Ash
Hi everyone, sorry this story is so long. Loved all your stories and I have some replies too, but I will do those next time.
This is for Leah – you asked if I had done an outdoor poop - and for everyone else who has asked me for my other Florida story. O.K. - we were in Vero Beach and we had to get to Tampa and my dad decided we would use Route 60 all the way. I remember that because it ended up taking so long my dad started swearing about it so bad and so often that mom told him to calm down. In the end all that did was just make it worse and put my dad in a really bad mood. Anyway, we started out about 10 in the morning and mom had asked “Does anyone need to use the bathroom before we go?” My sister Mel was the only one that went and she only did a quick pee. I asked mom how long it would take and she said “Probably just a couple of hours”. That was cool because although I could feel I might need to do a poo sometime, it wasn’t even asking to come out as yet, so it could easily wait for an hour or two.
Things were fine for the first hour (except dad was already getting frustrated), but then I started getting very faint but noticeable little feelings inside that told me I might need to do a poo sooner than I had thought. Even that was O.K. because I always hold it in and I’m good at that. This went on for another hour and by now my poo was definitely asking to come out and I was squeezing my butt quite hard to keep it in. Then another cramp hit me and I had to squeeze so hard that Mel noticed and I could tell by the way she looked at me that she knew exactly what was going on. She just giggled. I’m convinced she likes to see me getting into trouble holding my poo in.
I decided I couldn’t wait anymore and told dad, “Dad, I need a restroom, can we stop somewhere?” There was nothing but open fields, bushes, trees and swamps everywhere. My dad was really snippy and said “Does it look like there’s a restroom around, why didn’t you go before we started, your mom asked you both”! Mom said something to dad because he was angry and asked me if I could wait until dad could find a safe place to stop. Then my sister (she is such a pain sometimes) exclaimed in a loud voice “Ash has to take a dump real real bad, she’s going to poop her pants”. My dad swore again and Mom told him to stop the car and we pulled over to the side. She took one of those small boxes of tissues she keeps in the door and handed it to me saying, “Be as quick as you can”. My dad tried to be funny and told me to watch for alligators, and that scared me. Mom told him to be quiet. Then my sister yells “And watch for snakes”. Mom shouted at my sister and told her “Th! at’s enough!” I was scared to death by now so I wanted to be where I could see the car, but I didn’t want other cars to see me. My poop was really trying to come out by now and it was all I could do to walk and squeeze my ring shut at the same time.
I spotted a clump of bushes and headed towards it hoping and praying my poo wouldn’t start coming out before I got there. By the time I got there I was scared stupid thanks to dad and my sis and I quickly looked around to make sure there were no alligators or snakes. I could still see the car but now I had to figure out how to poop. By now I could feel I was losing the battle and despite my best efforts, the tip of my poo was forcing my little ring open and would soon be peeking out. I wrestled with my belt, which seemed to need much more effort and time than usual and got it undone. I popped the button on my shorts and pulled the zip down. I almost ripped my shorts and pants down together until they were at my knees and then it hit me again. Snakes!! I decided I couldn’t squat, not just because of the snakes but because I would also lose sight of our car. I figured I would have to try and do my poo standing up and I knew if I did that I would either poo or pe! e or do both, right into my pants. I was desperate, but I had no choice, I could feel the tip of my poop gradually getting bigger, so I pulled my shorts and panties right off and threw them on the ground to one side. I felt so embarrassed just standing there just in my sneakers and a tee shirt. Just then I saw the car door open, mom got out and started coming my way. I was actually really glad she did that and the first thing I said to her was “I’m scared of snakes”
She smiled and said, “There’s nothing here to hurt you, I’m right here – O.K.?” I felt a lot better and more relaxed now mom was with me. I smiled back at mom, handed the tissues back to her, opened my legs, bent my knees a bit and held on to them with my hands for support. I looked up at mom and started peeing, making a loud splashing on the grass and leaves below. Mom just looked and smiled again. As my pee stream slowed down, I leaned forward a little more and felt my ring start to open wide as the nose of my poop slowly made its way out. My pee slowed to a few final drops and I was left now to concentrate on what was happening to my butt. I sighed heavily and I know I had a strained look on my face which made mom smile encouragingly again. At last the nose was out and I could feel the main part of my log sliding ever so slowly past my ring. Mom kept smiling and said “There…you’re doing just fine, just take your time, there’s no hurry”. My poop kept ! coming and coming until it felt like a mile was hanging out of my butt. I quickly glanced down between my legs, and sure enough, I could see several inches of poo hanging there. I looked up and I could see that mom was watching it get longer and longer as well. “It’s O.K. just let it come out, you’re doing good”, she said. After what seemed like an age I felt the strain on my ring begin to ease off a bit and I knew the tail must be coming.
To my surprise the end came very quickly and my log fell to the ground with a loud whishhhh and I felt a huge sense of relief. I sighed heavily but almost straight away I felt a second load coming down and get ready to come out. I could tell that mom thought that after my first log fell out, I had finished. “I’ve got some more coming”, I told her, and before my poo hole had a chance to close up another log started coming out. This time it was much softer than the first one and it came out quite a bit faster. It was still quite long and glancing between my legs again I could easily see this one growing longer and longer until it too fell to the ground where it landed to straddle the first one.
I stood up straight and mom took some tissue and handed it to me. I bent over, much further than when I was pooping, to open my butt cheeks and wiped from behind. We both looked at the tissue, which was totally covered, in brown goo so it was obvious that my butt crack was very messy. Mom made another pad and I leaned over and wiped again. We both looked and it was better but there was still a lot of poop on the tp so I was still far too dirty. Mom made a third pad and handed it to me and again I bent over and wiped. This time it was still stained but getting much better. “Just a sec”, mom said and reached into her bag and pulled out a box of moist-towels. “Here, try this”, she said as she handed me one. As I took it she went behind me and watched as I bent over and gave my crack a long rubbing with the towel. “Almost there” she said from behind, “One more should do it”. I reached behind and took another towel and again bent over and wiped. “A bit higher”! , mom said and I did as she suggested. “That’s it” she added, “Nice and clean now I think”. She gave me another tissue to dry and I wiped for the sixth time and this time the tissue was still nice and clean when we looked at it. I threw the tissue into the bushes along with all the others and put my panties and shorts back on.
We walked back to the car and dad said absolutely nothing, I think he realized if he did say something, mom would likely lose her temper on him. My sister was a different matter, the first thing she did was give a loud giggle, point her finger at me and loudly exclaim in a sing-song voice, “Neh, neh, Ashley pooped her pants and had to crap in the woods”. I shouted back angrily, “No I didn’t poop in my pants!” That was it, mom nearly lost it. She glared at Mel and said in no uncertain terms, “That’s enough, I don’t want to hear another word from you until we get to Uncle Bob’s”. The rest of the trip was pretty quiet and nobody was in a very good mood.
That’s it – again, sorry it’s so long – that’s why I hadn’t posted it before. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it and please ask me any questions. Lots of love from Ash. XXXXXJonny the Jonny Brush
Well folks, regarding Diana, I have some disappointing news for you. We did our music lesson last Friday. Afterwords, I showed her this web page, and she became angry that I posted our stories without asking her first. Diana, as it turns out, does not like computers, and has some misgivings about the Internet, so she will not be joining us here on the message board, BUT she did give me her permission to post our stories, as long as I don't give out our last names.
Diana and I also decided to forgo our "contest" until next Friday, which is the last Friday before school begins.
Diana, as I stated before, was upset with me about posting to this forum without her permission, so we did something different last Friday for a "punishment." After our lesson was over, we stopped over at her house. She gave me a huge glass of Diet Soda, and a small chocolate bar, which turned out to be one of those laxitives. After we were finished, we went out to a wooded area around our neighborhood known localy as "The Pits." In simple terms, "The Pits" bascily use to be the town Sewer system before our new treatment plant was built back in 88. Long story short, the place got over grown by trees, shrubbery and various weeds, leaving no hint of the cess pool it once was, so alot of people use it as a "hiding place" when they do something that's wrong.
No sooner did we get there, then the laxitives kicked in, and I was cramping all over the place. That's when Diana told me of the laxitive she gave mt. I had no choice but to crap right there in front of her. I had to remove my pants completely in order to do my business. When I did, a long stream of runny diareah ran out of me like Hershey's syrup. While I was squatting there, it occured to me that I nad nothing to wipe with. Diana pulled a roll of tp out of her perse.
