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Thursday, January 3, 2013

Annoyed Hiker


All the talk about pooping outdoors leads me to comment... please, people! Dispose of your poop correctly. This means carrying a shovel and digging a hole 6 inches deep, well away from anyplace that somebody is likely to step. If in doubt about the correct procedures, check out the brochures and maps that you get at the visitors centers at most parks. Or get the book How To Shit in the Woods, by Kathleen Meyer (you can get it from Amazon). It doesn't enhance the outdoor experience to come across some guy's bowel movement sitting on the ground in sight (and smell!) of the trail. A couple of weekends ago, hiking in the Smokies, I barely missed stepping in a large coil of soft shit that somebody had deposited right in the middle of the trail. And no, it wasn't from a bear: they don't use kleenex to wipe their butts!


Mr. Noname
Hi All!,

Nice to read posts from all the regulars. Welcome new posters!!

I just got back from a three week trip back home and so I haven't had anything to post. My girlfriend wasn't able to accompany me and so our buddy dumping pattern was broken for awhile. It's taken awhile to get back on track and this morning we managed our first good session together again. Nothing spectacular, but it's something.

Right after breakfast we both got that familiar urge, so we spread out the paper on the floor. I went first. Mine was one of those usual mushy ones which comes out so quickly and amazes my girlfriend who complains that her poops take a little time and effort to get started. It must have been that spicy sauce we made for the kebabs last night! It was also a gassy one with a few splutters. Whew-ee!
Then it was her turn. She stepped out of her panties and squatted over the paper next to my mess. Her little pink hole opened and domed out a bit to reveal a soft, light brown turd about an inch and a half wide which came out rather quickly. Following that was a hissy fart and another turd of the same width and length, about 4 inches long. Finally there was one more small piece and she was done. She says she hasn't had time at work to eat her "buddy dump bread" which is so rich in grain and fiber and which seems to help her produce the massive dumps she was doing a few weeks ago. I'm encouraging her to try to eat more (especially that she has been under some work-related stress lately) and to eat regularly. Hopefully we back to some better buddy dumping sessions soon. i'm still waiting for another "monster" turd like I haven't seen for weeks!!

Looking forward to reading and commenting on the next new posts, so keep 'em coming!

Happy grunts and plops to all!


kakadu
wow kevin your bathroom must be awfull big, how come all your brothers and friends are ok about whatching each other dump and then wipe.



Ihad a dream that there was this giant tiolet in the mall and who ever sat on it and made the biggest load got 10,000 dollars. People were cheering me on! When I woke up I filled my underpants up to the hilt with shit!


Kendal
Hello Everyone. I'm back from Grannie and Grandad's now and very excited to read the post from best friend Linda GS, and I had to get a hankie out when I saw that Ellie and Little Lou were back again ! Andrew has told me he wrote here a few hours ago and what he said, so I won't repeat anything, hopefully !

CRYSTAL: That was an excellent first story from you. Fancy sitting on the toilet with a lap-top on your knee so you could describe what you were doing as it was happening ! That was cooooolll ! But your sleeping bag wetting was an even better story. I've been lucky and have never had anything like that happen to me. Just like you, I've shared a sleeping bag with my girl friends (I'm definitely not lesbian either) Once with my old best friend Chloe who I don't see very often now and several times with my current best friend Kirsty. She's 12 like you, but unlike you, she hasn't started her periods yet. Neither have I, but then I'm only 11. There was one night when Kirsty was bursting for a wee but she didn't want to wake me. Eventually though, she decided she just couldn't hold on any longer and had to wake me. We went to the toilet together, and there was a wet patch in her panties where she had dribbled a small bit before she got to the toilet ! Hope to chat with you ! some more some time. And don't worry, no one will know who you are. The moderators won't let you post anything that identifies you specifically. Love Kendal.

ELLIE & LITTLE LOU: I am so very glad to see my old friends return here. Andrew guessed that you were gone because Kev might have taken his computer with him. However, I'm very pleased to find out that he is back home with you enabling you to come back here ! I guess that must mean he is being better behaved, and that you and Little Lou have at last got your "nice" big brother back again instead of the "nasty" one. Glad you managed to watch the film Lawn Dogs. Now you know what I look like ! And now you also know what fun it is to wee down a car windscreen. I think I wet just about everything, my legs, my panties, my plimsoles ! Even the back of my skirt which I hadn't quite pulled far enough from under my bum ! I have a lovely mental image of you and Little Lou and Courtney taking it in turns. I wish I could have been there to join in !! I can't quite remember when you were last here. It seems ages ago, and so much has happened to me. I don't expect you will have! been able to read all the old posts since you were last here, so I'll give you a short resumee. Apologies if you already know any of this. I lost my Dad on the 30th April. He died because he had a weak blood vessel leading from his heart, and it burst. So I was forced to go and live with my Mum in Cumbria. Then, While I was on holiday with Andrew and his Mum and Dad, and my friend Kirsty and also my step sister Emily, my Mum had the baby she was expecting, a little boy called Thomas. He was fine, but Mum wasn't, and she died too ! So I took the chance to come home to Devon, and I now live with Andrew and my Aunt and Uncle. There, thats all that has happened to me since April, in only four months ! But I'm fine otherwise, with the kind care and attention of Andrew, and my Aunty PV and Uncle Rizzo, and Linda GS and her family. And now I've got you back again. I've missed you all very much, and I can't wait to hear about all that you have been up to. Please, please write agai! n soon. Lots of love to you all, love from Kendal xxxx

LINDA GS: Gosh girl ! I think I'll have to get Cousin to lock you in your room, to protect Andrew from your advances !!! ( Hey, definitely just kidding !!) I'm surprised you didn't proposition him with a comb ! Andrew has gone very red at the side of me now ! However, he says he would be delighted to comb your hair again for you, especially when you are wearing black pampies ! Linda, I really wish you could experience my Grannie's high toilet. I did have one major poo on it, that splashed my bum so much that PLUNGING PLOP GUY will be jealous for years ! And of course you were there to hold my hand and gab to me !! Talking about that first time I had a poo on a toilet, I don't actually remember being scared at all. I was probably more scared about pooing my pampies. And given that it was Dad who took me for my first poo, I suspect it would have been a really pleasent experience because he would have been holding me all the time on the seat so I didn't fall in. In fac! t, I bet he was giving me a huge hug while I did it. I wish I could remember, but to be honest, I can't really. Wonderful story about Elena and when she pooed in her pampers while hiding among the clothes ! Must go now because it is way past my bedtime, and I'm sure Andrew is waiting for me to go so he can go to bed as well. But I must just say one or two other things. Don't talk too often about how I would like your Cousin to see me on the toilet. Yes I would, very much ! But I don't want him to get faint again. I remember him telling me that when I first said something some while ago. And secondly, Andrew is now trying to work out what he could leave behind in your bathroom so he could play the same trick on you ! His comb perhaps !?!! Love you my friend, xxxxxxx Got to go before Andrew can get his finger on the back deleting key to remove my "And Secondly....." ! ( Or should I be calling him Drew where you are concerned !!?! ) Lots of love from Kendal ( to Miguel, Ele! na, Kendal and Lynda as well xxxxxxx )

PS to ELLIE: Am I allowed to use the "C" word ? Are you still going out with "C" ?


Zip
When I lived in a dorm, in college, I was always fascinated by the way guys took a dump. I lived with these guys for about a year and so I was able to check out their different dumping styles. Some of the guys I remember
-Ed, a big red-head. Always a smelly dump. Only wiped once or twice.
-Mike, tall, good-looking blonde guy. Always dumped quickly. Only in the stall a few minutes. He stood and faced the wall to wipe. I could see the top of his head above the stall door.
-Shane, friendly, athletic guy with brown hair. Took his time to dump. He would only pull his pants/shorts low enough to be able to crap (usually around his thighs). He was the first guy I saw who crapped while on his toes the entire time.
-Ross, kinda cocky, black hair, fair skinned, very attractive. Liked to walk around in his underwear, usually BVD briefs. He would usually take his briefs off and hang them on the hook on the back of the door while crapping naked.
-Ernie, short, nice Latino guy. He would start talking to you if he saw you at the sink or urinal, and he'd keep on talking while he crapped. It was funny to talk to him, because you would hear his voice and breathing change if he was straining.
-Carl, dark-haired, olive skinned, kinda quiet. He would take some wet paper towels into the stall with him to wipe. Usually spent more time wiping than dumping. Always pissed long and loud while on the toilet.

Just some observations.


Adrian
I like the latest picture of a delightful lady sat on a loo which looks large enough to take even the biggest of loads!

Did anyone see the BBC2 documentary "Lifters" on Tuesday night? A young man who made his living out of shopflifting was being interviewed but he wasn't any easy character to interview. On the morning of his 18th birthday the interviewer had agreed to collect him for an appointment with his Probation Officer. To put it mildly the young man wasn't too co-operative. At one stage he went into the toilet, turned his back to the cameraman and, standing in front of the loo, did his early morning wee-wee whilst the 'interview' was going on. It's not often that you get to see or hear a live wee on British TV but last night was one of the exceptions.

Sarsen. I was interested to hear about your experience whilst on naval training. Presumably that was before you took up teaching. I'm not surprised that you felt unable to wee so publicly like that. To be honest, I think I'd have had difficulty too. That said, I think if you'd been really desperate you'd have managed to empty your bladder or, more probably, it would have emptied itself. None of us can last indefinetly without going.

I hope you weren't offended by my response to your last post in which I suggested that that teachers and students should be subject to the same rules as regards leaving lessons to go to the loo. It was just that I felt it was an area where fairness mattered.

Have you had a good dump lately?

Regards
Adrian


Lawn Dogs Kid
Hey, who saw Lawn Dogs on the TV in England then ? It was on Sunday night quite late on BBC2 !

I heard Kate have another poo while I was in Cumbria. She went to use the toilet that is situated in a shared bathroom between her room and Emily's. We were all in Emily's room at the time when she got up to go, and she carefully closed the door and locked it. However, none of us heard her close the door on her bedroom side ! So, feeling very naughty, Kendal, Emily and I crept out of Emily's room and along the corridor and into Kate's room. Sure enough, the bathroom door on her side was wide open. However, the toilet is at the opposite end of the bathroom to the door, so you can't see anything unless you go right in. Kendal and Emily were in stitches when I teased Kate by creeping up to the bathroom door, and then announced in a loud voice "just going for a pee girls" ! There was a very loud sharp intake of breath from Kate as she realised where I was, and what was about to happen, not that I would ever have done it of course ! She shrieked, "DON'T YOU DARE, YOU RUDE B! OY, GO AWAY... NOW !!!". In the couple of second silence that followed, there was an almighty crashing plop. The three of us descended into absolute hysterics, but not the loud sort. You know, the squeeky sort of "Mutley" style of laughing, because we none of us wanted to upset Kate further. "I SAID GO AWAY !!!" was all she said in response. So we quickly disappeared back to Emily's side. When Kate came out of the toilet, she marched right up to me while I sat on Emily's bed. There was a long silence before she gave me a smack on my arm, and trying to keep a serious face, she proceeded to give me a smack on my arm with each word she uttered " Don't..do..that..to..me..again !". I made my apologies (genuinely) and later told her I wouldn't have gone in. She told me "I know you wouldn't have done. I was just caught by surprise because I didn't hear you come into my bedroom. I know you don't watch Kendal unless she invites you". Now it was Kendal's and my turn to look shocked ! ! "I know you both do". Emily turned very red. The poor little thing assumed that Kendal and I would think that she had told her sister our secret. However, Kate explained how she had heard Kendal and Emily talking about it one day. "Don't worry" she said, "I won't ever tell, I love you both too much to get you into trouble. But I prefer to go to the toilet on my own". Kendal and I told her we respected that, and I promised not to play the same trick on her again. And guess what ? Kate showed both Kendal and me how much she trusts as by going to the toilet next time without locking or even closing the bathroom door !

SARSEN: The moderators don't like us to lose our anonymity on this site, so all I'll say is that Kendal and I live in a village that is not far from the town of Tiverton. So we are in North Devon rather than the south of Devon that you refered to. Were you based in Dartmouth for your naval training then ?

KIM & SCOTT: I was joking really when I said that I felt I didn't have many friends at the moment. Every one wanted to call me Showery Shorts all the time ( except for that babe of all babes, Linda GS XOXO ! ). Even so, your kind greeting has made my day ! Look forward to your next removed skin-tight-blue-skirted, nudey, quivering, shuddering, horse sized poo ! Love Andrew.

ELLIE & LITTLE LOU: My God ! Kendal and I thought we'd never hear from you again ! Its so good to have you back with us ! So you watched Lawn Dogs on Sunday night did you ? Kendal and I were in Cumbria with her step sisters Kate and Emily and her half brother Thomas. We had crowded onto Kate's bed to watch the movie in her room because it was on so late, and we were all supposed to be in bed. Four on a single bed is quite a feat really. It is quite a big bed, but we could only fit two, side by side, leaning back on the bed-head. So Kendal sat between my legs leaning back on me, and little Emily did the same with her sister ( Kate is 12 and Emily 8, or is she 9 now ? ). Kate and Emily both gasped with surprise when they saw the little girl playing the part of Devon Stockard. Just as I've said before, the actress Mischa Barton and Kendal could be twins they are so alike ! So I hope you were paying attention. You will have a great image of what Kendal looks like no! w ! Kendal will be thrilled to read how you tried to repeat weeing down the car. And yes, she got herself all wet as well ! Now how accurate did you recreat the scene ? Did you have your panties down round your ankles ? If so, I bet you got them wet too !! Look forward to renewing our friendships. I hope that all your problems are behind you. Love from Andrew.

