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Thursday, September 24, 2020

An Unexpected Fantasy byuranium©

 




This was amazingly fun to write, so look forward to more pieces like this in the future. Feedback and comments are SUPER appreciated! Let me know what you'd like to see, I'm always looking for new ideas.

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It was nine in the morning and cold and raining outside; the perfect morning for staying in bed. Staying in bed is even more fun, though, when you're waking up next to your hot wife. My hot wife, specifically. I rubbed my eyes and rolled over to face her. The movement woke her up, though she just buried her face in her pillow.

"Hey," I said, nudging at her with my knee, "good morning."

"Good morning," she mumbled back. Alyssa batted her pretty eyes and smiled as if she already knew what I was thinking. I couldn't help but grin and inch closer to her. "Perfect day for just sleeping in, huh?" Alyssa asked.

"Mmhmm," I agreed, resting one hand on her hip beneath the covers. She closed her eyes and settled back against the pillows again.

"Wake me up at ten," she laughed.

"Woah woah woah," I replied, pulling her closer, "come here, sleeping beauty."

"No!" she objected, burying her face in the blankets. I laughed along with her and squeezed her ass playfully. My stomach churned without warning, and I got a terrible idea.

"If you don't get out of there," I warned, "I'm going to Dutch-oven you." Alyssa laughed harder—I don't know if she was calling my bluff or what. With a grin, I sidled up as close to her as I could and pushed, forcing out a loud, muffled fart.

"Oh my god!" Alyssa cracked up, pushing the blankets away from her face. "That's awful!"

"Yeah, well, I warned you," I groped at her ass and pulled her against me, effectively grinding her against my morning wood. She bit her lip and smiled.

"You know how to be romantic," she teased. My stomach growled and I pushed again, this one equally as loud and bubbling as the first. Alyssa kissed me. I loved her sense of humor, just as she loved mine. This was common routine for us, especially for a lazy Saturday morning when neither of us had to work.

Aly slipped her hands around behind me and squeezed at my ass the same way I had done to hers. My stomach was still churning, and I mentally went over what I had eaten the day before that would cause me to have such bad gas.

"Might want to move your hand," I warned her. She smirked and moved her hand even lower.

"We'll see about that," she said. "Bet you won't do it." I shrugged and pushed out two short farts, one after the other. Aly just laughed her beautiful laugh and shook her head.

"I shouldn't have doubted you," she admitted. I nodded in agreement, but before I could say anything else, Alyssa slipped one of her legs up over mine, pulling my knee between her thighs. I raised my eyebrows as she lightly pressed her crotch against my leg. I pushed back, enjoying the way she ground against me for friction. She was wearing nothing but underwear and a t-shirt, and I could feel the warmth of her core through the thin cotton of her panties.

"You okay there?" I asked. She leaned forward and kissed me, gripping my knee tighter with her thighs. My stomach gurgled ominously as we kissed, and I was beginning to wonder if it was actually just gas. I decided to test her limit, and as she kissed me, I lifted my ass slightly and pushed hard. A loud, wet-sounding fart slipped out. To my surprise, rather than pulling away, Aly's muscles tensed against my leg and she pressed harder, desperately attempting to get more friction.

I pulled my knee back a bit and slipped my hand between her legs to tug her panties aside, intending to toy with her and finger her a bit. I stopped when my fingers brushed against her panties and found that her thighs were wet and her panties were soaked through. She saw the surprise on my face and grinned.

"What?" she asked.

"You're fucking wet, baby!" I laughed in response.

"What can I say? You know how to get a girl going." Get a girl going? I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and laugh. We'd been awake for three minutes and all I had done was fart, grab her butt, and let her grind on me.

I pulled her panties aside and rubbed my fingers against her; everything was slick and soaking wet already. Almost instinctively, I rubbed her clit with my thumb and pushed two fingers into her tight pussy. No matter how wet she got or how much we fucked, she was always the tightest of any woman I'd ever known. Aly moaned softly and closed her eyes as I slowly worked my fingers in and out of her. My cock was fully erect and practically begging to be played with, but I was content having my morning fun with Alyssa first.

I frowned slightly as my stomach growled again, feeling the pressure building. I shifted my weight; though we had been having fun before, I didn't want to ruin this moment. Without warning, Aly slid her hand down the back of my sleep pants and briefs, causing me to jump.

"Woah, woah!" I protested. She laughed and bit her lip.

"Bet you won't do it now," she challenged as a reference to earlier. I made a face at her, unsure of what to do. I continued working my fingers in her pussy, her hips subtly gyrating against my hand. Her right hand was pressed firmly against my ass, waiting to see if I'd do it or not.

"You asked for it," I taunted. I lifted my ass slightly and farted loud and hard. With a smile on her face, Aly pressed two fingers against my asshole and kissed me. I wanted to protest—I honestly did—but with the combined pleasure of her grinding against my hand and making out with me and touching me, it felt...surprisingly good.

I'd never let a woman touch me like that before and never, ever intended to, but there was something about it that just felt good in the dirtiest way imaginable. I didn't stop her. She wasn't trying to stick them in or anything, she was just rubbing my asshole with her middle and index finger in hard circles. I pumped my fingers into her harder and she had to pull away from the kiss to moan.

"Fuck, baby," she murmured as I worked her faster. Her thighs were shaking and I was wondering if she was going to come to her first orgasm so easily and so quickly. However, my stomach loudly bubbled again, causing her eyes to flutter open.

"Move your hand," I told her. Aly just smirked and stroked at my asshole with her middle finger.

"You give up?" she teased.

"Give up? I wasn't aware it was a contest."

"Unlike you to just give in," she said with a shrug. I shook my head at how crazy she could be, but pushed again nonetheless. I farted then and there with her fingers pressed between my cheeks. It was unusually hot and quiet, and I was starting to get concerned that I was going to have to get out of bed and head for the bathroom in a couple of minutes. Alyssa had other plans.

"Fuck!" she mewled with delight (though I wasn't quite sure what she was getting out of this). She pulled her hand away and reached around front, working my cock out of my sleep pants. Neither of us said anything as she pulled my erection out and stroked at it. She moved one of her legs up over my thigh and pulled herself against my body, lining my cock up against her soaking entrance. Her lips found mine and she pulled me into a kiss as my cock slid inside of her. Alyssa threw her head back and moaned, and I couldn't help but growl at the feeling of her tight pussy adjusting to my size.

"God that's good," she murmured. Aly reached behind me as I lazily pumped in and out of her and slipped her hand lower again. I didn't object when she began rubbing her fingers against my asshole, each thrust of my hips pressing back against her hand. She circled her finger around it, then lightly prodded at the entrance without forcing anything. I worked my cock the whole way into her in one hard thrust, and she bit her lip before massaging harder at my asshole.

"Babe," she started, "any chance you have to go?"

"Go?"

"Like...to the bathroom?" There was something playful, borderline deviant, in her eyes, however, that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"I'm not getting up," I replied, burying my face against her neck. I was, however, beginning to feel the pressure in my stomach that let me know I was going to have to head to the bathroom eventually. Her pussy was so tight and wet—unbelievably wet—that nothing in the world could make me get up. Not even when my stomach growled again.

"Are you sure?" she rubbed a circle around the entrance. No, I wasn't sure. There was an unbelievable pressure building in my stomach within seconds, but I kept telling myself it was just gas. In an attempt to distract myself from the feeling in my guy, I mirrored her motion and slipped my hand down the back of her panties. She grinned when I began lazily brushing my fingers between her cheeks. We'd never done anal, but I was beginning to think she was into it. My fingers found her hole, and I found myself curious. I farted again as I played with her, prodding my finger at her tight entrance.

"Are you into this?" she asked as she pressed her finger harder against my asshole. She worked the tip of her finger in, massaging around my entrance.

"Are you?" I asked. I did the same thing to her that she was doing to me. I pulled her flush against me and kissed her, keeping my cock inside of her while we explored each other's bodies a little bit. Alyssa moaned softly as I worked more of my finger in. I was going to go the whole way, but she stopped me.

"That's good for now," she laughed.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Uh huh. It's uh...it feels good, but it's making me have to go to the bathroom. It's because it's the morning," she laughed it off. As she began to pull her hand away from my backside, terror swept over me. I had been so surprised that it felt good that I had forgot about the fact that I did currently have to go to the restroom—admittedly, I had to shit.

"Aly," I stopped her from pulling her arm back, "we've never done anything like that before."

"Right?"

"What if you have shit on your hands or something..?"

"Even better," she said with a wink. I laughed; her sense of humor always got me. She pulled me into a kiss again and I resumed fucking her at our normal speed.

The pressure was becoming unbearable, however, and, in a vain attempt to relieve the feeling, I pushed hard, forcing out a loud, foul fart. Something felt wrong. As I thrust my cock in and out of her, I was acutely aware that there was something wet between my asscheeks. I slowed my movements ever so slightly and concentrated on the feeling, but another wave of pressure hit my stomach full force. This time, the fart that followed was involuntary. A look of panic washed over my face. The smell was horrible, and something now felt soft and hot pressed against my asshole. Then, all at once, I was aware I was shitting my pants.

"Fuck!" I snapped, clenching my cheeks to the best of my ability. It was useless, however, as my asshole flexed and pushed out the rest of a small, soft log of shit. I tried to sit up, but Aly's legs were locked around mine.

"What's wrong?" Alyssa asked, propping herself up on her elbow. I didn't know how to respond.

"I just shit myself," I answered honestly. Aly's eyes unexpectedly lit up.

"You what?"

The last thing I expected was for Aly to reach around behind me and touch my ass, eager to feel the mess I'd made. Before I could think to pull away, my wife was brushing her fingers against the soft mess.

"Oh my god," she breathed, "you did!"

"Stop touching it," I said. Unfortunately for me, I was losing the battle against my body and a second, thicker turd pressed against my asshole Aly rocked her hips hard against mine, sliding my cock the whole way into her soaked pussy. She massaged at the load of shit, causing it to rub against my skin.

"Fucckk," she moaned, now moving her hips so that she was steadily fucking me. I had absolutely no idea what to say or do.

"Aly, stop, I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Do you have to go more?"

"Yeah."

"Do it," she breathed, and I felt her walls tighten around my erection with excitement. "Go right here."

"No!"

"Why not? You already did," she said, and squeezed at the small mess harder this time. My stomach churned and, without thinking about it, I let a fart slip.

"This is terrible," I said, "but...I don't want to get up from fucking you right now, not with how soaked you are. Can I clean up in a minute?"

"You don't have to get up at all. Fuck me and just use your pants!" Aly urged. I bit my lip and went back to fucking her, hard, trying not to think about it. Alyssa squealed with delight and threw her head back, but didn't remove her hand from the seat of my pants.

"I'm not going to shit in my pants, in the bed," I told her, but to be honest, the thought made my cock twitch. There was something dirty about it that made it erotic in a kinky way. My muscles tensed as I struggled against the piece that was threatening to come out, pressing against my asshole and tempting me to just say 'fuck it' and let it go. Aly was moaning and grinding against me and soaking wet; something deep and primal within me wanted to fill my pants right then and there. Alyssa squeezed at my back side again, pressing the turd between my asscheeks and letting me feel the sticky, thick feeling.

As I fucked her, I felt my asshole stretching as a huge turd began to force its way out. "Aly," I panted, desperate and almost pleading, "I can't hold it."

"Do you really want to get up?" she asked, then genuinely slowed her movement. She was letting me get up. I pushed myself up with one arm as she untangled her legs from mine. My stomach cramped and I hissed at the feeling. It was too late; I had already lost control.

"No," I answered, then shamelessly, gracelessly blurted out, "I couldn't make it, I'm going in my pants." Aly dug her nails into my biceps and rocked her hips back and forth on mine, one leg back over mine, her pussy absolutely dripping with her slick, hot juices. She practically whimpered. Even over the wet sound of sex and our moans I could hear the crackling as it came out hot, solid, and almost painfully thick.

"Shit," I hissed. It stopped halfway out, however, so I took the opportunity to finally say 'fuck it.' With a moan, I bore down, cock the whole way inside of Aly, and shit my pants.

"Oh my god!" Alyssa moaned desperately, feeling the growing bulge load my pants. "Oh my god, fuck that's hot!" she said as she wildly ground her hips on mine. I grunted, and with one last push, the piece broke off. The combined pleasure of knowing what I had just done and of the shit itself was disgusting in the most incredible way. I tangled one hand in Aly's hair and kissed her roughly, causing her to clench her hand around the mess in my pants and let out a muffled cry against my mouth.

"Fuck, you're right Aly, it's fucking hot," I moaned against her lips. I moved so that I was fully on top of her, slamming into her over and over, all the while still kissing her. Aly pulled away for a moment.

