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Leon
To Haylee

If you want to pee in a car, do it when your parents arent gonna be around for a while, and then clean it up. Or you could simply do it and say you dont know where it came from, if you have access to the keys on occasion, anyways. Or you could stage an accident, or something. Embarrassing, i know, but that way you wont be found out.

Anyways, i dont have much of a story today, but i do notice that a lpt of the customers in my store where i work seem to have to use the bathroom sometimes and just continue on shopping after some leg crossing and fidgeting or what not. Some are likely afraid of using a public toilet. For me....if i have to go and im in a public place....im gonna go. Everyone does it, after all. Its still a little embarrassimg, but far less so than having an accident.

Leon


Jessica B

This and that

Hi everyone!

I am sorry there seem to be less posts on this website, it must be because people share on FB or other social media, but I could not find any interesting group. And I really enjoy the anonymity of this site.

As I live alone, my "toilet life" is mostly uneventful. For those who remember my story about Tanya: I had another couch surfing guest at my place (Fernando from Mexico), but unfortunately, there is nothing to tell. I also had my new friend Judith and her family at my place for lunch after Christmas and we all had to go number one quite a few times, but once again, nothing noteworthy.

At work, we have this young internee who is staying for two weeks. She has somewhat of an odd working pattern: I noticed on her second day that she would stay after she's done with work, slack off at her desk, wait until the office is mostly empty and then proceed to the ladies for a number two. And she does this every day. I do not know what is up with her.

I can see her desk from mine, as we are in the same open space. I was working late, as usual and I was surprised that she was still there. So I approached her and jokingly asked her whether she was forced to work extra hours on her second day already, how she was doing, whether she liked the office etc. However, she was not very chatty, and to be honest, not even very friendly. So I went back to finish what I was doing.

A few minutes later, as we were the only ones left, she went to the ladies with her cell phone and stayed there for quite a while. When she came out, she packed her stuff and went home. Shortly afterwards, I decided it was time to leave for me too. I went to the ladies to pee before riding home and was greeted by an unpleasant smell. No doubts, she just had a large BM! Also, there was a wad of soiled TP in the bowl. I peed, washed my hands and left.
The next day, the same happened: as we were almost alone, I passed by her desk on my way to the printer and she definitely just had farted. She probably also pre-poop farts. And when I went back, she wasn't at her desk, and exited the ladies ten minutes later.

Yesterday, I was being even curious about her habits, so I followed her to the bathroom. She had taken the handicapped stall. I stayed by the mirror, listening. She seemed to be waiting in the cubicle, so I went to the door and opened it to pretend leaving, then let it close. Sure enough, seconds later, the internee let lose a loud prepoop fart. Then, a piece dropped into the water with a 'plop' sound. She was silent for a little while, then grunted super faintly, before some pooped crackled and splashed into the bowl. It seemed to help, as she passed many more light sounding turds. She has very smelly bowels. Finally, she started wiping, using a lot of paper. I decided I could not hide anymore, so I opened the door again and pretend to walk in. I took the regular stall and peed. She then flushed and exited without washing her hands! Gross. Anyway, I flushed, washed mine and had a peek at the toilet she had used: of course, it was quite stained. Hygiene is not her thing apparently!
When I exited the bathroom, she had already left.

Can anyone explain why she does this?

Love and take care,
Jess


Willow

Which Bathroom To Use

The holidays are over and back to work. In my Christmas post family, I forgot to include my cousin Robby's 5 year old son Charlie. Sorry about that. I just got back from a seminar. It was designed for women, but some men attended to. I had peed at home before leaving, but half-way to the mid-break I started to get bladder ache. When the break came, I was ready to dash for the ladies. Trouble was, no one knew where it was. The leader finally showed us where. The ladies was on the right side of the hallway and the men's on the left. With no surprise, the line for the ladies was huge and only a few for the men's. Neither I nor others at the end of the line thought we would make it with clean pants. I was used to using the men's room, so I started the parade. I got a sheet og paper out of purse and wrote on it "gender free" and stuck it up with some tape someone had. In we walked. A few men outside gazed at us and got in line. Two men were discussing, but I couldn't hear them. Inside, there a few men were peeing at the two urinals. They did not see us and we ignored them. The line outside started to grow. We went to the four stalls, with doors. I took one and, as I started to sit down, I noticed a man in the left stall. I wondered what he thought to see women's shoes next to him. However, I just peed and listend to his poop drops. We both came out at the same time. He stared at me and the women in line, but said nothing. On our way out he mumbled something about "women". I went back to the seminar.