LINDA GS: Ahhhhhh ! You are so kind to me, not wanting to make me feel bad ! Well, Babe, I doubt you could make me feel bad even if you tried. The friendship between your family and mine due to this wonderful site is far too important. Anyway, even if you had used "that name", I would know you were only teasing me and wouldn't mean it ! You have to have humour, otherwise all you'd do is cry all day ! So you give me a good teasing whenever you want ( GRRRRRR ! ) Now, as for leaving your barret behind ( whatever that is ) in the bathroom so you would have an excuse to come in just as I let go the loudest of all plops, well, I would pretend to go all red with embarrassment while secretly being pleased that you had come in and seen me, and heard it ! Thanks for the story about Elena hiding in the clothes rack while she pooped in her pampers. And as for the reason for the cancellation of the Kendal potty show... I haven't laughed so much, well, since I showered my shorts! in the woods ! Kendal will be back in a few hours. I'll let her answer some more of your post. Love you babe XOXO.

PS: Black hey ? Hmmmmmmmmm.... !


PV
Hi all,

Been offline for a while, been real sick for a week and more -- temperatures dry you out and for the first week I only seemed to dump bumshot (nuggets), then antibiotic has given me the runs and an anus that itches constantly...!

GARY --

You said: "I love to hear about your urinal stories and adventures. Have you (or any other girls for that matter) ever been “caught in the act” in the men’s bathroom? If you have, tell us about it, and what you did / said / reacted. If not, tell us what you would do if you ever are!"

Sure! I think Louise and I went over this once before, but I'm sure it would bear repeating. I've been walked-in-on twice to date (not a bad record given all the dozens and dozens of times I've used mensrooms in the last few years.)

The first time was on a college field trip. I was using a tiny mensroom at a place adjoining the subject of our trip, and I went in wearing jeans, longsleeve shirt, sneakers, with my hair through the strap of a crewcap. There was only one floor urinal, with wide sides for privacy. The single stall was already in use, and I was standing onthe platform, weeing away happily when a guy came in. My back was to the door and it turned out with my dress so unisex he simply couldn't tell I wasn't a guy! I finished, grinned and walked out!

The second time was in college, I was using a continuous wall urinal, and was seen in profile, with better light so there was little doubt as to my sex... the row of stalls was behind the urinal so I heard a guy come in, walk past me and go into a stall. I made no sound, definitely no eye contact, just kept on squirting and looking down at my stream, and left when I was finished. He must have known I was female despite jeans and shirt, I cannot believe he was unaware!

As for what to do if the situation goes wrong -- if the place is inhabited on entry, I have a little speech of appology lined up, a "sorry, I'm in the wriong one" line, with a theatrical blush, followed by a swift exit. If challenged when already delivering a strong stream -- a nonchallant raise of the eyebrows and something laconic would probably break the ice. Disentangling afterward might be the problem. Caution is always the watchword...

ELLIE & LITTLE LOU -- welcome back, darlings, we've missed you! I hope you have lots of fun stories, and that everything is going well with you at home now.

KIM -- sweet evacuations there, honey! A swift log and a well-formed one (or two) are a delight. I can't wait to get back to producing some decent hotdogs again!

Cheers all,

PV


John(VT)
Hi, everyone!

Kim: You go, girl! 38 inches in two days... you're INCREDIBLE!! I bet
Scott really liked the one you left for his inspection, too, eh? Keep
up the great work, and let all of us fans know the details!

Gretel: Where are you?


Logger
kim and scott,
Nice to hear that you're still pushing out those huge horse sized logs, Kim! It's so mind-boggling to imagine that such a lovely little lady can pass turds of that diameter and length! I'm glad it gives you such great pleasure. What I wouldn't give to see one of your productions in person! Do you have any plans for some more outrageous public logging adventures? The world awaits.
Diane in New York,
What's going on there?


Wednesday, August 29, 2001


DONNIE ML

TO THE BEET LOVER.....
Yes, I eat beets quite a bit especially at the salad bar when I eat out. I dont pay much attention to the poop color but there are times I notice some red stain from the beets. Other times when I eat some colored foods my poop might be green, black, blue or other color.


Mikey
Hey ladies!Have any stories about using public bathrooms without doors on the stalls?Like in parks,camp grounds,schools,ect...That would be nice.:o)
Mike.


Kory
TO LORI: Thanks Lori, I wonder how many woman are ashamed of going for one reason or another? I dated this girl who was just like me and would never go in public, or anywhere but her house. And she said that it excited her to imagine a guy in that situation. Just wondered if you had any thoughts on the subject. Thanks Kory


Another Lurker
Tony from Scotland: Regarding your comment about water consumption. I race mountainbikes and during a long - i.e 3 hour - race, it is not unusual to drink 3 + litres of water. We tend to hydrate by drinking 1.5l up front, then drink a further 2 during the race.

Just my two cents worth . . .


Crystal
Babe E. - Yes there was another time, when I was at sleep away camp. I was eating lunch with a full bladder and thought I could hold it in. I was laughing with my friends about something and suddenly started to feel my bladder release uncontorlably. It was especialy embarassing since there was a bathroom right across the room and everyone in my age group was there and saw. But I am now more comfortable with peeing myself. Recently I was at school and on my period. I had to go badly and thought I could let out just a little since I was wearing a maxi. I was wrong and just let it all out. I seems that whenever I start a stream I can't stop it. I was laughing histaricly in the hall right after it happened. People looked at me weird since the stain was obvious, but I didn't care.

Austin - those brick partitioned unisex sound great! I would love to have a conversation with a guy over the brick while we both have a nice BM. Maybe even invite him over to my side and watch.


kevin from calgary
From time to time i read about guys using public washrooms with no doors on the stalls, up to now i have never come across such a thing-- till now.

i was at work just about the end of my shift and needed to poo, i made my way to the bathrooms wouldnt you know it closed for cleaning, i sighed and said a few choice words like DOHHHHH!!!.

well anyway i punched out got in my car and begun to drive home. about halfway i knew i couldnt make it, i was allmost doing it in my pants. i quickly pulled into a mall, parked my car and ran (and i do mean run)i was just about at the bathrooms when i lost control and i felt a heavy weight drop into my underpants not even slowing down i rushed into the mens room, and to my astonishment all the doors had been removed from the stalls.

at that point i didnt care, i went into the middel stall dropped my pants sat on the toilet and let it all out. i finally relaxed enough to check out my underpants one big light brown log not to smelly, now just at that point a guy with his young son came in, the man looked at me and caught site of my underpants he raised his eyes and said something under his breath, but his son (about ten i guess)said hey dad that guys done what you did yesterday he pooped his pants just like you did.

the man by this time had finished peeing grabbed his son and dragged him away. This is the first time i have experianced open stalls not sure i really liked it i think i still prefer the privacy of a closed stall. To finish off (hey get it finish off -- oh never mind) i chucked my underpants in the garbage i never bothered to wipe i find it takes to long when you have an accident, besides i was afraid someone else would come in while i was wiping.


Markus
Just out of curiosity, do any of you take a dump with the door open?

I try it when I'm home alone, and it's actually not so bad- I mean, no one's home, so it doesn't make much difference to me.


Billy and Kevin L
Jason, what else are you supposed to do? We all poop and that is what the toilet is there for. There is nothing to be ashamed of.

Last night for dinner, we had mexican food. With the refried beans and stuff, we really had to poop this morning. Josh and Jeremy got up first. Then Billy, me, and my friends bob, mike, cousin billy, jim and james. Mike pooped when he got up, and the rest of us went to breakfast. We did not drink a lot last night, so we didn't have to pee that bad. After breakfast, the rest of us had to poop. Jim and james went in first, while we got dressed and finished breakfast. They were done when we went in. I went in and sat down. I passed about 4 big logs. my brother billy said he's next. Josh was jumping around. He sat on his little potty and started to poop. I wiped and billy sat on the toilet. Cousin Billy couldn't wait, so he went to the guest room. While my brother was on the toilet, he wiped josh's butt, and jeremy sat down on the little toilet. He got up, and poop there was more poop in the toilet than water (it is one of those low volume toilets that use only a little water)! . We flushed. Bob sat on the toilet. Bob pushed out about 100 little turds. Mike came in and said he had to go again. Jeremy was done. The little potty was full of poop and pee. jeremy wiped. Bob said he would be about 5 minutes. So mike went to the guest room, and cousin billy said he was still pooping away. So mike came back. he said, what I am supposed to do? Bob said, I will be done in about 3 minutes. Mike said he cannot wait that long. I got the container from the little potty, told bob to get up for a minute and emptied it in the big toilet. Then I said to mike, use this. Mike said no way. then I said to mike, poop your pants. He said, I see your point. He sat down on the little potty. Cousin billy came in to brush his teeth. He said, you should have come back to the guest bathroom. Mike said, whatever. By this time he wsa busy pooping away. He filled the entire container. My big brothers were waking up. Mike had to go to work, Tim was going to go to his friends, and ! Tom was havign some friends over. Tim said, what you are doing? Are you a little boy? Mike grew red. He finished, and wiped. I told him to empty the container in the toilet and he did and flushed. My brother tom sat down on the big toilet. My brother mike said he can't wait and sat on the little toilet. My friend said to mike, are you a little boy? Can't you wait? Mike said, I can wait, but what is the big deal?

Anyway, we finished getting dressed and we have to go to our last day of day camp at school. We are going on a field trip to a museum and then we are going to have a picnic.


Sarsen
Tony: The UK military work on the basis of the average healthy, physically active male needs 6 litres of water per day. This includes water in food etc. Hiker's 3 litres seems pretty reasonable therefore.

This reminds me of something that happened while I was undertaking naval training about ten years ago. We were on an exercise on the River Dart in Devon (anywhere near you Kendal & Lawn Dogs Kid?). The small boat we were in had one 'head' (toilet) in the forward cabin but this cabin was used by our training officers and so the head was not available.

There was no option but to 'go' over the side, in the middle of the River Dart just off a riverside town. In the morning I felt the need to pee but, when I got up on deck and aimed into the water, performance anxiety got the better of me. One of the other trainees wasn't so shy though. He 'dumped' over the side, in full view of the shore, leaving a distinct brown stain on the side of the boat.


Bryian
I like that new picture

To Cody: I liked your story...let me tell you what i think...i think that is weird that they have cameras up in the boys bathroom and the stalls have no doors. I guess the school does that to watch out for people smoking etc.

To Jason: I liked the story about you dumping in the restroom at the bar. I don't think it was a bad idea for you to shit there as long as you are open about doing so. I don't think i would have waited for a private toilet...unless family members were around me.


Luc
TO UNSIGNED

About your inability to get totally clean after a poop and feeling "unclean", I agree with Tony from Scotland whose post is earlier on this page that moist towelets like Handiwipes used once or twice followed by a dry wide with paper should do the trick. You also should test first to make sure there isn't a "hanging chad", because if you mush it up on the first wipe you then spend several wipes getting rid of it. Also, I notice that if I force the paper into my hole, it will stay streaky. Just concentrate on getting the outside clean. I also hope you flush frequently if you are using so much TP. Someone in our office whom I call the "mad crapper" uses a roll of TP and clogs up the toilet. This is very annoying. Hope you work things out. Sounds a little neurotic and we all have enough problems without letting something like a little steak here and there get us down. Good luck.


RyanS
Hey everyone, sorry I haven't posted in a while, I just haven't had much to post about. But I do have a story from the past couple of days.


School started last Wednesday (8/22/01), I was thinking about taking a dump on the first day but I ended up going the night before for some reason, I didn't have to go the next day or the rest of the week. But I did have a little to let out during that week but not enough to go at school, Friday night is when I really started getting a good urge, but I wanted to go Monday (8/27/01) so I held it, Saturday morning I woke up and it was push back up my anal canal, so I didn't have any urges until later that day, then Sunday came along and the urge came in the morning time, throughout the day it got worse and I couldn't hold it any longer. So I took a dump Sunday afternoon, I let out some thick chunks, about 4 or 5, I had to break it up because I knew it wouldn't go down. Then later after I got home from church I had more to let out but I decided to save it for Monday.

Monday (today) came along and I was really nervous about doing it because I didn't really know what to expect. Well lunch came around and I ate my lunch then went off to the bathroom, I walked in and saw about 4 or 5 stalls and a couple of urninals I beleive (I didn't see them so I don't know for sure). I think I took the third stall. I pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles and sat and let out a silent smelly fart, then I just leaned forward and relaxed my anus. Someone came in while I was passing my first 2 chunks of poop. The person burped and then started to pee (I assume at the urinals I couldn't see). When they flush I pushed out the 3rd chunk of crap and it plopped but was not heard because of the loud flushing. That guy left then only 10 seconds later 2 guys came in. I was finished pooping and decided to wipe with the paper hard TP that they supply, I stood up and dropped it on the floor but for some reason I didn't pick it up. I pulled my pants and underw! ear up and flushed (not flushing can sometimes show an image of immaturity so I decided to flush it and play it safe). I unlocked the door and walked out and the guy standing around looked at me and I walked over at the sink and washed my hands then went over and got some paper towels and dryed my hands, then I walked out. It felt good letting all the out because I was really starting to get some sharp pains in the lunch room.

