you seen a woman or man pooping or pissing in a bedpan? none
6. What is your favorite color of enlongated seats (open end seats)? White I don’t like black because you can’t tell if the seat is clean
7.What was the worst condition you found a porta - pottie? Poop on the walls with a used pad stuck to the wall
8.Did you ever use a enema? no
9. Have you caught a man or woman pissing or pooping other than the bathroom? yeah
10.Did you ever piss in the ocean or swimming pool? All the time
11.Have you ever seen a family restroom (men and women use the same restroom)? yeah
12.Have you ever used a family restroom? yeah
13.Did you ever use a porta - pottie that was stinky? yes
14.Do you like to see a line outside of a restroom for ladies? No cause that means I’m in it
15.Did you ever use a baseball or football stadium that had line to use it? yes
16.Has you ever pissed other places than the bathroom in your home? No not really
17.Have you ever missed a train while using the station restroom? no
18.What was the worst condition of a toliet or urinal that you last used? A guy had peed on the seat in the girls bathroom at work last saturday
19.For both women and men where was the toliet or urinal you used? See above
20.How many times have you used a phonebooth to fart in? never
21.Have you ever farted while using the toliet or urinal? Who hasn’t
22.How many times have you used the wrong restroom to piss or poop? none
23.For the men have you ever used a womens restroom? na
24.For the women have you ever used a mens restroom? Yes but no guys were in there
25.Do you have a fan running when you take a poop or piss or shower? Yeah or else my bro complains
26.Have you pissed in a bottle in your bedroom,computer room? yeah
27.Did you ever piss or poop outside when there was no restrooms around? yeah
28.Did you enjoy pissing outside? Not really only do it if I have to
29.What is your favoite color or a round seat? clean
30.Have you ever pooped or pissed in a outhouse? yeah
31.Have you ever used a trailer toliet? yeah
32.Do you like sharing a porta - pottie? No there’s no room
maryanne
when i was 25, i went out with a guy who was into watching girls taking a shit. at first,this repulsed me but after a while it was kind of exciting. one day i decided that i was going to eat all kinds of food that would make me shit. i ate fruits and v?????s and bran and alot of red meat and potatoes. i was constipated as it was so the next morning i really had to go. i called my boyfriend and told him that i was ready for him to finally watch me take a crap. by the time he got to the house, i really had to go bad. i took him into the kitchen and put a bowl on the floor. i told him to pull up a chair and enjoy the show. i gave him my video camera and told him he could video this event. finally, i squatted down and was ready to shit. the first turd came out slowly and seemed to never end. i turned around to the camera and gave a grunt. the turd finally dropped out of my ass and a second one appeared.this one was softer but just as big. after 6 more turds came out, i was done ! with my load. this took about 10 minutes.
when i was 25, i went out with a guy who was into watching girls taking a shit. at first,this repulsed me but after a while it was kind of exciting. one day i decided that i was going to eat all kinds of food that would make me shit. i ate fruits and v?????s and bran and alot of red meat and potatoes. i was constipated as it was so the next morning i really had to go. i called my boyfriend and told him that i was ready for him to finally watch me take a crap. by the time he got to the house, i really had to go bad. i took him into the kitchen and put a bowl on the floor. i told him to pull up a chair and enjoy the show. i gave him my video camera and told him he could video this event. finally, i squatted down and was ready to shit. the first turd came out slowly and seemed to never end. i turned around to the camera and gave a grunt. the turd finally dropped out of my ass and a second one appeared.this one was softer but just as big. after 6 more turds came out, i was done ! with my load. this took about 10 minutes.
Outhouse Scott
Hello all.
I was at a folk festival over the weekend with my wife and another married couple and we had fun, drinking and eating and buying stuff. Well, on the way home, something I ate must have not agreed with me, because I started to feel really sick in the guts. My wife was driving because I was a little buzzed, and I suddenly and desperately had to shit. I said, "Pull over, I'm going to be sick!" She pulled over to the side of the road, luckily, we were still in a fairly remote area with a lot of trees. I felt like if I moved, I would crap my pants, but I managed to get out of the car. I left the door open, to give me something to block myself with. I'm sure they all thought I was going to puke, because they seemed quite shocked when I undid my belt. I said, "I'm really sorry about this" I yanked my jeans and boxers down and sprayed chunky diarrhea on the ground. My wife covered her face in embarrassment, but our friends were cool about it, they kept leaning out the window and asking if I was okay. I farted a few times and I few more squirts came out and I was donw. Iasked if there was anything for me to wipe with in the car, but there was nothing. Finally, I pulled up my boxers and jeans and rode the rest of the way with a dirty ass. By the time we got home, I'd left some major skidmarks in my boxers and my ass was itchy and sore. I had another bout of the shits, then wiped, which took forever. Not the best end to the day, but what can you do.
Scott
Hello all.
I was at a folk festival over the weekend with my wife and another married couple and we had fun, drinking and eating and buying stuff. Well, on the way home, something I ate must have not agreed with me, because I started to feel really sick in the guts. My wife was driving because I was a little buzzed, and I suddenly and desperately had to shit. I said, "Pull over, I'm going to be sick!" She pulled over to the side of the road, luckily, we were still in a fairly remote area with a lot of trees. I felt like if I moved, I would crap my pants, but I managed to get out of the car. I left the door open, to give me something to block myself with. I'm sure they all thought I was going to puke, because they seemed quite shocked when I undid my belt. I said, "I'm really sorry about this" I yanked my jeans and boxers down and sprayed chunky diarrhea on the ground. My wife covered her face in embarrassment, but our friends were cool about it, they kept leaning out the window and asking if I was okay. I farted a few times and I few more squirts came out and I was donw. Iasked if there was anything for me to wipe with in the car, but there was nothing. Finally, I pulled up my boxers and jeans and rode the rest of the way with a dirty ass. By the time we got home, I'd left some major skidmarks in my boxers and my ass was itchy and sore. I had another bout of the shits, then wiped, which took forever. Not the best end to the day, but what can you do.