Answering nature's call in nature

Last week I happened to be driving in a fairly rural area with a casual acquaintance of mine when we came across some roadworks where only one lane remained open and a stop/go system was being employed.

About half a dozen men were using the 'stop' portion of this maneuver as an opportunity to relieve their bladders by the side of the road. My traveling companion was pretty upset by this, but the thing is, if I had been alone I would probably have joined them. I had even considered it before he spoke up.

I can't say I completely approve of just doing it in plain view of everybody, but as a boy I grew up in a farming community where we had massive fields and mountains and lakes as our playground and if we needed to relieve ourselves there wasn't always a toilet nearby and it was simply more convenient to find a tree or a bush to go behind, I can even recall a few occasions when I did a fair bit more than just a quick pee. Even now as an adult I frequently pee outside if I'm working out in the yard, it's simply more convenient than going to the toilet.


JOHN
Hi it's John B. The recent post "Bride hoes to the bathroom" certainly brought back some fond memories.

The context was slightly different but broadly similar to my experience. The nuptials and formalities had been completed and had arrived at the venue for the reception when after ten minutes or so my wife and by now sister-in-law disappeared for about fifteen minutes. I later found out that my new wife had urgentlly needed a poo after about five days of constipation brought about by as she said "pre wedding nerves". The rest of the reception went without a hitch.

The wedding night was "eventful" too as we were about to "settle down for the night" my beloved needed another poo. She didn't let me down for she produced two marvelous mid brown logs, one starting knobbly then smooth the other totally smooth but firm and both about eight inches long a part two of the earlier action. That put us both in the mood if you get my drift and we had a most enjoyable start to our married life and I am pleased to day a similar ecperience still exists to this day some thirtysix years later.

Thanks to you all for your interesting and informative recollections and stories.

John B x


Elphaba

Comment to Mina + a story

Mina-I had a big smile on my face when reading about Kazuko pooing at her mother's house. I'm so happy for her that she was able to flout her mother's silly rule in such a daring way. But I do agree that it is sad she had to do that at all.

Yesterday I was at the library returning some books. Just before I left I needed to have a pee so I went into the bathroom by the entrance. As I pushed open the door and walked in I saw that all three cubicles were occupied and there was two girls queuing up. I joined the queue and the girl in front of me caught my reflection in the mirror and sniggered; at the time I thought this was of derision but now in hindsight it might have been due to how embarrassed she was for me. Turing around she said "this is the girl's room" to which I replied "I know; I'm trans". She turned back to face the cubicles which didn't seem to have any movement going on inside. A minute later the girl in front of me left; again I don't know if this was down to me being there or if she really needed to go and didn't want to wait. I didn't mind as this meant I moved up a place in the queue which I was quite glad of as I was starting to really need to go myself. A minute passed and girl in the left cubical flushed and unlocked the cubical door. As she walked to the sinks the girl in front of me took her cubical. Just after a girl in a white hoodie entered the bathroom and stood behind me. She then tapped me on the shoulder and I readied myself for a comment about how I didn't belong there but instead she asked if she could nip in before me and grab some loo roll to blow her nose with to which I said yes to. At the time I was too keyed up to realise this but looking back it was a great feeling to have her accept me as a girl. The noise of a flushing toilet a minute later was music to my ears. The door then opened and a girl wearing shiny black brogues stepped out of the cubical. I stood aside so the white hoodie-d girl could go in and after she had come out again I went in and locked the door. I shrugged off my rucksack and placed it on the floor, next off was my scarf which I placed on the door hook and was joined shortly by my coat. Then I undid my dark navy skinny jeans and pulled them down with my blue stripped panties before sitting on the warm seat. My pee stream took a while to start, I think because of how pent up I was, but before long it was tinkering into the water. It did this for about thirty seconds it tapered off and then as I stood up I also pulled up my clothes and redid the button on my jeans. After putting on my coat, scarf and bag I unlocked the door and walked to the sinks. As I was washing my hands the middle cubical flushed and as I moved over to the hand-dryers an Asian girl stepped out and went over to the sinks. She was still washing her hands as I passed her to open the door to leave.