Well that's all for now. See ya.


Ellie & Little Lou
Hi!

Some of you on this forum may remember us. We used to post here, using our brother Kev's computer. Unfortunately, his behaviour meant that Mum sent him to London to stay with our grandparents until there was evidence of an improvement. He took the computer with him, leaving us unable to post, but now, Kev and the computer are back!

For all you guys who are new here and don't remember us, I'm 14, and my little sister Lou is 9. Us, and our brother Kev (nearly 16), enjoy going to the toilet together, and we often pee outdoors together. Since our Auntie's death, our 5 year old cousin Courtney has been living with us too, and she joins in the fun. Me, courtney & Little Lou can all pee standing up.

LAWN DOGS KID:

Lawn Dogs was on on BBC 2 lastnight. We saw when the little girl peed over the car windscreen. Me, Little Lou & Courtney tried that this morning on a car that has been dumped in the woods. We took it in turns, while the other 2 sat inside and watched. It's a good job we were all wearing skirts cos the pee goes down the back of your legs!

Well, bye for now. Its great to be back, love Ellie & little Lou xxx


To Adam from England. Assuming you don't LIKE these little turds in your pants I would suggets two things to you: firstly don't use a urinal when you pee; go to a proper toilet (I know so many guys who've shit their pants totally because they were using a urinal with no urge to shit at all but it followed through before they could stop it; go to a proper toilet and sit down just in case. Secondly simply wear your shirt OUTSIDE your pants; tough if the ladies (or guys) you're trying to show off your pants' waistband to can't see it; better that than they see a shitty shirt!!


wayne
for those who like pee scenes in movies there is an australian film called a fist full of flies that has two pee scenes the first is where the daughter wets her panties and you see it running down her legs.
the second is at the end where the mother squats down by the side of the road and you get to see her from a distance.......


kim and scott
hello all!
TO LEO-hello there. fellow new jerseyan
TO NICHOLAS.HIKER,tony,DONNA,austin, AND OUTHOUSE SCOTT-I love your stories. keep em up!
TO INQUISIOR-hello. carmalita signed off for the moment because she is getting married soon and moving to another place. hopefully she will be back one day.
TO LAWN DOGS KID-hello.scott and I are your friends and so are many others on this board. dont feel like your all alone ok?
TO BUZZY-hello there. sorry to be away for so long but I am back. love your posts as always.
TO JOHN (VT)-hello there. recently I did what you suggested. I got up out of bed early one morning, wiggled into my spandex and exercised in my basement for two hours. after the workout I had two enormous bowls of total cereal, a cereal loaded in fiber. and just after I finished these two enormous bowls I had to have a huge,solid motion so I went upstairs to my bathroom. took my spandex off and sat my bare ass on the bowl and quickly pushed out a log that was 18 inches long. almost 4 inches thick. how about that JOHN? I hope you are happy with my performance. PLUS the very next day at night I sat on the toilet nude,crossing my legs as I was blow drying my long blond hair. I tossed my head back and closed my eyes,relishing the blow dry and the enormous log coming out of my ever expanding quivering pink butt-cheeks!then soon my whole body shuddered as I exploded a massive,horse sized bowel movement into the bowl. I looked down to see an enormous ,brown log in there.half of ! my log was in the bowl hole and the other half went all the way up to the surface of the water with the huge log head bobbing up and down like a top! I measured my log at 20 inches long. 3.5 inches thick. I left the log in there unflushed since my boyfriend scott was picking me up for a date soon and just loves to see my gigantic logs in the bowl like this!scott gets really aroused by seeing my enormous logs!haha.well be well all. love all your posts!



Monday, August 27, 2001


Althea
Hey you guys. I am regular. My bowel movements are huge like when I was a kid. I have been taking psyllium and bentonite. Bentonite is volcanic ash in water. It can be bought at a health food store. Both leech onto the intestine walls and form fiber. I have been evacuating foot longs and 4 and 5 inchers. They are firm and knobbly. I used to make these in 3rd grade. I am half thru with the bentonite. I will tell you what happens after.

Shanice: Sorry you got caught short.

Crystal: When I was 9, my parents went to the theater and left me at a family friend's house with their daughter. I ate dinner before at my house. My friend, Janette and I were lounging in our underwear when I felt the big urge. My friend accompanied me to the toilet. She said she had to pee. I let her. She lowered her yellow panties to her knees and urinated for 10 seconds. She wiped the underside of her vagina. She did not flush. She then pulled up her panties as I sat. I was wearing a white slip and white panties. With the slip bunched around my waist and panties to my ankles, I grunted. Baked potato sized pieces of doo-doo hit the water. There were four of them. Two of them exploded out with force. My friend was perched on her bathtub edge. We were talking and giggling. We even were comparing our bodies. Janette said she could not make #2 in school, unless it was a must. I told her I could not at all yet. As I was reeling off paper, her mom called for the both of us. W! e told her where we were and she was satisfied.

Plunging plop guy: I always use white toilet paper. Colored has irritating dyes.

Becky: Cruel, what happened to you.


Babe E.
Crystal -
Was the sleeping bag accident the only one you had or cried about? I had a few wetting accidents in grade school (kindergarten & first grade) in front of other kids and was so embarassed I cried too. I also was sick once and had a real soft poo (almost like the runs) in my pants in school too, that was really embarassing. I didn't want to go back to school after that; took my mom about a week to talk me into it. Also, a couple of other kids had accidents, too which kinda made me feel better knowing I wasn't the only one. Any of these ever happen to you?
Babe E.


Purple Pooper
Hey Red pooper!

It makes my poop purple, but then I eat several servings of beets, with the intention of having purple poop! I think it's cool, I've been doing it since I was little.


Lori
Brenda, I felt so bad for you when i saw your post.

I am in my late 20's and i've had them off and on since i was fourteen and i know how painfull they can be especially during a good solid poop

Well like i said when i was around 14 or so i felt something on my asshole when i wiped it felt like a little hard bump but it didn't hurt it was just very anoying but within a week it got bigger and i could even feel it when i farted, and soon after that it started to be very painfull when i shit.

I am glad that you are close with your mom and that she could help you like she did,but with me their was no way i could bend over and spread em infront of her it would have veen just too weird for me,so thank goodness for my sister Mindy,we were and still are very close and back then we shared the same room and saw each other naked just about every day so when i asked her to look for me she said sure no problem and i just droped my drawers bent over and she had a look at my sore little pooper and she says wow you've got like a couple of big bumps that look like pimples on both sides of your poop hole and i even remember her saying jokeingly to me don't fart and stuff like that and she told me i better get some stuff called preperation H which i did and that helped alot and thats what i use whenever i need to.

I did have my doctor take a look at them once when they were hurting so bad that i was afraid to shit but she said just to keep using the same stuff and thats what i do.


Kanga
One movie I know of with a good female piss scene is Outside Ozona. You can see her from the waist up and can hear her spray. You also see her wrap toilet paper around her hand to wipe her vagina (?). She's talking to her sister almost the whole time. One thing that takes away from this scene is that they both get murdered a little later. Do any of you other ladies out there wipe your vagina with paper wrapped around your four fingers? I know I don't. I always bunch it in my hands and dab all the moisture away. happy eliminations everyone

-kanga


Bryian
I was online last night talking to some online friends and i got a small urge and then it got really strong and i had to go poop. I must have laid a 10" log and then a bunch of smaller pieces on top. The log was the hardest and the rest of the smaller pieces were a bit softer. I must have been in the bathroom a good 10 to 15 minutes. Then i came back and talked somemore and then i went to bed and i decided to give my self a suppository cause i felt like there was alot of shit still up me. It worked a bit and i did feel better.....Then this morning i get up and get ready for work and i had to shit and then i got in the shower then i got dressed and i got online for 10 minutes and then i had to poop again. It was much softer then last night. I haven't been since this morning

To Red Pooper: I have heard that eating beets will turn your poop red. I never have had it happened to me. I'm not sure about eating red meat if it will turn your poop red. I do eat alot of red meat and my poop has never been red.


Neo Romeo
Movie Poop Fan.

I saw Jay and Silent Bob. There is a GREAT girl fart scene in it. The girl is very cute. They spoof the movie "Entrapment". She has to get by the laser beams by doing gymnastic type moves. When she finishes, she wrinkles up her cute little nose and looks to be pushing out a mean one. And the sound is perfect. I love actresses doing toilet scenes now. Mostly because they were never to be seen before. Now it seems common. What I want to know is, is in the script that way? I'd love to be in the room when an actress reads her script, and it says "Enter bathroom scene, with main charatcer (you) sitting on the toilet with pants down". It's gotta be weird right???


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Sunday, December 2, 2012

Myka Mika


Hi guys,
One question:
Anyone washed their butthole and wiped after a nice wet poo or wateva instead of wiping it straight away?
Well, i always washed my butthole when i finished pooping and then wiped. I can tell that's much more nicer and cleaner. You wont find the brown stain on the TP if u washed ur butthole. But u may need alot of TP to clean off the wet bum and some wasted time on washing... PEACE!

Lisa
woman stuck to toilet seat on airplane

Years ago I read about a woman who was stuck to the toilet seat on an airplane because of suction, I think. A male employee of the airline opened the door to the bathroom to see what he could do.

She was eventually unstuck from the toilet. I don't remember the detals since it happened such a long time ago.

The woman was given a lifetime pass to fly for free, but I think she stopped flying after that ordeal.

Keith D
To constipated girl: I don't think there really is such a thing as "normal" when it comes to pooping. For much of my life, I too only pooped once or twice a week. I now go most days. I don't think it means that anything is wrong with you. I too had to strain a lot to get it out and still do need to strain a bit with my daily regular ones. I find that I cannot go until I get a good strong urge. And if that urge only comes every few days, then so be it.

To Sierra: Way to beat a traffic violation! You even got an official apology to boot! Very brave thing to do...

To Veronika: Yes, pooping with company is certainly a different experience. I guess the first time I shared it with someone was the time I described back on page 1600. A few years ago I had a girlfriend who I had a few shared experiences with. She was a nurse so I guess toilet related things were something she dealt with on a daily basis and she was fairly open about them. I haven't really talked about these adventures on this forum before because they are something that was very intimate and very special to me. But I guess I must finally be running out of experiences to write about! And seeing as I've been asked so nicely...

Although I seem to have always had an interest in this topic, I've never really been able to bring it up with someone in person. But one day my (now ex-) girlfriend was over at my place and while she was getting us a snack in the kitchen, I discretely slipped into the toilet for a long awaited poop I had been holding onto for a few days. She'd been staying a few nights and I was afraid to make a smell or anything when she was around. I had been sitting there with my pants down round my ankles pushing quietly for a few minutes and hadn't made much progressat all. Apparently I'd held it for too long. Then suddenly she burst through the door, taking me by surprise. She had a bowl with a new flavour of icecream she wanted me to try. I was totally shocked and surprised. She wasn't deterred. She forced her way in and started spooning out icecream to me, still holding the bowl. It's a weird experience having something go in one end while something is pushing out the other. When she was done she started looking down between my legs and asking lots of questions and why I was taking so long and when I'd be done. She left telling me to "Hurry up! I really need to shit." After that I had real trouble concentrating. I couldn't believe how matter-of-fact she was about the whole thing. Or how interested she was in what I was doing. I sat fumbling with the toilet paper. I only managed to get a few hard balls of poop out, with little "plips" into the water. I gave up, flushed and went to help out in the kitchen.

My girlfriend headed straight for the bathroom. I would have loved to have busted in on her like she did to me but was a bit shy. After a while I realised that she was taking a long time in there. I finally decided to take a peek. She was was sitting leaning forward, reading a novel. She looked up over the pages and smiled at me. "I thought you'd never get here..." She put the book aside and looked up at me with her big brown eyes as I just stood there in the doorway. Pressing her knees together, she rocked her butt backwards and forwards a little and closed her eyes. There were a few plip-plips falling into the water below. She opened her eyes and looked directly at me again. Then shepulled off a lot of toilet paper and bunched it up into really tight wads and reached around and wiped from behind. As she moved about on the seat I could see that to toilet bowl was full to the waterline with wadded paper interspersed with little almond-shaped nuggets. She'd obviously been having quite a session before I got there. I didn't notice any smell at all. She lent forward and I bent down and kissed her lips gently. It suddenly felt a bit wierd there in the toilet. She must have felt it too and started giggling. I pushed the button behind her while she was still sitting and the flush gave her a surprise and she squealed and we both burst out laughing.

But since then we were able to share our toilet time together. She suffered terrible bouts of constipation and I would often go into the toilet and stay with her for hours. She didn't like to push and preferred to just sit for however long it took for nature to take its course. She would get really frustrated and upset. I would just try and comfort her. Sometimes she would sit and read to me from her novel. Sometimes I would just sit down on the cold tiled floor right beside her while she sat on the toilet seat. I would sometimes just rest my head against her bare thigh and we would talk for hours. Or drift into sleep!

