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*Aleesh*
hey everybody!! how yall doin??? hehe
i have a survey and please ALL THE FEMALES PLEASE TAKE IT..I'M INTERESTED IN UR ANSWERS....PLEAZ especially PunkRock Girl...shes the best at this.

1. How many women take off all their clothes to pee? crap?
2. How often do you piss in the shower?
3. Have you ever pooped in the shower?
4. Do you women pee before, after, or during pooping?
5. Have you ever peed in a doctors office?
6. Have you ever pooped in a bedpan?
7. Girls, do you squat while peeing in the toilet? woods?
8. Have you ever squatted on the seat?
9. Do you sit, squat, or stand while peeing in the toilet?
10. Do you sit, squat, or stand while pooping in the toilet?

that's it for now....everyone please respond please thanks luv yas

Twice Shy
Coming through--

I just can't stay away from those Chipotle burritos at work; I had one for lunch yesterday at 1:45 PM. I therefore found myself driving in my pickup truck to the office with a major storm front approaching from my descending colon. It was a feeling as if I'd been inflated with a service station air hose. As I rode along, I ripped off a couple of high volume farts, until I was finally on the last bit of freeway approaching the office and I knew the central source to be at hand. It's hard to know what to do in this situation: if one lets loose on the voluntary musculature associated with the rectum, the pressure is not such a problem, only a good squeeze or two from time to time with that same structure will hold the formation at a higher position in the colon, where it doesn't offend as thoroughly.

So I got to work at 9:45 AM and figured I might as well throw in the towel--the fart-fest had clearly passed, and now I had to pay the piper. After dropping off my briefcase and coat in my office, I retired to the good old B-corridor john, where crapper #1 was available with no neighbor. Given its freedom, blast #1, which felt essentially solid, chugged into waiting position on bowl-bottom. At this point, I had more of that sickly feeling that accompanies a good diarrheal case, along with a goodly smearing of that red chile/tomatillo salsa to top it off. The remainder of the crap was a semiregular series of smaller chunks, leaving me again with barely-formed log-lets on the order of 5/8" (16 mm) in diameter. Unlike diarrhea proper, this waste did not have the accompanying liquid phase--the water, aside from its garnishing of corn kernel floaters, was clear, right down to the heap.

I'm becoming better at handling the wipe after dumping out such an express shipment, and my butt-crack hardly burned this time. It felt a little as if someone had taken a 1-3/4" (40 mm) hole saw to my hole, with a dead zone that felt as if it should be smoking, but that quickly cleared up.

Maybe today I'll drive over to California Pizza Kitchen, to obtain one of those sweet & spicy italian sausage pizzas I like so much. Those also stir one's vitals into vitality, from what I recall. The eating, well, that is but the flip side of its complement, the dump. I understand now why the industrialist Mr. Bush calls his "bean footage" so "beautiful" in the ads.

Time to work, I do believe.

Bubba
Hello fellow peeing enthusiasts,

After some truly astounding accounts from regular posters & newbies alike, I must share the meager experiences I have had, if only to encourage those posting phenomenal bladder exploits to continue doing so. For the new contributors (and regulars) who do not know/remember me through this board, I have been a reader for over 5 years and finally emerged from "lurk" status shortly before Thanksgiving (Old Posts pg 1026), only to lay dormant for the past two months, always anxiously awaiting new tales of unbelievable females pees. I must also do my part by posting, to ensure that the "demand" for these stories stays strong, and to let those that post them know they are certainly appreciated.

To quote from the great 60s film "The Sound of Music", "Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start". This is an apt title to quote from, providing a great double entendre in that the "music" in this case is provided by lengthy, hissy, unimaginably powerful female pees. I cannot say for certain how I came to appreciate the strength that lies in some bladders, but one of the earliest memories I have involving urination came from a friend that lived down the street, whom I played with off and on throughout my younger years. I was around 6 years old at the time, having just begun kindergarten. One day after school, my friend (who is male) invited me to his house to play after school. When we got there, he said he had to pee and told me I should go into the bathroom with him. Being six years old, it really wasn't a big deal for the two of us to go into the bathroom together, so I followed him in. He then began to pee with a force that I didn't k! now could be produced, peeing very hard for a good length of time, probably 25-30 seconds. I was fascinated by this, and I didn't really know why. Perhaps it was because I could not create such a forceful pee, and even if I could, I could never keep it going for so long. I think this same ideology is why I am amazed today by incredible female peeing. My friend was clearly proud of his ability, and wanted to demonstrate it in front of me. Thinking back on this, I wonder now if his mom, dad, or older sister perhaps had the same peeing abilities, only on a much more mature level. Unfortunately, he and I did not stay friends for very long, and I was never privileged to listen to his other family members.

