Cara
Hi everybody!
I had an interesting day today. It was in some respects just another day in the office, and like all other days by about 10am I could feel my bladder calling me. For once it was fairly quiet and I was able to actually go for a wee straightaway. I mentioned to Wendy, who works next to me, that I was going and she said she could do with a wee too. On our way to the ladies we also put the kettle on for a coffee. Now although its quite a small office, there are two cubicles in the ladies toilet, but when we went in we found one had an our of order sign on the door. Well no matter, Wendy grinned at me and said I had better go first. I walked into the cubicle and Wendy carried on chatting standing by the door and I dont know why, maybe just the way she was stood there, but in a flash of maybe either indecision of forgetfullness maybe I just didnt shut the door - maybe I figured it rude to shut it in her face.
So there I am lifting up my knee length navy skirt and lowering my flesh coloured tights and white knickers in front of Wendy. It wasnt until I sat down that I realised what I'd done. By then though I didnt know what to do and Wendy seemed not concerned. It wasnt until I started to wee that Wendy said she hoped I didnt mind her watching me. What could I say - I smiled and said it wasnt a problem. Well she wasnt exactly watching me as just chatting. I finished up my wee wiped my pussy and started pulling up my knickers and tights. Once I had dropped my skirt I turned round flushed and came out the stall to wash my hands.
Wendy went in after me and I noticed she didnt shut the door either - now I have known her for about 6 months now and whilst we have gone to the ladies together, its always been in separate stalls so you can imagine my confusion. As I washed my hands I could see her in the mirror as she hitched up her long black skirt and started to pull down her white knickers to her knees. She sat down and I could then hear her weeing. I dried my hands and just automatically went to the stall door and almmost ended up staring at her. (to clear things up I'm as straight as the next girl and Wendys in a long term relationship so its nothing like that) but I guess I was just totally thrown by this sudden display of openness. For a few seconds I was just staring at her dark pubic mass as she wee'd. I did manage to get a grip and focus my attention back to her face and I dont think she noticed. Wendy then wiped pulled her knickers up, dropped her skirt and we returned to work.
It wasnt until later in the day when we were having a coffee that she said she hoped I didnt mind the whole toilet thing but apparently her family are quite open about such things and apparently she simply forgot momentarily where she was. Now I've had a chance to reflect I think I'm fine with this - whether it will happen again I dont know, but it was fun in a funny kind of way.
Any other girls had similar experiences?
Cara
Hey this is my first time posting but I've been reading over the site for a few months. I'll describe myself - I'm 16 and quite tall, 60 kgs, blonde hair and some say I'm the cross between Willian and Harry the princes of Wales. My favourite posters on this site are Punk Rock Girl, the Emily's and Scarlett.
I've got a story from the other week. It was about 7pm in the evening and I felt a big poo coming. I left it about 10 more minutes then took a trip to the toilet. I pulled my pants down to my knees and sat on the toilet. I knew it was going to be quite a bit one as I hadn't gone for 2 days and I had eaten a lot in that time. I pushed slightly but it didn't budge at all. I pushed harder and the end of it emerged. If it was any thicker my butt would have split. I kept pushing harder until half of it had come out then I took a rest. It wasn't soft either. I kept pushing for another 5 minutes until it dropped into the wated with a loud splash. Another couple of bits fell out too about 2 inches in length. I got up and wiped and looked down. An amazing shit lay beneath at at least 8.5 inches. I got up and flushed but as I expected the shit never went down. I tried again with no relief so went and got a stick to break it up with. I went away that evening with a sore ass but to ! the relief that I had moved a bit poo in its place.
UK guy
John D.
The girl in today's picture looks like she could be relaxing while taking her morning poop.
I took a bizarre poop today. I went to my favorite Dunkin' Donuts with the single-person unisex bathroom. I like this toilet because it is usually clean (the girls working there also have to use this toilet to poop). After a good push, a 5-inch poop came out. It was bizarre because it had small lumps on the sides of it.
My list of female celebrities who I would like to see sitting on the toilet and taking a big poop:
Jennifer Lopez
Jessica Alba
Christina Aguilera
Lucy Liu
Janet Jackson
Desperate to poop
That girl is enjoying a nice satisfying dump while reading the magazine.
Just like me, I enjoy a good read while it slowly oozes out
Louise
LEWIS - Hi guy! Here are my answers to your questions.
1) No I never wet tp before wiping.
2) No I do not use pre-moistened pads or cloth in addition to tp.
3) No I never use powder on my bum.
4) No I do not often wash my bum straight after.
5) I only use dry tp on my bum and nothing else.
6) I can not say I wipe only once. If it is a dry shit and there is no mess then yeah. If it is softer then it may be I will need to wipea few more times.
I hope my answers are all right.
BLUE EYES - Hi girl! Yeah, I have had accidents but not too many. My funniest one was when I was needing a wee when I was in the street on a night out with Steve. I had a long white dress on. Well a taxi cab was passing and the driver used the horn to get somebody out of his way and it gave me a shock. It made me jump and I wet myself! I soaked my knickers and the front of my dress!