For some reason those were some really intimate moments, when you feel like you are sharing everything and can talk about anything or nothing at all. Veronika, have you ever had a shared experience? It takes a very special kind of relationship before you can share all that with someone.

I agree that using deodorisers to mask the smell of poop is a bit of a waste of time. It still smells like shit, just with something else on top. My bathroom has an open window and a great extraction fan. If you start the fan just as you go in, the smell disappears almost as quickly as it appears. But I don't always use it. Sometimes I just need to be able to take in the full experience.

To Matt and Sita: I personally find that squat toilets make it much easier for me to get my poop out. It's not easy to try and squat on a western style toilet though. If you try and squat with your feet on top of the seat (I have when a few times in particularly dirty public toilets), I find that it keeps your feet too close together and that makes it hard to get the poop out. Not to mention that the balancing act is distracting. Proper asian-style squat toilets work better because you squat with your feet wide apart and it helps open up your hole. And yes it does make cleaning easier too!

Speaking of squatting, I had a good outdoors squat earlier today. I was hiking on a short trail in a National Park when the urge came on strong, really banging on the backdoor. It felt fairly soft so it wasn't uncomfortable and I didn't think I'd have too much trouble getting it out. I didn't have a long trek until I got back to my car and I could have held it until I got home but I don't mind an outdoors poop as long as I can have my privacy. I was looking for a good spot along the trail but was walking more and more slowly. The nose of the poop was pushing against my ring, moving back and forth and really massaging the inner sphincter. I wasn't clenching very hard as I didn't want to compact it back in or lose the urge. But I was almost letting it move too far. Every now and then I let a little gas escape and I hoped that I didn't pass anyone else on the trail as it was getting a bit stinky. Finally I left the trail at a clearing and headed towards the deeper brush well away from anywhere anyone would be walking. I found a huge boulder sticking up from the ground that gave good cover.

Looking around one last time to ensure I was well-concealed, I downed trousers and briefs to my knees. Suddenly realising how exposed I was, I quickly squatted down out of sight. I repositioned my feet wide apart to keep from making a mess. A gentle cool breeze passed right between my legs, tickling all the little hairs. Squatting right down it feels like your butthole is poking right out. I could feel the weight of poop on top of it and started to push gently. My ring pushed up and down but didn't start to open. It wouldn't be as easy as I thought. A bit more pushing and I was soon gripping my knees with my hands and my face felt hot and I'm sure I was turning bright red. My breath was catching in my throat. I relaxed a little and looked up. From my position I could see down a valley and over some trees. The river below was mostly hidden by trees but in parts I could see little flashes of the water sparkling. A poo with a view! Finally after a minute more the head of the poop started crowning. It was slow and my hole only opened a little but I could feel the muscular ring really stretching on the inside. The poop was solid but felt smooth. Pushing hard, my ring finally gave way and expanded right out and the log shot down surprisingly quickly. At that point I realised that it must have touched the ground while still in one piece. I suddenly felt resistance as the log pushed against the ground, almost like it was trying to push back up inside of me and was pushing up against my intestines. I lifted my butt slightly and to let more out and felt it drop. I shifted my feet to make sure it didn't get my boots. The tail of the single log fell forwards and my hole closed to signal I was finished. I sat a minute more, sensing my ring expanding and contracting and settling itself after its ordeal.

A crashing in the bushes to my right startled me. A dark shape flashed through the undergrowth. At first I thought it might be a dog. A lot of people brought their dogs to this park for a run although it's technically illegal. And if it was a dog then its owner might be nearby. But then I saw that it had a long tail so it was some form of local wildlife or other. The breeze picked up and whipped around under me, cooling my now burning ring. I realised then that there was no smell, at least not in the direction my nose was pointing. There was nothing to wipe with. Actually, the only thing in sight was a pine cone and I chuckled to myself at the thought of that. But I wasn't worried as the nice low open squatting position would mean there would be very little mess on my cheeks or crack. So I stood, made sure the coast was clear, pulled up my pants and wandered slowly back to the track feeling much lighter and somewhat elated. I glanced at the log as I left. It was about 14 inches long, 2 wide and fairly even, with a short tapering tail. It had a very smooth soft texture and was curling slightly.

pooja
Sita, I'm indian too! haha, when i was a kid i was on a train from delhi to ... somewhere i forget now, and we were in the first class compartment where they had indian style toilets. In the second and third class cabins they had western style. I remember I needed to go but was too scared i'd fall through the hole and out the train... haah. so my grandfather had to take me back to the second class cabin to use the toilet. now i don't mind indian toilets

stephanie
Jeff- those are all interesting stories if you got others keep them coming

theonewhoshallnotbenamed
okay my medical issues are getting worse.

In the past couple of days I have had wetting accidents less then an inch from the toilet (I use a toileting schedule of going every 45 minutes). I now have absolutely no chance of getting to the bathroom to pee, I constantly leak. At work I wear an alarm so I make it to the bathroom but my underwear is getting wetter and wetter and soon may be notible by my cohorts. the EHN where i work knows I am incontinent but incontinence garments (beside small pads) are not allowable, and I do not do well with catheters (foley or texas style).

On another note I have IBS and I have been alternating frequently and a few times when I was D did not make it to the bathroom. Luckily I was either just waking in the morning or in my car so I could just clean up and put on different clothes. This is really starting to piss me off too.

So to simplify my post. I have lost control of pee and poop and no one allows me to wear diapers.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Karen

Hi everyone, sorry I haven't written sooner. Just been quite busy with a lot of different projects. Wow, its been a couple of weeks since my lovely sister Kathy and her friend and now my real good friend Sue left and went back home to Colorado. I really have to admit that it was totally a lot of fun to do all of our poops that week sharing the bathroom and pooping with company. I really hope that everyone who saw our posts really enjoyed them.

We even talked about a July 4th get together where we can meet somewhere in between St Louis, Chicago, Minnesota. Arriving on the 3rd and leaving on the 6th to come back home. Sue said she would check out the cities to see what might be best with them catching flights as well as me catching one here in Michigan. And then being able to depart from that city at close and approximate times together. I think more so for me so I wouldn't have to be alone for a long time waiting my flight back home. So I will keep you informed.

Anyway, I must admit that taking that first shit after they were gone and being alone in the bathroom and sitting on the toilet just reading my magazines was a quiet and lonely experience. And being so different after a week of doing it together really constipated me. They left Sunday afternoon and it wasn't until Wednesday evening that I finally got myself to go. And if you recall, I am a normally very healthy morning pooper. I tried on Monday morning like always before leaving for work. I tried at lunch and I tried Monday evening to no avail. Just some farting would come from my anus. The same for Tuesday and my first two attempts on Wednesday. Come Wednesday evening after eating dinner and really uncomfortable and hurting really bad, I knew that I had to get it all out before I could go to bed. I decided that no matter how long I had to sit there I was going to fill my toilet this evening. So at around 7:00pm after a good dinner and just wearing my comfy t-shirt and a pair of soft cotton workout shorts I grabbed my magazines and into my master bathroom I went. Standing in front of my bathroom mirror I removed my t-shirt and could see how bloated I was. My t???y was also very, very hard. I then lowered my shorts and thong and let them drop right to the floor and stepped out of them. Figuring this was going to be a long sit I wanted to be quite comfortable. I also decided to go back to the kitchen real quick and grabbed a nice glass of iced tea to drink.

I finally sat down and started reading my Kitchen and Bathroom improvement magazines. Something Kath had suggested. Looking for ideas, as I wanted to re-decorate the 2 and a half baths in my house. It again felt like I was not going to be pooping. I mean I was really plugged. I didn't even know if an enema would have helped at this point in time. If I can't get it all out this evening I will take Thursday off from work and go to Walgreen's to purchase a Fleet Enema. Shall we get started.

Immediately upon sitting down I pushed in on my very hard t???y to see if I could get anything going. Straining while I did that did release some small amounts of gas, but nothing like I can normally do. I then leaned way forward with my legs spread and my head almost down between my legs, grabbing my ankles I pushed really hard, again some soft farting. Even that was plugged up inside. After a few minutes I just sat back up and tried to get very relaxed. With my feet very flat on the floor I took a deep breath inhaling and exhaling about three times to get relaxed. I then just started to read my magazines and sip on my iced tea. I kept on breathing that way every few minutes to stay relaxed. I couldn't ever recall a situation like this in my life when I wasn't able to crap a healthy load. Ever since I was 13 or 14 I would shit very healthy and pass long and loud farts. I was hoping that just maybe I could pass enough gas, that somehow it would loosen it all up and just come out. Sitting and reading I continued to rub and push in on the left side of my t???y. Hoping, just hoping. It had now been 20 minutes since I had sat on the commode and I wasn't feeling anything really building, but I wasn't going to give up. All of a sudden I thought about grabbing my mirror and propping my right foot up on the seat, like when my company was here. I wanted to see if my hole was even budging as I pushed and strained. Looking at it, I pushed, I grunted, and I strained to see what was happening. Seemed like it was barely opening even when I would fart. (Sis, where are you when I need you). I knew I needed to get my bowels cleared out tonight. And while viewing my hole I thought why not lube it with vaseline and try that out. Getting up off the toilet for a second I grabbed it. Sitting back down, I rubbed it all over my anal opening which softened it up to where I could even penetrate the inside, which I did. I lubed up inside of my anal canal as far as I could go, pushing and straining as I did. And I still couldn't even feel my poo up there. It had a long way to drop yet. After lubing I got up and walked back to the kitchen and refreshed my iced tea, thinking that walk might help the lubrication work its way further up. Sitting back down I continued to read. About 10 minutes later I heard my bowels and t???y gurgle. Something was finally happening.

It had now been about 35 minutes on the toilet. My butt cheeks were getting quite sore and numb it felt like. I don't think toilet seats are made for long time sitting. Standing up I did some squats and toe touching exercising. Anything to try to get myself moving. It was now time to sit down for the long haul. I don't know what those exercises did but shortly afterward it felt like stuff was breaking loose and moving down. I even released some louder gas, not long amounts however. Taking a deep breath I relaxed myself and continued to read. I was now on my second magazine, as I had grabbed all four that I had bought. My t???y was now really starting to hurt. I don't know if that was good or bad and it was starting to gurgle more and louder as well. But when I was doing poo pushing to try and get it out. It didn't seem like it wanted to budge yet. I really think that a real good farting session needed to take place and hopefully it would. It was now 7:50pm and I all of a sudden was now feeling pressure in my bowels more so then anytime in the last three days. I told myself to stay relaxed, keep reading and just sip my iced tea. I definitely knew something was happening as my anal canal and intestines were feeling the pressure. I was now positive that I was going to poo tonight. While reading I gave a slight push and felt my anus open up a bit and all of a sudden BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPP, a good solid fart finally made its way out. I again felt a bit better and could tell things were breaking loose. Another push allowed me to BBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, three good solid farts. My kind of farting that is normal for me whenever I start to work on a bowel movement. I was very relaxed and wanted to stay that way. So, I just kept reading throughout my farting session. I would put the magazine down when I knew the time was ready. BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPP, BBBBBBBRRRRRRMMMPPP. An hour had now passed, I had some very sore butt cheeks. I wanted to get another glass of iced tea, so I thought getting up and walking back into the kitchen for one final re-fill would help loosen up a poo session as well as helping my butt cheeks. And while I was in my kitchen getting my re-fill the phone rings and it was my friend calling to see how things were going. And this was a friend that can really talk for long periods. Knowing that I wanted to get back to the toilet. I was upfront and honest, telling her that I have not had a bowel movement for three days and was heading for the bathroom, I hoped would get her off the phone. I didn't tell her how long I had already been sitting in there. But I promised to call her back afterward. Even though I had no idea how long I would be in there if I started to go. She told me she would be up late anyway. Hanging up I walked back to the bathroom and immediately upon sitting down I let out a very loud and long fart. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, one very good long one. I was definitely going to go this evening. Starting to read again, the pain was now coming unbearable. I thought now might be the best time to start working on my crap. Putting the magazine aside I grabbed the mirror again and propped my foot up on the seat to view my anus. Pushing I started to fart pretty good. BBBBBRRRRMMMMMPPP,BBBBBRRRRRMMMPP,BBBBBBBBRRRRRMMMMMPPPPP,BBBBBBBBBRRRMMMMP. Now I could also see that my anus was spreading more then before. I also rubbed some more vaseline around the outside and up inside. I knew that it could only help. Looking into my vanity mirror I could see the look of pain and discomfort. Keeping my foot up there I gave a very hard push, grunting and moaning. Straining and pushing. I knew my insides were being forced apart and stretched wide and shit was coming down and through. A last few BBBBRRRRRMPPP,BBBBBBBRRRMMMMPPPP,BBBBBRRRMMMP'S took place. Now it was a matter of letting it reach my opening. Putting my foot to the floor for a few minutes to rest it. I also took a few sips of my iced tea. And with no further pushing, straining, and grunting just naturally let my system take over and let it work it down to the opening. It was now and hour and fifteen minutes of working it out. Finally the time had come as the pressure reached the exit hole and now needed some of my help. Placing my foot up again and the mirror in place I pushed and pushed harder, and even harder. But I could feel it wanting out. And then it happened I was opening very painful as it was a very hard, compacted, and thick piece of poo trying to squeeze through. I knew that it was not going to be easy to get it out. Resting a bit in between pushes to relax the sphincter muscle I continued my journey to relief. With the next push I waited until it was about three inches out. It was very wide and looking like it was going to get wider yet. Another deep breath and I worked it out about three more inches. I also could tell that it was very heavy. Watching it I again pushed and it was getting thicker, but I couldn't let up. I pushed really hard this time . It was now hanging from me and easily 12 inches in length. With one more good push about three more inched came out and KERPLUNKED into my toilet with a splash. That wouldn't have happened if I had been sitting normal. I definitely had to rest at that point, but there was more and my sphincter muscle was really spasming so I sat and relaxed and caught my breath. And downed my glass of iced tea. I also took one more trip to the kitchen for some iced water this time. Even though I could feel shit right inside my anus wanting out. Getting back I sat down took a sip of water and propped my foot back up. With the mirror in place I pushed and here came another long thick hard one. I was pushing just as hard to move this one and maybe harder. It also was thicker right from the get go. Again my muscle was hurting being so overstretched and overworked. We were at 3 inches, 6 inches, 9 inches and at about 12 inches it also KERPLUNKED into the toilet bowl with a splash. And with that came a big BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPP, BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPP. I right away felt the next piece of my shit coming as much as my bottom was hurting I wasn't going to stop this piece from coming through. 3, 6, 9, 12 inches and KERPLUNK. All together that was about 39 inches of hard massive poo that had come out of me. My t???Y really gurgled then. And within seconds I had to push and oh my a real nice load of soft mushy soft serv. And what a mind blowing load. Not quite diarrhea but close. Again FFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPP, PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT, FFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPP, FFFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPP, PPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLGGGGGGGGGHHHHH, PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLGGGGGGGGGGHHH. I was now being the real Karen. My type of normal shitting session was now taking place. Looking into the bowl the long thick pieces were still sticking up out of the water with soft serv all around it. I knew that I was not going to flush it down without breaking it up. This was definitely a toilet plugger. But hold on, FFFFFFFFLLLLLLLMMMMMMMPPPPP,FFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH,PPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLGGGGGGGGHHHHHH,,FFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPP. Another load, and then the signal letting me know that I am done. Along loud blast. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. Wiping myself I placed the messy toilet paper temporarily on the floor. I had to get my cleaned out bowel happenings flushed away first. My ass did end up getting quite messy. And it was a total of seven nice wipes. I decided to flush hoping to get a lot of the soft serv down and out, which it did. Using the toilet brush I then started to break up the hard lengthy poo in my bowl. It was very hard and was not breaking easily. Again I flushed some went down. The next flush plugged up my toilet as the water started to rise. Off to my cleaning closet to get the plunger. I wasn't surprised. Plunging away, the water finally went down along with some more poo. There was still poo in the toilet, but I placed the toilet paper in anyway. Bad choice as the water almost rose like it was going to overflow onto the floor. Another plunge was needed. Down it went. One more flush did it all. I also felt very, very good now. I hope never to go through a situation that bad again. I learned a lesson the hard way. I also promised myself that I would always have at least two Fleet Enema Kits in my vanity. Well an hour and fifty minutes after I started my work was done. Putting my nightie on, I think upon calling my friend I will tell her the whole story. She will probably enjoy it. Bye for now, hope to write again real soon. And I apologize for it being so long.