I now knew that not all male bladders were made the same, but it wasn't until I was around 10 years old that I discovered that not all female bladders were created equal. One day, I was sitting in a recliner located in our family den, watching whichever after school cartoons were popular at the time. The doorbell rang, and my mom answered it. I remembered that my aunt (through marriage, not blood related) was planning to visit after she got off work. Just a minute or so later, I clearly heard what sounded like a faucet being turned on. I was confused, as I did not hear my mom go into the kitchen. Listening a bit closer, I realized this wasn't a faucet I was hearing, as there was a slight variation to the sound being produced. I then remembered that right before I heard the sound, I had heard a door shut. Of course, I didn't pay heed to this before, as doors open/close all the time in homes. However, this seemed significant now, as the only door in the vicini! ty was the one leading to our downstairs bathroom. The sound was still going strong some thirty seconds from when it started. It had a hissy quality about it, and didn't sound like it was coming in contact with water. Finally, after around 50 seconds of non-stop hard gushing, the noise stopped. I perked my ears, and I heard the unmistakable sound of a toilet flushing, and my aunt emerged a couple of minutes later in the den. I was perplexed, trying to put together everything that had just occurred. Never before had I heard someone peeing, male or female, in that bathroom from where I was sitting, and certainly not at the level of intensity that I had just witnessed. I was extremely fascinated by this, although I had no idea why. The bathroom was probably 25 feet away, and two corners had to be rounded from where I was sitting to get there. Also, there were several steps leading down to the bathroom, so I wasn't even on the same plane as she was, yet I heard her thun! derous stream as if I was listening right outside the door. Now, I wish I understood my interest at the time, so I could have heard this fantastic pee in its full glory, splashing off of the porcelain at such force that I might wonder if the toilet could handle such an expulsion of urine.

By far, the biggest arousal for me with magnificent peeing is the thoughts/comments said by both the pee-er and anyone in the vicinity of hearing such a great pee. I often wonder if my aunt had any thoughts while she was creating this deluge. After 40 seconds, did she think "my god, is this ever going to stop?" Or perhaps she worried that she was going so loudly and strongly that others could here her (which, fortunately for me, was true). Maybe she didn't care, only being conscious of the fact that her aching bladder was receiving relief after being incredibly full. I wonder if there have been other situations where she has been equally desperate in a public building, and simply amazed others by her seemingly endless, forceful, hissy stream. I often fantasize about a woman entering a bathroom only to hear another woman peeing away loudly, moaning with relief. The first woman enters an adjacent stall, does her business, cleans, re-dresses, and washes her hand! s, only to hear the other stall-occupant peeing at the same level as when she first entered the restroom. The one finished fixes her hair and make-up, amazed at what she hears in the background and wanting to see just how long it will continue. However, the peeing doesn't stop, and the woman standing in front of the mirror realizes that her true intentions would be obvious if she simply stood there, dumbfounded by the endless stream cascading in the toilet of the corner stall. Having nothing else left to check, she reluctantly leaves the bathroom, all the while the droning of pee continues unmercilessly, the spatter noise resonating off the walls in the otherwise silent restroom. In this scenario, I wonder what the peeing woman thinks. Is she proud? Embarrassed? Amazed at her own abilities? Has this happened before, and if so, is it a frequent experience? Do her friends tease her to no end about her unique talent? How many Katies, Jills, Leakys, Katrinas, Tanyas, n! umerous women of John Q's life, and probably countless other phenomenal pee-ers are there in the world? And, perhaps an interesting question, have these women ever encountered another woman who simply amazed THEM with her bladder prowess? I wonder if Tanya has ever met her female match?

Wow...quite a rant I went on there. As always, if anyone has any more tales, or even comments heard about a great pee, please share with us, and I will try to do the same.

Leaky: Welcome to the board...please continue posting your terrific stories. You mentioned that your friends often made comments about how they thought you were running a tub instead of peeing. If a specific story comes to mind, or if you had an especially amazed friend, do share.