Gerontius
Once Elizabeth had moved away I had no more experiences with girls using the toilet until, one Sunday after church, my parents and I had lunch at the house of some friends of theirs. I suppose by then I was nine or ten and they had a daughter called Pamela who was probably eleven or twelve. She seemed a lot older than I was, and though I thought she was beautiful in her summer dress, we didn't seem to have much in common.
Until! After lunch my parents and their friends obviously wanted to talk, and they suggested that Pamela take me to the tennis court at the far end of their very large garden and teach me how to play. So out we went. On the way, Pamela said to me, 'Do you need to use the toilet?' I was beginning to need a wee, but I felt she was trying to play at mothering a small boy. So, standing on my nine year-old's dignity, I firmly said, 'No, I don't.'
Then came 'Are you sure you don't?', and I again said that I didn't want to. She came back with 'You don't have to go back to the house you know, there's a toilet down here by the conservatory.' I just walked on, and she followed up with 'I need to use the toilet before we start playing.' At this point I decided I'd be more comfortable if I did empty my bladder, so I said, 'I think perhaps I do need to.'
She led me to a brick-built structure at one end of the huge greenhouse - a toilet obviously built for the gardeners to use, opened the door and said 'Let's go together. You go first, then I will. There's no need to shut the door, it'll be too dark if we do.' I pushed the seat up and got ready to fire, and she said, 'Stand to the side so that I can see you go.' I moved round, let a good strong wee arc gracefully into the toilet bowl, and sensed that she was excited by the experience. As I said in an earlier post, if girls can persuade a boy to wee, they have a way of getting to see a penis whilst in supposed return, when they wee, they show nothing that matters.
But in this case the biter was bit. Once I'd finished, I said 'Your turn now!' and I watched a flurry of dress and petticoat coming up and a pair of pale sky-blue silky-looking knickers - the sort with elastic-ended legs - being got ready to allow a wee, but positioned to reveal nothing. She sat on the seat, arranged the skirt of her dress, and I heard a slow trickle dropping into the water. I felt she looked tense, and I soon discovered the reason why. She suddenly said, 'Oh no!' and I heard a loud 'Splosh'. Then the wee resumed, this time at much more like full throttle. There wasn't any toilet-paper so she stood up, sorting her knickers out, and giving me a chance to see the huge light-brown 'sausage' that had embarrassed her by demanding exit. Blushing, she said, 'Sorry, I couldn't help it!', and we picked up our racquets and went to the tennis court.
But neither of us was really interested, and the weather was kind to us. On came the rain and that was the end the story. I don't know how Pamela felt about the experience, but I'd seen my first girl do a poop and I'd no idea that a slim, pretty girl could do a poop that size. I had a lot to think about!
I hope some of you are enjoying my recounting of my ancient history - I'd enjoy reading any comments.


Legend

accidents at grandma's :(

I'm a mixed boy mom black-dad white, I was about 7. It was the weekend & that meant i got to go to grandma's house. I got there & joined w/ my older cousin to play snes for the night & eat snacks. I eventually went to sleep in my bed. I woke up, smelled breakfast. But i was shocked to find out i a 7 year old wet the bed.

I went to the bathroom to change my cloths. I found out i also had a faint skid mark because i didn't wipe well. I took a shower & bagged the dirty laundry. Got dressed. My 3 cousins were at the table w/ grandma eating. The smallest 4 year old girl we'll nickname her Jessica, the older cousin i played games w/ lastnight, Tron. And the slightly younger but still older cousin Tamie.

Was not a fat kid at all. But I ate my portion then after a visitor. I got scolded by Tron not to eat after him. I asked grandma for some new linen, my face turned red, and i told her what happened. She told me not to worry everyone has had an accident.

While my cousins were outside playing. She gave me the linen, I made my bed. Went outside to play, had a lot of fun. Eventually we got in the car to go to the mountains, that was epic. When we were going back home that night, i needed to poo badly. I just kept talking & playing with Tron in the back. Everyone started putting their shirt above their nose, talking about the smell. Grandma asked wondering who had an accident? I knew i didn't poo myself or anything so i was clear. My older cousin Tamie had a few tears & said i thought i was going to fart but i pooped a little, it didn't get on my skirt or the seat. She cleaned up when we got home. Tamie was 15 years old & acted very mature for her age. More games then bed.


Sonya Sue

My boyfriend's midnight piss

Over holiday break at my high school about 12 of us thespians and our drama teacher had a day-long marathon work session up at school to finish constructing the set needed for our upcoming play. Most of us are seniors, we've been a really tight group for four years, and as I've written about before, when we're working after school we've made a single-gender bathroom right across from our theater a toilet room that we all use. Often we'll be together in there during breaks because we're really good friends and well, we've been doing it this way for years. The problem was at our noon to midnight work session that a new janitor forgot we were there and locked the door to the bathroom and left campus. Neither our drama coach or her college assistant had the necessary key with them. So by mid-afternoon both me and BJ knew that if we drank too many sodas, we'd have to improvise in keeping our bladders from bursting. BJ and I both took our craps that morning when we stopped at the convenience store I work at so I could pick up my check.