After I was done, we hiked around a bit, climbed trees like we use to do as little kids, and I was hit by another sudden wave of direah. I went thrugh the same ritual of shitting and wiping. As we hanged around, my bladder started to fill up from time to time, and I was so use to relieving myself in front of Diana by now, that I just hung it out and did my business whenever I needed.
Finaly, at aroung 7 or so that evening, we decided to call it a day. Before we left, Diana removed her jeans and panties. "Hold on a bit. I have to pee." She announced. She hung her cloths on a low hanging branch of a tree,and squted on the ground. A sly grin came to her face as a hissing torrent shot from her body. "Do you know how long I was holding, or how much I drank today?" she asked. I did not bother to answer her. Then she started talking again, all the while this thick ribbon of pee kept cascading from her. "Let's make our contest a little interesting. After our music lesson, we will pack up a cooler of Diet Pepsie, and we will return right here to this spot." I agreed to the contest, even though she didn't explain all the particulars. She wanted to make a bet. If she won, I would have to perform in a "duette" with her next October, and if I won, well....I can't say what I would get on this forum....."
I can't wait until next Friday. A full report will be posted.1. Your age, if you care to say.
18
2. Do you keep a jar or bottle near your bed? If so, how often do you pee in it?
No, never
3. Same for a bottle/jar beside your puter so you don't have to get up (presumably at home, not at school or the office, LOL).
never
4. Same for your car/truck.
there are always bottles but never peed in one
5. Wet bed by accident? Your age last time it happened?
i think about 15 years old when i had a dream
6. Wet pants by accident? Your age last time it happened?
probably about 12
7. Wet pants on purpose? How often?
not too often, but have tried it
8. Pee in shower at home? How often?
every time i shower
9. Pee in a public shower (gym, dorm, school)? How often? Others see?
every time at the gym, othe men are always near by, but i never look to see if they are looking.
10. Pee in sink at home? How often?
Only when my sister or parents are on the toilet
11. Pee in sink in public restroom (for example, at a concert or game in stadium when the urinal lines are too long)? How often?
Never
12. Pee out of a window, off side of deck at home, or similar, even though regular facilities are available? How often? With others watching?
Yes, off the deck once in a while, and I have out of a window after a few drinks.
13. Pee while swimming in ocean? In lake/creek/swimming hole? In pool? In your bathing suit while not in the water? How often for each?
Always in the water, once to see waht would happen in the bathing suit, pretty warm
14. Other unusual places where you have peed? Details, whether anyone else saw, frequency, etc. are welcome.
behing dumpsters, on the highway, etc.
Eric in Chicago
Thathyanna: A dude can pee when he's hard, he just can't aim very well. There's a valve in the urinary tract that closes off right before a dude starts to squirt his sperm, so he can't "come and go" at the same time, but that's really the only limitation.
I'm 16 female,I was on my way to my boyfriends house and I had this urge to fart but there was a couple walking a few feet in front of me so i held it in i finally was in front of my boy friends house so i waited be4 knocking so the couple were out of earshot and was just about to let rip when my boy friend opened the door damm! i had to hold it i went in we kissed went up stairs and i had forgotten about my need to fart so we went in the bedroom and watched a film i was wearing real tight shorts and i bent over tieing my shoe getting ready to go and i fet my boyriend hand cup my bum chek and i carried on pretending not to notice then i got the urge to fart again really really badly i made 4 the door as quily as possible but my boy friend slaped my bum as i was leaving and the loudest fart came roaring out from between my bum cheeks i went bright pink and turned and ran all the way home In future ill never leave my bum exposed to nips squeezes or slaps again
wetguy
I am 18 and male.
To AMANDA - Cool story about being at your friend's house! Also, there seem to be 2 Amandas here.
To ASHLEY - You pissed your pants twice in class and nobody said anything? WOW! I love pissing my pants too but would never take the chance of doing it right in class. Loved your story, though, and looking forward to more!
To ANNETTE - I also start as a freshman in college in a week or so. Looking forward to meeting a whole new group of people that will have no basis to know my interest in peeing and wetting pants on occasion.
To ASH - Thanks for your reply. As you can see above, I'm an 18-year old guy, just finished high school. Yeah, it definitely takes girls a long time to get your pants and stuff down to pee. For a guy, though, it can also be tough. Girls can sometimes wear skirts or dresses which allow you to lift them up and pee without doing a zipper, and if you pee in them, it doesn't show. For a guy, every time we pee our pants, it's there for everyone to see. And many times I've arrived at the toilet dancing 'cause I have to pee real bad and my zipper gets stuck. Of course, I can't stand still long enough to really concentrate, so it's basically hope for the best. Twice I've flooded my pants because of a zipper, though the real cause was that I was just too desperate. Looking forward to hearing more from you.
To KYLE - Liked both of your stories. Never really had anything like that happen to me. Sure, I've had to pee pretty bad on the bus from school sometimes right up to age 14 but I never actually peed my pants. I would have been totally mortified if I did, though.
To JONNY THE JONNY BRUSH - You haven't peed your pants by accident since you were 5 years old? Wow, that's damn good holding ability. Last time I had a pure accident (total wetting) was 3 years ago when I was 15. And even since then, I've had leaks here and there when having to piss bad!
-wetguy
TK
Good Sunday morning everyone. I just finished taking a huge shit. Renee was in the bathroom putting her makeup on so I went in there, stood in front of the toilet with my shorts down, and I took an amazing shit. I did it while standing up so the splash would be loud. I let out about three big turds, and then one huge log. It was partially dark brown and a light brown mix. Renee just laughed while I dropped that big shit. Part of the shit stuck to my ass so I had to get a big wad of toilet paper to wipe it off.
Has any one heard of the term...going for a walk refering to going to poop? i heard it today at work..this old guy must have gone to the bathroom to poop i'd guess, cause he disapeared and the person in charge said did Bob go for a walk? and they asked him if he was going and i heard he smiled.intresting what i heard today
For That thyanna
I see that question asked a lot on message boards here and other places Can a guy pee when he has an erection?
OF Course! I for one couldnt count the number of times Ive taken a piss with a boner. The tool is just still and like a hunk of wood. The pee hole is still there and all you do is just let it go.
Now, maybe some people are referring to not being able to pee like when at a movie theater restroom and some other guy is next to you. Its funny, cause sometimes neither of you can pee. Ive had that happen, but then just put it out of my mind, relax and piss away.
And one more example, of course, ah well like after some sex perhaps and your willie is still excited but you are all done, you go and pee just as anyother time with the ole willie standing up.
Im sure that there are times when all of us guys with a boner had to pee and just coudnt let it go. But if you just put out of your mind where you are, who is around you perhaps, and just relax. You will pee, and usually after your willie will shrink way way down.
I hope that answers your question for you and others that wonder.
Michael M.
PANTYHOSE GIRL
TO MICHELLE,
Where did you hear about Patricia Sagba pooping her pantyhose?????
Eric in Chicago
Thathyanna: A dude can pee when he's hard, he just can't aim very well. There's a valve in the urinary tract that closes off right before a dude starts to squirt his sperm, so he can't "come and go" at the same time, but that's really the only limitation.
Bryian
Has any one heard of the term...going for a walk refering to going to poop? i heard it today at work..this old guy must have gone to the bathroom to poop i'd guess, cause he disapeared and the person in charge said did Bob go for a walk? and they asked him if he was going and i heard he smiled.intresting what i heard today
Im a 14 year old male and this is my story. A couple of weeks ago I went to McDonalds and I ate 2 cheeseburgers and super fries. I walked home with my brother. I went to my dads house and we hanged out around there and played baseball. My mom picked me up from my dad's and we went to go rent Dumb and Dumber. That laxative scene is the funniest.
So anyway we are in the car and I felt a pain in my stomach. My stomach felt like it was churning. We were a miunute away from home when I got a sharp pain in my stomach.I had the urge to take a major dump. We pulled into the garage and I ran into the house.I didn't take my shoes
off I just ran straight into the bathroom.I picked up the lid,undid my belt pulled my jeans and boxers down and when My ass hit the seat I exploded. It was just like in dumb and dumber.Liquid diarrehea was coming from my ass. I held my hands on the bottom part of the bowl,lifted my legs off the ground and more diarrehea shot out.My legs landed back on the ground. I started to stomp my feet and when I stomped
my left leg a squirt came out and when I stomped my right leg I let another gallon of diarrehea evade my tank. I'm on the toilet with my underwear around the top of my knees and my jeans right below my knees.