THE HOLD IT MAN - Hi guy! When you have your hold contest at Halloween, how much are you and Katie going to drink before you start? I bet a lot of people will not think my 6 hours 15 minutes was a very long time to wait, but I think I was very well hydrated before I drank my 2 pints of water.
Later I looked at how much my 1850ml of wee was. I know my ???? got hard and a bit inflated but I still amazed my husband and he wonders how I could hold that much wee. It may be that it helped that I had a shit not too long before and gave me a bit more space.
Love Louise xxxxx
CARA - Hi girl
Ina is the real expert on the tool. It is called a Travelmate. She has used it a lot more and a lot longer than me, but it is a tube shaped at the top so you can get it snuggled in and wee through it. It is good for girls who want to wee standing up but are not very good at it. I am good at weeing standing up when I have my pants down, but I can use the travelmate to wee through the my jeans zipper and things like that when it is an emergency.
Love Louise xx
INA - Hi girl! I liked your story about weeing through your travelmate onto the car park. It was not very kind of the shop refusing you their toilet.
KATRINA - I do a lot of pelvic floor exercises and I have done that since I was a girl. My mum got me into it and I think it has made me strong down there.
Louise.
~make-each-day-a-sensual-journey~
Hello again everybody. one summer vacation was sailing in the ocean
on a boat called "noah's ark" with some of my friendss. two hrs after
lunch, it got unbearably hot, so we decided to swim, & 3 minutes later
we all jumped into the water, but they feared (deep ocean or/& sharks),
so they were only bushing around the ark. but i seemed more alive in
water & i'm called "fish-man" or "human-fish". anyway, i was freely
enjoying the cool clear sea water, maybe 500 meters away from the
ark, the sky was so clean, light blue, & the clouds were so white like
cotton. & all of a sudden i had this urge to go. i knew i couldn't make it
after swimming back to the ark & getting aboard & finding the bathroom,
so i took off my swim-shorts & took them in my hand, & tried to relax
my nerves. i felt the monster snake down into my rectum. I felt a huge
log in my back passage. then i felt my anus start to open, & let out this
long fat knobby turd. it was so huge & it just kept going. finally my anus
cut it off, & soon it floated onto the surface of the water behind me. i
turned & looked at it. it was so lovely, floating there, almost stareing
back at me. i started to swim back to the ark. have fun! Best wishes to
all! more to share. love u all. joy is what life is all about. & life is
soooooooooooo short, so why not------------>
~make-each-day-a-sensual-journey~
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
Plunging Plop Guy
Hi to you all,
On holiday recently, one of the places I stayed at had a bidet in the bathroom. I've never used one of these, and although I know what they're for, I don't know how you do it! Do you sit on the porcelain with the water up to your arse, then stand up and wipe, or do you crouch over it, and wipe your arse, dipping it in the water? Do you use TP, or your own towel, and is soap used as well?
I suppose there will be different ways that people use them as there are different ways people wipe their arses after using the toilet, but I wondered what is the most efficient and hygienic way to use one.
Some time ago when I had a lot of trouble "down there", I was advised to bathe after every time I had a shit, but the only time I might find a bidet to be useful now, would be after a very messy one.
When do others make use of them, are they useful, and especially; HOW?
Something else that occurred to me on holiday was the protocol of leaving the bath, if someone was in urgent need of the toilet in the same room! It's not happened to me, but I wondered about a hypothetical situation where you're relaxing in a bath, and it's the only room with a toilet, and someone needs to use it, and calls through the door.
If it was another male, I'd naturally get out of the bath, let him in, and get back in the bath while he uses the toilet. I wouldn't expect him to expect me to go and stand outside the door wrapped in a towel to preserve his inhibitions, although if was a woman, I wouldn't expect to stay in the room while she was.
Anyway, even though in guest houses and hotels, I've never known there to be a shortage of toilets at any one time, it's a situation that must happen in people's own homes sometimes, or someone's on the toilet taking their time having a shit, or are constipated, and someone's banging on the door desperate! What happens in those cases?
On sunday, I went to the public toilets, and had the pleasure of doing a really loud shit that splashed me, and someone was outside the door waiting to go on. He heard me having a good one, and my arse was clean after, so minimum time taken in wiping up, and he went in straight after. After I came out, I'd started walking away, and realised I needed a piss, and decided to go back to the toilets.
All the cubicles were full; one had the sounds of snoring from inside, and another had a dog and a load of bags outside, as though a homeless person was inside. Being a wet cold day, I realised that toilets are a warm attraction to those living on the streets.
Anyway, I had my piss, then noticed this young very stocky, and good-looking guy in tight jeans come in, and seeing all the toilets were in use, stood waiting. I made out I was waiting as well, as I was fascinated in the idea he wanted a shit. He was very patient, and I was trying to make conversation with him about having to wait, and he was friendly and polite, but I longed to hear him on the toilet!