Scott
winnie the pee
I guess I am not the only one to have seen the pictures of Serena Williams in yesterdays papers (in the UK) showing off her magnificent arse. Of course it got me thinking about the lady, and how with her active lifestyle she must eat loads - and that bottom must get to produce some massive loads. The question that came to mind is: do some people, who produce bigger turds than us mere mortals have special toilets to cater for their needs - or do they go around blocking toilets all over the place?
This is partly promted by an incident a few years ago when I was cleaning up a hotel room after a young tennis player (female), and I found she had blocked up the toilet with some enormous turds.
I guess I am not the only one to have seen the pictures of Serena Williams in yesterdays papers (in the UK) showing off her magnificent arse. Of course it got me thinking about the lady, and how with her active lifestyle she must eat loads - and that bottom must get to produce some massive loads. The question that came to mind is: do some people, who produce bigger turds than us mere mortals have special toilets to cater for their needs - or do they go around blocking toilets all over the place?
This is partly promted by an incident a few years ago when I was cleaning up a hotel room after a young tennis player (female), and I found she had blocked up the toilet with some enormous turds.
Punk Rock Girl
I had a nice relaxing crap last night. I was sitting on the toilet with my shorts and underpants around my ankles and reading a magazine, while my boyfriend was brushing his teeth right next to me. It required no effort at all on my part, a big, firm, long load just slowly slipped out and plopped into the water. No gas, no odor, nothing. I wiped and the paper was barely discolored. I wiped again to be safe and flushed, then joined my boyfriend at the sink and washed my hands.
It wasn't so pleasant this morning. I had to run to our warehouse before work, and while I was waiting for some paperwork, I started feeling my bowels filling up. I walked to the restroom, which is a unisex and went in. There's one urinal, and one stall with no door, plus no lock or latch on the entrance door. Other than a few office workers, it's almost all men working there, so I guess it isn't an issue most of the time. I could have probably held it until I got to work, but decided to go in anyway.
I walked to the stall, pulled my pants and thong just past my ass and sat down. I peed, then felt another large load making its way out. Of course, the door opened and two guys walked in. One went to the urinal, the other waited, I guess he saw my feet sticking out from the stall. So, my dump slowly makes it's way out, a little smellier this time, and plops into the toilet, followed by a silent fart. I rolled off some paper and wiped twice, and pulled up my thong and pants. I stepped out from behind the stall and both guys looked quite startled to see a woman in this bathroom. I washed my hands at the sink, and the guy who'd been waiting went to the toilet, and then very hesitantly, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down and sat on the crapper. The other guy finished and said to me, "You know there's a ladies only room in the office if you'd prefer that." I said, I know, but I'm not too bashful. He said, "even though it has the male/female symbols on the door,! women never use this bathroom." I said, "Well, I'll be sure to only use this bathroom from now on when I come in." He laughed and I realized I haden't heard the other guy fart or any plopping at all, and thought it was probably because I was till in there. I opened the door, and said see ya later, and as the door closed behind me I heard a loud fart and liquidy shit hit the water. I felt bad, the guy had probably been squeezing his cheeks waiting for me to leave. Oh well.
I'm getting to the point where I really enjoy taking a crap in front of men, even strangers. I don't know why, maybe it's the rush of overcoming my own self-consciousness. I'll have to find more unisex bathrooms without stalls. Anyone know of any in the NYC area? Jesus, I'm becoming a real BM-exhibitionist!
Peace!
PRG
I had a nice relaxing crap last night. I was sitting on the toilet with my shorts and underpants around my ankles and reading a magazine, while my boyfriend was brushing his teeth right next to me. It required no effort at all on my part, a big, firm, long load just slowly slipped out and plopped into the water. No gas, no odor, nothing. I wiped and the paper was barely discolored. I wiped again to be safe and flushed, then joined my boyfriend at the sink and washed my hands.
It wasn't so pleasant this morning. I had to run to our warehouse before work, and while I was waiting for some paperwork, I started feeling my bowels filling up. I walked to the restroom, which is a unisex and went in. There's one urinal, and one stall with no door, plus no lock or latch on the entrance door. Other than a few office workers, it's almost all men working there, so I guess it isn't an issue most of the time. I could have probably held it until I got to work, but decided to go in anyway.
I walked to the stall, pulled my pants and thong just past my ass and sat down. I peed, then felt another large load making its way out. Of course, the door opened and two guys walked in. One went to the urinal, the other waited, I guess he saw my feet sticking out from the stall. So, my dump slowly makes it's way out, a little smellier this time, and plops into the toilet, followed by a silent fart. I rolled off some paper and wiped twice, and pulled up my thong and pants. I stepped out from behind the stall and both guys looked quite startled to see a woman in this bathroom. I washed my hands at the sink, and the guy who'd been waiting went to the toilet, and then very hesitantly, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down and sat on the crapper. The other guy finished and said to me, "You know there's a ladies only room in the office if you'd prefer that." I said, I know, but I'm not too bashful. He said, "even though it has the male/female symbols on the door,! women never use this bathroom." I said, "Well, I'll be sure to only use this bathroom from now on when I come in." He laughed and I realized I haden't heard the other guy fart or any plopping at all, and thought it was probably because I was till in there. I opened the door, and said see ya later, and as the door closed behind me I heard a loud fart and liquidy shit hit the water. I felt bad, the guy had probably been squeezing his cheeks waiting for me to leave. Oh well.
I'm getting to the point where I really enjoy taking a crap in front of men, even strangers. I don't know why, maybe it's the rush of overcoming my own self-consciousness. I'll have to find more unisex bathrooms without stalls. Anyone know of any in the NYC area? Jesus, I'm becoming a real BM-exhibitionist!
Peace!
PRG
Godfather
Some of you may remember that I wrote a few weeks ago about taking my Goddaughter to the toilets in the cinema when she was struggling to poo. Well, last night, I had another "experience" with her. Ellie will be 7 soon.