The smell was awful so I grabbed a hand towel and waved it around so I could get the smell out. When I looked into into the bowl I was amazed how much shit was in there. I almost filled up the bowl with diarrehea.
I have another story.When I was at school It was 1st period and My teacher was strict about leaving the room.You had 2 hall passes the whole quarter and you couldn't leave the room without them. I felt the urge for a diarrehea and gave my teacher a hall pass. I ran to the bathroom. I took the farthest stall and undid my pants and exploded into the bowl. I farted a couple of times and made more shit come out. I wiped my ass and went to class. a COUPLE MINUTES INTO CLASS i GET ANOTHER URGE.I run into the bathroom again and have another explosion.
Next period which was gym we were running in the indoor track and I went into the bathroom and produced a 12 inch log.
Today i took the biggest dump of my life. I woke up early in the morning not feeling well. No wonder when i ate 3 dinners. One at my friends house another at mine and another at mine at 11 o clock. After breakfast i went to watch t.v. when i got these major cramps in my abdomen. I almost cried because it hurt so bad. Then i fart and following that i get the urge to poop so bad. SO i run to the bathroom and rip down my boxers and shorts. I fart for about close to 5 minutes of farting and then i stop. My hole slowly opens. i new that this was going to be a huge turd because i usually take huge dumps but nothing like this. I then feel the biggest poop come close to my ring i touch the tip with my finger. IT was harder then rock. I moan and grunt as it begins its move tearing my hole up. I have to push like crazy just to get a little out. After i push out about 6 inches of it, it stops and hangs there which really hurts. I rub my stomach and can feel that my stomach is moving! the poop out. IT hangs for about a minute until i fart and then it moves again slower then ever. IT crackles alot. After another ten ,inutes of pushing i pushed out 12 inches of it. I groan,moan,strain, push,and it moves a little more. I feel the area around my hole and i can feel the end is near. I look between my legs and the poop has already coiled up at the bottom and is still stuck in me. I give a huge moan and push and it drops making me really wet. I thank god for getting me through that. Then i had to deal with some some soft poop for a while. I pushed and farted alot and many soft long cables of poop come out. I have about ten of those and then i have another bout of diarreha and about 3 globs of poop. I finish with a long fart and some mucus comes out. I wipe ten times. The tp has blood on it. I look at the massive turd. 18 inches long and 3-4 inches wide with all of the kinds of food i ate last night. Corn steak. It was really huge. Happy poops.
Another Pantyhose fan
Hi Anne
Loved your story. I was alone in the house, and I got up, had some coffee, and got dressed; nice and relaxed. I put my pantyhose on without panties, which I do quite often. I was just going to put my dress on when, maybe it was the coffee, I felt that familiar pressure building up. I don't know why, but, standing there infront of my mirror, I started to do a couple of playful little pushes; just wondering what it would feel like. It started coming out of me, and then back in when I relaxed, and I really liked the feeling. Then, without a second thought, I suddenly did a big push, and this big hot sticky lump came out of me, and was held against my butt by the tight pantyhose. I reached around the back, felt that lump, and parted my cheeks, and my turd plopped into my crotch, and I squeezed my thighs together and got really messed up. It felt lovely and hot and primitive though.
It took a while to get cleaned up, so I wouldn't do that often. But, as you say, "What a turn on!"
Sean
I had the strangest poo last night. I sat on the toilet and straightaway did a pee. I felt my poo come down inside, my hole gradually opened and a nice pleasant feeling built up as my log slowly slid out and plopped into the water. But when my turd fell, my hole didn’t feel as if it closed up properly and the strangest thing is I didn’t really feel as if I needed to poop anymore. I sat there for two or three minutes but this really strange feeling that my hole was still wide open continued, yet I was sure nothing was coming out or just hanging there. I couldn’t resist and I know this is just a bit gross, but I shuffled forward a little on the toilet and from behind very carefully touched my hole with my finger tip. I was right, there was no poo hanging out, but I could feel my hole was pouting real big and was very very sensitive. I have to admit it felt kind of nice too. Also I could feel that it was still all domed out so I figured there must be some more poo just i! nside even though I couldn’t feel it. I decided to push and sure enough a second big log started to come out and eventually splashed into the bowl. After that my hole closed up like it normally does after a poo. Has anyone else ever had this happen – please let me know?
Also a few replies.
To Annette: Thanks so much for replying. I had not thought of girls getting their clothes wet accidentally in the toilet, because I always think of you sitting down and your pee really can’t go anywhere except where it’s supposed to. But you made me think about it and I can see how you might pee on your panties if you are just squatting and certainly if you were peeing outdoors.
To Manhattanite: Luckily our power didn’t go out so we didn’t lose water. I think your plan for doing a pee when you needed and holding your poo until the last minute was a good idea. That would probably have worked for me except I don’t like holding my poo in at all; I like to sit on the toilet as soon as I get the urge. I wonder what people did that share a toilet, say like a family?
To Scott: Liked your story. Exactly the same happened to me once except I was in a park and the public restrooms were too far away. I would have pooped in my pants if I had tried to make it all that way. So I found somewhere I thought would be private, pulled my jeans and shorts down, squatted and did an outdoors poop. It was quite a big one and a bit soft and messy. Of course I had no tp, and there weren’t any leaves or anything else I could use to wipe. So I pulled up my shorts and jeans trying to let them hang as low as I dare without looking obvious and walked slowly to the restrooms where I was able to wipe. I remember it felt so weird walking all that way with a messy butt and I was scared I was going to make a mess in my shorts.
All the best - Seanthathyanna
some answers as usual :) my toilet buddies:
to LINDA D.: i would hv done wat u did be sure
to RAGING UROPHILE: well im glad u asked all those questions i hope u get all the answers u want as 4 meee 1.C 2.B
to MANHATTANITE: i hope there wont b anymore electric flatz 4 ur sake
to UNNAMED POSTER + TERESA HIS/HER FRIEND: liked ur story
to YOSHI: well abt ur euphemisms i heared only "powdering the nose" and also "give a call" or "use the phone" but they r more of jokes actually
to AMANDA:i hope ill find a husband who findz peeing a turn on
to TREKKIE: i liked ur story very much keep up the gud work
to CHARLENE: i superloved ur story
to RYVIND: well i always do that since i cannot squat over the toilet when im out (restaurant, school etc.) i hv learned now and i dont need 2 hold on 2 anything. well thatz it. hope i hear a story from u soon
to CURIOUS...: well as far as im concerned no no no and once again no. the wall between the vagina and butt is quite 0.75 inches thick so theres no feeling anyway the ginecologist hmm well ive never emptied my bowels though i usually go at a doctor in the morning and my butt is empty anyhow. as 4 the tampon, well, it doesnt come out not unless i pull it out
to JB: well i just love surveys: here r my answers 1. 19 years, 1.60 meters, dark hair and eyes caucasian type 2.once mebbe 2wice a day or sumtimes once at every 2 days 3.1, mebbe 2 i dont poop much 5.id say 1,5-2 inches diameter and 3-4 inches long 6.firm and knobby 7.home 8.home 9.i wud im not sure if they wud ;) 10.5-10 mins 11.spagetti and plums 12.no 13.logs+chunks 14.id say 1st opportunity.
well thatz all 4 now hope hear from u soon. no more stories this time sorry
c ya!
hey all i hv a quite funny story here 4 u. it happened 2 my father :))))))) a time ago but i 4got all abt it. well since i finished highschool we had a senior prom that took place at the seaside. we went there 4 3 days 22-24th of may. here in romania i thnk that the sea side is really great. anyway, as i arrived i went 2 a payphone in the hotel 2 announce my oh-so-worried parentz 2 tell them i arrived just fine and we all had checked in our roomz blablabla yabbayabbayabba u know. well little did i know that my mom was asleep (it was like 5-6 p.m.) and my dad had a few beers and some fruitz soooo there4 he had a bit of ...diarheea. well he was at the bathroom. i call the tone ringz 3times but i hang up. then i try again and my mom answers the phone from the 1st ring tone. we talk and then (my mom told me what happened when i arrived) i hang up cause my classmates expected me 2 go 2 the beach with them. well as i was saying we hung up and my mom turns arround and seez my dad! coming out of the bathroom with his briefz all wet. already bursting 2 laf she asks "Silviu, wat happened? why r those pantz wet?" and he answers with an innocent+bursting 2 laf too expression on his face just like a 5 yearold: "i washed them. i pooed my pantz. (lafing) well when the phone rang i wanted 2 get it so u wudnt get up and accidentally pooed in my pantz." by this time my mom was practically peeing herself from all the lafterz. they had a gud laf and then stopped and lafed some more. wat a couple : 47 yearold mother pees herself lafing because her husband pooed his pantz + 45 yearold father (yea hez 2 yearz younger than her) pooing his pantz because the phone had scared him (the real reason he pooed himself even if he was in the bathroom) my god. where did they find eachother i often wonder. :)))))))))))))))))) im lafing rite now. so THE CONCLUSION ISS ****IT WAS ACTUALLY MY FAULT**** :DDDDDDDDDDDD my god. i made them loose themselves and i wasnt even there. we! ll what do u think of this??