John Q: Always great to read about the great pees from both your sister & gf. Please keep them coming.

Katrina: Absolutely amazing story about your peeing out the fire in front of your rude male peer. Please continue these great posts.

Mickey: Always great to hear about how Jill amazes people with her terrific pees. The last one about the middle-of-the-night-pee in front of the new family member was a classic. Please share more as they come.

Diva: Great tale about your 11 hour hold, and the resulting 2+ minute pee that ensued. I loved how you said you were known by your classmates for your long, hissing pees. If you can remember any comments or shocked revelations regarding your bladder powers, please share with the group.

Hold-it man: Awesome New Year's Eve adventure story. I envy you being able to witness the final three pees at the end of the night. Please keep posting.

Filup: Thank you for the previous compliment about my writing. I hope you enjoy this post as well. Please post more of you and your gfs peeing ability when you have time.

Nop: Welcome to the board. Great story about your girlfriend taking a never-ending pee. These are the stories I enjoy most, as you could probably tell by now :). Please post more of your experiences when you have the time.

Just Another Guy: What can I say? You are the king. The "pee-off" between you and Tanya after a day's adventure at Magic Mountain is again up there with the greatest post I have ever read. I loved the accounts of her friends' amazement at the never-ending pees Tanya produces. Even more, I love how Tanya actually made the exclamation to you that she didn't produce such "big" pees at school, leaving it to believe that the pees her friends were referring to were ones taken when she really didn't have to go all that much. If only they knew her true abilities, they would probably pass out from the shock. Absolutely astounding. You and I are definitely on the same wavelength on this issue. I probably don't need to say this, but please post more as you can. Thank you for your efforts so far.

I apologize to anyone I missed who posts these types of great accounts. Take care all, and keep 'em coming!
-Bubba

Twice Shy
Study of industrial efficiency

Back when I was in college, there were times I'd get to the hallway in front of the classroom early, so I had to sit there finding something to do, as classes let out for the hour before. A couple of times I'd take up station a short distance from the women's room, sitting so that I'd be able to look straight ahead at the door without being conspicuous. My objective was to time female students as they did their business between classes. I'd turn my digital watch to chronometer and note someone going in, then run the stopwatch until she came out. The times tended to be on the order of 70 - 90 seconds. I guess we were probably talking #1 for the most part. This was a college where most people commuted from home, so I'd think most folks took their dumps there. Also, it was a polytechnical institute, meaning that the M/F ratio was on the order of 4:1, and I happened to be in the engineering building, not science or architecture. Thus, a male student would typically f! ind a stream of females of any description to be interesting. That now seems like a whole long time ago.

John Q Public
Wetguy, that was an interesting story about you and your dad on the road trip. When I was 17, I wore diapers all the time, and even to this day, if I am going on a long road trip, whether I am alone or with others, I allways pack the diapers because there is no way I can last 4 or 5 hours without a bathroom break. The last time I tried, I wet the seat. It happened on my way home from work one night when I got caught in an unexpected traffic jam, and drank something before I left. I posted that story a while back, but I don't remember the page.

Vacations in the family car were never a problem for my 'iron bladdered' sister and mother. My father was of normal capacity, but I was hopeless when it came bo bladder control.

One time, I was on a trip with my Mom, sister, and aunt. My father was not on this trip because of his work schedule. We were going to spend a day at the Zoo, which was about a 5 hour drive from where we lived. My mom didn't want the hassel of trying to find a gas station so we drove straight through. I ended up having to change myself in the moving car once on the way to the zoo, and on the way home. My Sister helped me out. By the way, I was 14 at the time, and my sister was 11.

When we got to the zoo, I had to pee and change myself, my Mom and Aunt went to the rest room, and my sister waited outside for us. We made a day of it. Through out the day, I made the most frequent trips to the rest room, but I stayed in a diaper in case it got too crowded. My Mom went maybe two times while we were there, and littl miss 40 gallon bladder and Aunt bladder didn't make one trip. We stayed the night at a hotel. At around 9 or so, we decided to go to our room. I, as usual, had to dash for the bathroom to change myself and relieve my tiny spastic little bladder, while my sister who was somewhat uncomfortable not having peed since we left that morning, walked into the bathroom and proceeded to fill the bowl with a long, hissing, foamy piss that none of us could have even guessed at when she was going to stop. My Mom, as so often before, admonished her that she should never let that much urine build up, and she wouldn't be in so much pain if she used the! bathroom a little more often. She simply replied that she was not in any great deal of pain.