Eventually, I called out was anyone finished yet, and the guy whose dog was outside called out he was nearly done, and as he came out, I asked the guy I'd been waiting with if he wanted to go first. He thanked me, but declined, and said it was my turn. I went in the now-vacant cubicle, but as I'd just had a good shit, wished I'd held on, and so this guy could hear me going! Anyway, I just stood in there for a minute, and came out, pretending I'd been, and he went in. I heard him pull his tight jeans down, sit on the toilet, then two loud splashes, and a quick pulling on the TP roll. As he was wiping himself, a woman called out and asked if he was OK, he replied, then someone else came in to use the toilet, so I left thinking how inconvenient when people have to wait for others who hog toilets for ages.
I stay in there a long time myself sometimes, but always vacate a cubicle when I know others are waiting, and I'm not actually doing a shit.
Good to hear from you again, Miss KENDAL! Regards to Andrew, Eleanor and Michael!
BIG JOB BOY, I forgot to mention re. your post where the boy at the caravan site went to the toilet. It sounded great, the sound of his efforts on the toilet and a loud SPLOSH, but I liked the way he was so uninhibited, walking acroos the site with the toilet roll in his hand!
I wondered if you got to see a lot of guys advertising where they were going like that!
NATHAN, Glad you've got a friend who uses the toilet next to you when you go. You might both be able to mention the different sounds both of you make on the toilet, and speculate about your diets, and find he's really keen to shit with another guy! I hope you feel quite OK if he really likes hearing you on the toilet.
As for myself, yesterday my turds were all smooth bullet-shaped ones that were very enjoyable doing! It's like looking in the toilet at a lot of large spent cartridges!
Happy toileting, P. Plop Guy
Rizzo
Hello again!
FAT WOMAN, you truly leave me nigh speechless with your description of mighty Karen on the loo!
To: ~make-each-day-a-sensual-journey~
Now that was a really good story of you sitting and shitting at night in the open into a vat, bum-to-bum - or should I say cheek-to-cheek? - with your hostess!
I also enjoyed the Ode to an Upset ???? by the unnamed poster. I have just suffered something
similar, but thankfully I had only two bouts of dark green squirts which smelled like rotting sillage. There must be some bug going around.
Uncle Allen, yes you should have asked someone to hold the door shut, you came very close to a nasty accident! Then, spraying the toilet bowl at home from on high before your bum has hit the seat is accident enough, I should say!
I was at home, standing and peeing into the toilet, when I felt a fart build up in my rectum.As this happens often, is nothing new, I did the same as usual when no stranger is within earshot: I pressed out what I believed was gas and to revel in the echo of a loud trump.. It was not, it was hot, and liquid too, a smelly poo! I barely managed to shut it off, tear down my pants and trousers, swivel round on my heels and plonk my bottom on the toilet seat to release a hot load, so runny, that it hissed out as loudly as my wife’s pee! I then had to carefully take off my trousers (these were still clean) and soiled underpants, wash my backside on the bidet next to the toilet bowl and go and get fresh underwear. That was the first round. It happened again half an hour later, but this time I was careful! No accident! After that I swallowed a double dose of vegetable-carbon and yeast-extract pills. They cleared up my ???? in a very short time. My bottom was soon blaring away i! n loud flatulence instead of hissy liquid squirts! It is really good stuff called Carbo-Levure, and it has saved me several times in the past
Oops, I have to go now, reading this site has become a laxative! Peace to all, Rizzo.
PV
STEVE & LOUISE --
705mls! Done it! A couple of nights ago I managed to mine my bladder to the last drop, backed up over the loo because I found myself turtle-heading as well. When I checked the level, I was just above the marker! Something tells me this is my capacity and hoping for any major increases will be as futile as resisting the Borg!
I had a good poop this morning too -- an inch thick all the way along, smooth and easy, it just slid out, and it was heading round the S-bend before it broke off. I calculate at least 16 inches long -- that was fun!
Cheers,
PV
Complaints:
This about speaks for itself about the me too's.I've never found the 'aunts and uncles' thing to actually be off-putting. It may bother one or two people, but it could just be the moderator's personal preference; a lot of people might scoff at that sort of thing.The other item, is the subject of all these, quite frankly creepy posts, and they are all from men, most probably not gay, by the way. It is one thing to post something different about intentionally filling your pants. It goes too far when it starts getting into staging accidents, discusssions about underwear, sitting in your mess for an extended period, posts about erections and orgasms, and the creepiest of all, following other people to the bathroom/running in after someone else is done to enjoy the "warmth". Half of these posts are already not making it. The other half are 75% of the complaints. In the last three or four days, the response to this issue has been huge. That says something is really wrong here when there are more complaints than posts.
I'll tell you what *is* truly aggravating: Some posts will be several pages of...
Dude 1: Liked your story.
Dude 2: Liked your story.
Dude 3: Liked your story.
Dude 4: Liked your story.
...
Dude 126: Liked your story.
Dude 127: Liked your story.
Dude 128: Liked your story.