and now my usual answerz:
to MICHELE: liked ur story. pls post sum more :)))))))
to ASH: i really loved ur story. i dont think my mom wud hv wiped me. she usually wud hv said angrilly: "oh, now, veronica, ur almost 20 and u dunno how 2 wipe ur butt?"
to JHONNY THE JOHNNY BRUSH: i hope u win friday ;)))
to SEAN: loved ur story
to MELANIE D:i loved ur story melanie d!! really did. i also like drumz but dont hv any chance 2 learn how 2 play
to THE NATURE BOY: yea i saw that 2 and also think itz pretty cool
to MIKE: im really sorry abt ur mortiffing experience there in prison. pls post sum more :))))))) warm regardz from romania though :)
hey all i hv a quite funny story here 4 u. it happened 2 my father :))))))) a time ago but i 4got all abt it. well since i finished highschool we had a senior prom that took place at the seaside. we went there 4 3 days 22-24th of may. here in romania i thnk that the sea side is really great. anyway, as i arrived i went 2 a payphone in the hotel 2 announce my oh-so-worried parentz 2 tell them i arrived just fine and we all had checked in our roomz blablabla yabbayabbayabba u know. well little did i know that my mom was asleep (it was like 5-6 p.m.) and my dad had a few beers and some fruitz soooo there4 he had a bit of ...diarheea. well he was at the bathroom. i call the tone ringz 3times but i hang up. then i try again and my mom answers the phone from the 1st ring tone. we talk and then (my mom told me what happened when i arrived) i hang up cause my classmates expected me 2 go 2 the beach with them. well as i was saying we hung up and my mom turns arround and seez my dad! coming out of the bathroom with his briefz all wet. already bursting 2 laf she asks "Silviu, wat happened? why r those pantz wet?" and he answers with an innocent+bursting 2 laf too expression on his face just like a 5 yearold: "i washed them. i pooed my pantz. (lafing) well when the phone rang i wanted 2 get it so u wudnt get up and accidentally pooed in my pantz." by this time my mom was practically peeing herself from all the lafterz. they had a gud laf and then stopped and lafed some more. wat a couple : 47 yearold mother pees herself lafing because her husband pooed his pantz + 45 yearold father (yea hez 2 yearz younger than her) pooing his pantz because the phone had scared him (the real reason he pooed himself even if he was in the bathroom) my god. where did they find eachother i often wonder. :)))))))))))))))))) im lafing rite now. so THE CONCLUSION ISS ****IT WAS ACTUALLY MY FAULT**** :DDDDDDDDDDDD my god. i made them loose themselves and i wasnt even there. we! ll what do u think of this??
and now my usual answerz:
to MICHELE: liked ur story. pls post sum more :)))))))
to ASH: i really loved ur story. i dont think my mom wud hv wiped me. she usually wud hv said angrilly: "oh, now, veronica, ur almost 20 and u dunno how 2 wipe ur butt?"
to JHONNY THE JOHNNY BRUSH: i hope u win friday ;)))
to SEAN: loved ur story
to MELANIE D:i loved ur story melanie d!! really did. i also like drumz but dont hv any chance 2 learn how 2 play
to THE NATURE BOY: yea i saw that 2 and also think itz pretty cool
to MIKE: im really sorry abt ur mortiffing experience there in prison. pls post sum more :))))))) warm regardz from romania though :)
wetguy
I am 18 and male.
Now a little story from my family's trip to South Carolina a couple weeks ago. We were actually on our way back and stopping off the highway for an ice cream in Virginia. I was in the bathroom taking a leak at the urinal when this kid, probably about 16 or 17, came bursting in and took the only stall. He was well-fit, had medium-length blond hair, and was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. I heard some brief dancing and then the sound of pee hitting the toilet water. Then he emerged and left the bathroom without washing up since I was now at the sink. When I returned to the take-out area for ice cream, sure enough, there he was with his family. He looked to be the oldest. As he walked right past me while I was sitting down, I noticed abiout a golf-ball sized wet spot on his shorts, partially dried. I'm wondering if he had leaked a little in his shorts before making it to the bathroom or if perhaps he didn't shake his dick well enough after pissing, or both? What! do you think? Consider too the fact that this was just a basic exit right off the highway.
-wetguy
I am 18 and male.
To AMANDA - Cool story about being at your friend's house! Also, there seem to be 2 Amandas here.
To ASHLEY - You pissed your pants twice in class and nobody said anything? WOW! I love pissing my pants too but would never take the chance of doing it right in class. Loved your story, though, and looking forward to more!
To ANNETTE - I also start as a freshman in college in a week or so. Looking forward to meeting a whole new group of people that will have no basis to know my interest in peeing and wetting pants on occasion.
To ASH - Thanks for your reply. As you can see above, I'm an 18-year old guy, just finished high school. Yeah, it definitely takes girls a long time to get your pants and stuff down to pee. For a guy, though, it can also be tough. Girls can sometimes wear skirts or dresses which allow you to lift them up and pee without doing a zipper, and if you pee in them, it doesn't show. For a guy, every time we pee our pants, it's there for everyone to see. And many times I've arrived at the toilet dancing 'cause I have to pee real bad and my zipper gets stuck. Of course, I can't stand still long enough to really concentrate, so it's basically hope for the best. Twice I've flooded my pants because of a zipper, though the real cause was that I was just too desperate. Looking forward to hearing more from you.
To KYLE - Liked both of your stories. Never really had anything like that happen to me. Sure, I've had to pee pretty bad on the bus from school sometimes right up to age 14 but I never actually peed my pants. I would have been totally mortified if I did, though.
To JONNY THE JONNY BRUSH - You haven't peed your pants by accident since you were 5 years old? Wow, that's damn good holding ability. Last time I had a pure accident (total wetting) was 3 years ago when I was 15. And even since then, I've had leaks here and there when having to piss bad!
-wetguy
Althea
Candace: The best places for listening are public toilets, such as work, school, department stores, theaters. I worked in offices and department stores. I heard the most grotesque sounding bowel movements. See my previous posts.
Sunday, I took my cousin, Diane to church and then to brunch. She is 12 and big for her age like I was and is a big eater. We went to the movies. She had to go to the bathroom before the screening. I took her to the women's room. She took a stall, put paper on the seat and slammed the door. She undid her work jean kahki shorts. Down they came and her eggshell colored Hanes Her Way full-cut briefs, that I gave her. The shorts and briefs were a contrast against her black skin. She settled on the bowl. I heard, "uh", "oh", followed by 2 "ker-splashes". Then, she urinated and silently farted. She apologized for the embarrassing smell. I told her that it was alright. I was waiting outside the stall. She said that the bathroom was huge and frightening to be alone. After a while, Diane rolled off a bunch of toliet paper, spread her legs in tip-toe and wiped herself, then stood up and wiped herself more. She scrubbed herself good, then she flushed and washed her hands.
mike:
here are the answers to your survey:
1. How many of you ladies or gentlemen are afraid to piss or poop in a toilet that had not been flushed will you use it ? [a]yes,[b]no,[c]maybe c.
2. Ladies do you pull your panties down all the ways while pooping or pissing? [a]yes,[b]no,[c]either c.
3. Do you perfer seats down while walking by stalls that has doors opened so you can see the toilets? [a]yes,[b]no,[c]either c.