My aunt was the next one into the bathroom. She had gone out to pick up KFC Chicken for dinner, and was taking a bath. She casualy strolled into the bathroom, and proceeded to hiss out the most acryd smelling piss I have ever smelled, for what seemed like for ever. She was easily there for twice as long as my sister. There was no visable sign of either relief or discomfort. We even conversed about school, what we saw at the zoo, and she spoke with no strain in her voice what so ever. She just peed and peed until she was finished. The water level in the tub started to go down so I turned the water back on. My Aunt was worried about me scalding myself so she asked me to flush for her after I was finished. When she left the room, I could not resist checking out her work. Even the foam had a yellow tinge to it, and when I blew some of it away to see what the piss looked like, it was very dark, just like vinigar, and the smell was so strong that I could hardly stan! d to have my face down there to blow the foam away. I couldn't believe what I smelled, saw and heard.

Katrina
Aleesh:

Crapping is not my main thing. I am more into peeing and bladder strength and capacity, but I will try to answer your survey as best I can.

Again, please pardon the caps lock, but I want to make sure that my answers are set apart from the questions.

1. How often do you get constipated?

HARDLY EVER. I CAN ONLY REMEMBER 3 OCASSIONS.

2. What was the longest time you were ever constipated for?

IT WAS ABOUT A DAY.

3. After just being constipated, and it finally comes out, how do you
feel?

IT FELT QUITE GOOD, BECAUSE THERE WAS A HUGE LOAD.

4. Do you fart when you poop?

YES. ALL THE TIME.

5. Do you take as long as neccessary to poop, or do you go fast and try to be done quickly?

I ALLWAYS TAKE MY TIME TO MAKE SURE THAT I AM COMPLETELY EMPTY WHEN IT COMES TO BOTH POOPING AND PEEING.

6. Do you have to catch your breath after pooping?

NO. I AM IN EXCELENT PHYSICAL SHAPE AND HEALTH, AND I USUALY FEEL ENERGISED AFTER A GOOD DUMP OR PISS.

7. How often do you get diarrhea?

AT A GUESS I WOULD SAY ONCE OR TWICE A YEAR.

8. Do you enjoy pooping?

NOT AS MUCH AS I ENJOY PEEING BUT YES. I DON'T PAY AS MUCH ATTENTION TO POOPING AS I DO TO PEEING, THOUGH.

9. Explain how you sit when you poop? where your underwear is, pants, how you sit, etc.?

PEEING OR POOPING, I SIT WITH MY LEGS APART EXCEPT FOR MY ANCLES WHICH IS WHERE MY PANTIES ARE. I LEAN FORWARD, AND BEAR DOWN.

10. Do you find pooping relaxing?

IT CAN BE A TERMENDOUS RELIEF WHEN I HAVE TO POOP REALY BAD, BOT OTHER THEN THAT I DON'T QUITE KNOWHOW TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION.

11. How many times a day do you poop?

USUALY ONLY ONCE.

12. What was the biggest poop?

I DON'T QUITE REMEMBER, BUT I HAVE PUSHED OUT SOME TURDS THAT WERE ABOUT 3 INCHES AROUND AND ALMOST A FOOT LONG.

13. Do you grunt and moan when you push?

ONLY ON THE RARE OCASSIONS THAT I WAS CONSTIPATED. AGAIN, I AM IN SUPERLATIVE PHYSICAL CONDITION SO PUSHING OUT HARD, BIG LOGS IS WRATHER EASY FOR ME.

14. How do you know when you have to take a crap?

I USUALY FEEL AN URGE IN MY RECTUM LIKE MOST ANYONE ELSE. SOME TIMES THAT URGE GETS QUITE INTENSE, BUT USUALY NOT PAINFUL UNLESS I HAVE DIAREAH.

I hope those answers are satisfactory. Now I have a surbey about peeing that I would like the girls here to answer.