Cathleen
Hello everyone! I'm new to this site, not even a lurker but I found it thanks to my eldest daughter. As you can see from my name I'm Cathleen. I live in Florida with my youngest daughter, Rosalyn, who's five and my oldest daughter, Vanessa, is in college at the moment. I'm slim but shorter than I would like to be and 45 and my daughter's are 20 and 5. I know massive age gap but I adopted Rosalyn five years ago. Now I don't actually have a story myself but I have something to relate that my oldest did.
Vanessa has the week off at the moment so I was picking her up from the campus (she has a car but I enjoy the moments we have alone together) So I picked her up from the college campus and she was all smiles and telling me who did what and what her professor did that was hilarious and other whatnot. When we hit the highway she became less talkative but I thought it was because she had run out of things to talk about. She squirmed a little in her seat and I thought she was just adjusting her position turns out I was wrong. She grabbed her stomach and told me it hurt a lot and she thought she would crap herself. I was a little shocked, my daughter a smart girl didn't think to use the toilet before we left (It's a two hour drive). I told her not to worry if she did, and I grabbed some newspaper from the backseat and told her to sit on it. She groaned some more and I knew she was fighting a losing battle. She asked me if I would be mad at her if she did crap herself and I told her no, it's natural, but she should plan further ahead next time. She chuckled and said too late. (At the time she was wearing brown sweatpants and a green tank-top). She pulled her sweatpants off and I saw that she was wearing a striped white and orange panties. She lifted her butt off the seat a little and I saw the bulge forming. I opened the windows (We were off the highway already and probably 30 minutes from the house). The bulge was massive about the size of a grapefruit and half of another. When she sat down again I just looked at her and she had a half-smile on her face. Then she started talking non-stop again and I just wondered how she could be so nonchalant about the crap in her panties. When we pulled into the driveway I told her to wait in the car so that I could pay the babysitter and she wouldn't be seen. When the sitter left she got out of the car in only her panties, her pants over her shoulder and took her luggage out of the car. I asked her how she could be so nonchalant and she confessed that she had filled her panties when it was more practical, "Rather the mess then the pain," she said. She also filled her panties when she was studying by herself in the library or in her dorm room. I asked her how it felt my mouth agape and slightly shocked and she said it actually felt kind of nice, the poo just flattened against her butt. She said I should try it some time. She dumped her panties out in the backyard and asked me if she could use the washing machine, she said she liked this pair of panties. I told her that I would do it because I still am her mother.

And that's my story but…I'm wondering if I should try her method of…convenience accidents

constipated girl
ok, so I got to take my load.

I sat on the toilet feeling a strong urge to let out a wide turd. I felt the poop coming out, but then nothing happened.

It was kinda stuck there. So I strained for a little while to get things moving, and i could hear this hard, dry, turd crackling out of me.

it hurt more towards the middle of the turd, but then, things became easier.

after about a minutes and a half, the turd dropped into the bowl, with a splash. then I pooped out a few more hard nuggets.

i wiped, even though it wasn't needed, because my poop was so dry.

Graham
I think it was Brenda 2 or 3 weeks ago who suffered the indignity of having two boisterous little boys in the next stall while she was trying her best to perform her BM as she put it. It so happens that I also had an experience with kids just this week. I was already seated in my stall, and was looking forward to a very enjoyable shit. I had decided that I would give it a push to get it started since it didn't seem to be too enthusiastic about coming out on its own, even though it had been trying quite hard to open my ring just ten or fifteen minutes before.

Now when I push, particularly if I have to push a little firmly, I like to have my ass close to the front of the bowl and my knees well bent and well apart so my feet are actually back by the side of the bowl. I like to lean back, grab the back of the bowl and rest my weight on my hands.

Most times I close my eyes so I can get the maximum enjoyment from my shitting session. I had just started my performance when I heard another guy come in with presumably his two daughters. I heard him say "Julie, go on, sweetheart, use that one there, I'll wash my hands and I'll be there in a bit....go on now before you poop in your panties." "Mandy....just make sure she's OK till I've finished here". I opened my eyes at the disturbance as I heard Julie come into the next stall, and under the partitions, which like Brenda, I realized were remarkably high off the floor, I saw her stand in front of the bowl and her little panties appeared around her feet and then she hopped up onto the bowl. I could still see her feet and her panties although she couldn't reach the floor.

I closed my eyes again and started pushing very gently. I could now hear Julie grunting softly and the faucet still running where her dad was still washing his hands. My pushing was being rewarded as I felt my asshole opening and the nose of a nice firm turd began to emerge. Having got the nose out, things were feeling very nice as my turd was now moving, albeit very slowly, all on its own. But something, I have no idea what, made me open my eyes, and when I did I was startled to see Mandy almost pressed up against the door post separating Julie's stall and my stall and one of her bright blue eyes peering through the rather large gap between the edge of my door and the door post. She was getting a wonderful view of me with my pants around my ankles, my knees wide open, and me leaning back showing everything I had to show. At the same time my turd was hanging out of my asshole and I simply couldn't move. I hadn't even noticed that the faucet was no longer running, but I heard her father say, "Mandy...get away from there...that's none of your business" and he appeared beside her and dragged her away, but not before looking through the same gap himself.

They both disappeared into Julies stall and I heard her exclaim happily, "Daddy I done big big poopy" and she hopped off the toilet. At that time, my turd dropped with a big plop and it was time to wipe. By what I saw of Mandy she was probably 7 or 8 and I'm guessing her sister was probably about 5 or 6. Either way it was still very disarming having first a little girl looking me over when I'm in such a vulnerable predicament on the toilet and then to have her dad do exactly the same thing.

I'm with Brenda, when she asks, "Why are there such huge gaps everywhere in public toilets? They really don't provide a full enough sense of privacy in my opinion.

DR
i have a survey for the women;
how many girls here love to fart?
do you love the smell of farts?
how would you feel if your significant other said they were turned on by farts?
has someone ever farted on you? explain.
have you ever farted on someone else?
most of the time when i leave the house, i have to pee shortly afterward, and most times, i go behind a tree...after holdingfor about 3 hours. by then, i am usually desperate. i remember about a week or so ago, i was at the library and accidentally farted, and it was loud! luckily, no one even said anything. that`s usually ho it is in dc, people are very lenient, and don`t usually overreact on such a natural bodily function.

great post, sierra

DBStarman
Heyhey everyone, I've posted on and off for a while. Most of my older posts go back a few years but I'm always hanging around because this site is great. Anyway,the last times I posted were experiences I had seeing another guy take a dump wearing sandals, which as far as I'm concerned is the best. However, it's rare that I see it because I live in the Northeast and the weather is consistently cold.
I have however seen a guy on the toilet wearing sandals, and one of the few times was actually kinda scary. It takes place at the community college I got my degree from. It was a good school, not too large, etc. The particular building I was in had a basement level that had some class rooms and one set of mens/womens rooms that I liked to use for the privacy. The men's room had two urinals and two toilet stalls. One Friday I had just gotten out of class and entered that building to go take a shit and get some reading done. In the building I passed a very muscly asian guy, wearing a baggy great sweat pants, black thong sandals, and a grey sweatshirt. He also had on a blue knit hat, and had a backpack slug over his shoulder. I made note of all that because his outfit didn't really match the fact he had on sandals,but whatever, I had to shit . I went downstairs to the bathroom and hit the stall furthest from the door and got settled. I pushed out two 9inch logs and some pellets and sat there reading. After 10 minutes, the door opened and someone walked in. I heard that familiar slapping that flipflops make, and the guy entered the neighboring stall. After shutting the door, he dropped his backpack to the floor and started lining the seat with paper. I recognized the feet under the divider as the asian guy, so I put my book away so I could watch/listen to this. After lining the seat, my neighbor opened his backpack and got out a CD player and a pair of large headphones. I heard him swapping out a CD, then put the headphones on, and finally turned around and dropped trou. His sweats met his ankles and the seat creaked as he sat down, and he farted too. The fart really stunk, and thanks to some shiny tiles I could see his muscly tan butt too, and what looked like a large tattoo on his thigh/upper torso. The guy then started the CD and I heard some rap song start. Watching his feet under the divider, his toes tensed and a muffled crackle started as he grunted under his breath. The crackle lasted a while and resulted in a flooomphssplsh noise. The guy sighed lightly and then proceeded to repeat the procedure and drop another huge sounding log into the pot. The stink was pretty ripe too, but I didn't really care. It was well worth the show. Anyway, after log two the guy groaned audibly and shuffled his feet and I heard a clattering noise. I could really see what made it, but the he groaned louder and slowly got further and up on his toes, gripping the soles of his sandals with his toes until KERRFLOMMPHH! He dropped a mammoth sounding turd into the bowl and shuffled his feet again raising his toes a but as ANOTHER crackle started and flopped into the very full toilet. My neighbor sighed "ahhh" in relief. I looked down a bit further and noticed that during the last foot shuffle had slid something under the divider unintentionally: a black semi-auto pistol. I suddenly sat up very straight and got very nervous. I had no idea what to do, and a million different scenarios ran through my head. In the background I heard the rap music still playing lightly and my neighbor was still seated. I started to sweat profusely as I started downwards at the floor, his feet and muscular calves, the sweatpants and sandals, and finally the gun. I tapped lightly on the stall wall but he didn't hear it. I decided to get out of there and not risk any trouble so I franticly started wiping my ass. It felt like it took forever, and then I saw neighbor's feet shuffle once again, and heard paper unravelling. He wiped sitting down and took only a few passes before standing and hoisting his sweats. He didn't flush either, kinda odd but I franticly finished my own paper work. He departed first, walking over to the sinks and washing his hands. I then thought "maybe this is legitimate and I'm making too big a deal out of it." I reached down and picked up the gun, then slowly departed the stall. "Excuse me" I said louder then I wanted to, causing the asian guy to look up at my with his dark eyes, "you dropped this." He pulled his headphones down around his neck, and took the pistol from me. He looked at me dead straight in the eyes and we stood there for a good 10 minutes while I became drenched in sweat. Finally I said "listen man I don't care why you have that or whatver, so for what's worth, I, I didn't see nothing." That's all I could say, I was too ???? nervous to say anything else. He held the gun up, and grabbed a paper towel and wiped the grips down, then lifted his shirt revealing his muscular physique and a large dragon tattoo (which I mentioned earlier). He slid the gun into the back of his pants and said "thanks." And walked out of the room, casting a glanceback at me before leaving for good. I turned slowly and noticed the toilet he had used. A heaping pile of waste, several large dark brown logs amidst the used paper. I could no longer take the stink and then took off calmly but very quickly. The whole situation scared the hell out of me but it was cool that I got to watch that guy shit wearing sandals. But given the choice I'd rather not have to deal with that kind of situation ever again.