"So you like it?" she panted, massaging at the solid mass in my briefs.

"It's dirty," I answered truthfully, still pounding into her, "but I fuckin' love it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it feels good."

"What if I did it, too?"

I slowed my thrusts for a moment and looked at her. Before, my reaction would have been no, but who was I to judge? I was in this situation because I couldn't make it to the bathroom and shit myself in the middle of sex. And then liked it. A lot. I ran one hand through my hair, imagining her on all fours, desperately trying not to go while I fucked her from behind. I loved it. I loved the thought of her wanting to cum so bad that she was trying to hold it just so I could fuck her a little longer, but losing the battle and 'having an accident.' Unable to hold it and losing control, accidentally pooping while I fucked her. Just the thought was enough to make me moan.

"Do you have to go?" I asked, suddenly finding myself hoping the answer was yes. Another fantasy of her getting fucked reverse cowgirl and having to go so bad that she couldn't help it and some slipped out ran through my mind. I audibly moaned again at that thought, imagining that after some accidentally came out she wouldn't be able to hold it and would, embarrassingly, take a massive dump right then and there while on top of me. Since when did I get off to this?

"I always have to go in the morning," she answered. I bit my lip and pushed the whole way into her.

"You gonna do it for me?"

"Do you want me to?"

"How bad do you have to go?" I shifted my weight to one side and rubbed at her clit, my hard-on throbbing inside of her. A smirk crossed her face as she realized what I was playing at.

"I have to go real bad."

"Well, I think you have to hold it for a little while," I told her. The playfulness disappeared from her face.

"I actually do really have to go," she replied. "I can just get up if—" I cut her off by slipping my hands underneath her and flipping her onto her stomach.

"Come on, all fours," I told her and squeezed her backside. With a laugh, Aly obeyed and moved into position. I took a moment to admire the view before I tugged her soaked panties—soft pink cotton—down her thighs. She sighed quietly at the feeling. Once more, I stopped to check her out, watching two of my fingers disappear into her creamy pussy. Alyssa moaned as I dragged my fingers from her hot entrance to her asshole, rubbing and toying at the tight little hole. She flinched, but arched her back nonetheless. Shifting onto my knees, I slipped two fingers back into her pussy and lapped at her asshole with my tongue.

"Fuck!" she cried out, clearly not expecting that. "Oh, fuck," Aly moaned as I prodded at her tight entrance with my tongue, swiping in circles. I smiled at the fact that being this close to her, I could hear her stomach churning, too. I flattened my tongue against her asshole and licked. The tight ring flexed as I worked on it.

"Hey, that feels really good," she began, sounding apprehensive, "but maybe, you know, don't do it right now."

"What? Why?" I felt the load in the seat of my pants shift as I moved back to look at her.

"You know why," she snarked back. Despite her tone, I could tell she legitimately had to go now. Her stomach suddenly churned and I could feel her muscles tense.

"Do you have to fart?"

She didn't answer.

"God, do it, Aly," I moaned, stroking one hand along her beautiful ass.

"No!" she laughed, looking away.

"Why not?"

"I'm not farting in front of you with my ass up in the air."

"Do it," I told her, and used my free hand to pump at my cock without thinking about it.

"No, I'm—" her words were cut short by her own fart. It was muffled, indicating that she did, indeed, have to shit very, very bad. I rubbed her asshole with my finger, tempted to slide it in. I used my other hand to stroke her clit in hopes of coaxing her to do it again. Sure enough, she couldn't fight it and let out another short fart, but this time, her tight little ring flexed just enough to give a glimpse at the turd she was moments away from dropping. I slipped two fingers back into her pussy.

"Just wait until I'm done playing with you, okay?" I tested, wanting to see what her response would be.

"Come on," she complained, shaking her butt a little, "you know how bad I have to go in the morning." I worked my fingers in and out of her pussy and watched her asshole stretch ever so slightly.

"Did you go yesterday morning?"

"No."

"Did you go at all yesterday?"

"...No."

"You really do have to go then, huh?"

"Yeah," she replied. I slammed my fingers the whole way into her, causing her to jump and whimper. Her asshole stretched again, revealing the tip of the first piece waiting to come out. "I don't want to mess up the blankets," she told me, looking around anxiously. I brushed my fingers against her g-spot and enjoyed watching her tight hole stretch again, threatening to lose control and push out the first log while her panties were still pulled down. I stroked her g-spot as I thrust my fingers in and out of her while she clenched her muscles and tried to hold it. She farted quietly, but this time she was dangerously close to losing control as the piece slipped out half an inch or so, and had to tighten her muscles hard to keep it in.

If you don't want to mess up the sheets, should we go in the bathroom?" I suggested. My cock was practically dripping at the sight of her bent over and losing control in front of me.

"Sounds good," Alyssa laughed back with relief. I tugged her panties back up over her firm ass, hiding everything from view. She was quick to climb to her knees and turn to face me, eager to get up. When I rose to my knees, however, she stopped me. Biting her lip, Aly peeled the waistband of both my sleeps pants and my briefs back and peered down at my, undoubtedly shit-smeared, ass.

"Oh my god," she half-laughed, half-moaned. She let the band snap back into place and backed off the bed.

"What?"

"That's huge! More than I ever imagined."

"You imagined this?"

"Yeah, a lot. Come on, please, I really, really, really have to go," she said and shifted from foot to foot. As I stood, I slipped one arm beneath Aly's backside and picked her up in my arms. "Oh shit," she gasped, and though she wrapped her legs around my torso, she clasped one hand over her ass. Aly attempted to hold on to my shoulders with one hand while keeping the other clasped over her butt, but her face was a bright, flustered pink. I kissed her neck as I blindly found my way to the bathroom.

"Shit," she whimpered as I lowered her down, letting her feet touch the floor. I couldn't help but notice that she didn't remove her hand from her backside. I sat down on the floor, feeling the mess in my pants flatten against me, and she followed suit, not taking her hand away. As she knelt down, she cursed under her breath and bit her lip.

"Reverse cowgirl," I told her, placing my hands on her thighs and turning her around. Once she had her back to me, I pulled her hand away.

"Sorry," she murmured sheepishly

"Aly," I breathed, "did you...?"

"I couldn't hold it!"

I pulled her panties back, the same way she had done to me, and looked down. Two small, solid lumps of shit were nestled against her asshole. I couldn't fucking believe it—she'd actually lost control while I was carrying her. I groaned and pulled the gusset of her panties aside, brushing my fingers through her wetness. I lined my cock up with her entrance and rubbed the head against it, but didn't put it in. Aly moaned at the feeling, her head leaned back and her thighs and hands trembling. I rocked my hips back and forth lightly, just to enjoy the feeling of my own shit spreading across my ass while dragging the head across her soaking entrance. I'd never imagined something so filthy could be so sexual. However, I wanted to toy with Aly a few moments longer, just to tease her.

"Okay, before you go, I want to fuck a little bit more," I told her, slipping the head inside.

"Baby I can't hold it, I'm going to go no matter what you're doing!"

I pulled her hips down, forcing her halfway down my shaft.

"Just wait a few more minutes," I told her, and slid the rest of my cock inside her. "Or are you going to go some more?" I reached around and rubbed her clit through her panties. "Are you going to accidentally poop just like this?"

I felt Alyssa's walls tighten with excitement at my words. "I'm not going to be able to make it," she groaned. "I have to go."

"You have to what?" I rubbed her clit slow, but hard.

"I have to shit."

"What was that? I didn't quite catch—"

"I have to go right now so bad, if you don't let me move, I'm going to go all over you," Aly moaned as I played with her clit. She tried to press her hand over her ass again, adjusting her panties so that she could cover her tight hole without mushing up what had already slipped out.

"You already had an accident, are you really going to take a huge dump right in your panties?" Aly's muscles jerked and she desperately tried to contain the impending mess.

"Fuck, I'm doing it now...Fuck...I can't stop it."

"What are you doing, baby?" There was a soft crackling as she lost control and completely pooped her panties.

"I'm going—it's coming out," she moaned.

"Yeah?" I held myself still so I could watch and adjusted her panties back so that they were covering her entirely. The soft, pink cotton began to tent out as a huge turd forced its way out of her. I groaned in absolute ecstasy as I watched the dark patch form, stretching out against the back. Without warning, I felt a hot, warm sensation on my cock and got distracted. A light stream ran down my cock and dripped onto my balls.

"Aly, are you...are you wetting yourself?"

"I'm sorry," she was quick to apologize, "I'm trying to hold it." She pressed her hand to her front, trying to stop it. I was genuinely surprised. I had been so caught up in a new fantasy that I hadn't considered she might have to pee, as well. However, this didn't seem like foreplay or anything sexy—she was legitimately peeing herself unintentionally. She actually couldn't hold it from the pressure of her shit being forced out.

"Let go, baby," I told her. "The floor is tile. If you can't hold it, it's okay. If you have to pee, you can wet yourself."

"No, that's too much of a mess," she groaned, but the stream steadily picked up. She was completely soaking not only the front of her panties that halfway covered her, but my pants, as well. Despite the fact we were literally messing around with a shit fetish, there was something intimate and innocent about her peeing on me and herself in a genuine accident.

I looked back at her ass again, her panties tented out slightly, and reached around to pull her hand away from her. When I moved her hand, she groaned and let go; a gush of hot piss squirted out as she pushed again, forcing out the thick load. Alyssa had to lift her ass slightly to allow more of it to come out. As her panties expanded out further, I could see the long, dark turd through her sagging leg band. It came out fairly firm, but was soft enough to mush up with the pressure of being pressed against the fabric of her panties. I ground my ass against my own mess, and combined with the stimulation of my own shit, her pooping her panties, and the warm stream of pee from Aly, it was too much to bear.

"Hang on," I grunted. I lifted my ass and slipped my pants down to my thighs—I didn't care how much of a mess it made of the floor, I knew what I wanted. I grabbed Alyssa's ass with both hands and squeezed hard, spreading her cheeks apart. She gasped, but kept her ass lifted slightly. I used my left hand to pull her panties to the side, revealing her backside to me. The log had broken off, but left a few smears of dark shit around her hole.

"Babe!" she cried out, surprised. The thick turd spilled out of her panties and onto my lower abdomen, warm and sticky. I kept her panties pulled aside with one hand while the other was still grabbing at her ass, keeping her half spread. She clamped one hand over her tight hole (despite the slight mess) and tried to keep her balance.

"I'm not done!" she protested. "I still have to go!" I noticed she pressed a little harder, her thighs tense.

"It's okay," I told her, "you already let a bunch out. You can hold it now." I smirked at her, and she simultaneously looked at a loss for words while also looking worried. I bucked up into her again and she gasped. I slowly began to bounce her up and down on my cock, amazed by how extremely wet she was. As I fucked her, keeping her ass spread, I had the perfect view as another piece 'turtle-headed' out. She tightened her muscles and fought against it.

"Fuck, fuck, that's good but I have to go really bad."

I slammed my full length into her and then pulled the whole way out before slamming back in, then went back to bouncing her. The pleasure was too much, and the piece protruded again. She reached back to try and cover herself up, but I couldn't take the cat-and-mouse game anymore. I was done teasing both her and myself.

"Shit on me, Aly," I groaned, picking up speed.

"Just like this?"

"Just like this."

"I don't know...convince me," she panted, trying to keep her voice steady with each thrust.

"I don't think you're in a position to bargain, baby," I snorted, "you're about to lose control so bad."

"That's not very convincing," she said, but as she spoke, her tight, dirty hole stretched again as the turd began to inch out. One more time, she fought to keep it in. "Oh fuck I have to go..."

"Do it, baby. You know you can't hold it any more. I did it, too. I farted and couldn't even make it to the bathroom on time. Now you just accidentally took a huge poop in your panties. You've already had an accident twice, so you might as well finish taking a dump right now."

Alyssa cried out in pleasure and ground her hips against mine hard. She leaned forward just a bit and rested one hand on my thigh, using the other to spread the side I wasn't holding—but just a little. And then and there, as I fucked her, she let go. I could barely control myself as she pushed out another thick rope, longer than the first, but firm. It fell onto my lower abdomen, just above my cock.

She mewled as she rocked her hips back and forth, surprising me with a loud fart. Another push resulted in another fart, then another. A light stream of piss dripped out of her and onto my cock since she was no longer inhibiting herself, taking the opportunity to relieve herself onto me fully. Aly lifted her ass slightly, intentionally allowing me a better view. She barely had to push as a small turd fell onto my lap, quickly followed by two more logs that poured out of her with ease. Another log squeezed out and joined the pile of shit as she emptied herself on top of me.