1. How often do you pee through out the day?
2. On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being incontenent to 10 being comparable to me in holding and capacity, how would you rate your bladder control?
3. If you were to have a bladder holding contest with your boyfriend (or girlfriend if you are gay, or bisexual like m e)who would win? Did you ever have such a contest? If so, who won?
4. On long road trips, who has to stop most frequently to pee, you or your boyfriend?
5. What is the longest time you ever went without peeing?
6. What is the longest time you peed?
7. On a scale of 1 to 10, (same scale as question 2) how would you rate your bladder control and strength when you were in Grammor School? High School?
9. When you were a child, how did your bladder control compare to other kids your own age, including siblings, cousens, friends and class mates?
10 FINALY, how far can you project your stream, and how does it compare to your boyfriend's?

Full to capacity

Wetguy: In answer to your questions: When I wet myself it goes left as that’s the way I dress. And I use the words wee and piss most.
I wet myself for enjoyment but have had genuine, embarrassing accidents.
Once my wee starts to get cold and clammy I just want to get my underwear and trousers down. This can be awkward if I’m not at home or in my car.

Paul R
Emma & Brooke's 20 questions!

12. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were physically unable? (Broken leg, physical handicap, etc.)

When I was nearly 14 I had an accident on my bike, I fractured my right hand and sprained my left hand. I couldn’t use either hand or fingers because of bandages or plaster. It was 3 weeks before I could use one hand. For that time my mother had to dress me and help me with going to the toilet.

It was obvious I couldn’t attend to myself in the toilet so my mother told me she would help, she also told me to try and not be embarrassed as she wouldn’t take any notice.

At first it felt weird having her standing next me and undo my zipper, she got my ‘do dah’ out and pointed it into the toilet while I did a wee. After 2 or 3 times I got more use to it.

I didn’t do a BM for 4 days as I dreaded the thought of how I was going to do that. It was when she was holding me out to wee one time that she asked if I needed to do the ‘other’ by now. I think she realised I would be uncomfortable about doing that, I said “yes”.

She pulled down my trousers and underpants and stepped away, I then sit down on the toilet seat. I had been holding it back for quite a while and had lost the sudden urge to go. I sit there for about 5 minutes silently straining and didn’t do anything, she joked “I must be putting you off”. I told her she probably was, and also the fact that there were other people, including my 18 year sister and her boyfriend in the next room knowing what we were doing. The obvious thing to do would have been to ask my mother to leave while I was doing it then come back, but I didn’t want the bathroom door opening and closing while I was on the toilet.

After I made a couple of plopping sounds in the water, she asked if I had finished. I had to say “no”. I then strained hard and done loads. She got the toilet roll and started wiping my bum. I just stood there feeling quite shy while I could feel toilet paper up my rear.

She then pulled up my underpants and trousers and I left the bathroom. No one said anything, it was just silence, and I think that made it worse.

super soaker
Hello everyone-

I am sorry that I haven't been able to post in the past few weeks. I have been able to keep up with reading the posts. School work and being out of school twice has left me with little free time. I have had many experiences in the past 3 or 4 weeks, but I don't have the time to post them right now (it is Friday right now). I may post them tomorrow, but then I am going to Florida for almost 2 weeks after that. Hopefully I will be able to promptly post after I get back with many vacation stories (plus the ones from the past 4 weeks).

To wetguy- I read your post about crapping your boxers. I often intentionally piss my pants at home, but I dislike shitting them because of the clean-up.

Hope to post soon (might not be till March),
super soaker

The bride says "I poo"
My best friend Samantha got married recently, my friend Lynn and myself were bridesmaids. We had helped Sam into her wedding dress and had just fixed her veil when she said "Oh God, I need to have a shit". I thought that it may be a good idea to get her out of the dress in case there was a disaster, Lynn and I unfastened the dress and lowered it so that Sam could step out of it, we left her veil on as it was a short one.
I quickly grabbed a camera and decided that a photo of Sam in her bridal underwear would be nice for the bloke that she was about to marry. She posed like a model in her white lacy bra, panties, suspender belt, white stockings, white stilletos and wedding veil. I took a photo of her, then she said she had to get on the toilet as was about to explode.
I went into the bathroom with her, she pulled her panties down to her knees and sat on the toilet as I checked that her veil was clear. I held both her hands as it was obvious that she was feeling nervous.
She began excreting soft turds which went PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK PLOOSH as they came out, it was a bit smelly. She said "Oh that's better", then she did a load of sloopy stuff which went SPLOOTT SPLOOTT SPLOOTT along with a loud echoey fart which was very wet, the bathroom was now very smelly. Then she squeezed my hands very tight as she let a massive gush of diahorea come out followed my three or four loud wet farts. She said "Oh my God, I needed that"
I told her to get it all out now as she would not be able to go later, she pushed and another spurt of diahorea came out along with another wet fart, she gave one final push which resulted in a fart only. She said "Thats it, i'm done", I said that when she had wiped herself clean she would need her bum washed. She held her legs up and I pulled her panties off, I held her veil up as she wiped her bum clean. As she stood up I saw her insides in the toilet, soft lumps covered in diahorea which was spattered all over the toilet bowl.
When she had finished wiping I flushed the toilet, there was still a load of it left floating there. We went over to the sink and I wet a flanel and soaped it up, I washed her bum and then dried her with a towel. She held each leg up in turn and I pulled her panties up over her stilleto heeled shoes, then she pulled them all the way up.
I went and flushed the toilet again, this time it all flushed away although the bathroom was still quite smelly.
Lynn and I helped Sam put her wedding dress back on and soon we were ready to leave for the church. She said that when the vicar asks her if if she will love, honour and obey she will say "I poo", the three of us fell about laughing.