At about 10 p.m. I had to pee badly. So behind the curtain while our castmates were working, BJ used both of his hands to steady a metal wash bucket while I sat on it. My weight against the metal was too painful. It seemed like I was cutting into my skin and thigh fat as I sat. That's when BJ suggested that I get on my knees and he placed the bucket under me. It worked. I was surprised. But the noise, at least at first, was loud like rain on the roof, but luckily a radio was playing and that saved me from drawing attention from the others. I could tell that BJ had been filling up too and I offered to hold the bucket up for him. But he said he could make it until he got home.

Because our group worked so well together, we got done about an hour later. BJ was giving me a ride home so we didn't waste any time in getting into his car and on our way. Once we started our planned 15-minute drive to my house which is close to his also, we found the main highway was closed. High winds had blown some lines down and the traffic was really jammed up as cars had to go through totally dark neighborhoods for about a mile to get around it. BJ hated the slow-moving traffic, let off a bunch of expletives, and said he wasn't going to make it. So while he drove at about 5 MPH boxed in by this line of cars and trucks he took one hand off the wheel and was attempting to get his zipper open on his jeans. After a couple of swerves and near misses of parked cars, I told him to keep his eyes on the road and I would finish the job. Once I got to it, BJ told me to clamp his organ tight with one hand. By using my left hand for that he directed me to use my right to pull a empty single-serve plastic orange juice bottle from the floor under me.

I was getting equally scared and turned on as I put the bottle under his organ. But luckily BJ was helpful in helping steady it with his right hand as he steered with his left. Problem was that after no more than 10 seconds the now-warm bottle was almost full. BJ said 'F***, what are we going to do?' I told him to stop his pee for a minute. I could tell it was causing him pain to do so and there was still a little trickle going on. I panicked. I told him to push the button to roll my window down. He did. But with the bottle in my hand, my intention of just tossing the piss out and reusing the bottle ended when I chucked it into the dark. Dumb I know. BJ told me that and more as he continued to follow the cars in line while he and I held his organ. Then BJ remembered that earlier I had given him a few swigs out of my water bottle. Since I didn't want to finish it off for obvious reasons, I had placed it in my handbag. It was a challenge and a miracle, but I was able to reach in and pull out the bottle. Half the water was in it, which I quickly dumped out of the window. Then I put it up to BJ's organ for him to finish the job. Space in the 16 ounce bottle was tight, but it worked. There was a bit of a spill that caused both of us to gasp when BJ hit a speed bump, but I was holding onto the bottle so hard I was hoping my nails wouldn't puncture it.

Once we got to the other side of our city and back onto the main highway, I asked BJ to stop at a 24/7 gas station because I had to both pee and crap. He said our experience must have scared it out of me. It did. I agree. We were lucky.


Laura
Hi to everyone i m writing from Europe.
I would to speak about to squat on toilet seat. I started to use this position after i read that it's healtier than the common way peopele seat.
I adopted it especially in pubblic place, i simply raise my skirt peel down to middle tight underware and pantyhose and the i hike on the thrine and i take care of my business.
It sligtly less comfortable if you are wearing trouses especially slacks.
Do you use this habit?
Bye


One time I went to the movies with my friend. As we were leaving we passed by the girl's restroom. The smell was terrible in there. It was like a real stinky healthy poop mixed with dead fish. Unfortunately I didn't get to stay long or find the culprit.


Thursday, January 11, 2018


Elphaba

Comment to Mina + a story

Mina-I had a big smile on my face when reading about Kazuko pooing at her mother's house. I'm so happy for her that she was able to flout her mother's silly rule in such a daring way. But I do agree that it is sad she had to do that at all.