"Oh, fuck, baby," I groaned. She still didn't seem done, but I was getting dangerously close to cumming. I bucked at her wildly as she lowered herself again, allowing me to force my cock the whole way into her and smearing the pile against her backside. She forced out a wet, sputtering fart as I rubbed my cock against her. Aly steadied herself, then, to my surprise, grunted and bore down. I slowed my thrusts to watch as she released a torrent of soft, semisolid shit in a pile on my lap with a wet, mushy, crackling. It was hot and sticky and soft, and the feeling was incredible. She farted one more time and pushed out one last squirt of soft shit before moaning with pleasure and relief.

"That feels so much better," she panted, digging her nails into my thighs. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold it any more, I hadn't gone in two days. I didn't mean to make a mess on you or in my panties," she feigned innocence.

"Alyssa, this is so fucking hot" I moaned, unable to think of anything smart to say back to her.

"Make me cum, baby. Please," she was practically begging. "I'm so close already. I've wanted this for a long time." That was all she needed to say. I sat up and pulled her back with me, resting my back against our bath tub. The position smeared Alyssa's mess over my lower stomach and against her ass, but we both moaned in unison at the hot, dirty feeling. I fucked her fast as hard, working her clit with one hand and gripping her hips with the other.

"Oh fuck!" she squealed, her pussy tightening around my pulsating erection. "Just like that, fuck! I'm cumming, fuck! I'm cumming, don't stop, please don't stop."

"Come on dirty girl, squirt for me so I can fill you up with my cum. We're both so fucking horny and filthy, squirt for me." My voice and hands and thighs were all shaking, seconds away from cumming. In one final, animalistic cry, Alyssa came and squirted hard, throwing her head back and grinding herself the whole way down on my cock. The world went white as I released my load inside of her. It took several seconds to come down from the high, to make sense of anything. I'd never cum that hard or that much in my life, having filled her with pump after pump of my cum. Aly was leaned forward, resting her hands on my knees, hanging her head in an attempt to catch her breath.

"Aly, how long have you wanted to do that?" I asked with a laugh, panting.

"Since we've met."

"You've always wanted it?"

"Yeah, since I was a teenager," Aly said, pulling herself off of my softening cock and turning around to face me. We were both still out of breath, flushed, and shaking. With the heat of the moment over, we were looking at my sleep pants—completely caked with shit—and her mess all over me, wondering how the hell we were going to clean up.

"You should've told me sooner, y'know. We could have been fucking like this all along."

"You would have thought I was crazy!" she laughed, straddling my lap and kissing me.

"I already think you're crazy," I teased. I kissed her jaw and she sighed, tired and happy. "You're crazy, but I love you."

"I love you too, but I think we're both crazy thinking we can possibly clean this mess up."

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Wednesday, July 29, 2020

The Pooping Team Ch. 01 byclazzjoud©






Samantha Ellis expected a strong turnout, but she didn't expect the line to be going outside the door and stretching around the block - 30 minutes before tryouts even started. She was grumbling about the wait, but her friend and companion Lindsey offered a good perspective: the longer they waited, the more time they'd have to get ready.

She had everything she needed, but she was still checking to make sure her ID was valid, even though it wouldn't expire for another two years. Lindsey's support seemed to stop at listening to her rehearse her pitch.

"Here's your pitch," Lindsey said, with her palms clasped together, "My name is Samantha Ellis. If you feel the need to point to your face, do so, but I doubt you'll need to."

"Come on, Lindsey," Samantha said, looking at herself in the mini-mirror she kept in her purse. "I can't be presumptuous. I want to show that I actually have something to offer."

"I get that," Lindsey said. "Just remember, most of your talking won't be with your mouth."

Samantha had done everything she needed for preparation, and she and Lindsey had done their demonstrations for each other so many times that even if their auditions were only half as good as their rehearsals, they had a good chance at getting in. However, a good chance was not a certainty. Only 3 percent of people who applied for Madame Calvert's got accepted. However, girls still came out in droves, hoping to be the next star.

No one knew what their audition would consist of until it happened. Samantha had read an interview with an anonymous judge once. It said that no one could know anything about the auditions before theirs, and that no one is a sure thing until everyone has gone. On average, it took four weeks to receive a response.

There was an aura of confidence coming from the rest of the line. She didn't know if they were delusional or if they knew something she didn't. This was as confident as she'd feel, and she was still pretty uncertain.

A commotion was happening far back. She couldn't make out what was happening, but company officials seemed to be involved. It quieted down a bit when a corridor was put in place, but it wasn't silent.

"What's that about?" Samantha asked. Lindsey shrugged.

"Capacity," the woman behind her, with the sunflower dress and curly black hair said. "Looks like we're in the 1,000."

"1,000? I didn't know about that," Samantha said.

"Yeah, they don't tell you," she said, "It's supposed to get us more primed, knowing that we wanted it more. I got turned away last year. I was 1,001, I swear."

"Did they tell you what happened?" Lindsey asked.

"Fuck no," she said. "But I knew next year I'd be first in line.

Samantha looked at the line extending in front of them.

"Of course, any place between 1 and 1,000 would be acceptable."

An official came by with a jar, prompting Samantha to reach in and pull out a small disc.

"139," Samantha recited as if she had never seen the number before.

"Lucky, I got 177," Lindsey said. "I guess it's a random order."

The official informed that that they selected their group number. There were five people in each group, who all went up at the same time, in different rooms. The woman next to them said it was something she had never heard of them doing before.

"God, this sucks," Lindsey whined. "They'll probably all want to go home and not consider me at this point."

"Come on, it's not that bad," Samantha said.

"Easy for you to say, Miss 139," Lindsey icily retorted.

Soon after, all the numbers had been chosen and groups began being called. Samantha and Lindsey had made it to one of the waiting shelters right before the rain started falling. Samantha felt like showing this much patience was enough of a sign that she deserved a spot.

After seven-and-a-half hours of waiting, she heard the word "one-hundred and thirty-nine" and felt exhaustion turn into alertness. She gestured Lindsey to get up and come with her before realizing her mistake.

Following the official, she entered a room, about half the dimensions of her bedroom, with wood flooring and an eggshell white paint job. A woman entered shortly after the official left.

"Hello, I understand you wish to audition for Madame Calvert's," the woman said, seeming to make a point of not looking at Samantha.

"Yes," Samantha said resolutely.

"And may I ask what you would bring to our business?" she asked, but her questions felt as sharp as her freshly-painted nails.

"I would be a team player, and I'd never give up," Samantha replied.

"That is what we'd hope for from all our girls," she said. "It's what we hear from all of them, and the ones who don't make it. Now, please, tell me, what makes you a suitable choice for our company Miss...Ellis?"

The woman held the folder firmly in both hands and looked at Samantha with astonishment.

"You don't mean to say, you're the daughter of Janice Ellis? My word, I don't need to tell you of your mother's achievements," she said with one hand on her cheek and another still grasping the folder.

"Adopted,"

"Beg pardon?"

"I'm her adopted daughter," Samantha said. "My sister, Kyra, is her birth daughter."

"I have no time for such semantics and other nonsense, Miss Ellis," the woman hastily replied. "Now, please present to me, a reverse half-step using the chair over there."

This was Samantha's big moment, and she knew she could do it, but how well was another question. A reverse half-step was a position she had practiced, but it had a lot of steps to keep track of. She knew she would be disqualified if she got enough one out of place, and she was sure she had been given it due to her namesake.

To begin, she unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants all the way off, including her panties. She heard one scratch of the pencil in the woman's hand, likely from checking one box positively. Next, she got her right foot planted firmly on her seat while her right leg stayed bent. Her left leg remained straight, with just enough tension to not need readjustment.

Next, Samantha put her hands in proper position, each pushing apart the corresponding cheek. As she had expected, a bit of a fart rippled out, but she wasn't losing her mojo. The first bit of poop started peeking out of her. She couldn't see it, but she could definitely smell it. This was a strong load, coming out as one sturdy log that dropped out of her asshole about a quarter of an inch at a time. It managed to all land on the platter.

Getting off the chair and looking at her poop, Samantha felt pretty good. The official brought over her toilet paper and Samantha wiped her dirty ass until it was clean, placing the used paper next to her dump as instructed. She was quickly thanked and instructed to leave.

The next day, Samantha and Lindsey were FaceTiming, both sitting on the toilet.

"I know I had the right form, but my poop looked so lame," Lindsey said. "I keep having these little nuggets." She tilted her phone to show Samantha the proof in her bowl.

"But they were pretty uniform, right? That should definitely help your case," Samantha said, trying to be encouraging.

Samantha felt reasonably confident at the time, but she only had a fleeting memory of her audition poop to go on, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt like she needed to second-guess herself. It didn't help that she was spending so much time looking at the work of her favorite poop models on Instagram. She had more than 15,000 followers and would regularly get several hundred likes on videos of her pushing out a load and pooping with Lindsey, but those with sponsorships and perfect bikini bodies spreading their tanned cheeks apart to poop on the beach or fill their diapers with huge lumps had her a little insecure.

There would also be occasional posts tagged #janiceellis, showing Samantha's late adopted mother, in her feed. Photos and videos showed her with her rich black hair draped over her shoulders and her pants down as she held her nose and smiled at the camera while a thick log came out. These were turds that earned Janice Ellis the title of "World's Best Pooper" and helped to make pooping pageants mainstream.

Samantha didn't know about any of this until she was leaving for college. While searching the attic for boxes, she came across a stack of magazines labeled "Miss Messy," many of which featured her mother on the front. She saw her mother pooping while smoking a cigarette, posing seductively next to her dumps, and answering questions about the naughtiest place she's ever gone.

Though she felt mortified and never brought it up to her mother, Samantha started to become fascinated by it, eventually discovering how many fans her mother had. She had passed away before Samantha got a chance to discuss things about it with her, and Samantha wanted to honor her.

Her sister, Kyra, had also known about their mother's poopy past, but she didn't much want to discuss it. However, when she learned of Samantha's ambitions to become a poop star herself, she starting showing support and sending her tips for having better loads.

Samantha had met Lindsey in college. During a round of truth or dare, Lindsey asked her what the craziest thing she had found out about a parent was. She was floored by the response, but only because she didn't know her friend was raised by a pooping legend. Samantha then dared LIndsey to poop in front of her. She was more than willing, and a new point in their friendship was reached.

She had hoped they would both get accepted by Madame Calvert's, but even one getting accepted would be hard, let alone both. Mostly, Samantha wanted there to be no bad blood between them whatever happened.

"I gotta hop off," Lindsey said, pointing her phone at her toilet again so Samantha could see her poop before she flushed it away. Samantha knew she and Lindsey were both strong poopers. But were they strong enough?
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Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Messy Encounters Ch. 01 byHolister©







You sit there jittery, nervous and wondering if it's all been some elaborate hoax. She had said to meet her here in this park at 7:30, and that she'd be coming back from her netball game and would meet you on this park bench.

Behind you is a playground, kids long since gone home. In front of you a graded gravel path. It was a secluded spot, you had arrived early, but only one other person had walked down the pathway since you got there. You looked at your watch again. 7:33 and you think, there's no way this could be real. What would an 18-year-old, athletic girl want with you? Moreover, how could she possibly be into the same, let's face it, extreme fantasies?

You hear footsteps on the loose gravel off to you right. They are faint, like someone just entered the park. You listen intently as they get louder. Leaning forward and peering around the collection of trees, you make out the silhouette of someone approaching. Feminine, but walking with a labored gait. It must be heavy backpack. You cannot make out what she's wearing yet, she's still too far in the darkness of the park, but each step brings her closer.

Suddenly you're aware of your raging cock pressing against your tight underwear. You're even more jittery as the figure comes into the light. A tall athletic girl, brunette with tiny breasts covered by a simple sports top bunched up just enough to show a flat stomach above her tight black lycra shorts.

She approaches. You're speechless but try not to stare. She sits down next to you. Close, but not too close, and asks "Are you here to meet me?"

You cough slightly and softly say "Yes."

"You're nervous" She said. "I am too. I've never done this before."

"I didn't think anyone else would be interested," You say.

She looks down, blushing. As she does her long brown hair falls from behind her ear covering most of her face. You can still see her eyes. They look somehow both innocent and hungry.

"I have to be home by 10 o'clock. My parents think that I'm going over to a friend's place to study after practice."

"Okay." You say, having regained a little confidence in your voice. "Should we find the toilet block?"

She smiles cheekily, brushing her hair back behind her ear. She looks at you, her lips open slightly, pauses, and says "I know where they are. I sometimes stop here to play with myself on the way home from school."

Then she notices that your cock cannot be hidden behind your pants anymore. It's outline, even in the dim light, gives away you every intention. She looks at it for a while and without breaking her gaze suggests "I'd better show you where it is so we can get right into it then. It looks like you're ready."