Is that really necessary?Scarlet
LEWIS--In response to your survey:When you have a bowel movement, do you
(1) wet or moisten your toilet paper before wiping? NO
(2) use a pre-moistened pad or cloth in addition to toilet
paper? NO
(3) use powder on your behind? NO
(4) wash your behind immediately? NO
(5) use nothing but dry toilet paper on your bottom? YES
(6) usually wipe only once? NO
BREANNA--You asked if anyone was near TN...I'm in central KY.
PPL ASKING ABOUT TOP 5 CELEBRITIES YOU WANT TO SEE USING THE BATHROOM:
MALES:
1. Daniel Johns
2. Hayden Christensen
3. Seth Green
4. Heath Ledger
5. Billy from Good Charlotte
FEMALES:
1. Rose McGowan
2. Mandy Moore
3. Marie Serneholt of A*Teens
4. Beyonce Knowles
5. Avril Levigne
TOM: Thanks for answering my survey. As for being abstinent--that's cool. The guy I like is too. You could solve your problem by yourself...if you catch my drift...anyway, shaving down below isn't a problem. I shave every time I shave my legs and armpits, which is like everyday or other day. It makes wiping so much easier and i feel cleaner.
Sorry this post is short, I'm in a hurry and didn't have time to get caught up on all the great stories! Later!
~Scarlet~Gotta go pee girl
My friend had to go pee so bad.All of us Knew it.
We started making noises that made her have to go worse.
We also started tickling her. Suddenly,she peed on her self. WE
all were so sorry.She has had bladder problems ever since.
sarah
I still cant crap
Nu
Hi!!! it's been a long time sicne i got on here I know. Cool stuff all around. I LOVE the girl stories. I LOVE girls! Big secret huh? I thought I'd come on to say Carmalita's okay, she's just busy. Her only problem is that she just loves everybody too much and gets too blown away by everything she has to do. She's got lots of classes and has to write about 6 papers. She and Jake are taking me to New Mexico this year for Christmas with her "familia." Carmalita said to me, "You think I shit big? you should see my little sister Luisa clog up a toilet." I'm looking forward to taht! Luisa is such a little doll!
I thought I'd tell about me and Carmalita today. She took a very serious shit out in the woods this morning! We went for a hike in a wooded marshland and it was freezing out today! I didn't have anything in me, but Carmalita had a big load! she was wearing her jeans, heavy coat and a hooded sweatshirt with paper towels folded up in the front pocket. We stopped by a grove of trees near several ponds. I had to piss so I squatted down near some bushes and let the water rip. I looked up at Malita and she was smiling down at me. She has a devil of a smile. A beautiful dark brown face, with long curly black hair and this dazzling smile! It's not fair! After I peed she started teasing me going "c'mon honey, take a poop for me...squeeze one out." so I pushed hard, but nothing came out. We then walked a ways when she siad she had to take a big shit. There was this field of really tall grass and lots of trees and Malita pulls her jeans and panties down and squats right tehre in th! e middle of the field. Her ass is so brown and round. The wind was blowig her hair in all directions and I could hear her strainging on her turd. Damn it was a big one! She started crapping this semi soft stuff that was piling up beneaht her ass. One turd looked like it was about 20 inches long all coiled up. Her little butt was making all these nice pooping sounds like with crackling and poofing. She grunted, then finished up with a light brown turd that was thick and heavy and fell off the pile because it was so fat. I wiped her butt for her while seh was still squatted in the brush. She has a very soft butt! Carmalita is the bomb!
Abotu a half hour ago, she took another shit and the bathroom still reeks. Two big dumps in one day. Even from outside the door I could hear her turds dropping and hear her grunting. Big plops, very smelly! Yuuuuuck!
Oh well, now it's my turn and I finally have to take a serious shit. I can feel it. It's going to be a big one tonight, so I better grab my magazine. I'm sure Carmalita will come in and entertain me while I poop for her. She loves to make me laugh when I'm on the toilet. I just wanted to say hi because it's been a long time since I posted here. Malita sends her love and kisses to everybody. Me, her, Angie, Tes & Otmana and Jake are all going out dancing tonight, so I guess i'd better go take my shit!
C-U!
John Q Public
Katrina:
You remind me alot of my younger sister. She is about the same height as you are (6'4"?) she's into dance and other athletic activities, and she can hold for ever, and then it's Niagra Falls in the bathroom. She's been like that for as long as I can remember, and alot of my oldersiblings, cousens and friends of the family have been amazed many times by her ability. About the only difference is that you claimed that you are a bruenet. My sister is a blonde.
Your story about your trip to the theme park reminded of my very earliest mamory of my younger sister. As I have stated before, I have very poor bladder control, and when I was a kid it was alot worse. I was also very small for my age to boot.