Her Mum and Dad had invited me to go along to a barbeque being held in a nearby village, with some live entertainment laid on. Cassie and Ellie spent most of the time enjoying the kids swings and other playground equipment in the park. But after a couple of hours, Ellie became bored and came and sat on my knee. After two minutes she turned to me and said "Shoulder ride", which is her demand to be picked up and placed onto my shoulders, and be walked about under her direction ! We wondered about all over. Being a curious girl, she took the opportunity to peep over people's garden walls. As we approached the pub, we walked past some windows, which were quite obviously toilet windows. Ellie giggled and said, "I wish those windows were open, then I could spy on people using the toilet". I couldn't help but laugh at her, but carried on to say that that would be a naughty thing to do. We wandered into a field, and there she said "I know its naughty, but I wish I could see a b! oy on the toilet". I asked why she would want to do that. "Because that would mean they are having a poo" ! And so the conversation went on !
She then asked me If I could keep a secret, and told me about how one of her girlfriends had dared her to go into the boys toilets at school, and how she had seen two boys with their trousers pulled down weeing into a tray-like thing !! And she didn't get told off by the teachers ! I told her she was very lucky, and that I had been told off once. Then I thought had I better tell that tale or not ? Ellie encouraged me. "Its ok, I won't tell Mum or Dad your secret !". So I went on to tell how when I was at school, the toilets were located in a block outside, at the bottom of the playground. They were surrounded by a tall wall. There were 3 girls toilets in a row. I explained how if you jumped agianst the wall, and grabbed hold of the top bricks, you could pull yourself up to peep over the top of the wall. I then told her that for some reason the toilet doors were always propped open. On a bad day, I would jump up the wall, and there wouldn't be any girls sitting on the t! oilets. But on a good day, I would be lucky and there would be three all sitting there using the toilets !! Ellie tut-tutted at me and wagged her finger in mock admonishment. "You're a naughty boy" !
We walked some more in the field, and then I remembered a short holiday I had in Cornwall once, when I had suddenly become desperate for a poo. Walking in the field reminded me about it, and I laughed to myself. Wrong thing to do ! "Why are you laughing ?". I told Ellie I had just remembered about something. Again she said "You can tell me, I promise I won't tell !". So having got onto the subject of toilets, wee and poo, I explained how once I had got so desperate for a poo, I had to stop my car, and run into a field very similar to the one we were in, and then have a poo in the field. Ellie giggled and said "I've never had to poo outside before. Once when I was coming home from school, I pooed in my knickers because I couldn't wait. Have you ever pooed yourself ?". I told her not that I could remember about. She then went on "While we were on holiday ( A caravan site ), mummy had to take me to the toilet, and she came in with me while I had a poo. It took me a while t! o do it because it was a big fat one". I said "Gosh !!". She then said "I always have big poos nowdays, because I eat alot. I like going for a poo !" I told her I did as well !
She then said, "I like to look at it while I'm doing it, but only when Mummy isn't with me". I nearly said "I know you do", but I didn't, and I was left wondering if she had forgotten about that time when I took her to the cinema toilet. She said "When I've finished, it's curled up in a big pile at the bottom of the toilet. Do you look at your poo ?" I told her that I didn't usually, but that was because it was all covered up with paper after I had wiped my bum. She laughed again. And then said "What about when you pooed in the field. Did you look at it then ?". I told her that it was difficult not to with it sitting there on the ground. Then she asked "What colour was it ? Mine are usually a light brown colour ". I told her it was really funny, because they had been two different colours. I told her the first big piece had been very dark brown but the other three bits had been really light coloured, like sand. She then said "I wonder why poo comes out all different co! lours, but always brown ?". I told her I didn't really know. Then to complete the story of the poo in the field, I told her how when I had finished, I moved away to wipe my bum with some tissues I had in the car, and that when I had finished I looked back at my poo, and it was almost completely covered up with flies !!! I expected Ellie to think that was awful, but she just seemed to accept that as if it was normal, which I suppose it is !!
Then she said to me "When you go to the toilet, are your poos hard and knobbly, or soft and smooth ?". I told her usually smooth. "Mine are almost always hard and knobbly ones", she said. "Mummy tells me when she comes with me sometimes that my poos wouldn't be so hard and difficult to do if I ate up all my ????? at dinner time " !
I thought enough of her questioning. Time for me to ask one ! "So Ellie, when you go to the toilet for a poo, what do you do while you're there" (meaning to occupy herself). The little girl misunderstood. "Well,", she said, "I lift up my dress if I'm wearing a dress, or pull down my trousers, or shorts, or whatever I'm wearing, and then I pull down my knickers to my knees, and sit down !". I laughed and explained what I really meant. She then said "Oh, right, well.... nothing really, I just sit there and wait for it to come out." Then she said, "Sometimes I count seconds to see how long it takes me to do my poo. What do you do ?". I told her "Well, I like to count how many plops I do !!" She giggled. "And how many plops did you do last time you had a poo Godfather ?". I said 14. She gasped and said "That's a lot of poo. Don't you clogg up the toilet ?!". I told her not usually.
Then she said "Some of the girls at school do a poo in the toilet and then don't flush it. So when the next one comes along, and does a poo in the toilet as well, it gets full and cloggs up. Then we have to get the caretaker to come and sort it out. Do you know, he goes in with a big bucket and some gloves, and pulls it all out of the toilet with his hands !!!". I laughed.
Then Ellie laughed and said "Do you know, the other day, I did a very big poo, and when it plopped in the water, the water splashed my bum !" I asked her if she liked it when that happened. She said "It depends. If I've had a wee as well, then I don't like it because that would mean I splashed my bum with my wee". Then she laughed some more and said "What If I had a runny poo first ? That would mean my bum was splashed with runny poo as well !!". We both thought that was a pretty yucky idea !!