She stands up, backpack still strung over her shoulders. You stand as she begins to walk, and you notice how the backpack sits above her pert little arse. Your study it for a moment. In the tight lycra you can see that her thighs leave a nice little gap where they meet her crotch, and her cheeks look like they defy gravity, leaving space between them, inviting you into a warm crevice and down to what you imagine to be a flawless tight arsehole.

You regain your composure, grab your own bag and hurry to catch up. As you catch up, she says "It's just behind these trees."

You look through the trees and see a subtle light of the toilet block. This was perfect. Everything was perfect.

Every step brings you closer to the toilet block and sends shivers down your spine and your cock moves slightly rubbing over a dampening spot of precum in your underpants. You try to think of anything else to take the edge off, but there's no way you could concentrate on anything but at this point. You're almost there, you're about to live out your wildest fetish.

You look over at her, she's breathing shallow breaths, showing signs of nerves as well. Without looking at you she says "My real name is Sarah by the way. I think it would be odd, given what we're about to do, if we don't know each other's real name."

"I'm Andrew," you tell her. "I guess you're right, we're about to get very personal."

You both stand under the yellow light under the awning. On the wall, the blue signs show that there are the normal three toilets. Male, Female and disabled. You look into each other's eyes. She is just under the height of your nose.

She says softly "I want to start before we go in," and with that she takes your hand and slides in gently in the front of her shorts. Your finger dances over her completely smooth slit, feeling dampness which fills the entirety of her warm pussy right up to an inflamed clit. The moment you press on it a little, her eyes roll back a little, she muffles a squeal, and spreads her legs a little further.

"I'm ready to shit myself." Her eyes come back to meet yours, her mouth opens, and she flexes her stomach. Without so much the smallest fart, the sounds of a steady and solid log exiting her arsehole paint a picture in your mind. She finishes with a clench with tightens both her pussy and arse. Her little giggle reminds you that you both want this; you both want to get messy.

She slides her backpack offer her shoulders and turns around. "Does it show?" She asks.

As she pushes her pert butt back at you for your comments, you take your hand, lick her juices off your fingers, and press the poop filled bulge back into her crack.

"It shows a little." You say. "I hope you've still got some more for me though."

She turns back to you. Using one hand to pull the back of her shorts open around the waist, she puts the other inside and retrieves a sample on her pointer. Without taking her eyes from your she slowly puts her shit covered finger into her mouth, closes her lips tight around it and pulls out a clean finger. Her arms lunge around the back of your neck as she pulls you down and into a passionate kiss. Pushing the bitter and softening shit into your mouth and then wrestling it between your two tongues. She pulls away leaving most of it in your mouth. "You can have as much as you want."

Monday, April 20, 2020

Ninas gassy ass part 1






Somewhere in a city, a pretty lookin’ person in a red sweater and short red skirt wit long black hair, red lipstick an a sexy face was in their bathroom on their phone using an app called “instaglam”. For some reason their name was “Nasty Nina ” so it’s obvious their name was Nina.
Nina: oh wow. Of course. *looks at the trending board* looks like big butts aren’t going out of style anytime soon. So typical. So dumb... Sooo... gonna do it anyway. Ehahahaha *Nina turns around wit their pretty big butt facing the mirror takin’ a pic with their tongue barley poking out their lips* say booty *snap* there we go. Ooh, I look nice. Hashtag bootylicious. Hmmm. I just got this app the other day. And I’ve only used it to look at stuff... *got a sweat drop on their head an their eyes closed* also I’ve got like 3 followers for absolutely no reason. Mmm. Couldn’t hurt to post.
*hits the share button*
Nina: welp. It’s done now. Sheesh I’m sleepy. I’m gonna head to bed. *yawn*
The next morning Nina wakes up with their ass up and their face down in a big bread emoji pillow. *VRRRRR!!! VRRRRR!!!!* Nina’s phone goes off, to wake them up.
Nina: mmmm. I hate mornings... *turns off the alarm* YAAAWWNNN!!!! Hm? I got notifications on instaglam. Huh?! *sees in the corner of the notification 900+* n-no way... this has gotta be a joke right? I just made one post... *pushes the notifications and over nine hundred of them are likes*
Holy crap! *opens the phone and starts looking at the likes and comments* there’s like 500 comments on here. What?! *looks surprised*
“Damn.. Nice ass”
“Now that’s a booty”
“Forget a booty. That’s a donk!”
“I wanna do somethin’ “Nasty” to “Nina’s” butt 😋”
*Nina started blushing* wow... this is kind of embarrassing... these guys really are blunt. But I wouldn’t mind I guess. What’s this? *looks at another comment*
“You should go live and show us that fat booty of yours some time”
Nina: go live? Like livestream? These people really like me. I’ll think about it... maybe after lunch.
*a few hours later Nina started eating a pizza they ordered, with garlic, peppers, extra cheese spicy chicken n a whole bunch a other stuff*
Nina: time to dig in! Omp! *Nina bit into the first slice with their face stuffed with stuffed crust.* time to pig out. Omph ommm! Homp! *Nina just ate slice after slice barley even chewing* oh god! I love me some pizzaaaa!!! *Nina ate as much as they could without takin’ a break. In a few minutes the whole pie was gone* that was amazing! I loved it! *Gulp!* my tummy’s all poked out now. Hopefully it’ll go down in a little bit. I know. *drinks some soda* UUURRRP! Much better. Okay. It’s just about time for me to go live on instaglam. GURGLEEEEE!!!! I might regret it later, but I don’t right now. *grabs a pair of galaxy style Leggings* time to put these babies on. *Nina took off their skirt and put on their leggings. Although it was kinda difficult with their ass being so big.* mumps! *pouts* why do I have to be so dummy thicc? **thoomp!** *their butt finally sank into the leggings* phew! There. That wasn’t that bad UWU
*Nina set their phone down on a stand ready for their live.*
Okay so how does this work? *pushed a button* loading? That’ll take forever. I guess I should just practice then. *Nina turns around showing their big round ass to the camera* let’s get this show on the road. *Nina starts squishin’ their ass cheeks together left n right, poking at it wit er fingers, wobblin’ n jigglin’. like somebody put a bunch a jello in a balloon.* I feel like that little teen that watched those how to twerk videos when no ones around. But I live by myself, so no worries. GURGLEEEE!!!! Shut. Up stomach.
*the live finally loads and gets some attention, Nina made sure their face wasn’t visible* hiiii!!!
Viewers: that’s what I like to see!
Back dat ass up! Mmmph! I need that ass in my life.
Nina: “thank you.” GURRGLEEEE!!! “Jesus Christ could you shut up?
Viewers: who are you talking to? What was that noise? Who cares?! Look at that butt!
Nina: *thinks to themself* “maybe if I just ignore it, it’ll go away.” *gets embarrassed and blushes*
Viewers: you’ve got a really great butt! How soft is it? Squish eeit!!!
Nina: okay. If you say so. *squeezed their fat ass in front of the phone* how’s that? *PRRRRRRRBBBBBBPPPPP!!!!!! Let’s out a huge poot by accident.* hngh?!
Viewers: what was that noise? Was that your mouth. Did you just fart? Shawty just pooted!
Nina: *starts to look nervous and sweats a little bit.* hahaha... come on guys... obviously that was my mouth *PRRRRBBBBPPP!!! Blows a raspberry * see?
Viewers: you got jokes. Lol. You’re funny. Lmfao. Alright, ya got me.
Nina: *thinking* holy shit that was loud! The pizza’s making my stomach act up already? I don’t think I can keep this up. I got more on the way and I’m not gonna be able to hold it back anymore. Oh wait, I know. maybe I can turn the volume down. *Nina grabs their phone turning to the side with their ass still to the cam* almost got it. *grabs their phone just to turn up the volume by accident* crap! I hit the wrong button! *GRRROOAAAAANNNN!!!*
Oh no, I can’t hol- *PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRAAAAAAAABBBBBPPPPP!!!!* *Nina’s ass exploded with a huge blast of gas*
Viewers: WTF?! I knew it! Nina cut the cheese!
Nina: ah! *turns off the phone* OMG, no! I can’t believe that happened. *BBBRRRRRPPPPP!!! Covers their ass after another huge fart * ugh! How long is this gonna-*FRRRRPPPPP!!!!* take!?
Hours later after their little gas time. Nina laid on their bed super embarrassed.
Nina: oh god. How will I ever live this down? Thousands of viewers just saw me fart on them. *puts a pillow over their face* BWAAAAAUUUUUUUUHHH!!!! *lets out a muffled cry in their pillow*
*after a few good day of staying off social media, Nina kinda moped around a bit and got back to regular life, still kinda bored*
Vrrrp vrrrp!!! *Nina’s phone went off* hm? What is it?! *Nina’s messages on their phone were from Instaglam and they could see the text from right there on the lock screen*
Text: Nina, comeback! Don’t be embarrassed. It happens to everyone. We love you! Who doesn’t fart? Even you’re farts are sexy! Go back to live! Rip ass on my face! I’ll pay a thousand bucks for that! That was so fuckin’ hot! Please do it again! Please!
Nina: you guys really liked that? *opens their phone and records themself* hey guys. I know what I did on live was super grody. But a lot of you guys seem to like it. So... ummm *blush* if you want more. Push the peach for yes and tap the x for no. *finishes recording herself*
Not even a minute later 600 people voted for da peach.
Nina: well. Okay. You guys asked for it. *Nina looked away as they lowered their phone to their huge butt blushing super hard with her legs up ready to let one loose*
*PRRROOOOOPPPPLLLLBBBBB!!!!*
The end

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Past story - the cinema






Most of the time, my accidents are planned from the start, but sometimes, because I am so busy, I get a genuine need to go when I am in the middle of something. Sometimes I hold it until later, sometimes I am forced to go to the toilet normally, and other times, I create a scenario in my current situation.
An example of the latter is when I was with my boyfriend in the cinema, back when I was 19. (I only saw him for a few months, then we split up. I have only had 2 boyfriends, and I’m still single at the moment.)
I felt the need to go as we were watching a film, so I decided to go there in the seat. But I still had to plan somewhat. I decided I wouldn’t stay in the seat long, and it was a cinema that I had been to many times so I knew how many cubicles there were in the toilet. It is always a worry when planning a public toilet cleanup that a cubicle is available in the toilet at the moment I need it.
So anyway, on this occasion, I was wearing a dress with no tights, as it was summer, and white cotton underwear. I felt the urgency, and I should have realised that the feeling was different, but I didn’t at the time. You know when you get THAT feeling? The sinking, the warm flush in your stomach? I got that. All the signs were there that this wasn’t going to be a normal poo. I ignored them, and it made for one of my best experiences. Terrifying at the time, I was only going out with this guy for about a month at the time. I thought it would be just another semi soft movement that would sit nicely in my pants until I got to the toilet.
So when the need came on strong, I leaned forward slightly in my seat and started to fill my underwear. I didn’t even need to push, it was coming out without any effort. Another warning sign that I ignored! Instead of coming out slowly, it ran out, wet and abrupt, and partially filled the back of my pants, as I was sitting quite firmly in the seat. For a moment it felt like it shot up my back, the warm feeling extended from my bottom up through my spine.
It was far messier than I had hoped, and I could smell it straight away, so I stood immediately. I could feel it was incredibly wet, and I worried about it escaping my pants, running down my legs, even staining my light coloured dress. Also I didn’t go completely, I only let a little bit out but it was enough to partially fill my underwear.
I was wearing a casual dress that was fairly light and thin, so I was worried about it seeping through the dress, which was a white/blue colour. As I stood I felt it splat down and sag my pants down slightly (not out of my dress, but from the back part of my pants to the bottom as I stood up). I firmly held on to the rest of it, and dashed to the toilet, without even saying a word to my boyfriend!
When I got to the toilet, another film had just finished, and, my nightmare scenario, all the cubicles were in use. I stood in the wet mess in a mad panic, waiting for a cubicle. I didn’t have long to wait, but it seemed far longer than what I actually waited. Luckily, waiting in a toilet with filled pants is not too bad, the smell could be coming from any of the other girls in the toilets, so I don’t think it could be pinpointed.
When a toilet was free, I rushed in, pulled my dress up over my head, and pulled down my underwear. They were pretty messy, but it didn’t overspill, and luckily, it didn’t stain my skirt. I emptied out my pants and sat on the toilet to get rid of the rest of the near-diarrhea. It shot out of me quickly, splashing loudly in the toilet. I farted uncontrollably a few times during it, and I knew other girls could probably hear, but I didn’t care. As I sat there, emptying my body of the rest of the mess, I inspected my underwear.
My pants were ruined. It was only a little bit that came out, but it was still a decent amount, and as my pants were white, they looked utterly ruined. The back was heavily wet and stained, and when I stood that made the mess worse. For such a small amount of mess, it was surprising just how stained my underwear was. It was showing through my pants too, as a big brown stain shining through. I just hoped so hard that it didn’t show through my dress.
I spent a good 20 minutes clawing at my pants with the thin toilet paper to try and clean them up as best as I could. I had spare pants, but they were in my bag, which I had abandoned at my seat when I fled. I even had to make a glove of toilet paper to ‘squeeze’ my pants to soak up the mess!
By the time I got back to my boyfriend, at least 25 minutes had passed, so he was worried. I whispered that I had an upset stomach. He didn’t ask any more questions. So I sat there for the rest of the film, in soiled knickers, hoping that sitting down on my dress wouldn’t leave a brown stain on them, until after it he drove me home. I made the excuse that I had tons of uni work to do, so he didn’t come in, so I went home and showered, relieved that I had gotten away with it. My dress was slightly stained on the inside only, and it wasn’t visible through the outside.
Surprisingly, both my underwear and my dress washed ok without leaving any stains. Well, it took a few washes for the pants to wash out completely stain-free!

