Jessica
I'll tell you a little more about myself. I'm 32, 5'4, 136 lbs. I have a nice large round butt and nice c-d cup boobs depending on the bra style. I'm a true redhead and my hair is past my shoulders and kinda curly. Anyways, I had a nice poop today and I had tons of gas at work. I'm not sure what did it but I was blasting some good ones. Good job there was nobody around due to holidays and such. My farts were pretty smelly too so I would cut one then once I got a wiff I'd get up and go for a stroll until the smell dissipated. I also farted a lot in the car o my way from work. A good sign that my poop was on it's way down. I usually poop twice a day and usually in the afternoon. Today I only had one but it was a doozy! I was on he pot for about 15 minutes and I farted a lot of puffs and pushed out 4 turds. Probably 20-24 inches in length and about 2" thick. It felt sooo good. When I flushed it made lots of skid marks in the bowl but I didn't really pay attention. I knew becaus! e my roommate commented by saying,"Had a big poop huh?" She is so funny. Then she tooted and said, well I'm on my way in so if you need to pee you better fo now. She poops loudly too and it usually takes her like 30 minutes to an hour sometimes. I think she must sit there and read for a long time. She is always really stinky too. I can smell her out in the hallway. :) Anyways, I better get going. Please post your stories of hearing other women farting and or pooping in public toilets please!!!
Emily of NYC
I am finally back in NYC after almost two months away. I had a great time at camp for four weeks, and then on vacation with my family in Europe. It feels so good to be back home! I had so many interesting bathroom experiences to tell you about, but I don't want to make my story so long, so I'll pick the two best ones. One was at camp. For your info, I go to a girls camp in Newbury, vermont, and have been for the past 7 years. My bunk was called "Auntie Ida," and the kids in it ranged from 13 to 15. Most of the girls took their dumps in the morning, including me. However,one night I woke up around 2:00 AM, and had to badly take a dump, so I grabbed my flashlight, and headed to the nearest bathroom. To my horror, it said "Out of Order" on it. I ignored the sign completely, succumbing to my great need to take a dump. I sat down on the toilet, and no sooner did a torrent of diarrhea cascade into the bowl. I then pushed out one really long log, about 18 inches, and th! en a smaller one about 10 inches, before lettting out a really juicy fart, and letting go of some very liquidy diarrhea. I finished with another log about a foot long, and wiped myself about 5 times. Then I flushed the toilet. They sure meant "Out of Order" when they said it, because when I flushed the toilet, a volcano of everyone else's pee and poop exploded out of the bowl. I was able to avoid this storm completely, and ran away as quickly as possible from the toilet so I wouldn't be suspected. No one ever knew it was me, but the head of the camp told us that whoever caused that uproar, if they were caught, would have to clean the toilets for the rest of the session. ON vacation, I went to London, Paris, Milano, and Lake Como, a delightful place in Italy. While in Paris, I had to take a dump in this department store while looking for clothes. I asked where the bathrooms were in French. They were completely out of the way of everything in the store. When I got th! e corner and found the bathrooms, they were labeled with two really confusing signs, like an arrow to the right from a circle. I couldn't tell the men's from the women's, and went into the wrong one. I had never been to France, so I wasn't accustomed to squatting over a little hole in the floor and pooping. I started pushing out a rather long log, about a foot long, when I realized I forgot to lock the door! Some boy about nine years old opened my stall door, and saw a long log dangling from my bottom, and fell on the floor laughing. I almost turned purple! I angrily slammed the door and locked it, as I later pushed out two other foot long logs, as well as some dismembered loose poop. To my chagrin, there was no toilet paper there, so I had to go for the rest of the day with poop between my buttocks.
P.S. - Luckily, I was not in NYC when the blackout took place. I arrived last Tuesday. In two weeks, school will start. Darn it! But I will officially be a high school girl, starting my freshman year.
P.P.S - Manhattan Girl are you still out there?Queen of Poop Problems
This one is classic - So, I was at a party and feeling the effects of too many hot dogs. I called my friend who was on her way to the party, and asked her to pick up some anti-poop medicine for me. "No Problem!" she said. As soon as she arrived, she handed me the bottle, I unscrewed the cap, and gulped down 3/4 of the bottle. Only after I chug-a-lugged did I look at the bottle. She brought me LAXATIVE, not anti-diarrheal! I was on the toilet for 2 straight days, and haven't had a nrmal poop since!