4. Gentlemen have you ever looked over the divider between urinals? [a]yes,[b]no n/a.
5. To both gentlemen and ladies do you look under the stall walls or doors when entering a restroom? [a]yes,[b]no,[c]maybe c.Zip
Traveling Guy-That was a cool story of being able to see the girl on the can. I used to live in a similar type of situation where I was across the street from a fraternity house that had a large frosted glass window next to the toilet. Although the glass wasn't clear, I could still see a very clear silhouette of the guy on the toilet. The best times were at night when the bathroom light was on, and in the morning, when the sun would shine through the glass onto the person on the can, lighting him up pretty well. I would see the guys come in and go to the toilet, turn around and drop their drawers and have a seat. I could even determine who was wearing boxers and who wore briefs. My favorites were the guys who would come in drop a load and then stand up to wipe. I could discern pubic hair and more sometimes when they did that. One guy had the window open when he took a dump, and then stood to wipe, facing the window, and looking out onto the street while cleaning up. I could! pretty much see him completely naked at that point. He wasn't bad to look at either. Then he pulled up his underwear (white briefs I believe) and pulled up his shorts. Very cool sighting.
(I posted this a long time ago, maybe under a different name.)
Melanie D
Hi everyone..my name is Melanie and im a drummer in a punk band...i have one set of drums in my bathroom so when i have to take a crap i can play the drums at the same time..its really fun..once i was really sick but couldnt miss a practice so we just practiced in the bathroom.well i just thought that was interesting
later all and rock on!!
MeLaNiEThe Nature Boy
YOSHI - I once worked for a woman that is best described as a VERY sexy nerd! One morning we were chatting in the manager's office and she said "Uh oh - I gotta run to the bathroom, I have a stomach ache!" Later that day I asked her how she was feeling, and she said "Better, now that I've released the hostages!"
I just watched Jeepers Creepers (1) last night and there was a brother/sister pee scene toward the first. They've pulled off a country road, and we see the brother taking a leak - complete with stream - from behind as he talks to his sis. When she responds, I expected them to cut to the car with her waiting....instead, she pops out of a ditch in a black thong, pulling her jeans up! I guess you can say that scene exceeded my expectations! ;-)
DNA
A favortive poopism of some people I used to work with was "dropping the Cosby kids off at the pool.
TK
On the reality series Big Brother last night, they had a competition to see who could stay in a cage the longest. When two of the women had the strong urge to pee, and did so in front of their competitors and everyone watching on tv. Great stuff!
JW
Ash-- Nice to see you still here. I thought when school started you might just
dissappear. Junior year was a pain and Senior year was a blast...good luck
with both...you've got a whole life ahead of you..what a great place to be!
I enjoyed you story but its a mystory to me how you can "just relax" and poop.
even when I have a poop asking to get out, I still find if I don't push it just sits
there at the door and kind of "waits for the train". I still want ot hear your other
Florida story.-- JW
Sean
Just a few replies today to some of my friends here.
To Ash: Ash I always love your posts, you are one of the best here and your stories always seem so honest and credible. I mean like not exaggerated. I loved your story about your first poo this school year in the refurbished toilets, I can just picture you sitting there and enjoying it so much. I notice also you don’t like your clothes touching the bowl. I’m careful about my pants on the floor in case it’s wet or dirty. Can I ask, do you have to wear a skirt at school – like a school uniform perhaps? Please keep posting. From Sean.
To Judy P: I can relate to your airport story and missing your flight because your laxative kicked in at the wrong time. Just last summer in Chicago at O’Hare I was due to fly down to Miami.
The one thing I have to say, silly as it may sound at my age, is that I hate using aircraft toilets. In my case I just had a stomach upset but it caught up with me just after boarding started. I had no choice, there was no way I was going to use the on-board facilities; it was back to the restrooms. I got my pants and shorts down and straight away a soft medium sized poop came out fairly quickly. Then the cramps started hitting and each time I produced a small helping of very soft goo. There must have been about a minute or so between each cramp, but I must have had five or six of them so it took a while. Eventually I was straining empty and the contractions subsided leaving me tired and anxious about my flight, but at least feeling relieved. I sat there for another few minutes until I was sure the cramps had really gone and no more poo wanted to come out. I guess I was gone about twenty minutes or so and luckily I got back to the gate just in time to stand behi! nd the last person in line. Guess I was just a little luckier than you – Sean
To Gladys: Loved your story. I’m just like you, it looks like you do a BM each day and also like you, I love to sit there and enjoy it. I try and get to a toilet at the first sign of needing a BM and I just relax and daydream while I wait for it to drop down and start coming out. Sometimes I have to wait a while, and sometimes it changes it’s mind and decides not to come out. That’s’ O.K. because I know it will come out later in the day. BTW, I’m not generally a pusher, I like it to come out all on it’s own, so sometimes I might have 2 or even 3 sittings before I finally get my enjoyment. I’m a little younger than you so I’m probably not as much an expert, but I am a little curious – do you push or do you prefer to let your poo come out all on its own? – Sean
Sean
Adrian
This morning (Sunday) I got up and went for a wee as usual before breakfast. About an hour and a half later though I had to rush to the loo because my stomach was making strange noises and I ended up having a massive runny poo. Fortunately, once it was out it was out and the problem didn't recur but it made a real mess of the pan and I had a major cleaning up job to do. Afterwards I had a shower just to make sure I was properly clean. Last night I had some cheese and wine which may have fermented overnight and caused the problem. It could just be a recurrence of my IBS though.
Annette. On your last post you signed off because you said you had to go to the bathroom. Did you do a major poo or was it just a #1?
Judy. In my experience bowels tend to decide they need emptying when they're good and ready - not before. Personally I wouldn't advise using laxatives of any sort to try and train them into producing a morning motion if you don't have one naturally. Most people need to empty the bladder first thing and that's quite natural. For many, however, a poo is more normal later on in the day when they've eaten a meal or two and exercise has got things moving. I'm sorry you missed your plane but as you say it meant you were able to enjoy a good dinner, having 'made room' for one that is!
Linda D. I think you did the right thing for you at the time. Having a discreet motion was clearly the lesser of two evils, even if you did attract some unwanted attention. Hope the new job goes well.
Robby, Annie & Meghan. Hi! Hope Meghan's alright and you're all keeping regular. Congratulations, Annie, on getting your university teaching job in the States. I look forward to hearing about your first good poo at the university.
Gladys. Like you, I've always enjoyed a good long relaxing poo and looked upon it as one of life's pleasures. Like a good soak in the bath it's something that should be enjoyed and savoured - never hurried.
Best wishes to everyone!
Adrian
Bryian
To Amanda: Liked your story
To Manhattanite: Thats intresting what you did when the power went off.Do you live alone?
To Chelcie: Loved your story..sounds cool
To Scott: Loved your camping story when you were younger
To unnamed poster: liked your story about being stuck in traffic with your friend
To Yoshi: That reminds me...btw im a guy, sometimes if i cover up the fact i had to poop, id used to ask what time it was(when i was younger) then when i got older i'd just say i think im gonna go for a walk...and i'd really go find some place to poop.
To Amanda: Loved your story about you and your daughter.
To Ashley: Enjoyed your story
To Mo: Enjoyed your story...thats intresting about your constipation..i couldn't live like that every day.
To unnamed poster: who ate Mcdonalds..liked your story..i usally don't eat mcdonalds cause of that.
To Lax Girl: liked your story
To Charlene: Loved your story..sounds like a cool experience you had.
To Judy P: Enjoyed your story
To pantyhose girl: enjoyed your story
To Ash: Loved your story
To Kyle: Loved your story
To Jonny the Jonny Brush: Thanks for explaining those tarmaina shots you were talkin about..liked reading your survey..thats cool about the vaccum hose.
To Joe: That movie seems intresting..never seen it before.
To Curious: Those are some intresting ?'s you asked..cool
Jane (& Gary)
It's been a relatively quiet summer for me, poopwise. I'm my usual up to my neck in work, with more interesting clients, site visits, but not too much unusual toilet activity. That is, until yesterday (Friday).
I've been working from my client's office the past two weeks and brought our intern Karen along. Friday was our last day, and we were treated to lunch. A couple of hours later I was feeling my usual urge to poop. As I got up to go to the ladies room, I felt a stomach cramp and an even bigger urge to poop. I couldn't help but let go a fart as I reached the door to the ladies room.
I went into a stall, pulled down my black pants and white panties and sat. I started with a furious stream of pee and blew out a loud fart. I then pushed out a long hard piece of poop that felt like a bumpy Baby Ruth bar that plopped loudly into the toilet. That seemed to open things up, as I followed up with about six large globs of poop that also plopped loudly. I paused for a moment, then resumed pushing out more soft poop, this time nine globs in succession. I flushed the toilet while seated, as the poop smell was getting strong. I felt a stomach cramp and continued to push out soft poop, this time about a dozen huge globs of soft poop. I flushed the toilet again.