Monday, December 2, 2019

Bianca and various






Bianca

Suggestions

To Grace: Here's a good suggestion for the fear of clogging someone's toilet with a poop. You can take a pear of disposable gloves to wear for protection so if the poop is too big, you can discretely break it up. I used to have large poops in the past, but not anymore. I believe I sometimes broke them up by wearing a plastic bag as a glove. Last night while I slept with my vintage 1988 rag doll, I didn't have any poops which is typical for me. However, as is the case a lot of the times, I had a load after breakfast. This one felt medium, and semi chunky. Anyway, I hope my tips above help you out, and can be useful for others. Here's another quick account. Once when my brother and I were young, my brother was sick on the floor at a babysitter's house. He was taken to the bathroom which from what I remember was small with one toilet, a sink, and tub. Bye everyone!


Friday, November 01, 2019


Optional Dev

' J New Survey'



It is former optional person here again to answer a survey. I felt i could actually answer this one. Again, much love to Catherine. You were always my fav poster. warmed my heart to see you back.

1.What consistency is your poo, hard dry, just right smooth,sloppy,water

2.were are the places you have pooped

3.how long can you hold your poop once u feel the urge to go

4.have you ever had an accident if so how many and tell a brief story about it

5.is your BMS smelly

6.is Ur BMS noisey

7.do u have a problem pooping in public toilets

8. Do u have a problem pooping outside if Ur desperate

1. Most of the time they are either sloppy or smooth-ish.
2. Home and college.
3. When I was younger I could pretty much constipate myself pretty easily. Though it is harder now, I can still do it when I don't want to go for whatever reason.
4. I just remember taking a walk in the neighborhood as a young kid. The urge to poop hit and I started rushing home and I went up a steep hill and ( splat) diarrhea filled my pants and I had to walk like that the rest of the way home and tell my mom what happened.
5. they smell a little, but it isn't a strong smell and it doesn't really linger. Which I hate. I want to blow up a bathroom one day. I need to eat better really.
6. Mine do like the crackle and squeak when they come out and plop on in.
7. Yes and No. If I am with someone I know who is a guy, or my mom, I wont poop in public, but if I am by myself or with women who can't go in there, then I will do it.
8. I pooped outside a couple times once. Its not that I have a problem with it, just not many places to do it.



LC

@Grace / Toilet Clogging

Grace,

Thanks for the candor on toilet clogging. I, too, share your interest and sense of pride relating to that act. It's a pretty common occurrence for me as well. I've found that this is also the case with other big poopers I've met over the years, regardless of gender.

I was good friends with a couple girls in highschool that used to brag it to each other all the time. They mentioned some inuendo about it one day as one returned from the bathroom in between classes. I picked up on it, and made a joking comment about enjoying her time. As it turned out, she was not bashful to describe the preceding events as she detected my mutual interest. She let us know her two big ones disabled the toilet and engulfed the school restroom in her scent. Later, the other one mentioned that she had a three flusher at home over the weekend and stunk her brother and his friend out of the upstairs area of the house near the bathroom. These were just a couple of quite a few stories I heard from them. The first also would let some SBDs go in class sometimes and they were powerful. No one would guess it was her, usually some nearby dude would get blamed. Later, she'd laugh as she confessed her act to us.

I was also an athlete through highschool and college. I had a couple teammates take dumps so big on some road trips that the blockage eventually caused plumbing issues for the greater building system. These were older hotels in small towns that hadn't had their systems fully modernized. The system had to be temporarily taken offline to resolve the issues. Obviously, that was a great source of shared humor among us and kind of made them legends in a certain respect. It definitely seems more common for guys to let each other know about their handy work.

As for me, the overall size / volume comes from caloric requirements. I eat about 4000 calories on most days to support my training volume; I'm still a competitive amateur athlete. I read your other stories, not are if this is TMI, but mine are different than yours. Mine tend to be a large volume of semi-soft thick pieces that cover most of the surface area of the water. I go daily for the most part and it only takes a minute or so to go. It looks like I evacuate the entire contents of my bowels because the form in the water reflects that. Clogs occur just due to the amount, like the toilet can't finish it's flush and get choked up. So a lot of partial clogs, I usually wipe after the first flush. Our home toilet has a larger opening and can be held down like strong commercial toilets for a longer flush. Usually two flushes does the job completely. Other toilets usually are left in some state of partially working, if there aren't the necessary tools to restore order. I know most folks probably don't enjoy walking into that so I do my best to make sure the toilet is returned to working order, multiple flushes, mercy flushes mid poop, etc. if I'm out public. It sounds like yours are so big that there is no hope until they soften up. Amazing.

I have lots of stories of both me, friends, and instances where I discovered the aftermath. I am happy to share if you or anyone else is interested.

Anyway, thanks for sharing, definitely lots of other people with similar interests, at least from my experience.

Do you know any friends who are also big poopers / toilet cloggers? I know you mentioned your mom and brother. How do those conversations go?

LC


Catherine

Replies

Victoria B: I am so happy that you are continuing your education! I know it's off topic, but what are your career goals? Also, how has your diet change going? You don't seem to talk about being constipated anymore! I love your posts and I hope that you are finding love, happiness and fulfillment in life. And, I'm anxious to hear more about you and Robyn. I hope to share more stories, as life happened last week!

Kathleen: Thank you for your kind words! I enjoy your posts and I look forward to hearing more!

Optional Person: I didn't think you were around anymore! I hope that you are well.

Grace: I've been an extra-large pooper my whole life, and since my preteen years, in a healthy, regular way. It's OK to poop big and if you find the right person, they might actually be interested in your bowel habits!

Love to all!

Catherine!


J
Catherine

Optional Person's Survey

1. What draws you to your own poop smell? I like the fact that it is a healthy smell, as opposed to an eggish smell or a rancid, decaying flesh smell. The former I associate with diarrhea and the latter with constipation. At the same time, I think that bowel health and diet can contribute to noxious smelling poop, even if you are regular.

2. Are you embarrassed when others smell your poop smell? Maybe slightly. It depends on who they are. But then, strangely, I find it a little exhilarating when others know what I've done.

3. What foods make your poop smell the strongest? Spicy foods.

4. If you had to use a verb or a type of food or any other thing to describe your smell, how would you describe your smell? I'm not sure. It smells like healthy poop. Maybe it's on the level of a good meatloaf, but not exactly...

5. Is their a certain food or beverage that makes the poop smell like the food or beverage itself? No..

6. Do you have a story when you may have been ridiculed for your smell? No.

7. Is there any emotional attachment to your smell at all? I don't think so. It just helps me to know that I'm healthy!

I hope that's helpful!

Catherine!


Ronette

How I sliced my posterior

The other day in the locker room me and my friend Maghen had just gotten done with our drills in swimming class. We showered and were sitting, toward one another on the wooden bench in the locker room as we dried our hair and the rest of our bodies. I didn't mean to but suddenly as I was drying my legs I let out a vicious fart. I knew I had at least 2 days of crap in me, but there was only 2 minutes according to my phone left until the passing period so I turned quickly to grab clothing from my locker. As I was pulling the wad of clothing down, I dropped my undies and was fumbling to pick them up. My posterior was close to Maghen's face. She said "OMG, did you sit on a f#####' knife?" She had seen the 4-inch scare on my left butt side. I quickly told her that I had torn my skin open and bled when I was pushing harder and shifting my weight on the toilet I had been using at the R subway terminal downtown.

It was about 5 p.m. well after school. I had stayed an extra half hour to re-do a science lab and I quickly ducked into the bathroom afterwards for a pee. After buying a 20 ounce soda from the machine in the school lobby, I took the bus down to the subway station. I had about 2 hours of work to do at the central library downtown, and I expected the caffeine to keep me at least somewhat alert. The fact that I was going on 3 days of constipation didn't help either. The slowness of the stop-and-go of a rush hour bus bored me and caused me to down my drink faster than normal. By the time the bus finally pulled up to R station, I had to pee a little again and I was feeling some activation in my bowels.

My phone told me I had a 20 minute wait for the grey line so I went downstairs to where the public toilets are. There were 4 toilets, 3 with privacy doors. I went in, shut the door, dropped my book bag, took down my panties, hiked my skirt and took an inconsequential pee. I released more gas as I looked ahead of me and some really gross gang graffiti on the metal door. It was obvious that earlier versions had been partially cleaned over and the dim light caused me to squint hard as I tried to make sense of some of the slurs. I was encouraged as my bowels started to activate. I dropped my panties to the floor and opened my legs wider to make the descent as easily as possible. I think I started by dropping at least 3 small balls of crap that came fast. Then a larger one splashed my underside and I remembered that I hadn't flushed before I sat. I could only hope that the urine from earlier users was not on my underside.

Then the desperate part came. The real ring-stretcher that I knew I was going to have to give an extra physical effort to. I checked my phone and found I was 10 minutes from train time, I wanted to accelerate the process no matter how much it hurt. Knees together with my hands wrapped around them. Throwing my body forward and trying to rock the crap out. The ring stretcher was slowly coming, but I was getting more restless. After giving myself a 3-count, I forced my legs even wider and at the same time slid myself farther back on the seat. It might have taken 4 or 5 minutes of pushing and I was increasingly sweating, so much so that I grabbed of some toilet paper to wipe off my face. Almost out, I thought, as the stretching pain started to lesson. Finally relief! I slid back on the seat even more for two reasons. I wanted to drop the toilet paper into the bowl. Most importantly, though, I wanted to see the prize between my legs.

Then I got a really sharp pain under where I was sitting on my left side. I seemed like I had connected with a piece of a rock or broken glass. I shouted out something, but don't remember what as I jumped up from my seat, put my left hand back there, felt around causing more pain, and then inspected my hand which had a little flesh and a lot more blood on it. So I turned around, looked over the seat that had a 4-inch or larger open crack on it. I used the light on my phone to illuminate it more, including a small piece of my skin stuck to it. I shot a close-up of the crack, and also of my huge crap, half of which was protruding out of the water. I spent a couple of minutes dabbing blood off my cut. Finally the bleeding stopped and I pulled up my panties. No way I was going to flush the toilet because some plunging or a roto-job was going to be needed. I didn't feel bad about that job, however. Of course I had missed my train and I had to stand for the next one to arrive. I also stood during the trip to the library because I didn't want to make my wound worse.

I moved a padded chair over to my computer at the library and completed my project. I texted mom about what happened and she gave me the insurance information so I could stop at a minor medical place on my way home. I did. The doctor gave me a prescription for any inflection and bandaged it up. It was a woman and she was empathetic, although she asked me about why I wasn't taking a laxative when constipated. At home there was less empathy. Mom emphasized that it was a $300 bill (80% paid by insurance) but that I shouldn't be using subway toilets, that I should be using seat tissues to cover the seat, and that if I had taken a laxative pill the night before, I would have had my bowel movement that morning before school. I guess I can't argue with any of that. But nobody's perfect.


Grace

Halloween Bomb

Hi all, it's me again with another story. This one takes place on Halloween back in early high school. I was babysitting for some friends, taking care of their two kids. I really needed to take a dump, but I couldn't find a plunger in their house and didn't want to leave it clogged for them to find later. However I couldn't just leave the kids unattended to go find a public one. I held it and then had the genius idea to ask to use a random person's bathroom while the kids were trick or treating. It wasn't ideal, because I would still feel bad clogging someone's toilet, but at least this way it would be a stranger's rather than a friend. At the third or fourth house, a nice young lady answered the door. I asked her if I may use her restroom. She was more than happy to oblige. By the time she showed me to the bathroom, I was bursting to drop this dump. I sat down and shot out a big banana sized log. Three more followed. I didn't even try to flush, I just wiped a few times and made a quick escape. Later that night, I started to feel really bad that I had bombed this poor unsuspecting person's toilet.