Anyway, I was 8, and she was just barely 5, and not even in kindergarten yet. I was only about an inch or 2 taller then she was at the time, and I was in a diaper and plastic pants because of my medical problem. For some reason, my mother and sister were out, while my dad and I were home. I don't remember the exact time, but I was getting ready for bed when my mother and sister came home. My mother was admonishing my sister for not going to the bathroom since she got up that morning, which was about 9 or so. Well she came running up the stairs and into our bedroom. (We shared a bedroom back then) She was bent over in pain and crying as she undid her pants and pulled down her little panties. She then sat down on the toilet, leaned forward and peed with such a hiss that both my parents heard it all the way at the bottom of the stairs. My mother came up to see if she was alright. She was still crying a little, but it was easy to tell that she felt alot better. App! arently she had held out for 8 hours, and also drank alot of soda pop and by the time she got home, she was bursting.
I also got a glimps at her stream, and it was about as thick as a rope, and splashed into the toilet water with amazing force. By the way, it also just occured to me that my mom also had a stronger bladder then my dad did. He and I often made my mother and sister impatient when they had to wait for us to take a leak while they could hold out then let loose a torrent later.
Lolo
Bethany - plz tell thev storie about your friend.MEAt-LoVeR-galz
Hi, my name is agnes. i'm new here, but i'm not surely new because i've read this great story especially pooping story for about 6 months. i've decided to post my first letter now.
Here is my story:
Last week my friend asked me to came to her birthday party, and i've heard that she serve many beef steak and bbq there (like my id, i love to eat much meat and steak, but i'm not fat though!) Then i came and ate steak as many as i can. I forgot the time and when i realized, i've eat that kind of steak for 1 hour non stop!! How greedy i was!! I felt my stomach was very full with meat and no rice!!
The next day, i badly needed to go to the toilet. I took of my short until my ankle and sat down on my "throne". The first time just fart came out pfffffffffffffftttttt!!!!!!! i enjoyed it very much! and the big load started to ran out. i wasn't an easy dump really! it was very hard and dry, and my anus was bleeding because i was sooooo hard and dry! the dump growth up centimeter by centimeter and it was VERY dark brown. besides my effort to pushed it out, i enjoyed the smell and the texture of my turd. it was bark brown and the texture like a rock, so artistic!!!!i tried to push it out and it was hanged below my anus until approx. 15 centimeter. Then SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a very hard Plonk make my ears happy. Then i continued with other poos. All of them were sank down the pan and just 2 of mine floated. the smell was stinky and i flused it!
This is my first post, maybe i will send you more!
(Don't forget to eat meat and poo everyday!!!! they're nice!)
see ya,
Agnes
PANTYHOSE GIRL
CARA:
y do u feel self concious about just wearing pantyhose and no panties, i do it all the time, the control top of the pantyhose can act as your panties, ive also had accidents in my pantyhose?, what r yr favourite colour of pantyhose? and how thick do u like them, have u ever accidently pooped in your pantyhose before??Punk Rock Girl
I must have missed Camalita's post about leaving. Hey, Babe, it's been nice shooting the shit--iterally--with you! Sad to see you go! Whenever you have a monster dump, remember your friends here at ToiletStool! XOXO
Tina: Funny story! I laughed out loud when I read it. Good to hear that you found the silver lining in such an embarrassing situation.
Barbie Doll: Your feelings about Carmalita leaving are reciprocated. And let me tell you, my boyfriend loves to watch me on the crapper. I'mm not big on watching him, but he likes to watch me and I like him to watch!
Lewis: I've answered your survey twice, now! I thought I saw it posted. Please double check, because I know I did it.
Patrick: Yeah, that's a mean joke to play on someone. I was at a camp once when I was fourteen, and the closest latrine to me was coed. There were boys and girls latrines further away, but I didn't always feel like walking. One time I went in (three toilets lined up in a row--they had little stalls, but no doors), and there were two guys on the outer toilets, so I had to take the middle one. I had a mega-ump, with plenty of farting and splashing, and one of the guys commented to me that he didn't know girls could shit like that. I said, hey, man, I can have a baby! So I can also crap out an astounding load! THey were quite impressed!
Once again, bye Carmalita! Stop back and see us please!
Peace!
PRGJared
WHOA! That masthead pic looks so much like Mallory! Except Mallory's bigger altogether, and specifically she's got "a little more booty in the pants" (which she flaunts so well). Other than that, it's her!
TOM: I am from the United States. And I wasn't aware about the whole coed bathroom thing before I went to college.
TURDBOY: Isn't the image of Pink squatting and smoothly pressing out a thick log tantalizing? And the way that you described it, "unfurling beneath her," was quite a way to say it. Like I said, college campus sometimes equals coed bathroom.
The last twenty-four hours have been quite eventful for me in the way of bathroom related activities. Clarionne was in that aforementioned coed bathroom yesterday evening. She was just in front of me as we were going in, and since we found a time when no one else was going to be in there, no one else was there! (How amazing that logic is...) Therefore, we could talk while in the bathroom. I took the farthest stall away, and Clarionne took the one adjoining mine. Before we went in, Clarionne said, "Um...just so you know, I'll be, uh, well, I'm gonna be..."
It would seem that I hadn't helped her to completely eliminate her fear of using the bathroom in front of the opposite sex. So, seeing her discomfort, I said, "You'll be busy for a while, and not very talkative. I understand."
Clarionne's face lit up. "Thanks."