At this time I heard someone come in and go into the stall to the left of me. She sat down and peed and sat still. I pushed out three pieces of poop and stopped, too. For a couple of minutes there was eerie silence, as if both of us were waiting for the other to make a move. Finally, she moaned and let go a booming fart, followed by several plops into the toilet. As soon as she was done, she started to tear out some TP and wipe very quickly. She got up, flushed and hurried out of the stall. I got a glimpse and saw it was Karen. As she quickly washed her hands, I started to let go a long rope of soft poop that came out fast and in a large volume. I flushed the toilet as Karen was drying her hands, and she dashed out of the ladies room. I pushed out a couple of pieces before I was done. I wiped several times and flushed a final time. I left behind a faint lingering smell of poop. Of course, I felt much better after that.
Mike
Hi, my name is Mike, I'm an ex-con who did 6 years in a prison for drug charges. I'm clean now, and living a great life. I always look at this web site after I get home from work, and it's great. I have a story I'd like to share, and I'd love some feedback. Well I was in a fight in prison, and I beat a guy up pretty bad, and the guards took me and were going to throw me in "the hole". I had never been there before. I had never experienced it. Well they strip me, and open the cell door. The door is solid, so nothing can see in or out. There's just a little slot that you can get your food passed to you by. Anyway, the floor is the size of a king-size bed, maybe just a little bigger, but around that size. It's concrete. So are the walls. There is a caged light above you thats on 24 hrs a day, and it makes the cell real hot usually and makes an annoying humming sound. Well they threw me in the cell, hard, and I slid across the slippery floor and hit the wall. The first thing tha! t struct me, and it struct me like a bullet, was the RANCID smell of feces and urine that pervaded the tiny. There was brown shit smeared on the walls, I had some of it on me now. The floor was covered in pools and puddles of watery shit, piss, and just some logs and turds laying everywhere. There was a barred hole the size of your fist in the middle of the cell that people are suppose to defecate and urinate in, but it was so covered in thick shit, it was backing up, therefore making a good sized puddle of waste in the cell. The guards don't clean the cells out. There was not one spot where I could sit and not touch it! It was truely disgusting. I yelled "hey, can you put me in a differnt one, this is filthy!" they said "sorry, their all full." I knew that was bullshit. They shut the door and I was alone. The heat was already getting too me. I could feel myself sweat. All the rancid stenches made me gag, and I soon lost control and had to vomit. I vomitted in the far corner! . Shit was covering my feet, it was sweared on my back, the back of my legs. It wasn't even my shit! It was truely disgusting. I didn't know how long I could take it. The cell was probably about 85-90 degress, so the shit was always soft and warm. People going through drug withdrawals are in those cells, so the aura of sickness filled the room. Sometimes if you are really bad, the guards put you in one of those cells with shackles and handcuffs, so thats the reason why the waste was everywhere. To make things worse, whenever you fall asleep, you would always wake up and you would see roaches and other bugs just scatter whenever you moved. When I got my food the next day, I couldn't eat much of it. My hands had other people's shit on them, so I didn't really feel hungry. And all I got was a cup of water with bread crammed in it, so it was finger food. It wasn't gonna fly. I had no sense of time. I tried to sleep lots, to take my mind off the hunger, heat, and smell, but if yo! ur gonna sleep, you gotta lie against something(it usually has shit on it) or you gotta lie down on the floor, and thats usually covered in shit. Later I vommited again, and I saw cockroaches crawling out of the shit hole and they were crawling on my food. I was mortified. I had to shit twice during that time. Once, it was just a few logs that I placed to the side of my room. Later in the stay it was diarrhea, and it kinda just sprayed out of my ass on the ground and joined one of the many liquid shit puddles. I was let out of the cell, and I showered. I was so happy to be out, I was in there for 8 days. It sucked, it was Hell, definitely the most smelly hell I've been in. I didn't catch anything though. Not only did I have to sit not three feet away from my own waste, but I had to sit in other people's waste. Needless to say, I never went to the hole again. If you have any questions, just ask me. I'd like some feedback, thanks.
Goobersan
Hey Yoshi,
Just another one for your list of POO-PHEMISMS:
"Just going to "DROP THE KIDS OFF TO THE POOL"
King of the Throne
This morning i did somthing weird i got on my hands and knees on the bathroom floor. does anybody else have seird ways to poop??????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Joe
Here is another bathroom story about myself, and some experiences I saw.
I was at the beach one time, and made friends with this kid 2 camps over named Ryan. I quickly grew attracted to him, as he always wore a zip up wetsuit, and loved to see his tight butt pressed inside his wetsuit. We were both 8, so this probably helped a little also. I also was wearing a speedo, but more on that later. One day, I walked down to his camp and saw him just zipping up his wetsuit. As I said hi to him, his parents came out, and said hi to me. They loved my red speedo, and then said they were going to walk along the beach, and gave us money to get a hamburger. We said thank you, and went to go get a hamburger at the stand up the road. We walked to the place, and Ryan decided to go to the bathroom first, before we ate. I went in with him, as I wasn't comfortable being outside, and got to watch him unzip his wetsuit, and take a piss. I enjoyed watching this, and he said nothing. Then I decided I had to go, as the pee was pressing in my bladder, and started to l! eak out into my speedo. I developed a golf ball sized spot on the front, and quickly whipped my penis out before I flooded my speedo. Ryan laughed, and said you tinkled in your speedo! then he started watching me pee, as I just pulled my speedo right down to my ankles quickly, and started peeing into the urinal. He watched as I pissed, then I pulled my speedo back up, and we walked out, to go get some hamburgers. As we got to the stand, and decided what to order, he ordered a chili burger, and I just ordered a hot dog. We talked for a while, and then finished our food up, and went straight into the ocean for a while. As I hit the water, my penis got rock hard, and so did his. You could clearly see both. After swimming for about 20 minutes, he suddenly got a funny look on his face, and bolted from the water. So did I. As I climbed out of the water, he had just gotten out, and everything was pressed against his wet suit. All of a sudden, he started crying a little, and said, I! can't hold it in real low. Then he clamped his butt cheeks together, and took off running to the bathroom. I ran after him, and noticed that he was struggling to get his zipper undone on his wet suit, but couldn't. He suddenly stopped, and then a bulge started appearing in the seat of his wetsuit. He started crying, and screaming, the zipper is stuck! A adult ran over, but couldn't get the zipper undone either. All of a sudden, the bulge got bigger and bigger, and he is dancing, filling up his wet suit with diaherra. He had a real big bulge of poop in the back of his wet suit, and he kept filling for about a minute or so. Then it stopped, and he was crying, walking to the bathroom. He went in, and sat down on a toilet, still crying, and I started fumbling with his wetsuit, and finally managed to get the zipper down. A piece of the wet suit had gotten caught in it, and made it hard to get it down. As I looked down, I saw brown poop oozing all over his lower back, and he star! ted to pull the suit off. It suddenly plooped to his feet, and before he got his butt to the bowl, he started pooping wildly again. The poop was all over, and his wetsuit was completely covered and stand with diaherra. He looked at me, and just keep looking at me, then said, do you have to go? I said yes, but I was waiting for him to finish. At this point, I was holding my cheeks together, and grabbing my bladder, as I had drank alot of pepsi, and started dancing around, my butt shaking in my red speedos. He sat down on the toilet, and kept farting, and I kept hearing a plop into the toilet now and then. At this point, I started to lose control of my bladder, and a baseball size stain started appearing on the front of my speedo. I then grabbed my penis harder, but it was too late. I suddenly felt a pushing against the back of my speedo (I still poop when I pee sometimes today) and took my hands off my penis, and held my butt cheeks together. At this point, the pee just start! ed gushing out, and you could clearly see a stream of pee, like a garden house, being pushed out the front of my red speedo.I paid for about 10 seconds, then quit. Ryan was laughing at me, and I said to him, please ryan, I have to go poopy. He just laughed, and stayed on the toilet. I screamed, please! but this didn't work either. All of a sudden, the feeling got bigger, and I started dropping a big log into my speedo. I felt it pushing against my hands, but still kept holding on, trying to keep it in. Instead, it just pushed out, and actually went through my hands, and kept expanding out along my butt cheeks, and finally quit. I stood there, the smell of poop on my hands, crying and unsure what to do. Ryan was just staring at my flat bulge, also unsure what to do. I said to him, what