Yesterday I was at the library returning some books. Just before I left I needed to have a pee so I went into the bathroom by the entrance. As I pushed open the door and walked in I saw that all three cubicles were occupied and there was two girls queuing up. I joined the queue and the girl in front of me caught my reflection in the mirror and sniggered; at the time I thought this was of derision but now in hindsight it might have been due to how embarrassed she was for me. Turing around she said "this is the girl's room" to which I replied "I know; I'm trans". She turned back to face the cubicles which didn't seem to have any movement going on inside. A minute later the girl in front of me left; again I don't know if this was down to me being there or if she really needed to go and didn't want to wait. I didn't mind as this meant I moved up a place in the queue which I was quite glad of as I was starting to really need to go myself. A minute passed and girl in the left cubical flushed and unlocked the cubical door. As she walked to the sinks the girl in front of me took her cubical. Just after a girl in a white hoodie entered the bathroom and stood behind me. She then tapped me on the shoulder and I readied myself for a comment about how I didn't belong there but instead she asked if she could nip in before me and grab some loo roll to blow her nose with to which I said yes to. At the time I was too keyed up to realise this but looking back it was a great feeling to have her accept me as a girl. The noise of a flushing toilet a minute later was music to my ears. The door then opened and a girl wearing shiny black brogues stepped out of the cubical. I stood aside so the white hoodie-d girl could go in and after she had come out again I went in and locked the door. I shrugged off my rucksack and placed it on the floor, next off was my scarf which I placed on the door hook and was joined shortly by my coat. Then I undid my dark navy skinny jeans and pulled them down with my blue stripped panties before sitting on the warm seat. My pee stream took a while to start, I think because of how pent up I was, but before long it was tinkering into the water. It did this for about thirty seconds it tapered off and then as I stood up I also pulled up my clothes and redid the button on my jeans. After putting on my coat, scarf and bag I unlocked the door and walked to the sinks. As I was washing my hands the middle cubical flushed and as I moved over to the hand-dryers an Asian girl stepped out and went over to the sinks. She was still washing her hands as I passed her to open the door to leave.


JOHN
Hi it's John B. The recent post "Bride hoes to the bathroom" certainly brought back some fond memories.

The context was slightly different but broadly similar to my experience. The nuptials and formalities had been completed and had arrived at the venue for the reception when after ten minutes or so my wife and by now sister-in-law disappeared for about fifteen minutes. I later found out that my new wife had urgentlly needed a poo after about five days of constipation brought about by as she said "pre wedding nerves". The rest of the reception went without a hitch.

The wedding night was "eventful" too as we were about to "settle down for the night" my beloved needed another poo. She didn't let me down for she produced two marvelous mid brown logs, one starting knobbly then smooth the other totally smooth but firm and both about eight inches long a part two of the earlier action. That put us both in the mood if you get my drift and we had a most enjoyable start to our married life and I am pleased to day a similar ecperience still exists to this day some thirtysix years later.

Thanks to you all for your interesting and informative recollections and stories.

John B x


Uncle Harry

Peeing with the Comic Books

When I was in high school, there was a used comics store near the street car stop that I often took to get home. I often stopped in to add more to my collection. I knew the owner lady pretty well. There was a front display and two tables full in a back room. I had never been back there. One day, we were talking a lot when she stopped and said she had to close the store for about 15 minutes so she could go in the back to go to the bathroom. "When a woman"s gotta go, she's gotta go", she said. She didn't say go what. I told her that I needed to pee. "Well", I have to piss first, so you will have to wait". She went in the back and I decided to look at the comics in the back. I had thought that the bathroom was an actual room with a door. I was wrong. She was sitting on a toilet in a three-sided cubical with no cover on the front, peeing. I startled her, but I don't think too much. "Harry", she said, "Don't look at my pussy. My wee-wee is coming out of it". I apologized and said I would leave, but she said not to bother as I already saw everything. It took her about another 45 seconds before she stopped peeing and then she spread her legs even farther and wiped her pussy clean. We changed places and she now wanted to watch me pee. I guess I needed to let her watch, so I did. Well, at least we were both relieved of our bladders.


Bianca

My Poops

Hi everyone. For awhile now, my poops have been semi-loose, but not too bad. Today was no exception. I went a lot at first, but the amount lessened near the end of the day. Today was one of those really fun days because not only did I eat liver and onions ????, I went to Toysrus to get one of the new Fur Real pets from Hasbro. Btw, its Chatty Charlie the beagle, and one of the things he likes to do is fart just like my Furby Connect pals! Boy did my poop come out in a bit of a hurry the other day. Speaking of farting again, I did a bit of that with my morning rush dump the other day. I bet my dinner will get things moving in my bowels tomorrow as well.