Do you think I should have done something differently? I didn't have a ton of options but still feel bad. I would love to hear back.

All the best!
Grace


Leg of Zelda

refried beans, and tacos

Hi, I was working the other day, and went to get a drink, and low and behold... a table full of taco ingredients! So I figured id go after it. made 3 tacos with all the trimmins! ????mmy! I put a ton of refried beans on one of them. and not 20 mins later i felt a rumbly in my ????bly. Off to the toilet i went. I sat down and began reading a few stories.. and nnnggguh! no plops just water being displaced i guess. then someone else came in and sat down and ripped a huge fart followed by a crackle plop combo. well i finnished got up and saw a LOG wheeew is stank! so i flushed and the high powered toilet could not handle the refried beans. so i rushed out of there! while others where in there. hope you enjoied my tacos like o did!
Bye


Marie

Reply to Kenzie

Hi Kenzie welcome to the website! Going potty in the car is pretty awesome! But before asking your brother if you can go in his car, I think you should try going in another special place like a closet or basement so you can get familiar with it so you are able to go.

-Marie :)


BRANDY

Pooping with a stranger at target




So today I was at target and as I got in the store I really badly needed to poop so as I was making my way into the bathroom a very attractive target employee was also. The girl was about 5 foot 5 had brown shoulder length hair and a very curvy butt. She was wearing black slacks and a red target shirt. She was absolutely gorgeous. As we walked into the ladies room I stopped by the sinks
to check my makeup and the associate made her way into the stall. As I was looking in the mirror I could see the employee whose name appeared to be megan in the reflection. The crack between the door of the stall also provided me with a pretty nice view of megan she had just sat down the black slacks she had been wearing were lowered to her knees and her curvy figure rested slightly over the edge of the toilet bowl. Her hands were placed one on each hip. And the red target shirt sat nicely on her pale white hips. I finished up with my makeup took one last look in the mirror and made my way into my stall and sat on the toilet in a way similar to megan. The room was then silent for a few moments, the silence was broken as my pee began to tinkle in the water beneath me. Megan remained quiet. Just as my pee was finishing megan let a bowl echoing fart escape from her and began to tinkle. Megan had been mid pee when I let out a fart of my own the fart was followed by a crackle and then to my surprise my first turd hit the water below with a plop. Megan's stall was quiet, at this point my second turd came quickly and fell into the bowl just as the first one had. Megan than farted again and with a crackle two turds plopped into her bowl. I began to pee again and as I was peeing another turd crackled out of me and into the bowl. Megan let out two more small tooty farts and two more turds plopped into her bowl. The smell at this point was pretty bad but I knew I had a little left. A few moments of silence pass then I hear megan reach for some toilet paper me thinking she was done was surprised to hear her start peeing again as she was still peeing I heard a turd crackling out of her and as the pee finished Megan's turd plopped into the bowl under her. She didnt wipe right after this so maybe she wasnt quite done or maybe she wanted a few more relaxing minutes, either way more was coming on my side. I farted a few small airy farts and released the last few turds that were still inside me. I than reached for some toilet paper myself and began wiping from a seated position. Before I got up off the toilet I took one last look at my pale white hips sitting there I heard megan began peeing again as two final turds simultaneously crackled and plopped into her bowl. I heard her fart a few more times, as she was beginning to wipe I pulled up my pants and made my way over to the sinks to wash up. I took one last look at megan in the mirrors reflection and saw that she to was a seated wiper. I exited the bathroom and made my way through the store to pick up the things I needed. I ran into megan one last time before I left she just happened to be the cashier on duty we had some small talk about our day but she had no idea that 20 mins earlier we shared a moment that I will remember for a long time. I told megan good day and made my way to my car to head home.

That was my story I have one more about me and megan I will share on another day hope you all like this one.


Kathleen
Hi again. Today I'd like to respond to several posts on here before I share a few stories of my own.

Grace: I enjoyed reading your re-introduction because it reminded me a lot of my own story. I'm also a big pooper, although from the sounds of it, even during my heyday I wasn't quite as prodigious as you and your mom are; I'm also unsure as to where my "big pooper genes" (if there even is such a thing, haha) came from, as growing up no one in my family pooped as big as me.

Currently my own poops have mellowed somewhat as I've gotten older, but they're still pretty sizable. But when I was a teen and even in/after college into my early 20s, I could really fill a toilet good. I related to what you said about preferring to go at school, as I too tried as much as possible to do that in high school. I don't remember ever blocking a school toilet, but going poop at home almost inevitably meant using the plunger after.

My girls seem to be taking after me in that department, too. Lynne poops a lot, but because it's usually a lot of small soft pieces, it flushes much easier than a single solid turd would, so she almost never clogs the toilet but sometimes needs a second flush. Julie, on the other hand, is definitely the pooping queen of our family, even though she's only 11. She poops twice a day and each time it's about the same size as my once-a-day poop. If she were to be a once-a-day girl she'd be a serial toilet clogger for sure.

Catherine: Glad to see you're back. Having read some of the back pages of the forum, your posts were some of my favorites. It's good to hear things are going well with you and your family too.

Reese: My girls often come home from school desperate to pee, and sometimes they need to poop then too, but not usually. They just go at school if they need to. I have many more stories about them and I'll keep sharing them. You also asked what my girls are like, so I'll briefly describe them.

Julie is 11 years old, about 5 feet tall and weighs about 95 pounds. She has hazel eyes and medium-length strawberry blonde hair. Her typical hair style is what I'd describe as "vintage curls." She's moderately athletic, and likes to play soccer with her friends when the weather permits, though she's not on the team at school - she just plays for fun.

Lynne is 13 years old, about 5 foot 1 tall and weighs about 100 pounds. She has blue eyes and brunette hair which she usually styles in French braids. She's more of a homebody, preferring to stay indoors and read a book, if given the opportunity. She's also getting to the age where she's starting to be very insecure and self-conscious about her appearance, particularly because she's a "late bloomer" so to speak and she thinks she has a huge butt, though I disagree.

Anyway, that's about enough of that. On with my stories. I'll start with one from a few months ago. Lynne, Julie, and I were at the mall, shopping at JCPenney's for back-to-school clothes for them. They were both in the dressing rooms and I started to have to pee. I told them I'd was going to the bathroom and I'd be right back. But Lynne told me she had to go too, if I wouldn't mind waiting just a minute. Then Julie said she did also, so I decided since I didn't have to go that badly, I'd wait and we'd all go together.

A few minutes later they finished up, though none of the outfits they tried on were "winners" yet. The closest bathroom ended up being the family one, so we went there. I saw the door was locked and marked "occupied" so we waited. After a bit, I was debating trying to find a different bathroom, but soon the bathroom unlocked and a woman and her young son, probably about four, came out. He proudly announced to us (complete strangers, mind you) that "Me and Mommy went poo-poo", and his poor mother just went beet red and hurried him away, quietly reprimanding him, saying that was private information and he shouldn't talk about it in public.

We all went in to the bathroom and there was a slight smell of poop in the air, but I'm not sure if I'd have noticed it if not primed by the little boy. I told the girls I only had to pee, so they could go first if they wanted. There were two toilets, one low to the ground for children and one normal height. There was a thin stall divider separating them, to which the toilet paper holders were bolted, but it looked like if you were sitting on the adult toilet, the child's toilet would still be mostly in view. Lynne and Julie both sat on the toilets. Julie also only had to pee, so she finished quickly, and I took her place. She had been sitting on the low child's toilet, and sitting on it was uncomfortable and awkward for me, but I eventually managed to get in a good position and had a much needed pee myself.

Meanwhile, Lynne was pooping, her usual fare of lots of splashes and plops. If I'd thought the room smelled a bit of poop of before, it definitely did now! She pooped pretty much continuously for several minutes, then sat in silence for another minute or two before wiping herself and then flushing the toilet. We all washed our hands and left the bathroom to return to shopping.

A few days ago, I was cleaning the bathroom when Julie came in and sat on the toilet and started pooping. She started off with a loud bassy fart and then let out several long turds. Each one crackled loudly as it came out, then landed in the water with a faint plip sound. I kept on cleaning the rest of the bathroom while she pooped. It was actually kind of bad timing, as I just cleaned the toilet before she started, but, hey, what can you do? You gotta go when you gotta go, right? I finished cleaning and put away everything except what I needed to clean the toilet, by which point Julie was in the middle of wiping. She flushed and looked in the bowl and then reached for the toilet brush but I told her it was no problem, I'd take care it as I cleaned the toilet. She'd really left a lot of skidmarks in the bowl, much more than usual.

Okay, one last story for today. Julie has a friend named Cassie who hangs out at our house a lot. Naturally, this means she poops here a lot, but she never flushes the toilet afterwards. I'm pretty sure it's on purpose too, not because she forgets, and I also think she does it to "show off" her poops or something, because her toilet paper is always wadded up and placed off to one side of the bowl, so her logs are in full view. I don't want to potentially embarrass her by asking about it, but I don't mind at all. It's not like it's hard for me to flush a toilet, and I'm just glad her bowels are healthy.


Victoria B.

Responses

Hey!

I'm pretty busy with midterms but managed to put the books down for long enough to make a quick post!

To Catherine: Happy birthday old friend! I've missed you around here! Chloe and Zoe got a great mom when the adoption went through and I'm sure your son agrees. What else is new with you? I finished college and am now in my second year of grad school here in the Midwest. It might even snow this week and I am NOT ready. Thanks for doing my survey, too! Can't wait to hear those stories you mentioned!

To Grace: I've been a terror to plumbing since I was a little girl and I'd estimate my lifetime number of plugged toilets somewhere around 100. I know your struggle and I'm here with you!

Love,
Victoria


Optional Dev

Hi everyone and smell survey

Hi this is optional person. I am now Optional Dev. I am 26 and I am tall like 6 feet. I am a guy. People compliment me on my curly hair, I missed you all. I understand why my posts haven't gotten through though.

I wanted to say hi to Catherine, Brittany B. and Arianna, your stories have all made me very happy over the time you've all been posting on the forum.

Here is the deal with me. I do poop. But I don't understand why. I am not very healthy. I don't eat a lot of vegetables and I eat a lot of fast food and cafeteria food since I am in college.
My dumps typically are either a easy to pass log or hardly any poop at all. But I never feel constipated and it happens so fast that its hard to write about.

I notice that Catherine, Arianna and some others like their own smell. So, I have a survey based on this fact.


1. What draws you to your own poop smell?

2. Are you embarrassed when others smell your poop smell?

3. What foods make your poop smell the strongest?

4. If you had to use a verb or a type of food or any other thing to describe your smell, how would you describe your smell?

5. Is their a certain food or beverage that makes the poop smell like the food or beverage itself?

6. Do you have a story when you may have been ridiculed for your smell?

7. Is there any emotional attachment to your smell at all?

I don't make a strong enough smell to answer this survey, but i hope you all find some use in answering this and find it interesting.


Pat

Doctor pooping

I was at the hospital the other day to get some tests done and after they were completed, I had to pee, so on my way down the hallway of this hospital, I came to a couple of unisex bathrooms. I try the door on the first one and it's locked. I then try the next one and the door opens to a middle-aged brunette lady with shoulder length hair who apparently was a doctor, guessing from the white lab coat she was wearing that was hitched up around her waist along with her skirt with her pantyhose and white panties pulled down to just above her knees. She was wearing white high-heeled shoes and was leaning forward on the seat with her fingers intertwined together. She didn't get panicked, she just looked up from the seat with a matter of fact of expression and it's a matter of fact tone told me "I'm sorry, I just had a very sudden emergency and rushed in here I must have forgotten to lock the door. I could hear the plop-plop of falling feces into the water beneath her as she spoke, followed by a short fart. I apologized and as I shut the door she called "just give me a few minutes and I'll be finished in here with this." I then heard another fart before the door latch to all the way shut. She was true to her word, I heard her wiping shortly thereafter and then getting up, pulling up her underpants and then flushing the toilet before washing her hands at the sink. She then came out and smiled and I apologize once more. She replied "No need, I'm the one that didn't lock the door and besides having a good bowel movement is a normal part of our lives as healthy humans and nothing to be ashamed of. Take it from a gastroenterologist like me. Have a nice day." She then smiled and walked off, the sound of her heels clicking on the hard for the hallway still audible after she had gone around the corner. I went into the restroom lock the door. She must have taken a big dump as it were still brown streaks in the bowl along with the fairly pungent odor of poop still hanging in the air. She was the specialist, so she said that it was a healthy bowel movement, then it must have been.