do we do? We booth pooped ourselves. I finally decided to go wash my hands, and walk back to camp, and tell my parents what happened. As I walked, other kids giggled at me, but no one else noti! ced. As I got into camp, a little piece of poop fell down my leg, but no one caught me. I walked up to my dad, and he said, what's up? I was unsure what to say, and suddenly, another piece of poop fell down my leg. All of a sudden, my dad saw this, and said, did you have a accident young man? turn around! so, I put my hands over my speedos in the back, but he ordered me to turn around, or the punishment would be more severe. I still resisted, and he said I was up to two spankings. I turned around, and he saw the big bulge, and shouted, you had a accident! why didn't you go to the bathroom? I started to explain I did, and my friend Ryan also had a accident, and would not let me go to the bathroom, so I couldn't hold it in anymore. My dad said, where is Ryan? I will go talk to him, and his parents. I hesitated, and said, he still his in the bathroom. He's what? That does it, we are going to the bathroom! So, I walked to the bathroom with my dad, and kids were giggling at me, a! nd now the adults saw my bulge in the back of my speedo. I felt so embaressed, I put my hands over my butt, and more people started staring. My dad looked down and said, take your hands off, or it will be three spanks . I hesitated, and he turned around, stopped, and said, if I have to say it again, then it will be three spanks. I then dropped my hands, and continued to the bathroom. We finally made it, and I said, that still over there. You could still see his diaherra stained wetsuit on the floor, and my dad knocked on the door. Open up ryan! I understand we have a little problem! He hesitated, and then said, who are you? Joe's father. I said, Ryan, I'm here. He opened, and still was sitting on the toilet, tears down his cheeks. My dad said, is it true that you would not let my son on the toilet? Yess Yess sir Ryan mumbled. Why didn't you? Because I still was using the toilet. Then he turned to me, why didn't you go to another stall? I was afraid to go to another, I said. ! That makes no since Joe! Okay, we are going back to the camp. Ryan, pick up your wetsuit, empty the poo poo out, and put it on. But sir, it has diaherra on it. This is not my problem. As for you son, empty the poop out of your speedo, then flush it. You will be punished when I get back. I screamed, no dad! I didn't do anything! I just had a accident! Son, the order is final. Get back to the camp so you can get your punishment. We both walked back to camp, and I felt better that people stared at Ryan more then me. My dad dumped me off at camp, then took Ryan back to his. I do not know what happened to him, but I did see him in his wet suit again, all cleaned. I did get spanked for pooping and peeing in my speedo, then was told to go play on the beach before bed time.
That is the end of this story.
I was at a local store about a month ago, and noticed this 5 year old boy walking around, then suddenly put his hands down his pants, and keep moving them around. He had a pained look on his face, and kept walking around in a circle, taking his hands out of his pants, and then put them in again. He was hanging around with his brother, who kept playing a video game, and wouldn't take him to the bathroom. All of a sudden, I hear a cry, and he is peeing in his overalls. He had a good sized puddle on the floor, and both his back and front parts of his overalls are soaked in pee. then, he cries even more, and a bulge starts appearing in his butt area. I went to another department, and never saw what else happened to him. I saw no parents come up, and then the brother walked off with him.
I would love to hear your feedback on these stories also.
I'll answer Tennessepee's quiz also.
1. Your age, if you care to say. 18
2. Do you keep a jar or bottle near your bed? If so, how often do you pee in it? not at all. Usually put on something lyrca, and get into the tube, and pee in that.
3. Same for a bottle/jar beside your puter so you don't have to get up (presumably at home, not at school or the office, LOL). nope. Usually just bolt for the bathroom, and end up peeing my clothes.
4. Same for your car/truck.
5. Wet bed by accident? Your age last time it happened? This was at a ymca event. I had on some lyrca baseball pants, and played hard all day. I got very tired, and just crashed into bed. At 4:00 am, I awoke, aware of a full bladder, and before I could get up.. too late. I burst, leaked out of my baseball pants, and then stayed awake for a while, then fell back asleep. I was 13 at the time, and had on the white see through type lyrca baseball pants.
6. Wet pants by accident? Your age last time it happened? 15. I was at soccer camp, and just got out of bed, put my soccer shorts and shirt on, then just sprayed all over. I got laughed at by the whole room full of boys, and even 4 had peed themselves from laughter.
7. Wet pants on purpose? How often? oh yes. poop them too alot. all the time.
8. Pee in shower at home? How often? all the time
9. Pee in a public shower (gym, dorm, school)? How often? Others see? did that all the time at a ymca. My 3 brothers would see it, and laugh. I also did pee in one of the few times I had to wear undies. I had a pair of dark blue hanes briefs, size 10, and before I got into the junior high school shower, I stripped to my undies, turned the water on, and stood back, then proceeded to fill my undies with pee. Alot of the boys laughed, and 2 joined me. Luckily, the teacher wasn't around.
10. Pee in sink at home? How often? not at all
11. Pee in sink in public restroom (for example, at a concert or game in stadium when the urinal lines are too long)? How often? I did this at a gas station when I always went down to califorina. My dad and 3 brothers would crowd into the gas station bathroom, and rather then pee in my soccer shorts, because of having to get back into the car, I just pulled my penis over the top of them, and pissed right into the sink. They all laughed, and then we went out. I haven't done that in a long time though.
12. Pee out of a window, off side of deck at home, or similar, even though regular facilities are available? How often? With others watching? not at all. Mostly like to pee in articles of clothing.
13. Pee while swimming in ocean? not really. Sometimes I love to hold it all in, rush out of the water, and then try to run to the bathroom that is the furtherst away. I usually burst before I make it to the bathroom, or just when I hit the door. It feels good, and I don't mind it when people see me do it.
In the water hole? pool? Same as above. I have concrete floors in my house, so when I try to hold it in, and race up stairs, I don't mind if I pee myself. I poop myself alot this way also. Same goes for the water hole, except there is no bathroom around. I will usually climb out, and hold both my bladder in, and my butt, then run into the woods as fast as I can, until I just blow, usually both at the same time. It feels mysterious in the woods, and good at the same time.
In your bathing suit while not in the water? How often for each?
14. Other unusual places where you have peed? I did have a accident at a arby's. We went inside, and I walked in, and leaned up against the counter, trying to keep my bladder full, and not burst everywhere. I finally decided on a arby q, then ran to the bathroom. I was in these pair of shorts that actually had a pair sewn on top, but I took it off, and it was just a pair of grey tights (not really sure what they were) As I ran to the bathroom, and opened the door, I suddenly sprayed everywhere. I grabbed my crotch, but accidently grabbed my bladder, and sprayed more. At this point, my tights were pretty much soaked. I was unsure of what to do, so I took them off, and wringed the pee out of them. I had no underwear on, so I locked the door (I sometimes wear speedos under my clothes, and sometimes still do, but that is about it. I think under wear is uncomfortable.) anyhow, I locked the door, pulled the shorts off, and wringed the pee out, then proceeded to blow dry them. ! I used the blow dryer in the bathroom, and after about 2-3 minutes, aside from a baseball sized spot on the front, everything was fine. I put them back on, washed my hands, then went out. Luckily, my shirt wasn't hit, as I pulled it up quick before I burst. It was also a long blue shirt, so all you saw was a little bit of my grey tights.AJ :o)
To Kyle (and too many others I've read about who have written about similar experiences)--It always puzzles me why parents and/or other caregivers decide to spank kids for having accidents. Those accidents can happen to anybody.
One of my goddaughters had her daughter taken from her (and this wasn't really fair, because a lot of the so-called evidence presented to the courts was nothing but lies and half-truths.
But she would go to visit her daughter (who ended up being raised by her ex-fiance's parents), and they would usually play together out in the backyard.
One day, the little girl (who was about two at the time) peed herself and started crying as if she were really terrified, and W. realized that she was probably getting spanked for having accidents--and there was nothing she could do about it.
That is, nothing except to make her feel safe and accepted when F. was in her care. She'd tell her, "That's okay! Mommy loves you, and she won't spank you!"
She told D.'s parents that she didn't want her little girl being spanked for having bathroom accidents, but they made it clear to her that this wasn't her concern.
For the most part, F. seems to have grown up in a good home--though I would imagine that it might have been a pretty strict one where it was believed that sparing the rod would spoil the child.
But W. didn't even believe in corporal punishment for ANYthing--much less things like bathroom accidents.