wetguy
I will respond to Emma and Brooke's 20 questions, but will split it up, answering the first 10 here and the second 10 in my post to follow. Before I begin, i will say that I am currently 17 years old and male.

Emma & Brooke's 20 questions!

1. Were you ever as a child given permission by anyone to go in your pants?
A: No, I haven't, but I wished that I had been!

2. Have you ever as a child went in your pants on purpose as part of a game? (Truth or Dare, Hold it Contest, Playing as the baby or small child while playing house house, etc.)
A: No, I never played any of those games with my friends, unfortunately. That doesn't rule it out for the future, though!

3. Have you ever as a child went in their pants on accident because you didn't want to stop doing whatever you were doing?
A: Yes, and I continue. When I was young right up 'til I was like 12, I would go out and play in the snow. On the few occasions that I had to pee bad while outside, I would usually just piss my pants rather than get all undressed and go inside. Nowadays, I usually just wet my pants if I'm working in my room and have to pee. It's easier.

4. Have you ever as a child went in your pants either on accident or on purpose while you were sick?
A: Once, I crapped my pants when i was evidently sick b/c i couldnt get to the bathroom in time. Doing this confirmed that I was sick.

5. Have you ever as a child went in your pants either on accident or on purpose while in the hospital?
A: No, i'm lucky enough to have never been in a hospital for that long.

6. Have you ever as a child went in your pants out of fear?
A: No, not that I can recall.

7. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were locked in a room with no bathroom or locked out of the bathroom?
A: Once recently i really had to pee but my brother was in the bathroom. I didnt know this 'til i found the door locked, and i let out a squirt of pee on the way to the other bathroom. Not a big accident, but something.

8. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while traveling in a car?
A: Yes, I was 15 and peed in my jeans in a traffic jammed parking garage after an NBA basketball game with my dad. As soon as we got to the car, I had to pee bad, but we couldnt go back up and there was nowhere to go in the garage. I held on as long as possible by squeezing my crotch, but after about 20 minutes I was peeing my pants. After letting a lot out, I could hold it until the rest stop, but i had a pretty big wet spot on my baggy jeans, which made it more noticable. Real embarrasing, especially being 15 with my dad there.

9. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while traveling on an airplane?
A: Nope, and I haven't been on an airplane in 6 years anyway.

10. Have you ever as a child went in your pants rather than use a public toilet?
A: When in public, I'll usually use the toilet despite its condition. I've certainly put it off sometimes while in the mall and started going in my pants, but i havent done a full wetting as a result of this.

The next 10 responses to come.

-wetguy
wetguy
Now, for the second half of Emma and Brooke's survey (Again, i'm currently 17/m.)...

11. Have you ever as a child pooped in your bathing suit either by accident or on purpose?
A: I started to by accident last summer at the beach. I've told this before, but the short version is that i had to go while sitting on the beach, put it off, ran to our condo unit, and had trouble finding my key. While searching, i started crapping my bathing suit. When I got inside, I discovered only skid marks, so my dancing around apparently helped prevent a disaster. I dont enjoy crapping my pants like I do peeing them.

12. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were physically unable? (Broken leg, physical handicap, etc.)
A: Nope, thankfully have never been in any of these situations.