She then asked if she could get down off my shoulders, because her legs were getting pins and needles. I popped her down on the ground, and she began to rub her legs better. Then she looked up at me and said "If I do a wee in this field, will you tell Mum and Dad ?" I told her that I wouldn't. She then grinned and walked away a bit, and began to undo her trousers. She turned to see if I was looking and when she saw that I was, she said "I know its naughty to watch while other people have a wee, but only if you're peeping while they don't know, or they say that you can't. It's ok if someone says you can look isn't it ?" I told her I thought she was right with that, but only with people she really knew well, never with strangers. "Good" she said. "Godfather, I give you permission to look while I have a wee !". I told her "Thank you !". With one swift movement, she pulled her trousers and knickers down to her knees and squatted down to the ground facing me. Her knees were! pressed tightly together, but her feet were splayed wide apart, and her bum was no more than two inches off the ground. I saw her wee gush forward in a huge torrent, landing well in front of her feet, and she made a big hissing noise that died away to a quiet whisper after the initally velocity. Her wee lasted a good 20 seconds. I commented "Gosh, you must have been saving that up"! She smirked and said, cheekily, "Yep, just for you !!". After she was done, she lifted her bum in the air, and assuming a position like a downhill skier, she jumped and wiggled around, and looked up to see if I was still watching. She grinned, "I making the drips fall off my bum". Then she pulled her knickers and her trousers back up separately before demanding to go back up on my shoulders for the walk back to the park.
On the way back she said "I really love you Godfather. You're not like other adults because you will talk to me about wee and poo. Its like you're still a boy and not a man". I laughed, and contemplated the truth of what she had just said !
At home again, I told James and his wife, who had been curious about where we had got to, that I had had another fine conversation with their daughter. "Forinstance, why are poos different brown colours". James' wife immediately pulled a face and uttered a "disgusted" sound, while James said "I was just going to get myself a bar of chocolate to eat, but I don't think I can now " !!
Some of you may remember that I wrote a few weeks ago about taking my Goddaughter to the toilets in the cinema when she was struggling to poo. Well, last night, I had another "experience" with her. Ellie will be 7 soon.
Her Mum and Dad had invited me to go along to a barbeque being held in a nearby village, with some live entertainment laid on. Cassie and Ellie spent most of the time enjoying the kids swings and other playground equipment in the park. But after a couple of hours, Ellie became bored and came and sat on my knee. After two minutes she turned to me and said "Shoulder ride", which is her demand to be picked up and placed onto my shoulders, and be walked about under her direction ! We wondered about all over. Being a curious girl, she took the opportunity to peep over people's garden walls. As we approached the pub, we walked past some windows, which were quite obviously toilet windows. Ellie giggled and said, "I wish those windows were open, then I could spy on people using the toilet". I couldn't help but laugh at her, but carried on to say that that would be a naughty thing to do. We wandered into a field, and there she said "I know its naughty, but I wish I could see a b! oy on the toilet". I asked why she would want to do that. "Because that would mean they are having a poo" ! And so the conversation went on !
She then asked me If I could keep a secret, and told me about how one of her girlfriends had dared her to go into the boys toilets at school, and how she had seen two boys with their trousers pulled down weeing into a tray-like thing !! And she didn't get told off by the teachers ! I told her she was very lucky, and that I had been told off once. Then I thought had I better tell that tale or not ? Ellie encouraged me. "Its ok, I won't tell Mum or Dad your secret !". So I went on to tell how when I was at school, the toilets were located in a block outside, at the bottom of the playground. They were surrounded by a tall wall. There were 3 girls toilets in a row. I explained how if you jumped agianst the wall, and grabbed hold of the top bricks, you could pull yourself up to peep over the top of the wall. I then told her that for some reason the toilet doors were always propped open. On a bad day, I would jump up the wall, and there wouldn't be any girls sitting on the t! oilets. But on a good day, I would be lucky and there would be three all sitting there using the toilets !! Ellie tut-tutted at me and wagged her finger in mock admonishment. "You're a naughty boy" !
We walked some more in the field, and then I remembered a short holiday I had in Cornwall once, when I had suddenly become desperate for a poo. Walking in the field reminded me about it, and I laughed to myself. Wrong thing to do ! "Why are you laughing ?". I told Ellie I had just remembered about something. Again she said "You can tell me, I promise I won't tell !". So having got onto the subject of toilets, wee and poo, I explained how once I had got so desperate for a poo, I had to stop my car, and run into a field very similar to the one we were in, and then have a poo in the field. Ellie giggled and said "I've never had to poo outside before. Once when I was coming home from school, I pooed in my knickers because I couldn't wait. Have you ever pooed yourself ?". I told her not that I could remember about. She then went on "While we were on holiday ( A caravan site ), mummy had to take me to the toilet, and she came in with me while I had a poo. It took me a while t! o do it because it was a big fat one". I said "Gosh !!". She then said "I always have big poos nowdays, because I eat alot. I like going for a poo !" I told her I did as well !
She then said, "I like to look at it while I'm doing it, but only when Mummy isn't with me". I nearly said "I know you do", but I didn't, and I was left wondering if she had forgotten about that time when I took her to the cinema toilet. She said "When I've finished, it's curled up in a big pile at the bottom of the toilet. Do you look at your poo ?" I told her that I didn't usually, but that was because it was all covered up with paper after I had wiped my bum. She laughed again. And then said "What about when you pooed in the field. Did you look at it then ?". I told her that it was difficult not to with it sitting there on the ground. Then she asked "What colour was it ? Mine are usually a light brown colour ". I told her it was really funny, because they had been two different colours. I told her the first big piece had been very dark brown but the other three bits had been really light coloured, like sand. She then said "I wonder why poo comes out all different co! lours, but always brown ?". I told her I didn't really know. Then to complete the story of the poo in the field, I told her how when I had finished, I moved away to wipe my bum with some tissues I had in the car, and that when I had finished I looked back at my poo, and it was almost completely covered up with flies !!! I expected Ellie to think that was awful, but she just seemed to accept that as if it was normal, which I suppose it is !!
Then she said to me "When you go to the toilet, are your poos hard and knobbly, or soft and smooth ?". I told her usually smooth. "Mine are almost always hard and knobbly ones", she said. "Mummy tells me when she comes with me sometimes that my poos wouldn't be so hard and difficult to do if I ate up all my ????? at dinner time " !