It was really difficult for her to watch F. being raised by someone else and spanked, so she finally had to only visit F. during times when she wouldn't have much chance of seeing this happen--and it wasn't always convenient with the courts for W. to set up her own times to visit.
Sadly--feeling very powerless--W. gave up on spending time with F. and turned to heroin, crack, and other drugs and has been in long-term relationships with at least three abusive men who beat her and pimped her out.
A tragic example of someone slipping through the cracks. Her family and I have tried to get help for her over the years, but there's all of this political mumbo-jumbo about how qualified she is to receive this or that kind of help.
To Yoshi--Here are three things to say when it comes to going to the bathroom in general, whether just to pee or to poop as well.
Two of them come from the book Cheaper By The Dozen (which also has been made into a movie):
Going to see Mrs. Murphy.
and
Going to check the back-tire.
When nature called for this guy who went to our church before he moved out-of-state, he would announce, "I've got to go see an old man about a dog."
Our minister's adorable granddaughter came up with something cute in the way of a term used for passing gas.
I have no idea if she heard it somewhere else or if she made it up herself--but I believe she probably made it up herself, because she can come up with some good ones.
She's now five, but this happened when she was almost three--and already had a great command of language for at least a year before.
We were in the church nursery--which has become more like a church playroom, because it isn't just for babies anymore!--and I was entertaining a young man in his late twenties who had the abilities of an older infant.
A good friend was in there with the only other charge: the minister's grandkid.
I heard Paul ask her if she had to potty, and she told him that she didn't and went on playing. A little bit later, Paul asked her again, and she told him "No!" a little more firmly.
Finally, he just came right out with, "Honey, I think you need to go potty!"
She gave a sigh and told him in her most partonizing voice, "Paul! I do NOY have to go potty! I'm just venting my bottom!"
Well, I don't want to hog up the space on here, so I'm going to sign off for now--after asking a few of questions (and giving my own answers--while hoping to see yours in the future):
Q. What's the most interesting color of poop that either you or some body you know/know of has produced?
A. Blue--after eating a large serving of blue-raspberry-flavored popcorn.
Q. What's the most interesting sound that you (or someone else) has made when passing gas.
A. A friend passed some gas that sounded like a whip-poor-will cooing.
Q. Do you find toilet-flushers (a.k.a. flush-handles) to be interesting?
A. Most definitely! When I was a kid, I was always going into bathrooms everywhere to see what sort of design/shape of toilet-flushers I would find. Although I'm not as obscessed with this as I was at four years old, this is still of interest to me. In fact, that is how I found this site--by puttering around with Google to try to find some info on the history of toilet-flushers!
Q. Have you ever had a dream about hearing a celebrity going to the bathroom? Details, please!
A. The most memorable one I've had involved Keith Hamilton Cobb. He was staying in this sort of tourist house, and I had the chance to interview him. Anyway, I was called away to do something else, so I told him I would be back up to interview him later.
When I came back, I went up the stairs to his room (which had a private bath), and the door was open. As I was approaching, I heard something that sounded like somebody passing semi-loose-gassy poop and letting out a sigh of relief after each expulsion.
So, I realized that he must not have been expecting me back quite that soon--or, if he were like several of the people I've read here, perhaps, he was!
Anyway, I came to the conclusion that he probably didn't want to be intruded on, so I went down to the next floor to play with the babies in this day-care center.
When I thought that he was ready for company, I went back upstairs--and, unfortunately, woke up before I had the chance to see him again! Boo-hoo!!!
I had another question in mind, but I've forgotten what it was, so I'll ask you another time!!!
May everything come out all right for you!!!
Cheers!
AJ :o)Traveling Guy
D dawg - You lucky, guy! I onced lived on the second floor of a big, old Victorian type house that had been divided into apartments. Most of the houses on the street were like that. One evening when I glanced out a window that faced the house next door, I couldn't believe my eyes. A lovely, young working woman lived on the first floor of that house, on the side facing me. Because of the way the house had been remodeled, her bathroom had a large, clear glass window with a louvered blind in it. My neighbor, though, had opened the blind so the slats were at an angle. She couldn't be seen by people outside at ground level, but I could see everything from upstairs. Well, her toilet was right inside the window. She was already sitting on it when I "tuned in." She was motionless and had a look of concentration on her face. Holy crap! I realized that she was taking a dump. Then she picked up a magazine and started reading it, post crap, while I continued to have a great ! view of her lovely bum on the can. That went on for a while, and then she wiped, pulled up her slacks, flushed, and washed her hands. What a show! I know - some of you probably think I shouldn't have kept watching her, but I just couldn't resist.
Punk Rock Girl - Interesting that we both had doorless toilet stall experiences recently. I was surprised that I could go so easily there, but don't worry about your bowel shyness in the women's. Some folks are easier to be around than others. But why their stares? I'll bet I wouldn't have bitten my tongue the way you did. A pleasant, "Oh, am I doing something inappropriate here?" might have cut them down to size. Guys seem to appreciate you more. Save your performances for them. Hey, any interesting toilet stories from while the power was/is off? Did you save NYC with your superpowers?
jge
I was at a buffet today and after i ate i went to the bathroom. when i got there two young boys 13-15 were just finishing taking a shit. so i went in and sat down then these two brothers i had seen in the restaurant came in. they were probably 16 and 18 or so and the oldest went into the other stall. i figured they would be going to take a shit because of there actions out side at the table. i didn't hear much sound but a few plops and a couple of grunts. the youngest was a shy shitter because i got up to wash my hands and he was still just standing there evidently waiting for me to leave so ididn't get to see him wish i could have but o well next time i go. it was cool to see the others and i thought about the younger ones here and thought that would be something most of them would do.
billy and kevin: please post some more stories again,how long on average does everyone in your family take to shit and how often?
there have been so good stories lately keep them coming.
kendall and andrew: are you still here would like to hear more from you. bye for now happy toileting all.
thathyanna
first of all i deeply thank you 4 answering my dilemma now be4 u read sum answers i hv another question: TO GUYZ AGAIN: CAN YOU PEE WHILE HAVING ERECTED BOYHOODZ?? sum1 told me that itz impossible 4 a guy 2 pee while hes turned on (it was a guy) well?? was he rite???
and now some answers 4 my lovelly toilet-friendz:
to LEAH: i really liked ur short story it kinda maded me laf u know :)))))))))))) dozing off on the can is quite strange but not that bad i suppose since u slept 20 min
to ALI: im glad u could relieve urself. constipation can be a true ...pain in the ass
to BRIAN: well it depends if she had a bm before she got her water broken she wont poo
to JHONNY THE JHONNY BRUSH: i like all ur stories with diana. how much older is she by the way? ooh and sure i vote yes. as 4 the other story i hope ur classmates dont tease u 2 much
to KATIE: can u pls tell me wat is the name of that laxative? i hv 2 try it
to SEAN: i really loved ur story. next time be4 looking at ur mags go pee
to ERIC IN CHICAGO: pls tell me what a "swirly" is
to J.R.: lovely story pls more
to PUNK ROCK GIRL: i feel the same way except i wud like 2 pee in front of men not poo
to DARLENE: I hope ur classmates wont tease u. gud luck anyway
to ADAM: well i dunno abt the others but i loveur messages 2 :P
to INNOCENT GUY: in answer 2 ue questions: 1. no my friends r veeeery serious abt this thing. even my mom taught me that when ill get married 2 NEVER enter the bathroom while my husband is in there and viceversa when using the toilet 2. i dont stand up when wiping and no, since the age of 5-6 i hv never had my butt wiped by sum1 else but me 3.i dunno y but i like 2 leave the door open that happends though when im home alone only
to TENESSEEPEE: im a girl so i wont answer ur survey but i rellly liked it CAN U DO 1 4 GIRLS AS WELL? i wud shuuuure answer it }{ a little 1 from me as a toilet friend
to WETGUY: gud idea with the stuck zip (wudnt wanna b there :P)
to SHANE B: liked ur story though im sorry it happened 2 u it must hv been quite unpleasant
to AJ:o) : i think that book from ur grandma is verry gud keep up the gud work
to FIL: wwwoooooooooooooooooow!! 12 h holding??? my god u know u can damage ur kidneyz
to JOE: im sorry u cried because of that accident :(
to TODD MN: sure i peed in a restaurant then pooped i didnt even know i had 2 it was a pretty big 1 2
well thatz it 4 now, ill answer more next time till then happy no.1z and 2z
Monday, August 18, 2003