Taylor T

To Christy

I've had diarrhea at school a few times but I'll share my "worst" one. So I was in the 3rd grade and I remember being out for about a week with the stomach bug, it was so bad and I came back the Monday next week and I did not enjoy it. It was around 9:30 and I was in the History part of my class. My stomach twisted a bit and I let out a silent fart that stunk so badly, luckily I was in the back of the room so nobody really noticed. I asked my teacher if I could go and she allowed me so I remember casually walking to the door but once I shut the door I ran down the hall to the bathroom and taking the first stall. I also remember the diarrhea just shooting out of my bum into the toilet, it took me about 10 minutes to get it all out and it took me around 5 minutes to wipe because the toilet paper was terrible.

Just a few questions for you Christy:

How old are you?
What is your body structure like: Skin color, weight/ height, hair color
What is your ideal dump: how big are they, how long does it take you, in public, where you put your pants at (knees or ankles)
Sorry I know they are weird questions but I want to get an idea of what you look like lol!


Taylor

Mirror poop

To Victoria B - I guess I'm a morning pooper? I go twice a day, once in the morning and again in the evening about 7pm-ish. My morning poops are always larger and I think it's because I only have a small lunch but a big dinner, which gets digested overnight.

I have never used a bathroom before with a mirror… until today! Your post reminded me that there was some toilets in the market hall that had been renovated earlier this year and they all had mirrors on the door. I just had to use them.

I got up and went through my usual morning routine, showering, eating breakfast etc but I avoided sitting on the toilet. I even managed not to pee in the shower which is a miracle with the water flowing over me. I left my apartment and by the time I made it into town I was desperate to empty both ends. I needed to find a toilet quickly or else I'd go in my knickers instead.

I made my way to the market hall and up the escalator to the toilets on the second floor. They are unisex toilets with a sort of waiting area I guess, there's nothing except a mirror on the wall, and along one side are five stalls. Brick walls going to the ceiling separating them and full size wooden doors. It reminded me of my bathroom at home. Inside there is a toilet, a sink and a hand drier. Oh and of course, a full length mirror on the door! Only one "stall" was occupied so I went into the one nearest to the door and locked the door behind me. I wriggled out of my tight jeans and pulled them down to my calves and then lowered my thong to my jeans as I sat down. It was rather strange seeing myself sat on the toilet, being able to see all the way down to my feet but it also really excited me.

I leaned forward and was looking at myself in the mirror, adjusting my hair while I waited for my body to take over. After a few seconds I felt my backdoor dome and I was gently stretched open by my poop making its way out. I could see a subtle expression change in the reflection, it wasn't much but I definitely reacted to the sensations I was feeling. I stayed relaxed as it came out and began peeing, my strong stream hissing against the front of the toilet. It felt wonderful. My poop broke off and I pushed out another log as I finished emptying my bladder.

Before wiping I stood up and had a peek in the bowl, seeing two fairly large logs sitting at the bottom of some rather yellow water. Not bad! I sat down and wiped my front before getting another two pieces to wipe my behind. Feeling nice and clean I pulled up my clothes as I stood and flushed before washing my hands. I've never had a sink inside the stall before but it was really nice. And the drier was amazing. It was so powerful I felt like it was going to rip my skin off. Not like those ones where it's the equivalent of a hamster blowing on your hands. I unlocked the door and left, my stall immediately being reoccupied by a young woman just entering the bathroom. It was a great start to the day.


Victoria B.

Multitasking

Hey!

I overslept today and came dangerously close to missing my morning class. Didn't even have time to shower! I was so rushed that I put my shirt on backwards over my bra and didn't notice until I'd gotten on my bike and started riding to campus! Before that happened though I had to poop and that meant getting a little outside the box. See, I also needed to brush my teeth. I decided to kill two birds with one stone by pooping and brushing at the same time.

Three medium-sized logs were pooped while teeth were brushed. When I needed to spit I just took pressure off my butthole, spread my thighs and did it into the bowl below. Normally I prefer to relax and take my time when it comes to number two but I didn't have a choice today and had to hurry things. I quickly wiped, flushed and bolted out my door to the elevator down. It was too close for comfort but I made to class on time!

Anyone else have stories about multitasking-brushing your teeth, hair, getting dressed, etc. on the toilet?

Love,
Victoria!


Abbie

Latest story

Hi everyone, I had a spare moment so thought I would post again with my latest news so sorry I haven't got round to writing for ages!
I've had a pretty good period constipation-wise recently, for the last couple of months I've been wanting a poo every other day, which for me is about as good as it gets, and I haven't had to push too hard which has been good. Unfortunately I've started to struggle again this last week or so, I don't think I've been drinking enough and have been eating rubbish which is probably making it worse. Last Friday Lucys cousin Lydia came round after school to stay the night, as usual Lucy was still at work when she arrived so it was just the 2 of us in the house. I'd had a tight feeling in my belly for a few hours and realised I was starting to want a poo, I thought back to when I'd last been and realised it was three days ago, so I knew I was probably going to struggle. We were upstairs sitting on my bedroom floor, Lydia was wearing her school skirt without tights and kept flashing her pink flowery knickers as she was shifting around, she suddenly clutched her belly and said, "I need to go for a poo, I'm really bursting, its gonna start poking out in my pants any second!" and got up to go into my ensuite. "Come on in so we can keep chatting!" she said, so I followed her in. She hiked up her skirt and lowered her knickers to her knees before sitting on the loo, she started to wee a heavy stream and sighed. "Actually I really wanted a wee too!" she said, as her stream finally started to slow down, it had been going for ages! As the final few dribbles were coming Lydia took a deep breath and started to bear down, I could tell she was pushing quite hard as she was starting to go red and she was screwing up her face, she was also grunting after each push. After a few more pushes she said, "Sorry, I've been a bit constipated lately, so it might take me a while, last time I went for a poo it was a big struggle to push it out!"
"Don't worry, I'm constipated too at the moment, I was gonna try and have a poo when your done only I haven't been for 3 days so I don't think I'm in for an easy time either!" I replied. Lydia carried on straining, by now she was bright red and looking really hot and bothered. "Are you still going for a poo at school?" I asked, to try and distract her. Lydias now in Year 12 and has actually moved to my old school for sixth form, so I was also interested in hearing how the toilet facilities were bearing up! Lydia paused and said, "Yeah, I normally use the English block loos when I want a poo, there the best ones I've found so far."
"Yeah, I always used to have a poo there as well!" I said. "Actually the last time I went for a poo was in those loos on Tuesday lunchtime, like I said though I had a hard time, I was on the loo for ages and I couldn't help grunting!" Lydia said. "I know what you mean," I replied, "I used to get embarrassed about going for a poo at school when I was constipated, I knew anyone else on the loo either side would be able to hear me sitting there grunting, though luckily sometimes I did hear other girls having a poo and making alot of noise as well!" "Actually I got lucky on Tuesday, I got a cubicle between 2 girls who were both having a poo as well so at least it wasn't just me, and the poor girl on my right sounded even more constipated than I was!" said Lydia. By now she had started bearing down again, she said, "I can get the tip out but it keeps going back up my bum when I stop pushing, its really annoying!" "I always get that problem whenever I'm constipated, it might help if you hold your bum cheeks apart and push for as long as you can," I said. Lydia nodded and reached round behind herself to hold her bum cheeks apart as I had suggested, she took and deep breath and started to push, she strained for as long as she could and then grunted as she released her breath, she took a really quick breath in and pushed again. By now my urge was starting to get stronger, I was clenching the muscles in my bum to stop the tip of a log from poking out into my knickers. After a few more massive pushes Lydia said, "Its out too far to get sucked back up, thank God, I'm just worried that its gonna get stuck now, I don't think I've ever had such a fat one!!" As Lydia kept straining I sat on my heel and started to jiggle about a bit. "Are you OK Abbie?" panted Lydia after another push. "Yeah, its just I'm really starting to want a poo now, its gonna come out in my knickers any minute!"
"Oh God, sorry, I'll be as quick as I can," Lydia said, as she bore down again. Luckily after a few more pushes I heard a splash and she said, "I've got the first log out, I think theres a bit more to come though!" She started to push again, I really hoped she wouldn't be much longer as I was finding it really hard to keep my poo in. After another minute or so Lydia was still pushing, she said, "I'm really sorry, I'm having another fat one, I might be a while longer yet!" I knew I was seconds away from having a log poking out and I could feel my knickers had gone up my bum so I knew I'd have no choice but to pull them down, as I lifted my denim skirt I said, "Sorry, I'm gonna have to pull my knickers down so they don't get dirty, as usual there stuck up my bum!" "Don't worry, I know the feeling, my pants always go up my bum too!!" Lydia said. I quickly lowered my red and blue stripey knickers to my knees and sat on the edge of the bath with my bum hanging over, I felt the tip of a gigantic log start to poke out and was resisting a massive urge to push. Lydia grunted loudly and shortly after there was a loud plop as her log dropped, followed by another couple of plops a few seconds later. "Right, I think I'm done!" she said, "I'll wipe standing up so you can get on the loo straight away!" She stood up and flushed and I swapped with her and sat on the loo, I moaned as I started to push and felt the log ease out really slowly. Lydia quickly wiped her bottom and I shifted forwards so she could throw the paper away. She pulled up her knickers, washed her hands and sat back on the floor. As usual when I'm a bit constipated I could feel that the log was really fat and hard and I knew I'd have to push for ages to get it to come. "I think I'm gonna have a really hard poo as well so sorry for all the grunting!" I said, and then started to do some big pushes, after a couple of minutes I could feel a rock hard poo stretching my bumhole, it felt absolutely huge!! As usual when I'm constipated I could feel it getting sucked back up when I stopped pushing so I knew I had no choice but to keep up the pressure, I couldn't help grunting loudly each time I pushed but luckily Lydia had had to do the same so it could have been worse! After about another 5 minutes of concentrated pushing I could feel the fattest part was through, I said "Well at least it isn't going back up my bum anymore, sorry, I'm having a really fat one too!" After a few more pushes I could feel the log sliding out and shortly after it splooshed down into the bowl, I moaned with relief but could feel there was more to come so kept straining and eventually I passed another couple of logs before feeling empty. I wiped my bottom, pulled up my knickers and flushed the loo, luckily it all went down! I washed my hands and then Lydia and I went back into the bedroom. Just then I heard someone coming up the stairs and Lucy came running in, she said, "I'm dying for a wee!" and quickly took off her black trousers before going into the ensuite wearing just her white knickers, I heard a massive stream starting up and huge moan of relief as she emptied her bladder. As her stream died away she took some loo paper and wiped her front before pulling up her knickers and coming back into the bedroom. Lucy got changed into jeans and a tee-shirt and Lydia put some leggings on, we went downstairs and ate pasta and garlic bread for tea and then went back up to get ready for bed and watch a film. It was really hot in my room as I can't seem to manage to adjust the radiator properly, I went for a wee and as I was on the loo I decided I was just going to wear knickers to bed. When I'd finished my wee and gone back into the bedroom I realised Lucy and Lydia had exactly the same idea as they had both undressed to their knickers too so I quickly did the same!! Lydia said, "Right, I'm just gonna clean my teeth," and she walked into the ensuite, her knickers had gone up her bum really badly and Lucy said, "Nice wedgie, Lydia!!" and she said, "Yeah, like I said to Abbie earlier my pants always go up my bum, I can't even be bothered to pull them out to be honest!!" As Lucy walked in to join her at the basin I noticed her knickers had gone up her bum as well, before either of us had chance to make a comment she said, "Oh great, my knickers are stuck up my bum as well, serves me right for saying anything!!" After they'd both cleaned their teeth Lucy said, "Actually I want a poo now, sorry if I delay the start of the film!" and with that she eased her knickers down to her thighs and sat on the loo. I heard a strong stream of wee splashing down into the bowl and Lucy groaning with relief, as the stream dribbled to a stop I saw her starting to bear down and knew she was pushing to get her poo to come. She said, "Sorry about this, I'm gonna have to grunt it out!" and she started to push really hard and made some loud grunts. She kept on pushing and was starting to go red. "Its coming," she panted, and I could hear some crackling as her log was on the way out, after a few minutes of really hard pushing there was a loud plop as her log dropped, Lucy heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Thank god that's out, I still need to do some more though," and I noticed she was bearing down again. Luckily her second log was a lot easier to pass, once that had splashed down into the bowl she said "Right, I've finished, I just need to wipe my bum," and she ripped off some loo roll. When she'd finished wiping she pulled her knickers up and flushed, before coming back into the bedroom. We put a film on and had a very relaxing evening after that! Thanks for reading, will try to post again soon, bye for now!!