The other times I watched guys poop with sandals on were far less tense and I could enjoy them a lot more, but hey, I'm still breathing and crapping!
(If anyone else has good posts like this please share!)

Peace out everyone!

CONSTIPATED GIRL
My boyfriend thinks that i'm not healthy because I poop once a week. Sometimes I poop twice a week. I think I am very healthy, because I eat right, and get plenty of excercise.

However, whenever I do have the urge to poop, I have to strain a lot. Sometimes, it takes me two days later after I feel that urge until I finally get it out.

I'm a little nervous, because I know this isn't normal.

ok, I'm going to go to try again, and I'll post back later.

Sita
It very strange we just talk about doing very wet poo because I am just finishing with an upset. I think I also have constipation and diarrhea at same time. This morning I get up and feel not quite OK inside but I ignore it and think it because I haven't done a poo in nearly 4 days. After breakfast I get ready for school and I feel pain inside and it spread very quickly all around inside me and then I feel I need to go poo very badly. I know something wrong because even when I'm constipated I have plenty of warning that I need to go sit on toilet. This time I have to squeeze my bum shut very hard because I'm affrays something will come out. So I stop what I'm doing and go to the toilet very quickly and sit down.

As soon as possible when I sit down I stop squeezing and relax bum hole and straight away huge poo starts trying to come out. I have terrible pain inside and I bend over to try and make pain inside go away. Then I feel bum hole opening and poo trying to come out, but it so huge and it force its way out so fast it hurt my hole and it make me cry out. My mum hear me and open door and ask what's the matter and when she see me she kneel down in front and hold my knees. I'm nearly crying with pain and I tell her my poo hurts and I feel bad. Then my hard poo come out completely and my bum hole makes a huge long wet noise and I feel all like hot water with bits in it shoot out of my hole and make horrible noise. It feel like pain is much less when all that messy poo finished coming out and my mum ask if I feel better. I sit up straight and tell her yes a lot. But she tell me to sit there for a while to make sure it's all out.

Then she go and get some medicine but by the time she get back my insides start hurting again and I know I'm going to do some more poo. I tell her I got some more to come out and my bum hole make another long wet horrible noise and another huge lot of burning water and poo pieces fly out and make a huge splashing sound all over the toilet. I could feel wet poo stuck all over my bum and bits dripping off. The pain go away again and my mum kneel down again and put some medicine in a spoon and I drink it. She tell me to stay on toilet because some more might want to come out and I had to go straight to the shower when I finished. She pulled my panties right down and took them off and she unzipped my skirt and lifted it up over my head and took it away then she took my shirt off. Now you don't get your clothes dirty when you get up she told me.

She tell me to sit there for another ten minutes to see if any more wanted to come. A little bit later I felt small pain inside and I got bad cramps and my bum started straining so hard and for so long it hurt but nothing come out. After ten minutes mum came back and asked if I did any more and I said no. So she turned on the shower and I went in. I didn't even wipe my bum with paper. Mum cleaned the toilet while I was in the shower.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Linda


Linda from Australia here again. When I last posted, I was in a hurry because I had to get to work so I couldn't describe my poos in great detail. Im a bit backed up so Ive been having trouble doing poos lately.

Last week, I went almost 2 days without pooping (I went Mon night and didn't go again until Wed night). I had to go all day Tuesday with a big load stuck inside me. I tried going Tuesday night but nothing came out, not even any farts. Then on Wed morning, I tried again and I could feel the head of a big turd sitting in my anus. I did some farts but the poo wouldn't budge. All day at work, I could feel the logs inside me, slowly moving down. When I got home after work, I went straight to the toilet. I did a wee first and then I started straining. A wide log started coming out and it stretched my anus. It hurt too. It got stuck so I had to push and strain even harder to keep things moving. I was pushing so hard that I screwed up my face and pushed my toes against the floor. After about 10 minutes, I managed to push out a big load but I still had more in me. I tried to get the rest out but it wouldn't move. So I had dinner and waited about an hour. Then I tried again. I squeezed the rest out and it came out easier than the first lot.

A similar thing happened to me this week, I went nearly 2 days without pooping again. I couldn't get all the poo out in one sitting so I had to go back and try again. Even after the second time, I still didn't feel finished. That was on Thursday night this week and then I still had trouble going last night. When I got home from work, I went to the toilet for a poo. It took me about 15 minutes to squeeze out lots of rock hard balls of poo. Yet again, I still had more in me that wouldn't come out. I tried again before bed but I still couldn't get the rest out. I went for a poo this morning and I got a small amount out but there is still more up there. Im getting the urge to go again but Im going to wait for another hour or so.

To Keith D: I mentioned to you in my last post that I don't often get constipated while travelling but I didn't have time to go into details. When I was younger I remember being a bit scared to do poos at friend's houses or when I went on holidays with my folks. I hated taking a long time in the toilet while doing a poo and didn't like going when I knew other people were around (when staying at friend's or relatives houses on holidays). I did get a bit constipated at times while on holidays but never as much as I did when at home. My Dad gets constipated whenever he goes away on holidays, infact I remember a few years ago when they came to stay in Perth (where I live, my folks live in another town). He had been constipated for a few days BEFORE they got to Perth (they had been visiting other relatives). I went to see them at their hotel and he had some suppositories to use. He said he was in desperate need of a poo. He tried one but it didn't work. I saw them the next day and he was still backed up. Three days later, he still hadn't done a poo. Im not sure how much longer he was constipated for.

My Dad told me once that constipation runs on his side of the family and some of my aunts have trouble with it too. I can remember my Dad getting backed up from time to time when I was younger.

To Thunder from Down Under: It sounds like you had a terrible time on the toilet, grunting and groaning to get that huge load out. Were there people in the other toilets? How long did it take to push the logs out?

Zip
Greg-You do seem to have interesting posts. I forgot about your Anti-zip post until Dump Bud mentioned it.

I had to use the restroom in the local park last weekend. 3 stalls, all occupied. The middle stall finally emptied. I enter the stall and see that the screws had been taken out of the partition wall between the 2 stalls. It slid down in its brackets and I could easily see over the top,right into the next stall. There was an older guy who had just pulled up his white briefs, he smiled and said something about the stall wall being down. I replied how it's a great way to get to know your neighbor. He chuckled and pulled up his slacks, while i dropped my briefs and shorts.

mallory
i had my first adult accident this weekend. i'm 23 and short, thin, light brown shoulderength hair, fair skin, glasses. i spent the day at my boyfriend's parents' house for a barbecue. in the mid afternoon i needed to poop but i didn't want to go because there were a lot of people at his house so i didn't want anyone to see me go into the bathroom and take note of it if i took a long time. i'm just one of those people who for whatever reason likes to hide from the world that i actually poop sometimes. anyway, i just held it in and waited until it was time to go home. i was holding it for 2.5 hours without incident, and we had finished dessert so i told my boyfriend i was tired and we should be heading home. about a half an hour later after gathering things and saying goodbyes we were finally on our way. it was about 1 hour and 15 minutes drive to our apartment from his parents house. the first 40 minutes is all in residential and commercial areas and plenty of stores so if i had to go really bad there were several places to stop, but ideally i would like to make it home to go to the bathroom there. after those first 40 mins though the rest of the drive is on the turnpike, and on the turnpike you can't get off without paying a toll, so you don't really want to get off the turnpike anywhere before your exit. so my dilemma was this: we were about 4 miles from getting on the turnpike when the pressure started to intensify, and i farted. i had to poop bad now. i dont know why i didn't say anything, i was stubborn. but i let us get on the turnpike needing to poop extremely bad. i kept telling myself it was only about 35 minutes until we would be home, so if could hold it over 3.5 hours to this point i could make it 35 more minutes. but my bowels did not agree with me. it kept pressing on my butt, trying to force it's way into making a mess in my panties. i was farting uncontrollably every minute or so, but they weren't that loud and the stereo was on so my boyfriend didn't hear them.. i didn't make it very much further. i farted again and a little poop came out, i felt it touch my panties. i whimpered and tears started to stream down my face. my boyfriend paused the music and asked if i was okay and i whined "i'm really sorry i think im gonna poop my pants". no sooner than i said that, i ripped two more farts that came with mooshy globs of poop. it felt hot and sticky in my panties. then the real show started. just out of reflex my stomach tensed up and i raised my butt slightly off the seat and mushy warm poop just came churning out into my panties, kind of fast but at a steady speed. i could hear it crackling and feel the warm stickiness spread across my butt cheeks in all directions, smooshing between my butt and panties. the pungent smell of fresh poop pierced the air, and my boyfriend rolled down some windows. he was white as a ghost and couldn't say a word. i just sat mortified, sobbing like a baby with a hot squishy load in my panties. it wasn't much longer before i thoroughly wet myself as well, to add insult to injury. i couldn't believe what i did. when we got home he sheepishly asked me if i needed anything and i siad i was fine. he went and opened the door and went in the living room, and i walked gingerly inside. by now the wetness on my butt and all over my thighs was cold, and the peed made my jeans cling to my legs. it was very uncomfortable. the squishiness off the poop in my pants as i walked wasn't fun either. when i got into the bathroom i stood there and cried for several minutes. i had no idea where to even start. i finally took of my shoes and socks, and slowly peeled off my jeans. they were soaked and there was a brown stain with some mooshy light brown poo caked around it in the seat. i turned my head and i could see the back of my panties in the mirror. i had on light pink cotton panties with darker pink butterflies on them. now, they entire seat of them was a darker shade of pink from the wetness, with an enormous bulge making them sag a little. the brown stain showed through too. it looked ridiculous. there was poop on my upper thighs too outside of my panties. i stood in the bathtub and carefully took them off. they just had a great big pile of light brown mooshy poo sitting in the crotch and completely covering the seat. i carefully carried it to the toilet and just dropped them completely in and let everything come out in the water, then i pinched the very edge of them to hold on to them while i flushed, and i took them out and dropped them in the garbage. i would see in the mirror that my butt had poop all over it too. i tried cleaning it off with toilet paper first, but it was a disaster, and i just got in the shower. it was gross seeing it all over the bathtub as i rinsed it off of my butt. when i was finally done cleaning myself i got out and put clean underwear on, and my pajamas. i'll tell ya, you don't appreciate a clean, fresh pair of panties as much until you've pooped and peed yourself. after i was dressed i cleaned out the whole tub with bleach. i also cleaned off the toilet. i emtied the waste basket with my soiled panties in them. i went to bed and my boyfriend was alreayd there and asleep. it took forever to fall asleep because i kept thinking about my accident. i was so embarassed.

i hope you liked my story.

cool dude
The girlfriend i had before the one I have right now was super secretive about her bowels. She wouldn't even fart If I was around.Then, one time she fell asleep while we were watching a movie, and she farted. I looked at her, and she was asleep. Then she farted a few more times, the BBBRRRRRRRRRPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!, she copletely shit herself. She suddenly woke up, and ran to the bathroom. I could hear her shitting from the living room!!! I asked I she was OK, and she just told me "don't come in!" After that kind of awkward experience we stopped seeing each other.

Mr. Clogs
Hey folks, it's Mr. Clogs again! Got a quick post to share so here goes.

EARLY Saturday morning, I get up to do my usual trip to the bathroom to pee, I was so tired and out of it, so I was too lazy to walk to take a piss. I grabbed my big cup and used it to pee in. I filled it up to the brim! Lucky for me that was all I could squeeze out at the time. So I put my PJ on and went to sleep.

Hope you enjoyed my quick post, let me know what you think. Keep peeing/pooping into any container you cn find or use.

Have fun,

Mr. Clogs

Danny
We've all heard horror stories about having a sudden attack while on a first date, stuck in traffic or meeting your in-laws for the first time. However, I had one such attack while on my first day at a new job!

I was in a meeting where my new boss introduced me to my new-coworkers (only one of whom I already knew). I started feeling pressure building within a few moments of the meeting starting. The pressure slowly moved from my stomach to my ass and I started feeling like if I relaxed even a little a flood of liquid shit would fill my pants. I clenched my cheeks and forced a smile on my face for another half an hour or so until the meeting was over.

I stood and as casually as I could hurried toward the bathroom. The office is small, so there's two unisex bathrooms. I got to one and it was occupied. I rushed over to the other and it was also occupied. I stood by the door resisting the temptation to put my hand to my ass (like that helps anyway). Finally, the door opened and a woman came out. We smiled at each other and I rushed inside and locked the door.