Emily of NYC
I am finally back in NYC after almost two months away. I had a great time at camp for four weeks, and then on vacation with my family in Europe. It feels so good to be back home! I had so many interesting bathroom experiences to tell you about, but I don't want to make my story so long, so I'll pick the two best ones. One was at camp. For your info, I go to a girls camp in Newbury, vermont, and have been for the past 7 years. My bunk was called "Auntie Ida," and the kids in it ranged from 13 to 15. Most of the girls took their dumps in the morning, including me. However,one night I woke up around 2:00 AM, and had to badly take a dump, so I grabbed my flashlight, and headed to the nearest bathroom. To my horror, it said "Out of Order" on it. I ignored the sign completely, succumbing to my great need to take a dump. I sat down on the toilet, and no sooner did a torrent of diarrhea cascade into the bowl. I then pushed out one really long log, about 18 inches, and th! en a smaller one about 10 inches, before lettting out a really juicy fart, and letting go of some very liquidy diarrhea. I finished with another log about a foot long, and wiped myself about 5 times. Then I flushed the toilet. They sure meant "Out of Order" when they said it, because when I flushed the toilet, a volcano of everyone else's pee and poop exploded out of the bowl. I was able to avoid this storm completely, and ran away as quickly as possible from the toilet so I wouldn't be suspected. No one ever knew it was me, but the head of the camp told us that whoever caused that uproar, if they were caught, would have to clean the toilets for the rest of the session. ON vacation, I went to London, Paris, Milano, and Lake Como, a delightful place in Italy. While in Paris, I had to take a dump in this department store while looking for clothes. I asked where the bathrooms were in French. They were completely out of the way of everything in the store. When I got th! e corner and found the bathrooms, they were labeled with two really confusing signs, like an arrow to the right from a circle. I couldn't tell the men's from the women's, and went into the wrong one. I had never been to France, so I wasn't accustomed to squatting over a little hole in the floor and pooping. I started pushing out a rather long log, about a foot long, when I realized I forgot to lock the door! Some boy about nine years old opened my stall door, and saw a long log dangling from my bottom, and fell on the floor laughing. I almost turned purple! I angrily slammed the door and locked it, as I later pushed out two other foot long logs, as well as some dismembered loose poop. To my chagrin, there was no toilet paper there, so I had to go for the rest of the day with poop between my buttocks.
P.S. - Luckily, I was not in NYC when the blackout took place. I arrived last Tuesday. In two weeks, school will start. Darn it! But I will officially be a high school girl, starting my freshman year.
P.P.S - Manhattan Girl are you still out there?Wantano
Hi there y'all.
I have a question for the ladies.
When my mom pees, she makes a loud shhhhhhh sound. Do any of you girls make the same sound when you pee?
If so, did you do it all of your life, even when you were little, or did it start later on, Also, do you fart when you are peeing in public restrooms.
Punk Rock Girl
Joe's Survey:
1)Do you massage/rub your stomach when you poo? If so how do you do it and when do you do it? Nope. Just sit on the pot and let nature take it's course.
2)Do you grunt/strain/sigh? If so how and when? I grunt and strain when I have to force it out (which is usually), I grunt when I have diarrhea, I sigh when I'm done. Ahhhhh.
3)Do you sit on tip-toe? Not since I was eight or nine.
JW's Survey:
1) Could you give a small physical description of yourself? (age, height, etc...) I'm white, naturally blonde, though usually dyed dark red with black streaks (I hate blonde hair), 5'6", 130 pounds (mostly in my buns and tits).
2) How often do you take a poop? Normally, at least once a day, sometimes twice. If I'm severely constipated, then maybe every couple of days.
3) About how many poos do you make on average each time you take a poop? Usually one big load.
5) Approximately how big are your poos? (length, diameter)
Going by one of the few times where I really looked at my load, I'd say well over a foot and about two inches thick. Like a big cucumber.
6) What is the usual texture of your poos? Firm.
7) Where do you usually take a poop at?
At work in the morning, then sometimes at night when I get home.
8) What places do you enjoy taking a poop?
I like taking a dump outside. Other than that, I don't exactly ENJOY it, I just don't mind it. I'll shit anywhere.
9) Do you feel comfortable with a guy or girl watching you poop?
I'm actually more comfortable shitting in front of guys than girls. Don't know why. I always get the feeling guys are more fascinated by it, while girls are just grossed out. Weird.
10) About how long does it take you to poop (on average)?
Usually, ten minutes at least. I have to get it going, and it susually stalls a few times coming out. Sometimes less if it's easier.
11) What foods make you produce the largest poos?
????, bread, red meat.
12) Can you recall the largest poop you've ever made?
Actually, I once took a dump outside while hiking. It was a really firm load, so the fact that I had no TP didn't really matter, as my ass was fairly clean. But that load was a good 18 inches, and maybe three inches wide. My bottom was pretty sore after that one.
13) What types of poos do you normally produce? - logs, chunks, snakes (coils), etc. Logs. Sometimes chunks. Never coils.
14) When you get the urge, when do you usually let out your poop? ASAP. Why wait?
Hope that satisfies your curiosity!
Peace!
PRG
Ted
1) If you could poo anywhere where would that be?
2) If you could choose (and they would have to) anyone to watch you poo who would that be?
3) If you could describe the best possible poo for yourself covering (a) quantity (b) texture (c) smell (d) time it takes what would that be?
4) Why do you think that you are interested in pooing?
Thanks
RyanS
Hey everyone. I haven't posted here in a while but I visit here almost daily. Nothing really new that is worth posting about. School started last week so hopefully soon I'll have some stuff to post soon.