I thought enough of her questioning. Time for me to ask one ! "So Ellie, when you go to the toilet for a poo, what do you do while you're there" (meaning to occupy herself). The little girl misunderstood. "Well,", she said, "I lift up my dress if I'm wearing a dress, or pull down my trousers, or shorts, or whatever I'm wearing, and then I pull down my knickers to my knees, and sit down !". I laughed and explained what I really meant. She then said "Oh, right, well.... nothing really, I just sit there and wait for it to come out." Then she said, "Sometimes I count seconds to see how long it takes me to do my poo. What do you do ?". I told her "Well, I like to count how many plops I do !!" She giggled. "And how many plops did you do last time you had a poo Godfather ?". I said 14. She gasped and said "That's a lot of poo. Don't you clogg up the toilet ?!". I told her not usually.
Then she said "Some of the girls at school do a poo in the toilet and then don't flush it. So when the next one comes along, and does a poo in the toilet as well, it gets full and cloggs up. Then we have to get the caretaker to come and sort it out. Do you know, he goes in with a big bucket and some gloves, and pulls it all out of the toilet with his hands !!!". I laughed.
Then Ellie laughed and said "Do you know, the other day, I did a very big poo, and when it plopped in the water, the water splashed my bum !" I asked her if she liked it when that happened. She said "It depends. If I've had a wee as well, then I don't like it because that would mean I splashed my bum with my wee". Then she laughed some more and said "What If I had a runny poo first ? That would mean my bum was splashed with runny poo as well !!". We both thought that was a pretty yucky idea !!
She then asked if she could get down off my shoulders, because her legs were getting pins and needles. I popped her down on the ground, and she began to rub her legs better. Then she looked up at me and said "If I do a wee in this field, will you tell Mum and Dad ?" I told her that I wouldn't. She then grinned and walked away a bit, and began to undo her trousers. She turned to see if I was looking and when she saw that I was, she said "I know its naughty to watch while other people have a wee, but only if you're peeping while they don't know, or they say that you can't. It's ok if someone says you can look isn't it ?" I told her I thought she was right with that, but only with people she really knew well, never with strangers. "Good" she said. "Godfather, I give you permission to look while I have a wee !". I told her "Thank you !". With one swift movement, she pulled her trousers and knickers down to her knees and squatted down to the ground facing me. Her knees were! pressed tightly together, but her feet were splayed wide apart, and her bum was no more than two inches off the ground. I saw her wee gush forward in a huge torrent, landing well in front of her feet, and she made a big hissing noise that died away to a quiet whisper after the initally velocity. Her wee lasted a good 20 seconds. I commented "Gosh, you must have been saving that up"! She smirked and said, cheekily, "Yep, just for you !!". After she was done, she lifted her bum in the air, and assuming a position like a downhill skier, she jumped and wiggled around, and looked up to see if I was still watching. She grinned, "I making the drips fall off my bum". Then she pulled her knickers and her trousers back up separately before demanding to go back up on my shoulders for the walk back to the park.
On the way back she said "I really love you Godfather. You're not like other adults because you will talk to me about wee and poo. Its like you're still a boy and not a man". I laughed, and contemplated the truth of what she had just said !
At home again, I told James and his wife, who had been curious about where we had got to, that I had had another fine conversation with their daughter. "Forinstance, why are poos different brown colours". James' wife immediately pulled a face and uttered a "disgusted" sound, while James said "I was just going to get myself a bar of chocolate to eat, but I don't think I can now " !!
pee cray Z
adele-how old is your little sis that pees her panties every night?
the girl who wrote about her and her sister peeing in thier swim suits- what other ways did your sis pee her panties? (u said she was part of a club?)
adele-how old is your little sis that pees her panties every night?
the girl who wrote about her and her sister peeing in thier swim suits- what other ways did your sis pee her panties? (u said she was part of a club?)
TheLazyTexan
To the un-named poster-
I loved your story about you and your sister peeing in the grass by the pool. You two must pee amazingly loud when sitting on the toilet since your stream will arch out from your bikini bottoms like that. I wish I knew which college your sister went to. I am a 19 year old guy living in Houston, TX. I also wish I could find the right girlfriend who is into peeing like that because I am. Keep up the great stories!
-Brian
To the un-named poster-
I loved your story about you and your sister peeing in the grass by the pool. You two must pee amazingly loud when sitting on the toilet since your stream will arch out from your bikini bottoms like that. I wish I knew which college your sister went to. I am a 19 year old guy living in Houston, TX. I also wish I could find the right girlfriend who is into peeing like that because I am. Keep up the great stories!
-Brian
wetguy
I have been on vacation for the last 3 weeks, which is why I have not posted. I am trying to get caught up on the posts that I missed. In my next post, I hope to post a few bathroom adventures that occured on my trip.
-wetguy
I have been on vacation for the last 3 weeks, which is why I have not posted. I am trying to get caught up on the posts that I missed. In my next post, I hope to post a few bathroom adventures that occured on my trip.
-wetguy
I've seen numerous discussions of rest room facilities at pools and other swiming areas.The most unusual I've enciuntered was in the Ukraine. Betweem the changing area and the pool there was a combination shower and toilet area. On the men's side, you handed your bathing suit to a female attendant, who -- using sign language because I do not speak the language -- instructed you to muse the toilet and take a shower. The toilets were the eastern squat type -- without partitions or doors -- a row of guys standing on the footprints squating over the hole. I've seen lots of squat toilets in southern Europe -- never before without partitions.
Hermione
Hello, I am new to these posts. I am a 47-year old privately-educated divorcee living in my own flat in Chelsea London. I am a brunette, 5 foot 10 inches tall, 12 stone (168 lbs), well built with a pear-shaped figure. My main assets I am told besides my face, are my large boobs, and large curvaceous bottom.
I enjoy hearing other women using the loo in our large prestigious office in the City of London, where there are at least two sets of Ladies on each of the six floors. Yesterday at about 3 pm I chose one of the 5th floor Ladies. Opposite the basins were three cubicles. One was out of order, and the other two unoccupied. I entered one, sat down, and had a pee.
A few minutes after sitting down I heard someone in a hurry come through the door, hesitate, and go into the only usable cubicle - next to mine. She appeared to involuntary release a double-barrelled fart, followed by a hasty rustling of clothing simultaneously with sitting down.
Then there was silence for a few minutes before she started to let out another deep fart but immediately stopped - presumably embarrassed. The a further period of silence whilst she was probably waiting for me to leave.