I got my pants and boxers down and sat and had very loud explosive diarrhea. I sat there for a good ten minutes farting and squirting before I was confident it was safe. I wiped my ass sven or eight times and had to flush the toilet three times before I was sufficiently clean down there.

I washed my hands and left the bathroom, hoping no one had heard my explosions or paid much attention to how long I was in there. No one seemed to.

That was a bad first day! Luckily, my guts have cooperated since.

Danny

The R Man
To Claire:

You asked for it:) Hear is my story:)

When I was al little boy, every time I would need to go poop at the park I go lay down underneath the equitmant and hold it for a while until I just decided to let it go. And out came a big poopy! It felt so good!:)

P.S. Sorry it couldn't be longer.

amy
im 15 incase u didnt read my other post. i get really consipated and dont poop for days. when i finally get the urge to poo i take massive craps that are rock hard, take at least 30 to finsh and they clog the toilet like every time i poop even the school toilet. anyone take massive poops like mine. ill post a story after i take the dump i have been holding in. 

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Wendy

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Wendy

Poop holding dream

To Michelle:
Hi Michelle. I think you and me are very alike with our toilet habits. I've often pood outside and love to hold it untill I'm desperate. Sometimes I hold it a bit too long when I can't get to a toilet, so you can guess the rest. Have you ever done that? I love that but only if no one sees it happen. That is unless it's Kirsty of course.
To Brandon T:
Hi Brandon. I sometimes dream about pooing. The last one I had was a while ago now. I'd been constipated for 3 days and just before I went to bed I ate a load of fruit. I drempt I was at a party in a very large house. I was busting for a poo and there were lots of bathrooms all over the house but none of them felt right for me to use. They were either in use or had too many people close by and I didn't want anyone to know I was having a poo. I found one bathroom at the top of the house in an attic room but the door was stiff and when I tried to open it one of the hinges broke and I didn't want to use too much force in case I did any more damage. I went over to the other side of the attic and found a bucket but I was worried about using it in case anyone came up and saw me taking a huge poo. I went down to the floor below and tried a few bedroom doors but I heard noises coming from the inside so I didn't enter. One door I tried was silent, so I opened it. Inside was a single bed with a door on the other side of the room. I walked across to the door and opened it to find a walk in wardrobed so that was no help; Or so I thought. I was about to close it when I realised there was another door on the other side. I Scrambled through the clothes and opened it. Bingo! A toilet! But there was no water in it and when I looked closer it wasn't even connected up to anything. Oh well no luck there. By now I was getting desperate and didn't have a lot of time to decide on which bathroom to use. I wanted privacy though and the only one that offered that was the one I'd just found. Only it wasn't connected up so it wasn't an option. I walked out of the room and through the bedroom into the hallway. I was about to poo my pants so I just went back to the nearest bathroom and entered. Once inside I closed the door and pulled my jeans and panties down and sat on the toilet. Just as I was about to go I looked up to see 6 people were with me. I had to pull my clothes back up in a hurry and got then all bunched up in the process. I ran out of there still pulling them up and made my way to another bedroom to find it had a very nice en suite. It was like a palace, with marble flooring and walls. The sight of it was heaven but the problem was it was just too posh. It felt wrong having a big messy crap in such a palacial bathroom. I was about to walk out but the pressure in my bowels meant I'd be doing it in my pants and I had to use it......
I woke up at this point and my need to poo wasn't just a dream. I ran to the bathroom holding my bum as the poo pushed it's way towards the back of my panties. By the time I got to the toilet I had about 3 inches of semi solid poo in my pants. I quickly pulled them down, sat on the toilet and relaxed. It was loose and came out quickly, and the relief was absolute heaven. It was almost like I was still dreaming and I had to pinch myself to make sure I was awake because if I wasn't I'd be filling my panties!




Lauren


Hi Lauren

Thank you for intruducing yourslef on this site. I would love to hear more pee stories. Peeing stories are my favourite

Thanks in advance

Dave




Upstate Dave

My Working Vacation Day 12 Painting Part 7

Brandon T you asked who was the first girl that I had seen pee was the little red haired girl that lived across the road from me. Her name was Louise. She was the closest to my age at this time and I and her became friends and playmates and always would be together. We would have a strong friendship from before we started school and to the day when I moved away which was for close to four years.

Now Brandon we lived in a very small town back in the mid late 1950s. It was a country town too. Our house on three sides was boardered by farm fields. That was my playground along with Louise. Especailly when the hay had grown where it was taller then us! There she and I would play hide and seek or duck duck goose in the high hay.

Well there was one day we were playing out in the hay field together. We both had to pee and quite badly! Niether one of us wouyld not be able to go home to pee. So we agreed to go right there in the field together. Luise did say to me not to look at her this first time. So we both sqauted down back to back and peed! We both did har each other going which we both laughed .

When we had finished we both had stood up but yet had pulled our shorts up. Whatwe did was that we looked at the ground to see how much we had peed! That' when we saw each other! I remember Louise staring at me and I her for several long moments. Thenwe both smiled and then laughed some too. Then we both yanked up our underware and shorts!

Then we went back to our playing. When we were one playing I walked Luise home. As we came out of the tall hay Luise said she had a lot of fun! Then she also told me she really liked peeing with me! I told her I did too! So we both sinced we had liked doing it so much we from that time on would pee together outside when ever we had to go! The seond time we did pee together in the field again we did face each other when we did pee! It was always like that form that second time on!

Ok let me go one with my posting now. Jill and I had gone over to the school playground. We had drank a bottle of soda along with a something to snack on. We talked some too as we swung on the swings for awhile also. The talk was about our painting and Jill mentioned about when it was finished about what we would get paid for doing it. I assured Jill we would get paid and we would wind up getting a good amount. My grandmother always did pay well for well done work.

We could had stayed longer at the school but since I knew to get finished tomorrow I would have to be up early. I told Jill this which she agreed we should leave. But before we do go I have to take one more piss Dave! Jillo said to me laughing lightly. So I smiled and said ok back to Jill. I also said; How bout over behind the firehouse? (Which was rightnext to the playgrounds right side and a short walk too!)

So that's where Jill and I walked quickly over to o that she could piss! I would also wind up pissing also. As soon as we had walked past the left back corner of the firehouse Jill stopped walking. Jill pulled her shorts right down as she sqauted down. Jill had her shorts at just above her knees. In a few short seconds that's all it took her to start pissing!

I saw a thin angled outward and downward steram of piss shoot out from Jills vaginas slit. It let of a nice steady hiss as soon as Jill started to piss! Jill too let out a soft sight sigh right after she had started pissing. Her stream itself was thin with a short thin twist. Where her piss had struck the ground there was hard packed dirt only. So at first her piss turned the brown dirt dark brown.

I stood there watching Jill piss with my arms folded. Now with the hard packed dirt after several seconds time haveing passed Jill had pisse enough her piss wasn't soaking into the dirt. A thin piss puddle had formed only being a small one. Now having this thin piss puddle her flowing piss was splashing in the thin puffle adding the splashing dound along with her piss streams hissing.

Jill I would have to say pissed about close to twenty seconds before she had her stream ease right off,then did a couple of wak shorts psurts , and last did some driping for several long seconds too. Jill grabbed her shorts and pulled them right up as she stood up. Took a sngle step forward and turned right around. She looked down and saw her piss puddle which was slowly shrinking in size as her piss now was soaking into the dirt.

Then Jill said; Even made a small puddle too! How bout that! Then Jill said to me; You going to go too before we leave? I told Jill I was so she stepped aside to let me stand where she was standing. I stepped takeing her place. As I moved I had pulled my zipper down on my shorts. I had my fingers inside of it when I stood still. I pulled my penis right out and I aimed it at the back brick wall of the firehouse! Jill seeing where I was aimed let out a giggle.

I started to piss right after I had aimed my penis at the firehouses brick wall! My stream wasn't all that strong so it didn't hit the wall all that hard. Its impact only made a small splash hiting the bricks. So even with the small splashing of my piss on the bricks I did have multiple piss trails still that ran down the wall to the ground. They were justreal close to each other.

Now having drank that bottle of soda I thought I would have pissed a lot more then I did. My piss this time was on the short side. I in bout ten seconds or so I had stopped pissing. But I could feel that I could do some spurts of piss to finish off with. So I did do some spurts which the four I managed to do were all short ones too. Then I was done. Jill did enjoy my piss anway. She did giggle each time I sent a spurt out and hit the wall when I did do my four spurts in a row to finish.

I slipped my penis back inside my shorts and zipped them up. Jill and I turned and started heading over to our bikes. On the walk over Jill told me she would see me first thing in the morning. I will be over early! Make sure you are ready too! I laughed and told her that she didn't have to worry about me! I'll be up and waiting for you!

Jill then told me she would be ready also. Just make sure that you have plenty to drink! I'm makeing sure that I am! Now I laughed harder! Jill had let me know what she wanted to do besides paint! I said ok to that too. We had reached our bikes now so we got on them. Jill took off rideing fast which she cut through the Doucher's side yard to her house. So that left me t head right home to my grandmothers instead of with Jill. So I did ride directy over to my grandmothers house. To be continuied.




Gabriel (Tizzy)
Abbie: Leanne you too,

I love reading your stories about how you burst to go for a poo i like the way you express yourself how you do it please i would like to read more about your poos its soo interesting.
Leanne you are amazing how you was talking about your pooing too when you was surfing the net. I would also like to here more of your stories too

Gabriel



whizzer

someone asked about constipation stories several days ago and i have one. I am a diabetic and i take medication that causes my poop to be hard most of the time. When i wipe it takes only a few sheets of TP.

Also i do not go every day which is normal for me. Several years ago i had my gall Bladder taken out and when i woke up I could not pee. The nurse(female) thought it was because she was in the room, that was not it. I was totally cleaned out and just could not pee. she let me go to the toilet, i squatted and pulled the gown up and finally relaxed enough to go.

As to the constipation my doctor gave me pain meds, but it started stopping me up and I quit the meds the next day!!




Zip

Beach Bathrooms

I've been in Hawaii for the past few days, staying across the street from the beach. The public restroom across the street from me has a very small men's room, just barely enough room for a toilet, sink and urinal. I took a dump there once, and just had one guy walk in on me and then back out when he saw me on the can. I'm feeling a bit of an urge to dump coming on right now, so I may head up the road a bit and unload in the other restroom that also has 3 doorless stalls. One is right as you come in, and is large, with the toilet on the other side of the stall. The other 2 are next to the urinal. Maybe I'll have a dump buddy in this one.




MaryKate

It's been a while!

Hey all, I used to post way back in 2008 about some of my experiences at college. I'm all grown up now hehe, and reading some of AmyLee's posts about pooping at the office has inspired me to begin posting again. I don't really know why I stopped. I guess this little interest is something I've tried to ignore and get rid of, but I've never have been able to. I am interested in hearing women (especially my age range - early 20s) take dumps. That's the scared truth.

Kitty: Welcome to college, hun! I think you will soon find out that you are putting yourself through a lot of agony for nothing. You are actually lucky to only share a bathroom with 3 other girls as a freshman. Usually you are part of a floor and the bathroom can accommodate double digit girls. So, look at that as a positive! :) I'd say when you have to poop, just poop. Do you guys have spray in there? Even better. Don't end up giving yourself lifelong stomach problems because of a poop shyness.

AmyLee: I love your posts! I admit they can be a little gross - even I am not a huge fan of a lady making loud grunts or having smelly diarrhea. Sometimes I get embarrassed for the other lady and get out of there. I know it all happens, but I prefer a girl having a nice three log poop. Hehe!

I was lucky to get a job shortly after I graduated, and it's for a big financial company. So, as you can imagine, there's rarely any P&Q in the ladies room. Similar to AmyLee, I'm not crazy about dropping bombs with other women listening, but I've gotten used to having to just go and occasionally that involves a loud plop! Oh well!

Just a few weeks ago, I was heading into the bathroom for a pee and a stall door was closing just as I entered in. I left a buffer stall between, and pretty soon we were both peeing. As mine died down, I noticed no movement in the other stall so I peeked under to see if the shoes looked young or not. As much as I like hearing girls poop, I'm not crazy about hearing older women go. And, more often that not, they are the ones who will put on a show. So, I saw a cute pair of flats in the heels-up pooping pose and knew this was most likely someone under 30. I got that shiver :) because I knew what was about to happen. No sooner did I hear "ploomp", "splunk" "plunk" followed by a short pfft. I was a happy girl! I didn't want to look weird since it was quiet in there, so I wiped my area, flushed and pulled my pants up. Pretty amazingly, I heard my stallmate do the same and it sounded like she was going to come out about the same time I did. That's a rarity as even proud poopers will usually wait for the coast to clear in an attempt to hide her identity. Anyways, I exited and was washing up, and out walks this really pretty blonde named Emily. She is relatively new, but we work close to each other so we said hello. She didn't seem embarrassed and the bathroom didn't really have a smell, but even so, I was impressed and shaking a little due to the excitement. We made small talk and she actually left first, which allowed me to pull myself together before returning to the office. I definitely look forward to THAT happening again, and now that I know she's not shy, maybe I won't be when I'm around her.