Dominic

to Gio & Constipation Survey

Hi Gio! Glad you remembered me. I didn't see you had just posted. Glad to see more constipated people sharing stories. Also cool to see you take your clothes off when you poop. I don't do that every time, but I do it sometimes. Not sure why, but it feels easier to go when I do. I'll answer Lavah's survey:

Age: 23
Gender: Male

1. How many times do you usually poop each week? I usually poop 2-3 times a week. Sometimes I am even more regular, but that doesn't seem to stop the poop from being hard and compacted.
2. How often do you get constipated? I am constipated most of the time too. It seems to just be the default for me. To have soft normal poop is rare for me.
3. What is your definition of being constipated? I guess I would think not pooping for a while, but the time is not always a factor for me. Sometimes my poop becomes hard and difficult to push out really easily, even after not that much time. So to me it's probably more about the hardness of the poop and hard it is to push out.
4. What do you usually do to relieve your constipation? I usually just push a ton, or try multiple times. Sometimes I will squat and try different positions. Sometimes I try fiber supplements and stomach massages. Other times I will try suppositories or enemas as a last resort if nothing else works. I had those a lot as a kid.
5. What usually makes you constipated? Certain things like being on vacation or eating junk food make it worse, but it seems sometimes like anything makes me constipated.
6. What is the longest you've ever been constipated? I've never been constipated longer than a week and it is rare thankfully.
7. How long does it usually take you to poop if you're constipated? It can take around 20 minutes to an hour. It depends on if something actually wants to come out.
8. How long does it usually take you to poop if you're not constipated? Probably around 10 minutes. I'm a slow pooper in general, but I'm also almost always at least somewhat constipated.
9. What position do you prefer to sit in while pooping when you're constipated? I lean forward on the toilet or I squat. Sometimes I do stand with my hands on my knees. I do that sometimes just to get it started.
10. What position do you prefer to sit in while pooping when you're not constipated? I usually just lean forward on the toilet. I don't bother trying anything else if it's a normal poop.
11. Have you ever had someone else help you poop while you were constipated? As a kid, my parents would. Sometimes my brother has helped me too. My girlfriend has been in the bathroom when I've been constipated, but hasn't overtly helped me yet. I wouldn't mind it, though!
12. Have you ever helped someone else poop while they were constipated? Just my brother. He doesn't get constipated as often as I do, but he always has on and off.


Dominic

Dumping with my brother

Hi everyone, I haven't posted in a while. Wanted to share a buddy dumping story that happened with my brother after New Year's:

My brother Chris and I are both in our early 20s (he's three years younger than me). I'm prone to worse constipation than he is (and he's prone to accidents sometimes, which I never seem to have), but we both often strain and grunt a lot when we poop.

We both hung out on New Year's eve with some friends, we both got a bit drunk (so a couple times we went off to pee together. At one point we went in adjacent urinals and when we were at my friend's house, Chris and I both peed outside in the backyard of the house). To us, peeing and pooping in front of each other doesn't seem weird. We've been doing it since we were little and it's no big deal.

But anyway, at the end of the night, I was getting a bad intestinal cramp. Although I had just pooped the day before, I had eaten a ton since and I knew I would have to go soon. Chris had too and while he didn't say he had a cramp, I noticed he was farting a lot so I figured he had to go. When we got home I was intending to use the bathroom, but my bro said he had to go too, so he came in with me. I said he could go first because my urge was starting to die down.

He sat down on the toilet and immediately started straining and grunting. He was leaning forward and gritting his teeth. I was standing at first, but then sat on the tub in front of him. Finally he said "it's coming out" and I could hear a turd coming out of his hole, he pushed one hard push and it landed in the toilet with a thud. (He stood up and I saw it was about a foot long). He sat back down and continued pushing more and some soft poop came out after that. It smelled pretty bad, but I'm used to smelling his poop and it doesn't bother me. He then wiped and was done.

After that, it was my turn. By then the urge wasn't really there anymore, but I knew I had to go, so I sat and started straining and grunting. Chris was like "come on, Dom, you said you had to go!" but I was trying and nothing was happening. Eventually though I could feel something moving down, so I started pushing harder. After several minutes of grunting and straining, finally I could feel my anus open up and felt a firm turd starting to come out. I pushed hard until it was sticking out, but it felt stuck. I stood up a bit over the toilet with my hands on my knees and pushed harder. Chris was watching and was like "dude, it's huge! Keep pushing!" I continued pushing and straining audibly until something managed to drop. I sat back down and pushed the rest of it out. It was all dark brown and firm like clay. All in all, I was probably on the toilet for 15 or 20 minutes.

I finally wiped my asshole (and there was almost nothing on the toilet paper) and was done. My poops are often like that, but Chris doesn't always see it. I didn't mind that he did, I thought it was cool. We both encourage each other sometimes when we're more constipated.