13. Have you ever as a child gone in your pants because you were unable to get undessed quickly enough?
A: When I was like 11 or 12 I was at home and really had to pee. I got to the bathroom and was dancing around in front of the toilet trying to get a ridiculously tight button undone from my courderoy pants. I was finding it impossible to undo it while doing my childish pee-dance. Eventually I just couldnt control it and totally peed my pants standing in front of the toilet. I had to get my mother to get the button undone while standing in completely pissed pants. She understood, though.

14. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you weren't allowed to go?
A: No, I cant recall a time where these were the circumstances.

15. Have you ever as a child went in your pants in defiance? (Just to be a pain in the butt.)
A: No, I haven't.

16. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because there were no toilets available or because the toilet was broken?
A: Well, i always pee in my bathing suit on the beach b/c there are no toilets around. I dont have to be in the water to do this, i'm usually just sitting in the chair and when i have to pee such that its bothering me, I'll just go in my bathing suit and let it drip to the sand.

17. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while at the movie theater rather than miss the movie?
A: No, I can usually hold it through movies, but if I were in the middle of a row and had to pee, I'd keep holding it and only pee my pants if i really couldnt help it. I would rather do that than disturb the entire row by getting up.

18. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were too tired/lazy to get out of bed?
A: No, wetting the bed is the one thing that has never really interested me.

19. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while on stage performing or any other time while a large crowd was focused on you?
A: No, but once when i was serving mass I had to pee throughout the whole service. I couldnt do anything about it or fidget at all, so it was hard to hold it. But i made it, fotunately.

20. Have you ever as a child went in your pants in front of your friends during a sleepover or party?
A: No, but I did start peeing my pants when i was 13 and my friend Brian was over. We were in the basement playing table tennis and i had to pee, but didnt want to interrupt the game to go upstairs. All of a sudden, I started wetting my pants, so I turned around, unzipped, and just peed right on the basement floor, in the corner. I made a pretty big puddle. Here's the interesting part: the next time Brian was over, we were down there again and I noticed him dancing and grabbing his crotch discreetly. I asked him if he had to pee and he said yes and bad. I bet him two dollars that he could stand perfectly still for two minutes without pissing himself. He agreed. He had a pained expression on his face the entire first minute, and after 90 seconds he said he was about to start going in his pants, so he gave up. I told him he could pee in the basement too if he wanted, and he did. It was cool, he left a big puddle too.

21. Did anyone go in their pants while reading this list because it took them so long to get through all the questions that they couldn't hold it any longer? ;-)
A: No, but i defintiely have to pee worse now than when i started.

Hope you enjoy all the respones. Comments or questions on these or the first 10 are welcome.

-wetguy

Love
I wanna take it
1. How often do you get constipated? Depends on the food I'm eating

2. What was the longest time you were ever constipated for? Usually I can always poop, maybe three days

3. After just being constipated, and it finally comes out,
how do you feel? It's a nice feeling, a lot of shit, I like that!

4. Do you fart when you poop? Yes, I do, it's sometimes pretty loud, when I'm in the loo

5. Do you take as long as neccessary to poop, or do you go
fast and try to be done quickly? I like sitting there for a while, just read, do crosswordpuzzle or just think about my life. When I have time, I spend around 20 to 30 minutes in the toilet, otherwise only 10, but I can't do it in less than 10 minutes, too much shit.

6. Do you have to catch your breath after pooping? Sometimes, but usually it comes out without any problems

7. How often do you get diarrhea? Once a week at least...

8. Do you enjoy pooping? Yes, I like it!

9. Explain how you sit when you poop? where your underwear is, pants, how you sit, etc.? I pull my underwear down halr way and I either lean forward with my arms on my knees, if I write something I sit more straight.

10. Do you find pooping relaxing? Very realxing

11. How many times a day do you poop? Twice or even more

12. What was the biggest poop? I don't remember, I always have three or four loads per time and it's rather soft.

13. Do you grunt and moan when you push? Yes, when I need to

14. How do you know when you have to take a crap? There's this nice feeling inside me...

Tess
When you have to take a poo in a public toilet, what do you consider when choosing a stall

Furthest from the door
Next to an occupied stall
Next to an empty stall
Non-handicapped
Cleanest Bowl
Broken door
Most graffiti
Largest Supply of toilet paper
Something else - specify

John Q Public
Hi again. I was going over the posts one more time, and I thought I would answer Emma & Brook's survey.