This silence was evenually broken by a series of restrained short intermitant dry farts beginning with a deep bass tone and terminating in a treble squeak as her rectal contents were tightly pressed-up against her anus. Her rectum must have been uncomfortably overloaded, as she was unable to hold back this wind any longer despite my suspected unwanted presence.
She then had a brief pee. More silence followed. I then heard her start shifting about on the seat and making quiet but strong straining noises. There were a few plip-plops that sounded like a few hard balls being passed. She then became more vocal with her straining, and I could see her smart black patent-leather shoes flexing under the partition with her heels going up and down off the floor. She gave a quiet groan and pushed hard. She was clearly in pain probably owing to her motion jamming solid within her over-dilated sphincter. She groaned further and I noticed her hands gripping and sliding up and down her calves as she rocked her buttocks too and fro and side to side on the seat trying to force out her impacted stool. This abruptly ended with a relieved gasp and a loud splosh. She siged several times in getting her breath back, and then released a lot more pee.
A few more plip-plops followedat intervals - there was probably more dry impacted material lodged higher up her large colon, but she soon gave up trying - probavly had a meeting to attend.
She wiped quickly just once, flushed, and went out of the cubicle to wash her hands.
A moment later I flushed and came out of my cubicle whilst she was drying her hands. She was about 50-55 years old, well built and attractive in her pin-stripe jacket and skirt. I recognised her as the financial director from the top floor. She puckered her mouth in a stern expression when she saw me and strode out into the corridor towards the lifts.
I nipped into her cubicle to see what remained. There was little smell, but a large bulbous looking stool was floating surrounded by numerous individual hard balls of various sizes. The large turd was about 2.5 inches in diameter in the middle, slighted taped to blunt 2-inch diameters at each end. No wonder she sounded as if it got stuck halfway on its way out ! This solid motion was 5 - 6 inches long and consisted of lumps of round knobbly compressed boluses, and nearly filled the length of the water surface.
She must be a big eater and have been constipated for a week or perhaps 10 days. Such a hard dry lump was understandably difficult and painful for her to pass.
I look forward to sitting with her again some day - quite a performance on this occasion !
More loo experiences later.
Hope you enjoyed this.
Please let me know.
Hello, I am new to these posts. I am a 47-year old privately-educated divorcee living in my own flat in Chelsea London. I am a brunette, 5 foot 10 inches tall, 12 stone (168 lbs), well built with a pear-shaped figure. My main assets I am told besides my face, are my large boobs, and large curvaceous bottom.
I enjoy hearing other women using the loo in our large prestigious office in the City of London, where there are at least two sets of Ladies on each of the six floors. Yesterday at about 3 pm I chose one of the 5th floor Ladies. Opposite the basins were three cubicles. One was out of order, and the other two unoccupied. I entered one, sat down, and had a pee.
A few minutes after sitting down I heard someone in a hurry come through the door, hesitate, and go into the only usable cubicle - next to mine. She appeared to involuntary release a double-barrelled fart, followed by a hasty rustling of clothing simultaneously with sitting down.
Then there was silence for a few minutes before she started to let out another deep fart but immediately stopped - presumably embarrassed. The a further period of silence whilst she was probably waiting for me to leave.
This silence was evenually broken by a series of restrained short intermitant dry farts beginning with a deep bass tone and terminating in a treble squeak as her rectal contents were tightly pressed-up against her anus. Her rectum must have been uncomfortably overloaded, as she was unable to hold back this wind any longer despite my suspected unwanted presence.
She then had a brief pee. More silence followed. I then heard her start shifting about on the seat and making quiet but strong straining noises. There were a few plip-plops that sounded like a few hard balls being passed. She then became more vocal with her straining, and I could see her smart black patent-leather shoes flexing under the partition with her heels going up and down off the floor. She gave a quiet groan and pushed hard. She was clearly in pain probably owing to her motion jamming solid within her over-dilated sphincter. She groaned further and I noticed her hands gripping and sliding up and down her calves as she rocked her buttocks too and fro and side to side on the seat trying to force out her impacted stool. This abruptly ended with a relieved gasp and a loud splosh. She siged several times in getting her breath back, and then released a lot more pee.
A few more plip-plops followedat intervals - there was probably more dry impacted material lodged higher up her large colon, but she soon gave up trying - probavly had a meeting to attend.
She wiped quickly just once, flushed, and went out of the cubicle to wash her hands.
A moment later I flushed and came out of my cubicle whilst she was drying her hands. She was about 50-55 years old, well built and attractive in her pin-stripe jacket and skirt. I recognised her as the financial director from the top floor. She puckered her mouth in a stern expression when she saw me and strode out into the corridor towards the lifts.
I nipped into her cubicle to see what remained. There was little smell, but a large bulbous looking stool was floating surrounded by numerous individual hard balls of various sizes. The large turd was about 2.5 inches in diameter in the middle, slighted taped to blunt 2-inch diameters at each end. No wonder she sounded as if it got stuck halfway on its way out ! This solid motion was 5 - 6 inches long and consisted of lumps of round knobbly compressed boluses, and nearly filled the length of the water surface.
She must be a big eater and have been constipated for a week or perhaps 10 days. Such a hard dry lump was understandably difficult and painful for her to pass.
I look forward to sitting with her again some day - quite a performance on this occasion !
More loo experiences later.
Hope you enjoyed this.
Please let me know.
Tuesesday, August 27, 2002
Matt
To CK Filler
Nice of you to remember my postings from a few months back. I stopped posting whilst I was taking my exams and by the time I had finished Noel and the others seemed to have gone. I used to love Noel’s posts and as you said, they were some of the best this board had seen for a while. Anyway I still love wetting my undies or filling them with a good poo. I take it from your name that you also like pooing you pants? Strangely enough, I always love pooing in a pair of CK boxers/ briefs, they always feel so comefortabel, particularly with a good load in them! Hope to hear from you soon. Now I know that there are other like minded people I will start posting again. Finally, NOEL if you still read this board, please start posting again.