I entered my stall, continuing with what we had been talking about earlier (hydrogen bonds, if you're really THAT curious) and suddenly had an idea. Instead of trying to mask the sounds of my defecation (which I was sorely needy of), I simply let it out. It was, luckily, continuous, and nicely firm, so there was little smell. However, as for sound...
"Did you just...are you..." Clarionne asked. Then, "Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean...I mean, it just-"
"It's all right," I said, rolling some toilet paper into my hand. "We all do it."
"In that case," Clarionne said, "you won't mind if I...go now?"
"Go ahead," I said. "If you want, I can hurry up and leave."
"No, stay," Clarionne replied. "I just sat here and listened to you, so it's only fair."
"I suppose," I said, wiping.
"Oh yes, I will have to warn you," Clarionne said, a little hesitantly, "my stomach has been a little upset, so maybe you would like to leave."
I was sensing her drift, but I was now a little curious as to what she would do. "It's okay, I'm not done anyway." Which was true, since I was in the process of urinating.
There was a pause, and then the loud sound of Clarionne passing gas loudly (and wetly) and mushy bowel movements poured into the bowl. Even though some have expressed indifference and even disgust about diarrhea and soft movements, to me, these are just as good as the normal ones, and sometimes even better.
"I am so sorry," she said, then farted again and resumed the emptying of her bowels, "but you have no idea how good this feels to let it all out." Then she gasped. "I can't believe I just said that." I don't think that I need to speak for the smell, let me just say, I probably should have taken Clarionne's advice.
The sound of toilet paper being rolled signalled that Clarionne was finished, and I flushed as she was wiping. As I was washing my hands, she came out of her stall, blushing deeply and fanning the air. "I'm sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it," I said. "Everyone has their rough days."
"Yeah, and maybe we should put an "Out-Of-Order" sign on the door," Clarionne said, washing her hands and giggling to herself with a sheepish, slightly embarrassed, but still relieved look on her face. "If anyone comes in here, they'll be out of order for a while."
I smiled at that. Then, as we were leaving, Clarionne said, "You know, that was quite the experience. I mean, last time it was different, since I didn't know you were in there. But now, I think I liked it a little. Does that make me weird?"
"No," I said. "It makes you refreshing. It's kind of annoying when girls are uptight about stuff like this. I once knew a person in high school who said she would never tell anyone if she was...in the situation you were just in. If she had to go to the bathroom, she'd say to the teacher, 'Oh, I just have a little stomach bug,' or 'My stomach's kinda upset.' Then she'd hope that the person would get her drift."
"So what you're saying is that it's kind of...a breath of fresh air?" Clarionne joked.
"You're quite glib about something that you wouldn't have admitted to doing even a week ago," I replied.
I'll tell about the other one later, this next one featuring Mallory, (and this one is a watcher, Barbie Doll) but now I don't quite have time. So I'll see you guys later!
Jared
dylan
to bryian,
no, i dont still poop in the play trailer. that thing is long gone.
i got one more poop story to share tonight. i posted this a while back but it didnt get put on so i'll try again. this may our school band went on a trip to virginia beach for 4 days. it was four boys to a room. boys were on different floors from girls. we had free time one day and everybody went to the beach but i stayed at the hotel and sneaked my girlfriend tessa into the room while everybody was gone. she was nervous because she was afraid she was going to get caught in a boys room and get in trouble. a while later she was fidgeting like she had to pee or poop and i asked her if she was ok. she said that she really had to poop bad because she was nervous and that makes her have to go. she went into the bathroom and i went with her. she sat down on the toilet naked and there were some loud plopping noises right away. she peed then wiped her butt and got up and i saw one big turd sticking out of the water and some small soft looking turds floating on top before she flu! shed it.Krista
Hi everyone. I haven't posted in a REALLY long time (other than a quick question yesterday) so for those of you who don't remember me or have joined since I last posted, I'm the girl with Cerebral Palsy who had an older sister named Laura.
I've got a story to share.
Last week I had to go to the doctor for a check-up. We waited in the waiting room forever. We finally got called back to a room, and the nurse asked me a bunch of dumb questions, then she left and told me that the doctor would be in shortly. I sat on the edge of the bed waiting, since I knew I'd have to get up there eventually anyway. After waiting for about 10 minutes I started feeling like I needed to go #2. I told my mom and she told the nurse. The nurse told me that the doctor would be in shortly and that I would have to wait. About 10 minutes later I got a really intense stomach cramp. I fought the cramp for about 2 minutes before it became too much. All of a sudden a whole bunch of chocolate pudding like poop flowed out of me and into my panties. In the shock of my accident I lost control of my bladder and peed my pants completely, adding to the mess. My mom went to get the nurse and yelled at her all the way down the hall for not letting me go earlier. The doctors! office didn't have any clean underwear for me to change into so they gave me a pampers size 6 diaper to wear. My sister changed me while my mom yelled at the nurse some more. The faces she made while changing me almost made the gross feeling of the mushy poop in my pants worth it. The diaper was a little too small but it was better than nothing. I wet the diaper once before we left, but I waited until we got home to be changed.