J

New survey

1.What consistency is your poo, hard dry, just right smooth,sloppy,water

2.were are the places you have popped

3.how long can you hold your poop once u feel the urge to go

4.have you ever had an accident if so how many and tell a brief story about it

5.is your BMS smelly

6.is Ur BMS noisey

7.do u have a problem pooping in public toilets

8. Do u have a problem pooping outside if Ur desperate

My answers to the questions

1. My poops are usually really sloppy and water mixed

2.quite alot of different places. At school, at home , in public any shop or restaurant,

3.i can only hold mine about 10 minutes I have ibs and the urgency to go go is so difficult to hold

4.yes I've had many with the problem of me only being able to hold my poo for a few minutes I have had many but I'll quickly tell one
I was in year 4 and I really needed the toilet but was too shy to go at that age and the teacher was asking if I was ok at that moment I ended up popping my pants and going home it was really messy especially for the age i was

5.yes very Ive been out alot this past week and using public toilets and I smell up the whole bathroom grown men who go in there and take a poo can't even replace the smell I put in there

6.yes very I fart alot and theres alot of plops

7.i used to when I was little because I was embarrassed about my smelly poop but now that I'm abit older I know that if I ahev to go I have to go it's better to have and not need it than to not have it and need it

8.sometimes I'm abit worried incase I get spotted but if im desperate I will do it I really don't want to have that mess in my pants I usually use the park on my way home from school I've been caught 3 times in all my years doing it there and now that I know I usually have to go in the bushes there or behind a tree I've learnt and I take a plastic bag to school with me just so I can poop in it and the. Put it in the dig poo bin on my way home from school sometimes tho if I need the toilet and don't have the plastic bag and I'm not in the park I have to get sneaky and so once I was on the main road and sat on a bench and pulled my pants down discreetly and put my but of the edge and had to go there I was almost caught
I'm getting quite experienced at pooping outside now so I'm abit more comfortable with it


Vincene

Responses and a story

School Toilet Stories:

There must be several out there that can be shared. We're basically locked in under law and forced to use large bathrooms beginning at a young age and under adversarial circumstances. I had a change of attitude when I was 16, my parents moved to another city and I changed schools. I've written about some of my experiences. I have a new story below.

Type of Toilet Survey:

Public--I prefer the elongated bowl because they can take more crap due to their capacity. Most of them are older however and are getting fewer because they don't meet green environmental requirements. I will always take a black seat because its easier for me to see piss or something else on them as I get ready to plant my butt. I haven't lined the seat with toilet paper or used a seat cover since I was 16.
Sorry Mom, but I do what I think is best. The contoured seats offer me a more snug and comfortable sit.
Private--a flat, plastic seat is what we have at our apartment. I only sit on it once or twice a day due to my job and other activities. I bought a cheap blue plastic cover for our lid since I like to sit on it when I'm going hygiene activities, cutting my toe-nails, trimming my pubic hairs and other things.

Toilet Paper Survey:

1. I carry wet wipes with me and use them occasionally. I need the feel of a cleaning after a crap, especially in the morning or if I'm sweating in a place such as a public park.
2. I'm a folder at home and a scruncher when using toilet paper away from home.
3. I don't buy the top brand. I buy the cheapest. My live-in boyfriend Diver has complained sometimes, but we both have college loans to pay off.
4. Diver's craps tend to be larger and more hard so he uses less; mine are soft and I might use four at the most for a regular-size crap.
5. I wipe between my legs.
6. Yes, I had regular terrible wiping experiences in one of the two high schools I attended. Those pre-cut square sheets really sucked and often I got poop on my fingers and/or thumb.
7. Yes, I've been caught in a post-crap situation at home sometimes and more times in public places where I've hurriedly seated myself, crapped, and then found no toilet paper. One of my first boyfriends was at my parents house watching a movie with me, and I knew he would likely have to crap. I removed the toilet paper before he arrived and hide it. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes he yelled for me and I lied and told him we were out. He had laughed at me a few weeks earlier when we attended at concert and I was trapped with no toilet paper after a super-crap. I wasn't about to help him.
8. I wipe front-to-back. One of the best pieces of advice my mom taught me and made my demonstrate just before I started school.
9. I wipe standing up at home; seated away from home because I got into that habit with the number of no-door toilet stalls I encountered at school and at some public places even now.
10. Yes, I've initially flushed the toilet during a crap to prevent a clog, and then done my wiping. Me and Diver are about equal in the responsibility for the clogs at our apartment.

My recent experience story:

Because of my relatively young age (late 20s) and career path at the financial firm I work for, I was tapped early-on to work as a speaker one day each week with 7th grade through senior classes in schools teaching financial literacy. Since I travel to different schools over a four-county area and stay at the school all day in order to make up to 6 or 7 presentations, I use the bathrooms at the schools regularly.

Often I'll have my crap in the morning at a convenience store/gas station on my drive to work or later that morning at a school. And there's usually two pees, or three if I'm at a location a ways away and have a long drive ahead of me. The quality of the bathrooms is often about the same as I had to endure when I was the age of my students. Not enough toilets, many of them with privacy doors taken off, vandalism, smoking and vaping and overall really messy situations. In some of the schools, if you expect toilet paper to be available after Noon or 1 p.m. forget it.

Recently, however, I've been giving presentations at a group of private, Catholic single-sex schools in a nearby city. The discipline is strong their and there is a high expectation placed on each girl. In each of these schools every toilet stall has a door, a mirror facing each toilet user as she is sitting so she can see and think about herself, plus two other interesting features. On top of the mirror is a famous saying about a think-positive self-development topic and the name of the person who it is attributed to. Under the mirror is a daily bulletin on paper with additional leadership quotes, a listing of athletic team scores, and the regular daily announcements. There are several references to the student body of about 1,000 as being a "family" having pride and thinking of others.

I have not encountered one unflushed toilet when I have gone in, all faucets are turned off on the sinks when not in use and there is no litter, even with the usual feminine products. The seats were so clean they almost shined, and unlike many toilet cubicles, there was no graffiti that grossed me out. I told one of the teachers I was working with about my observation and she thanked me, although she didn't seem surprised. Toilet seat protectors or wiping down seats definitely would not be required, although there were two extra-large rolls of toilet paper in each cubicle and a stack of extra rolls at the end of the rack on which books and purses could be kept.

I was and remain impressed.


Lavah

my constipation messed with my dreams

So last night a few hours before bed, I felt the need to poop. I went to the bathroom and tried to go but my efforts were unsuccessful. I could feel a large ball of poop sitting maybe 3 inches up my ass but I could not get it out. I gave up after a few minutes and tried again just before I went to sleep. Again, no luck. I went to bed feeling full and unsatisfied. I had 3 different dreams throughout the night, all about being constipated so I thought I'd share them.

Dream #1: I was with my friend Miranda and we were standing in a bathroom. I took a shower while she sat on the toilet (as a chair) and we chatted. When I got out of the shower, there was a portable toilet next to the sink like they have in hospitals. I sat on the portable toilet and brought my feet up onto the seat, putting me in a squatting position. I told Miranda through a strained voice that I was really constipated. She sat silently while I pushed. I could feel the poop in my rectum but it wasn't moving. After a few minutes, she came over to me and rubbed my ????. I guided her hand to the spot on my stomach where the poop was and had her rub in a downward motion. Then I woke up and immediately fell back asleep.

Dream #2: I was laying on my stomach on some sort of examination table. A woman I couldn't see but I assume was a doctor was telling me, "I know sweety, but if you want to get it out, you're going to have to open your hips." I noticed that my hips had been tightly closed up until that point. The woman helped me over to a toilet and made sure I spread my legs wide open when I sat down. I could feel a hard poop moving closer to my anus. Then I woke up again and fell back asleep.

Dream #3: I was with my friend Adam and we were in the same bathroom from Dream #1. He had been really constipated lately so him and I were going to give ourselves enemas. I got the nozzle of my enema inside my rectum but was having trouble attaching the tube. Adam had his hooked up and was ready to start. He told me that I had mine in the wrong way. I wasn't sure what he meant. Then I woke up again and it was morning.

I could still feel the ball of poop inside me so I went to the bathroom. It took a couple minutes, but I was finally able to pass it. It was smaller than I expected it to be but still required a lot of pushing.

I hope this was a good story. Has anyone else ever had poop-related dreams?


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Marvel Fan first welcome to the site and it sounds like you had a pretty time and it sounds like that laxative really cleaned you out and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

About 2 hours ago I was at a bookstore waiting for the restroom one of the employees of an ice cream shop that is in the bookstore had just went into the bathroom and I heard the hiss of her pee then a Flomph Fart then more peeing then a splash then nothing then another splash followed by more peeing then she wiped and flushed and came out and went back to work I have heard a few other times poop I think this was her evening poop.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


survey

Male or female? Female

Do you wipe from the front or back after pooping? always front to back.

Have you ever had someone coach/encourage you while you were on the toilet? My mom did this all the time when I was living at home. I'd poo with the door open and she'd come in to talk to me while I sat on the toilet, then if I started grunting or straining she'd encourage me to push.

(For ladies) How is your pee stream? Is it one stream or a split stream? Does it go straight down or does it spray out? Split stream.

When using the toilet at home, do you use the toilet with the door open or closed? Used to always leave it open at home. Now I live with roommates and I'm not fully comfortable around them yet. Not enough for them to see me with my pants around my ankles. Hopefully soon we'll get to a point where I can leave the door open when I'm on the toilet.

When using the toilet in public, do you leave the stall door open or do you close it? I close it.

Have you ever sneezed and it caused you to tinkle? Yeah all the time, lol!

Have you ever gotten a poo stuck in your butt and had to dig it out?When I was a kid yeah.


Constiguy

To Marvel Fan

I would agree . Throw your bottom on the toilet as soon as the urge hits, if a little backed up try osmotic laxative as they are milder. What I think is best is suppositories. It is a good idea to keep some at home and if having a bit of trouble slip one or two in . When more constipated a few plain water enemas is by far the best because you get a better clean out in the time you chose without the unpredictability of chemical laxatives. With a water enema you could have done it when you get home. It can take about an hour. Trouble is that in most domestic situations you need to be sure that nobody will be home because it is a gross process but oh so good!!!! When the enemas have finally done the clean out I just "float" off the toilet I feel so light and relaxed !!!!!


JW

Alternative to pushing?

I was in the hospital quite recently and as a result of anesthesia and pain meds. I ended up with the worst case of constipation I have ever had in my entire life. Three days after the operation my nurse suggested that I might feel better if she gave me an enema instead of waiting on more laxatives, which had been doing nothing for me. I readily agreed as I could feel a large, hard, lump of poop just inside my anus which I could not move no matter how hard I pushed.
The nurse had a commode chair placed beside my bed and hung a liter and a half bag of soapy water on an I.V. stand. She wanted me to take the whole thing which I did over about a 15 minute period. When she got me on the commode I began to bear down and push. The mass in my rectum stretched my anus to the maximum I had ever felt it stretched before and the just stopped moving. I begged the nurse to help me, with her gloved fingers and lots of lubrication she began to dig the poop out of my anus. When she couldn't reach any more she asked me to bear down and try to move more of it down into my rectum. No mater how hard I pushed, nothing would move. Finally the nurse told me to stop holding my breath and just pretend I'm blowing up a balloon. Over the next few minutes the nurse encouraged me to blow out harder and harder. It finally worked and my poop began to move toward my rectum again. I actually believe we worked together like that, me blowing out, and the nurse digging out what I got down to my anus, for over an hour. All together she said she got about three feet of poop out of me. It is surely the most I have ever gone at one time in my life.
Has anyone else got stories of finding alternative ways to push?-- JW


Pee&Poo

Big Messes

This is my second posting and thought I should share this. I have been taking Chantix for the past five weeks to help stop smoking. The first few week their were no side effects. On the third weak I stared getting soft poops. Realy did not think much about it. As I latter figured out the Chantix was beginnig to act as a laxative. The Saturday of the third week I got up and drank a couple of cups of coffee and ate a piece of high fiber toast. Nothig I have not done for years. Started out to run a number of errands and everyting is fine. On my last stop to pick up laundry things began to happen. I was in line and my stomach started gurgling and cramping. Got back in the car and half way home I could no longer hold it back and was hit with a torrent of soft serve poo. I was coverd from waste down with poo. It leaked all the way down into my shoes, all over the car seat and floor. Fortunatley I have leather seats so it did not soak into a fabric, but what an absolute mess.

Last week I went out to dinner with freinds and as we were leaving my stomach started that gurgling and cramping again. Should have used their restroom but I fiured I could make it home. I white nuckled it all the way home using every muscle I could to keep it in. Made it home but as I was gettig out of the car it let go. Another huge mess of soft serve poo from waste to feet.

I have since stopped the Chantix and am back to normal The exoeirences has made me a little gun shy of getting an urge to make a BM and I am not near a toilet.

Anyone else have a similar occurence?