To CK Filler
Nice of you to remember my postings from a few months back. I stopped posting whilst I was taking my exams and by the time I had finished Noel and the others seemed to have gone. I used to love Noel’s posts and as you said, they were some of the best this board had seen for a while. Anyway I still love wetting my undies or filling them with a good poo. I take it from your name that you also like pooing you pants? Strangely enough, I always love pooing in a pair of CK boxers/ briefs, they always feel so comefortabel, particularly with a good load in them! Hope to hear from you soon. Now I know that there are other like minded people I will start posting again. Finally, NOEL if you still read this board, please start posting again.
Ina
Hi friends, I tried to post last week already, but did not get through. I usually think I understand the rules, but sometimes I have no clue...Here is another try:
RIZZO: What a delight to have you back. I loved your story. It’s funny in a way, cause I thought about you in a similar situation. I went to Italy and had a pee at a cafe. There were two toilets, one cubicle for men and one for women. The male one had a squat toilet and the female one the bowl, most of us are used to. When I went, the male one was empty and the female one taken and my friend was waiting to use it, so I went into the male one, as it did not matter. I thought about your story from the rest stop, where your wife got her pants wet from the flush, while I had a standing pee into the squat toilet with my tool. I liked it, as it is nearly like just pissing on the floor...lol. Please write more stories, they are so great! Love, Ina
JEFF A.: I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw your name! I am sooo happy you are ok and healthy. Some of us were really worried, but surely we are all glad you are still around. I am very sorry about your worries and wish I could be more support. I wish you all the best. You are being thought about.
To your questions: What do I like about peeing/ the thought of it? I like the feeling of relieve and the pleasure you gain from it. I like it especially when one has to hold it for a while, but then pees a powerful stream in a suitable place rather than going in your pants. I like seeing the stream, that is why I don’t like going in pants and why I also like peeing standing (also it’s comfortable). I like it to be able to direct my stream, which is a playful addition to the relieve. When I was a kid, I had a little friend from next door and we watched each other peeing and pooping. I don’t know if my fascination came from that or if we did it cause it was already there. The idea to pee standing and direct your stream onto or into something was always fascinating to me. Being able to do this finally is such great fun to me, but also confusing as most women don’t even seem to understand why this would be fun. I mostly like the stories about pooping that are set in the out! doors. I find a good poo in the woods a wonderful experience, when you feel one with nature. I find that one of the most pleasurable thing during camping (providing you find your privacy and a good spot) and can’t understand at all, why some people ( I am afraid mostly Americans) can come to ideas like bringing toilet tents with pottys and stuff into the wilderness. I would not mind to use unisex rooms and have used the men’s room in cases there were long queues at the ladies. You can’t see anything from behind, so you don’t have to be scared guys...Also as most men pee in puplic wherever they feel like it, I don’t think they can be so fuzzy with the toilets. I don’t care so much if it’s unisex or not but I want enough toilet so there aren’t queues at the ladies all the time and I would love urinals at the ladies...P.S.: Your last story about your wife was wonderful. Does she like seeing you on the toilet as well? I would, grin. As celebreties go I would love to see Halle ! Berry or Angelina Jolie on the toilet. Or rather people from here like gorgeous Carmelita. Or that gorgeous girl with the long, red hair, who gave me such a wonderful smile duiring jogging in the park. For males I could imagine that actor from "Dark Angel", who Sarah says looks like Tim, being an attractive sight doing a pee or a poop. And by the way, all you guys like you, Steve, Tim, Robby, Rizzo. And of course I would love to see all the ladies like Annie, Sarah and Meghan, Tim’s Sarah, Louise, Carmelita, Patsy, Renee, Nu and PV doing a standing pee!! That’s all, LOL.
SARAH S: Lovely to hear from you, dear. Isn’t it funny your new man likes to listen? I hope things will be great for you two. I am happy you are doing so well. Wish you all the best! Love to MEGHAN and my dears ROBBIE (hope all is fine with your dad and the rest...) and ANNIE (sweetheart, you have to tell me about the urinal story at college!! Can you use the travelmate with pants now? I had a beer pish into a hedge on the way home yesterday...) Love and hugs and more later, I am getting too long...
Love to all like TIM AND SARAH, CARMELITA AND FAMILY(HOPE YOU ARE FINE, I MISS YOU!!!), LOUISE AND STEVE ( HOPE TO TALK TO YOU WHEN YOU ARE BACK.!), PV, EPHERMAL, PRG, PPG...
Hi friends, I tried to post last week already, but did not get through. I usually think I understand the rules, but sometimes I have no clue...Here is another try:
RIZZO: What a delight to have you back. I loved your story. It’s funny in a way, cause I thought about you in a similar situation. I went to Italy and had a pee at a cafe. There were two toilets, one cubicle for men and one for women. The male one had a squat toilet and the female one the bowl, most of us are used to. When I went, the male one was empty and the female one taken and my friend was waiting to use it, so I went into the male one, as it did not matter. I thought about your story from the rest stop, where your wife got her pants wet from the flush, while I had a standing pee into the squat toilet with my tool. I liked it, as it is nearly like just pissing on the floor...lol. Please write more stories, they are so great! Love, Ina
JEFF A.: I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw your name! I am sooo happy you are ok and healthy. Some of us were really worried, but surely we are all glad you are still around. I am very sorry about your worries and wish I could be more support. I wish you all the best. You are being thought about.