Take care, all. - MK




Saturday, August 20, 2011



Greg (Josh's Friend)

A Classic Tale from Greg's Stall

Hey Guys,

As I was remembering some of my old Mike and Josh stories, I remembered this very cool experience when Mike and I were just 15 and Josh was just 13. It was one of the very first times I ever saw Josh take a dump although that experience has been repeated many times over the years.

I was traveling to Tennessee with my family and had Mike and Josh along as well as their older brother Brian (16 at the time) and we had eaten lunch about an hour before. All of us had taken dumps that morning before setting out except for Josh. However, soon after lunch, Josh's bowels started working big-time and before too long a whole bunch of turds began piling up in his butt. Pretty soon, Josh was quite badly loaded and quite desperate for the services of a toilet. Josh then pretty much pleaded with my dad to turn off at the next rest which was 13 miles up the road. My dad agreed and for the next 12 minutes or so, the desperately loaded Josh sat squirming and grimacing in a desperate fight to hold his shit inside him. Josh crossed his legs in a desperate bid to somehow keep his shit-filled butt clenched shut. My dad hurried as best he could to the rest stop understanding the badly-loaded Josh needed to shit urgently and was weakening quickly. Of course, Mike, Brian, and I were totally enjoying Josh's plight watching him squirm as he struggled valiantly to hold his crap. The weakening Josh didn't find it as funny feeling he was on the verge of filling his pants with shit as his badly-loaded butt throbbed and throbbed with unremitting intensity.

Finally arriving at the rest stop, we quickly piled out of the car with the urgently-loaded Josh high-tailing it to the bathroom. Mike, Brian and I followed closely behind figuring we could give the bumming Josh a hard time as he sat helplessly crapping with his pants down around his calves. Entering the restroom, we noticed that all the stalls were without doors and that Josh was working frantically to get the toilet seat in the end stall wiped down and lined with paper. At that point, we decided to have some fun with Josh and headed over to his stall where he was hastily preparing for a greatly-needed bowel movement. As we arrived, Josh was just turning around to face out and saw our smiling faces in the doorway. Too weakened to resist the overpowering urge to shit, our arrival did not deter the desperately loaded Josh from hurriedly dropping his pants and collapsing to the badly-needed toilet.

"WHAT are you doing?" Josh asked incredulously as he urgently dropped his pants and sat down. A moment later, Josh was helpless in the throes of a shit as the badly-loaded boy furiously unleashed an absolutely HUUUUGE load of crap. Feeling the massive load of excrement leaving his young body Josh was rolling his eyes helplessly and moaning in relief as the enormous fecal monster blasted right through my helpless buddy and stormed into the desperately-needed crapper. As I said before, Josh was 13 at the time but he was a big athletic 13. He was already 5'10 and 160 pounds at the time and wore size 12 shoes. Josh ate like a bottomless pit and I understand his shits were absolutely massive like this astronomical pile he was currently expelling from his body.

Immediately upon hearing this massive overwhelming excremental rush, Mike, Brian, and I started laughing uncontrollably. What can I say? We were KIDS then!!

"What do you guys WANT?" Josh moaned as his monstrous shit wave finally subsided.

"We're here to keep you company Josh! You know, so you don't feel all alone in the world!" I cracked.

"I don't NEED any company at the moment, thank you very much." Josh groaned.

"Oh come on, Josh!" Mike said. We're brothers! We're here to support each other in times of need!"

"You can support me by letting me TAKE A DUMP in PEACE!!" Even at 13 years of age, Josh's voice had an air of authority and confidence and the sense of humor in his tone was evident. These are qualities that have served him very well in his life since!!

Just as we were really getting into giving Josh a hard time, another badly-loaded young man desperately needing a SERIOUS dump anxiously dashed into the restroom, and let me tell you, it was clearly obvious right away that this dude needed to shit, and I mean he REALLY needed to SHIT!! This guy was an older teenager about 17-18 years old and besides carrying a MAJOR load, you could just tell this guy had an ATTITUDE as well. Right away, I, Mike and Brian were a bit intimidated by this guy because you could tell he was no-nonsense and wasn't about to take any flak from us, or anyone else for that matter. We also didn't want to look geaky in front of an older teenager by giving a younger teen a hard time while taking a shit. The intimidating effect was enhanced by his short blonde hair trimmed in a military style crew cut and steely pale blue eyes that seemed to cut right through you. I figure he was about 6' tall, 185 pounds with muscular arms, a "V" shaped chest and torso, well-defined quad muscles and a round butt with buns of steel. Obviously, this was one SOLIDLY-built young man who was about to shit. Unsurprisingly, his t-shirt indicated he played football somewhere. His butt also urgently needed to be relieved as it had become badly loaded with a substantial amount of crap that caused it to throb relentlessly under the intense driving pressure.

Mike, Brian, and I then dispersed over to the urinals when he gave us a dirty look (or so we perceived it.) We could tell this guy was really distressed and needed a serious crap because of the way he nervously inspected each of the three remaining stalls as he pondered his somewhat limited options. This dude obviously dreaded the idea of crapping in a doorless stall, but resistance against the relentless crushing pressure in his badly-loaded butt was futile.

Only reluctantly accepting his inevitable defeat, the desperately-loaded boy eventually selected the second of the four stalls which meant there would be an empty stall between him and the bumming Josh sitting at the end while leaving the near stall vacant. We could then hear the distressed young man then work hurriedly with a palpable sense of urgency and purpose to get the seat wiped down and lined with toilet paper. The very proud but defeated boy then turned around, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor before mounting his throbbing shit-filled butt to the badly-needed toilet.

A moment later, the vanquished teenager abandoned all resistance to the overpowering pressure and the badly-loaded young man was immediately rendered helpless as a MASSIVE devastating barrage of gas and shit thundered right through his badly-overwhelmed butt with explosive force and stormed violently into the desperately-needed toilet hitting the walls and water with numerous loud splashes and plops. For several moments, the toilet sounded like one of the battle scenes from "Saving Private Ryan" as the defeated young man sat there helplessly farting and filling the badly-needed toilet with shit. However, nothing except the toilet could save this bumming young man and there sure was nothing private about his torrential bowel movement as Mike, Brian, Josh and I all clearly heard the mass of stools storming out of his fit young athletic body. The awesome tidal wave of shit prompted some spontaneous groans of relief from the greatly overwhelmed young man bumming on the toilet.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh��" The helplessly bumming athlete groaned as still more shit thundered out of his overpowered butt and piled up in the urgently-needed crapper. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh��You've got to be KIDDING me!!!!!" He moaned in seeming disbelief as more and more shit kept coming out of him. Despite his words, his voice most definitely had a tone of relief and gratitude in it!

Hearing the young guy's explosive defecation and his groans of relief from our vantage point at the urinals, Mike, Brian and I started looking at each other and even started laughing under our breath realizing the overwhelmed guy had been rendered completely helpless and that he was totally in the throes of an overwhelming shit. We were safe for the time being! There's just SOMEthing about being in the throes of an overwhelming shit that seems to make a person a bit less intimidating at the moment!! :-0 (Of course, Mike's and Josh's moments would come later and are well chronicled in the pages of this forum!) As for Josh, he used the reprieve of us no longer harassing him along with the explosive noisy cover of his overpowered neighbor to bear down and expel the rest of his crap from his own body without risk of further harassment! Within five minutes or so he was finished and able to start wiping up.

Meanwhile, the laughter Mike, Brian, and I were enjoying from Sergeant Rock's explosive bowel movement was interrupted by the entrance of another intimidating figure into the restroom. This dude was about 45 years old and in very good shape and had the same blonde buzz cut and steely blue eyes as the helpless young dude unleashing a massive pile on the crapper. And if it was Sergeant Rock who was helplessly taking a big overpowering shit, then THIS was General Patton. Anyhow, he comes into the restroom and inspects the urinal area as if expecting to find someone while seeming to inspect Mike, Brian, and myself at the same time. Instinctively, we reverted to our best behavior so as not to get thrown in the brig!

Not finding what he wanted, General Patton then calls out, "Hey Scott, are you in here?"

"Yeah," Came a hesitant-sounding grunt from Sergeant Rock's stall sounding like he really didn't want to be identified or just didn't want to talk at the moment.

"Oh!" Continued General Patton looking down the row of toilet stalls and observing his bumming son's pants hanging around his ankles. "You're on the TOILET! Ok." It was like this was his first inkling that his desperately loaded son might be deep in the throes of a badly-needed shit. The General's voice also carried like a foghorn so now everyone in the rest stop plaza knew that Scott was "on the TOILET."

"Yeah." Scott replied in an embarrassed-sounding voice. "I needed to take a dump." He continued, blatantly understating the obvious. If this was just a dump, then the D-Day invasion was just a minor border skirmish!

"OK." Said General Patton. "We'll all wait by the car. How much longer do you think you'll be?"

"I'm going to need another 5 minutes." Scott replied, now sounding absolutely humiliated. How could it not have been absolutely CRYSTAL clear to Scott's father that his urgently-loaded son was just DYING for an ENORMOUS shit when they were pulling into the rest stop plaza? When Scott had come into the restroom seeking a toilet, he looked ready to explode and fill his pants with shit right then and there.

"Ok," Replied Scott's father. "We'll see you outside."

"Yeah." Grunted Scott sounding like he wanted to keep the conversation as short as possible.

"Geeze," Thought Scott to himself. (Or so I speculate!) "Why did dad have to announce to the whole freakin' world that I'm taking a shit? I love him and all that but he can be such a PUTZ sometimes!"

Mike and Brian followed Scott's father out of the restroom while I was a bit longer finishing up. A moment later, I heard a bunch of light grunts coming from Scott's stall before his butt started crackling and sputtering as Scott began bumming again, struggling to grind out his residual crap. A couple moments later the boy began struggling again and another "Urrggh, ugggh" was followed by still more shit crackling out of Scott.

I then finished up at the urinal and went over to the sinks to wash up. The sinks were just across from the toilet stalls and I carefully used my peripheral vision to see if I could get a few glimpses of Scott sitting there struggling with his pants down. Scott did not bother to look up as I went to the sink instead just sitting there staring at the floor with his right hand clenching his left hand like he was concentrating and readying for another concerted push. With this in mind, I risked getting another glimpse of him in the mirror as I washed up. From the mirror I could see Scott struggle and brace for battle yet again as his muscles started tensing from the effort. The beleaguered young man on the toilet then grunted and moaned again as he fought to drive out some more residual crap that landed on top of the already massive pile that Scott had bummed out previously.

Finishing up, I decided to see how Josh was doing and stood just outside his stall as Scott continued to do battle.

"Hey Josh," I began. "Sorry about harassing you earlier. No hard feelings??"

"Oh, you're cool!" Josh replied. "I would have done the same thing!" Even at this young age, Josh already had an incredibly well-developed sense of perspective, self-confidence and the ability to not take himself too seriously. This was something the self-conscious Scott seemed to lack, at least from my brief observation of him and how he responded under pressure.

"Are you about done?" I continued. "I think we're about ready to roll."

"Yeah. I'm finishing up right now." Josh replied as he began tearing toilet paper off the roll. Josh was finished up with his big dump while it was apparent the grunting Scott was still in the throes of his draining and arduous struggle.

As I walked out, I was able to get another look at Scott who looked absolutely GREAT struggling on the toilet. This time, I looked right in since he wasn't even bothering to look up. Scott was apparently gearing up for yet another push as his fit muscular body was tensing yet again. Sure enough, as I was leaving, the struggling young man started grunting and began bumming again as more shit crackled out of him.

"Ugggggggh." Scott grunted with a strained-sounding voice as the shit dropped into the bowl. This struggle of this big overwhelming shit now seemed to be weakening Scott and I guessed that the long protracted battle to drive all that shit from his body was going to leave Scott just EXHAUSTED when it was finally all over.

I wondered why Scott never bothered to look up all those times I went by his stall and looked in. Maybe Scott was just trying to get his big shit over and done with. Maybe it was the psychology that if he didn't see me, then I wouldn't see him. Maybe Scott was already sufficiently embarrassed by his dad and he felt that he could spare himself more indignation by keeping his head humbly bowed in penitence. Maybe Scott was trying to re-establish his somewhat bruised male dominance by not acknowledging me (or anyone else) during his shit. Or maybe the grueling ordeal had simply sapped his strength and he didn't have the energy to raise his head. It's fun to speculate on these things!

A few minutes later, Josh joined us outside wearing a big contented grin and telling us how much better he felt. We finished up by exercising our dogs a bit more and throwing a Frisbee around before deciding to get going again. It was a full TWELVE minutes from the time I left the bathroom before an EXHAUSTED-looking Scott finally emerged from the restroom clearly weakened from his massive and overwhelming shit, a bit longer than the 5 minutes he promised his dad. He apparently must have needed to struggle out several more rounds of residual shit before he was ready to wipe up and leave.

It was probably a good thing that Scott was such a fit young man and in good physical condition for such a demanding workout!! :-O He then got into a van with his folks and 4 other kids who had been waiting for him before driving off. As they got into the van, one of Scott's younger brothers teased him with the old joke about how they thought he fell in. Poor guy. Instead of jokes, Scott deserved PRAISE for just surviving and eventually prevailing in such a bitter hard-fought battle! But then again, his bowels were empty and relieved and maybe that's all he needed to find contentment!