Camper
There are not that many people writing about outdoor toilet situations here. That is why I shall make a contribuition even though it is not that spectacular. Last summer I was wild camping in the woods at a site where several others also were staying, mostly van campers, but even some bikers. No toilet around and before I went to bed in the evening I found it convenient to take a walk into the woods to find a place to squat and get away with the waste. When sitting there, trousers at my knees, a young woman with a back pack suddenly showed up, passing close by. She just smiled and said sorry and continued towards the site where everyone camped. She was walking together with another woman an they raised their tent quite close to mine. Still smiling when we met the next morning, luckily she did not comment upon the incident. But then, when I had packed my things and went away I accidentally went in on her friend sitting there with the bottom bare. I think I said nothing but we both smiled, somewhat embarrassed both of us I guess.


Bride Goes to the Bathroom

A while back one of my college roommates got married and I was in the wedding as one of the bridesmaids. We were in the basement of the church getting ready, basically just putting the final touches on our make-up, when the bride announced that she was going to need to use the bathroom before the ceremony. She was wearing a giant ball gown, so we knew it wasn't going to be an easy task. We decided that her mother, the maid of honor, and myself were going to assist.

There were separate mens and womens bathrooms that consisted of a room about 10 x 10 with a just one toilet and sink. She backed up in front of the toilet while we pulled the dress to her front and sides and lifted it about two feet off the floor. She was able to reach around and pull down her underwear and lower herself onto the toilet. After a few seconds a stream of pee started but only lasted a little while. After it stopped she just sat there motionless and didn't say anything. After a little while, her mom said, "You all set sweetie?" To which she replied, "I'm goin' poop!" Kind of loud yet kind of whispering. "Oh" the three of us replied, almost in unison.

It was about then I heard a splash into the water and then a few seconds later another. She sat there for a bit and then reached for toilet paper and wiped a couple times. She was able to pull her underwear back up and then stood up and we were able to let her dress down. After she stood up I looked into the toilet. There was one HUGE turd, plus two more smaller pieces of poop. She turned around and flushed, then began walking to the door. While her back was turned, the other bridesmaid looked at me and mouthed, "Stinky" while waiving her hand in front of her face. It was true, it did smell pretty bad.

I could tell she was pretty embarrassed to have taken a huge crap in front of three people, but she didn't really have a choice - I don't see how she could have made it through the day while holding that.


Pat

Response to Traveler

Traveler - Thanks for sharing your pee accident on the boat ride. Can't imagine what might have been worse, peeing your pants among all those people or having to stay in wet pants for another hour. I would kind of expected a tour boat to have had a bathroom on board, but expected and reality are two different things sometimes...but that's another story.


Lorenz

Middle School Decision

In middle school I found there was an advantage to using a toilet without a stall door. More often it was available, while others waited for more privacy. And when your turn finally came to stand over the toilet and piss or sit and crap, your eyes could have already checked for toilet paper, condition of the seat, bowl clogging and things like that. There wouldn't be any surprises. However, during the first month of school I made a terrible mistake on a day when we had shortened classes for an assembly. During the passing period, there was a 3 or 4 deep line for each of the urinals and the usual guys standing between them seeking cuts whenever available. So for time's sake and to protect my meager equipment to be ridiculed while I peed, I took a stall with a door. I latched the door. Dropped the zipper. Looking in front of me, the black seat was dripping from the piss of others and the bowl was jammed with what one of my grade school friends referred to as a community crap. I figured the damage was done and there was no way I was going to get my fingers wet to lift the already wet seat. So I did about a 45 second piss. Then there was pounding on the door for me to vacate. My plan exactly. When I exited the door and hoped to beat the bell to my next responsibility, I bumped into this huge football player who called me a bunch of names we can't print here. It singled me out to everyone else in the room when he blamed me for the condition of the toilet. As I quickly looked for a available sink, I heard a thud and this guy was on the toilet popping them out. I couldn't believe he would sit on such a seat. Now several years later we're in the same high school and he still gives me the evil eye or slightly bumps into me. What's changed though is that a couple of times a month I, too, have to take one of those messed up toilets or I would be incredibly constipated. Sometimes those tissue seat-covers or just toilet paper would work good between my butt and the seat. But I don't see that happening anytime soon.


Natasha
Hi all. I only have time for a quick story today. Two days ago, I was round a friend's house and I needed to wee before leaving. When I got to the bathroom, I saw the door was closed and I was about to knock but I heard a flush. A bit later another flush and then the sink coming on. After that, my friend's 11-year old daughter came out and as soon as she saw me, she went red in the face and scurried away, trying not to make eye contact.