To your questions: What do I like about peeing/ the thought of it? I like the feeling of relieve and the pleasure you gain from it. I like it especially when one has to hold it for a while, but then pees a powerful stream in a suitable place rather than going in your pants. I like seeing the stream, that is why I don’t like going in pants and why I also like peeing standing (also it’s comfortable). I like it to be able to direct my stream, which is a playful addition to the relieve. When I was a kid, I had a little friend from next door and we watched each other peeing and pooping. I don’t know if my fascination came from that or if we did it cause it was already there. The idea to pee standing and direct your stream onto or into something was always fascinating to me. Being able to do this finally is such great fun to me, but also confusing as most women don’t even seem to understand why this would be fun. I mostly like the stories about pooping that are set in the out! doors. I find a good poo in the woods a wonderful experience, when you feel one with nature. I find that one of the most pleasurable thing during camping (providing you find your privacy and a good spot) and can’t understand at all, why some people ( I am afraid mostly Americans) can come to ideas like bringing toilet tents with pottys and stuff into the wilderness. I would not mind to use unisex rooms and have used the men’s room in cases there were long queues at the ladies. You can’t see anything from behind, so you don’t have to be scared guys...Also as most men pee in puplic wherever they feel like it, I don’t think they can be so fuzzy with the toilets. I don’t care so much if it’s unisex or not but I want enough toilet so there aren’t queues at the ladies all the time and I would love urinals at the ladies...P.S.: Your last story about your wife was wonderful. Does she like seeing you on the toilet as well? I would, grin. As celebreties go I would love to see Halle ! Berry or Angelina Jolie on the toilet. Or rather people from here like gorgeous Carmelita. Or that gorgeous girl with the long, red hair, who gave me such a wonderful smile duiring jogging in the park. For males I could imagine that actor from "Dark Angel", who Sarah says looks like Tim, being an attractive sight doing a pee or a poop. And by the way, all you guys like you, Steve, Tim, Robby, Rizzo. And of course I would love to see all the ladies like Annie, Sarah and Meghan, Tim’s Sarah, Louise, Carmelita, Patsy, Renee, Nu and PV doing a standing pee!! That’s all, LOL.
SARAH S: Lovely to hear from you, dear. Isn’t it funny your new man likes to listen? I hope things will be great for you two. I am happy you are doing so well. Wish you all the best! Love to MEGHAN and my dears ROBBIE (hope all is fine with your dad and the rest...) and ANNIE (sweetheart, you have to tell me about the urinal story at college!! Can you use the travelmate with pants now? I had a beer pish into a hedge on the way home yesterday...) Love and hugs and more later, I am getting too long...
Love to all like TIM AND SARAH, CARMELITA AND FAMILY(HOPE YOU ARE FINE, I MISS YOU!!!), LOUISE AND STEVE ( HOPE TO TALK TO YOU WHEN YOU ARE BACK.!), PV, EPHERMAL, PRG, PPG...
Carl
I've noticed several posters enjoy staging an 'accident' in their pants. The other day I was coming back from watching a film and the bus I was travelling on got stuck in the most chronic traffic jam. Before I left the cinema I realised I neded to poo but experience told me it was some little time away. However I hadn't reckoned on being stuck on a stationary bus. A journey that should have taken 30 minutes was now nearly an hour and a half. Bank Holiday traffic! I got more and more desperate until in the end I just had to give in and pooed in my pants. It was quite a firm one, fortunately but still horrible. I peed a bit as well. So, my question is. What the heck is it about shitting your pants which is preferable to the pleasure and satisfaction of a nice leisurely dump sitting on the comfort of a toilet? Please enlighten me as there may be something I'm missing here.
I've noticed several posters enjoy staging an 'accident' in their pants. The other day I was coming back from watching a film and the bus I was travelling on got stuck in the most chronic traffic jam. Before I left the cinema I realised I neded to poo but experience told me it was some little time away. However I hadn't reckoned on being stuck on a stationary bus. A journey that should have taken 30 minutes was now nearly an hour and a half. Bank Holiday traffic! I got more and more desperate until in the end I just had to give in and pooed in my pants. It was quite a firm one, fortunately but still horrible. I peed a bit as well. So, my question is. What the heck is it about shitting your pants which is preferable to the pleasure and satisfaction of a nice leisurely dump sitting on the comfort of a toilet? Please enlighten me as there may be something I'm missing here.
Darius
pee cray Z
adele-how old is your little sis that pees her panties every night?
the girl who wrote about her and her sister peeing in thier swim suits- what other ways did your sis pee her panties? (u said she was part of a club?)
adele-how old is your little sis that pees her panties every night?
the girl who wrote about her and her sister peeing in thier swim suits- what other ways did your sis pee her panties? (u said she was part of a club?)
Hi all. So many good posts - but sorry I can't respond to all of them.
FADAWA: Thanks for getting back to me about your proposed trip to India. Can I ask, are you male or female? What age are you? These questions have some bearing on getting away from the conventional tourist areas to visit some of the remote villages. I was in India with a charity, which meant several of us going places together, including the Indian's who took responsibility for our safety. We travelled by jeeps or taxi's hired for our purposes locally, and by train for longer distances. India can be a dangerous place away from the tourist areas. If you are young and female and alone, I recommend that you do not try visiting the villages. If you are male, you may have an advantage (it's a cultural thing there), but even so you would be better off with a friend. You would almost certainly get "sitings" in the villages, but I cannot guarentee this, as it is not something I saw every day. You have to weigh up the risks involved in wanting to see people pee and poo. Please ge! t back to me on this. I do want you to get the best out of your trip.
CK filler: Thanks for your post. Was so great to hear from you. I too would like to know what happened to Noel, Adam, Matt (the A-Level briefs filler) and Poo Pants. Like you and me, they were all here in the UK. (If any of you guys are reading this, please post again - as your posts were some of the best male posts on here - especially for us guys who love pooing our pants). Anyway, "CK filler", I'm glad you liked my story of me filling my CK briefs at breakfast time last week. I've got plenty more stories to share from past experiences and, as I shit in my pants in the future. Sorry to disappoint you. I did not poo in my boxers when I went offline. I made it to the toilet alright. I'm not too keen on doing it in boxers, as there is a risk of it sliding down my legs. If I'm planning to poo my pants on purpose at home, I take my boxers off and put on a pair of my CK briefs and fill them. I also have some "2(x)ist" briefs that are very similar in fit and feel to my CK bri! efs. I've never seen these in the shops. I got them off an underu wear provider on the internet. I noticed you needed to poo when you got offline. Did you do it in your CK briefs or did you make it to the loo? I guess you've got some great pants filling stories to tell. Do please post about your experiences. I will be eagerly looking for your posts - as it appears we have much in common. Where in the UK are you from? I live in a town in Lancashire.
It's my bedtime, so gotta go.
Darius.
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