Ok, more next time. I need to get to bed.
Love,
Krista
Krista
Hi everyone. I haven't posted in a REALLY long time (other than a quick question yesterday) so for those of you who don't remember me or have joined since I last posted, I'm the girl with Cerebral Palsy who had an older sister named Laura.
I've got a story to share.
Last week I had to go to the doctor for a check-up. We waited in the waiting room forever. We finally got called back to a room, and the nurse asked me a bunch of dumb questions, then she left and told me that the doctor would be in shortly. I sat on the edge of the bed waiting, since I knew I'd have to get up there eventually anyway. After waiting for about 10 minutes I started feeling like I needed to go #2. I told my mom and she told the nurse. The nurse told me that the doctor would be in shortly and that I would have to wait. About 10 minutes later I got a really intense stomach cramp. I fought the cramp for about 2 minutes before it became too much. All of a sudden a whole bunch of chocolate pudding like poop flowed out of me and into my panties. In the shock of my accident I lost control of my bladder and peed my pants completely, adding to the mess. My mom went to get the nurse and yelled at her all the way down the hall for not letting me go earlier. The doctors! office didn't have any clean underwear for me to change into so they gave me a pampers size 6 diaper to wear. My sister changed me while my mom yelled at the nurse some more. The faces she made while changing me almost made the gross feeling of the mushy poop in my pants worth it. The diaper was a little too small but it was better than nothing. I wet the diaper once before we left, but I waited until we got home to be changed.
Ok, more next time. I need to get to bed.
Love,
Krista
Stan
I think I've posted this before but got no responses. I too enjoy taking a nice crap in my pants occasionally. I only do it when I know Im going to have a reasonably firm dump. Id do it everyday were it not so messy. I also dont like having to constantly replace underwear I've soiled and had to throw away. But I LOVE the feeling of shitting my pants.
Nathan
Barbie Doll makes some interesting points, some of which I agree with others not.
I, like you, am not at all interested in the idea of shitting or wetting myself. This is something that would only happen if I had no control over my body, for medical or whatever reasons. I do have an interest and gain pleasure (why else would I visit this site?)in going to the toilet to do whatever I need to do, and a curisoity about situations where it is necessary to "go" elsewhere when there is genuinely no toilet available. Although I agree with the point about whatever turns people on I would prefer to read about people relieving themselves with their underwear away from the relevant bodily orifices! after all the site is called "The toilet" - more about depositing into said invaluable item of plumbing piece rather than one's underwear would be good.
I do think its a bit unfair to moan about the number of posts by males about males (whether straight or gay). I have not been visiting the site for that long but assume that the nature and subject matter of posts must fluctuate depending on the interests of those who can be bothered to submit their experiences. There seems to be a good number of interesting posts from the ladeez (yourself, Punk Rock Girl, Emily etc etc.) I find that you can generally get the "flavour" of a post within a couple of lines even if the poster is "unknown" and I often "skim" through bits which I find less interesting or too verbose. No-one's forcing anyone to read any of this.
Nothing personal to anyone - I think the site is great as it is and much respect to all who tell of their own and others' experiences here.
FAT WOMAN
Hello one and all. I haven't posted in like FOREVER. But I'm back. I wanted to share an experience I had last week. My friend Karen and I attented a fat acceptance convention last week and during a break she whispered to me that she needed to use "the facilities." Well my ears perked up at this news so I immediately said I needed to as well (even though I didn't). I haven't weighed myself in a while but last I checked I was 270. Karen, who is fat and proud, boldly tells anyone that she is a whopping 350. Naturally, seeing this heavy but majestic woman on the toilet, straning mightily, would be an unforgettable experience. I didn't know if she needed a poo, however, but judging from her pained expression and her request that we try to find an out of the way bathroom "so we can have privacy", I hoped for the best. We waddled down the hallway, and up several flights of stairs, stopping every so often to catch our breath. I noticed that Karen was clutching one her enormous assch! eeks as we walked. Finally we located a restroom at the end of a deserted hallway. Upon entering we were surprised to notice that there were no stalls, it was just a toilet in a large room.
"Do you need to go bad?" asked Karen. I told her I could wait.
"Thank God!" she sighed and waddled over to the toilet.
"I'll wait outside," I said, turning the doorknob.
"Don't be silly! There's nowhere to sit out there, you can sit in this chair," and she pointed to the seat on the opposite side of the room. I crossed and sat down, grimacing with the effort of trying to fit my huge butt onto the chair. Then I watched as Karen prepared for her toilet activity, lowering her transparent old lady hose with little grunts, lifting her huge flowered moomoo and seating her self slowly and regally. "UGH!"
As I had a head on view of the toilet, I took in the sight. Her white thighs, buttocks, and belly jiggled as she adjusted herself. She caught me watching her. "Take a picture, it'll last longer!" We laughed. I don;t think I had evermet someone so uninhibited by their body or by its functions as I would soon discover.