1. Were you ever as a child given permission by anyone to go in your pants?

<My parents were very understanding of my physical problem and they knew that I couldn't help it. I didn't need permission>

2. Have you ever as a child went in your pants on purpose as part of a game? (Truth or Dare, Hold it Contest, Playing as the baby or small child while playing house house, etc.)

<No. I was trying to gain control. My sister, cousen and I, however, did use to play house and I was allways the baby on account of my diapers.>

3. Have you ever as a child went in their pants on accident because you didn't want to stop doing whatever you were doing?

<Frequently. I had no bladder control at all as a child.>

4. Have you ever as a child went in your pants either on accident or on purpose while you were sick?

<All the time, even as late as my junior year in hs.>

5. Have you ever as a child went in your pants either on accident or on purpose while in the hospital?



6. Have you ever as a child went in your pants out of fear?



7. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were locked in a room with no bathroom or locked out of the bathroom?

<No. It didn't realy matter when I was a child because of my condition, but to this very day, if I don't get to a bathroom when I need to, I will wet my pants.>

8. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while traveling in a car?



9. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while traveling on an airplane?



10. Have you ever as a child went in your pants rather than use a public toilet?

<Again, public or privat, gross or not, I went in my pants because I lacked control. I would some times neglect to change myself if the public toilet was too gross, though.>

11. Have you ever as a child pooped in your bathing suit either by accident or on purpose?

<No. I never had any problems or desire to poop in my pants or baithing suit.>

12. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were physically unable? (Broken leg, physical handicap, etc.)



13. Have you ever as a child gone in your pants because you were unable to get undessed quickly enough?

<As a child it realy didn't matter how fast I got undressed, but there have been times as recently as a month ago when I lost control because I waited too long and could not get my pants unfastioned in time.>

14. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you weren't allowed to go?

<My teachers in grammer school knew of my condition and gave me 'card blanche' bathroom privelages to change myself and to pee when I could make it. That didn't become a problem until high school.>

15. Have you ever as a child went in your pants in defiance? (Just to be a pain in the butt.)

<No. If anything, I would try to hold it like my sister did in defiance, or because I sometimes did not like facing the reality that my sister, 3 years younger, was physicaly stronger then I was. It allways ended in a wetting accident, though.>

16. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because there were no toilets available or because the toilet was broken?

<That happened alot when I was starting to gain control, and still happens today, but as a child it didn't matter.>

17. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while at the movie theater rather than miss the movie?

<Yes, and I still do that today. As a child, I allways wet myself, but I still can not hold my bladder for the length of any movie, especialy if I drink alot of soda, so if I am going to a movie that I realy don't want to miss, I wear a diaper.>

18. Have you ever as a child went in your pants because you were too tired/lazy to get out of bed?

<I would wet my pants while completely asleep and not even know it until I woke up. The bed weting went on until the middle of my college freshmon year. I do wake up on average of twice to pee during the night, but could still have an accident, and on some ocassions I don't quite make it to the toilet.>

19. Have you ever as a child went in your pants while on stage performing or any other time while a large crowd was focused on you?



20. Have you ever as a child went in your pants in front of your friends during a sleepover or party?

<All the time, but I was in a diaper, and wearing something over them so they never knew it. The ones who did know about it didn't care.>

21. Did anyone go in their pants while reading this list because it took them so long to get through all the questions that they couldn't hold it any longer? ;-)

<Not yet, but I do have to pee, and I may have waited too long. I might not quite make it, but I think I will.>

Zip
I took a dump in the park restroom where the stalls face each other (yes, again!). This time a guy, about 40 years old, came and took the stall directly across from me. He didn't seem to notice me at all. He had thinning brown hair and a goatee. He just walked right up to the toilet, turned to face me, unbuckled his khaki shorts, and let them drop to the floor. He pulled his underwear down to his calves, so they were suspended a couple of inches above his shorts. He was wearing white Hanes Select briefs. He sat there for about 30 seconds, then he grabbed the paper from the roll. He folded it and then started to wipe from the front. It was pretty cool to see someone wipe like I do. I think most people wipe from behind. He would carefully lift his "equipment" out of the way and wipe. He wiped about 3 times before he stood up, pulled up his briefs, adjusted himself, then pulled up his shorts. It was a short sighting, but still pretty neat!

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