I guessed she'd just done a poo and was embarrassed about it. Upon entering the bathroom, the overwhelming poo smell confirmed it. She had closed the lid so I lifted it and saw some poo and bits of loo roll floating about. I did my best to wee as quick as possible, as the stink really was something awful. I had to flush another two times to get everything to go down, so I think their toilet just has a lousy flush.

Okay, that's all for now. Bye!


The reader

Lavah's survey

Age: 32
Gender (optional): Male

1. How many times do you usually poop each week? 7
2. How often do you get constipated? almost never
3. What is your definition of being constipated? (not pooping for a certain period of time, having difficulty pooping, etc): having difficulty pooping
4. What do you usually do to relieve your constipation? I didn't have to do anything special until now
5. What usually makes you constipated? (certain foods or drinks, stress, etc) travelling abroad
6. What is the longest you've ever been constipated? 4 days
7. How long does it usually take you to poop if you're constipated? 20min
8. How long does it usually take you to poop if you're not constipated? 1-3min
9. What position do you prefer to sit in while pooping when you're constipated? normal
10. What position do you prefer to sit in while pooping when you're not constipated? normal
11. Have you ever had someone else help you poop while you were constipated? no
12. Have you ever helped someone else poop while they were constipated? yes (an ex-girlfriend)

Lavah please tell us more stories about when you were constipated and had to go to the doctor for an enema.


Eileen

Squeezing it all out .

Happy New Year to all on this site . I've been constipated for the last 4 days . I'm sitting on the toilet now and after 30 minutes I've finally managed to squeeze out one of the biggest poops of my life , if not the biggest . It's going to take several flushes of the toilet to get that load on it's way . Eileen .


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: End Stall Em great story.

To: Elphaba great story.

To:Harriet first welcome to the site and great story about your huge desperate poop it sounds like you really had to go and just made it in time to the toilet and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: In Heaven great catch.

Well that's all for now

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Monday, January 08, 2018


Imogen
Hi everyone,

I hope everyone had a great Christmas and a happy new year!

I've got a story to tell from the other week. I was out on the last Friday before Christmas and everywhere was really busy! I was back home and had met up with a few friends at a pub, it was so busy it took ages to wait at the bar to be served. I felt really sorry for the barmen/women as I know what it's like through my work at the student union at uni!

Anyway after a while I needed a wee but I put it off for ages, when I went to the loo there was a slow queue and only 3 cubicles, by the time I got to the front I was pretty desperate, and had a very relieving wee, there was a tiny wet spot on my knickers. anyway I decided that next time I'd go a bit earlier, because I knew the queues would only get worse. A while later I needed to go again and sure enough the queue was longer.

I'd been there for about 5 minutes, and was about 6th in the queue with another few people behind me, when two girls burst into the toilets, they must have been just 18 and were both dressed in tight black dresses.

One girl caught everyone's attention by shouting "????" very loudly, and everyone looked around at her, she carried on to her friend "Em, there's a ????ing queue". She went towards the front, bent double, and said to the girl at the front "Please will you let me jump the queue, please, please, I'm about to piss my pants, I need to go now, I need the toilet, I need the toilettt!". The girl at the front was not very pleasant and told her to queue like everyone else, then somebody else joined in "Yeah girl everyone else has been queueing, you just wait your turn!". This girl was walking up and down the queue with her hand in her crotch. As I said she looked like she was 18, petite, with slightly tanned skin and quite a posh accent, blonde shoulder length hair.
"Em what do I do, I'm literally about to piss myself" she said to her friend.
"Izzy you just have to wait, cross your legs" said Em.
At this point one of the cubicles opened and Izzy tried to jump the queue, but the girl in the front told her very directly to wait like everyone else.
Izzy was by this point bent over next to her friend saying "I'm going to piss myself, I'm about to piss myself, I can't wait, I can't hold it". Then she let out a squeal and shouted "????". She jumped up onto the top of the sink, tugged her knickers down and then started peeing forcefully into the sink.
"Oh my god are you joking?" shouted one of the girls in the queue. Another started taking photos to which the girl stuck her finger up.
When she had finished Izzy hung around waiting for her friend Em to go to the loo which didn't take that long in the end, then left looking very red faced.
Quite a dramatic trip to the loo and I had some sympathy for the girl but also it was true, everybody else had been waiting a long time too.




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