"I've been constipated all day," she said. "During this whole convention I've been miserable. I just have to get some relief and I think I'll be able to go now. But I think I may have to..." her voice trailed off as her stomach tightened "make....ssssooommmee...noooiiisssee..." The strain in her voice was intense as she started to bear down. I was silent, not wanting to say anything to ruin the moment. "Uggghhh....uggghhhh...ugh!" Her grunts were ugly and unladylike. Her hands gripped her belly rolls and she bore down some more. "UGGGHH! MMMMM! MMMMM! MMMM!" This continued for several minutes until she sat back, panting.
"Having some trouble?" I asked.
"I just...(pant pant) can't get started...ugh!"
She leaned forward on the toilet, undualting back and forth, her elephantine body straining with the effort of her constipation. I think in those moments she forgot I was there. Her fat face grew dull as she stared hard at the floor, her belly heaved, more tense minutes of intense grunting concentration ensued, to no avail.
"I wonder if I could ask you a favor," she pleaded. "Could you rub my buttcheeks for me? Just massage them gently. It has worked for me before."
Unhesitatingly I crossed to the toilet and bent over her staining form. I squeezed the abundant flesh, feeling it jiggle in my hands as she again began to grunt heavily. "UGGGHHH!!!NNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!! OHHHHH!!!UUUHHHHH!" With each mighty grunt I pressed and forcefully squeezed her asscheeks and in this way we were successful in acheiving an evacuation. I don't thin I have ever in my life seen a bugger turd. It wouldn't flush so we just left it there. Karen's ass was in a great deal of pain afterwards, and I was sorry of rher, but for me it was worth it!
FAT WOMAN
Hello one and all. I haven't posted in like FOREVER. But I'm back. I wanted to share an experience I had last week. My friend Karen and I attented a fat acceptance convention last week and during a break she whispered to me that she needed to use "the facilities." Well my ears perked up at this news so I immediately said I needed to as well (even though I didn't). I haven't weighed myself in a while but last I checked I was 270. Karen, who is fat and proud, boldly tells anyone that she is a whopping 350. Naturally, seeing this heavy but majestic woman on the toilet, straning mightily, would be an unforgettable experience. I didn't know if she needed a poo, however, but judging from her pained expression and her request that we try to find an out of the way bathroom "so we can have privacy", I hoped for the best. We waddled down the hallway, and up several flights of stairs, stopping every so often to catch our breath. I noticed that Karen was clutching one her enormous assch! eeks as we walked. Finally we located a restroom at the end of a deserted hallway. Upon entering we were surprised to notice that there were no stalls, it was just a toilet in a large room.
"Do you need to go bad?" asked Karen. I told her I could wait.
"Thank God!" she sighed and waddled over to the toilet.
"I'll wait outside," I said, turning the doorknob.
"Don't be silly! There's nowhere to sit out there, you can sit in this chair," and she pointed to the seat on the opposite side of the room. I crossed and sat down, grimacing with the effort of trying to fit my huge butt onto the chair. Then I watched as Karen prepared for her toilet activity, lowering her transparent old lady hose with little grunts, lifting her huge flowered moomoo and seating her self slowly and regally. "UGH!"
As I had a head on view of the toilet, I took in the sight. Her white thighs, buttocks, and belly jiggled as she adjusted herself. She caught me watching her. "Take a picture, it'll last longer!" We laughed. I don;t think I had evermet someone so uninhibited by their body or by its functions as I would soon discover.
"I've been constipated all day," she said. "During this whole convention I've been miserable. I just have to get some relief and I think I'll be able to go now. But I think I may have to..." her voice trailed off as her stomach tightened "make....ssssooommmee...noooiiisssee..." The strain in her voice was intense as she started to bear down. I was silent, not wanting to say anything to ruin the moment. "Uggghhh....uggghhhh...ugh!" Her grunts were ugly and unladylike. Her hands gripped her belly rolls and she bore down some more. "UGGGHH! MMMMM! MMMMM! MMMM!" This continued for several minutes until she sat back, panting.
"Having some trouble?" I asked.
"I just...(pant pant) can't get started...ugh!"
She leaned forward on the toilet, undualting back and forth, her elephantine body straining with the effort of her constipation. I think in those moments she forgot I was there. Her fat face grew dull as she stared hard at the floor, her belly heaved, more tense minutes of intense grunting concentration ensued, to no avail.
"I wonder if I could ask you a favor," she pleaded. "Could you rub my buttcheeks for me? Just massage them gently. It has worked for me before."
Unhesitatingly I crossed to the toilet and bent over her staining form. I squeezed the abundant flesh, feeling it jiggle in my hands as she again began to grunt heavily. "UGGGHHH!!!NNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!! OHHHHH!!!UUUHHHHH!" With each mighty grunt I pressed and forcefully squeezed her asscheeks and in this way we were successful in acheiving an evacuation. I don't thin I have ever in my life seen a bugger turd. It wouldn't flush so we just left it there. Karen's ass was in a great deal of pain afterwards, and I was sorry of rher, but for me it was worth it!