Billy: That's terrible what those people did to you kids. If it were me though, I'd only take so much of that kind of ignorance before I'd tell them off. It's stupid to be that they won't even let you use the bathroom at night. And during the day only at certain hours. It truley is ignorance because you mentioned other kids were the same way, yet the teachers showed no sign of giving a crap. Anyhow I bet your glad that time in your life is over.
Ash: Loved your story about your outdoor dump.
Well thats it for now. ttyl
Mike(ex-con)
Hey, this is Mike again, I just put that next to my name so you'd know for sure. Here's to answer some of your questions: Yes, we had to watch other prisoners shit. They were usually in your own cell, or across from you, or as you walk by, whenever. When someone had to shit, they shit. There were a couple of times when guards would get shit tossed at them, and all they did was yell at the prisoners, and come back with more guards and take them to the hole. People didn't usually f??k with you if you were taking a shit though. Even us prisoners had a sense of decency and didn't look at someone or f??k with them when they were shitting. I remember once though, some guy had diarrhea and his cell mate was talking shit about him for it smelling so bad, so the guy got up, beat his ass and stuck his face in the bowl. The guards came in, the guy punched one of them, and they shackled him and drug his ass to the hole. Every once in awhile tho, your toilet would overflow, just cause th! e plumbing system is old. That always sucked. Sometimes your neighbors would. It was just routine. Any more questions, just ask. Thanks.
Beth
Hi.
When I was twelve, I pooped my pants. I hadn't done that since I was like four or five. And I haven't done it since. The stupid thing is, it was my own fault. I was on my way home from school, and I desperately had to poop. I walked home, and was hurrying along, when this woman who was friends with my Mom stopped me. She just talked and talked and talked, and I didn't want to be rude. I just stood there, smiling and nodding my head, fidgeting and clenching my buns together. Finally, I felt it poking out, and said to her, "I'm so sorry, but I really have to go." She said, okay, dear, and went on her way. I only made it another couple of blocks before a big solid poop forced its way into my panties uncontrollably. I tried to just let it come out, because I knew if I clenched, it would get squished. But, I clenched anyway, and it got squished. I walked home with a load of poop in my panties and squished between my buns. It was the grossest experience of my lif! e.
TTFN!
Emily of NYC
I am finally back in NYC after almost two months away. I had a great time at camp for four weeks, and then on vacation with my family in Europe. It feels so good to be back home! I had so many interesting bathroom experiences to tell you about, but I don't want to make my story so long, so I'll pick the two best ones. One was at camp. For your info, I go to a girls camp in Newbury, vermont, and have been for the past 7 years. My bunk was called "Auntie Ida," and the kids in it ranged from 13 to 15. Most of the girls took their dumps in the morning, including me. However,one night I woke up around 2:00 AM, and had to badly take a dump, so I grabbed my flashlight, and headed to the nearest bathroom. To my horror, it said "Out of Order" on it. I ignored the sign completely, succumbing to my great need to take a dump. I sat down on the toilet, and no sooner did a torrent of diarrhea cascade into the bowl. I then pushed out one really long log, about 18 inches, and th! en a smaller one about 10 inches, before lettting out a really juicy fart, and letting go of some very liquidy diarrhea. I finished with another log about a foot long, and wiped myself about 5 times. Then I flushed the toilet. They sure meant "Out of Order" when they said it, because when I flushed the toilet, a volcano of everyone else's pee and poop exploded out of the bowl. I was able to avoid this storm completely, and ran away as quickly as possible from the toilet so I wouldn't be suspected. No one ever knew it was me, but the head of the camp told us that whoever caused that uproar, if they were caught, would have to clean the toilets for the rest of the session. ON vacation, I went to London, Paris, Milano, and Lake Como, a delightful place in Italy. While in Paris, I had to take a dump in this department store while looking for clothes. I asked where the bathrooms were in French. They were completely out of the way of everything in the store. When I got th! e corner and found the bathrooms, they were labeled with two really confusing signs, like an arrow to the right from a circle. I couldn't tell the men's from the women's, and went into the wrong one. I had never been to France, so I wasn't accustomed to squatting over a little hole in the floor and pooping. I started pushing out a rather long log, about a foot long, when I realized I forgot to lock the door! Some boy about nine years old opened my stall door, and saw a long log dangling from my bottom, and fell on the floor laughing. I almost turned purple! I angrily slammed the door and locked it, as I later pushed out two other foot long logs, as well as some dismembered loose poop. To my chagrin, there was no toilet paper there, so I had to go for the rest of the day with poop between my buttocks.
P.S. - Luckily, I was not in NYC when the blackout took place. I arrived last Tuesday. In two weeks, school will start. Darn it! But I will officially be a high school girl, starting my freshman year.
P.P.S - Manhattan Girl are you still out there?
Carmalita
Hola mis amigos,
I really stunk out our bathroom yesterday. I think I'm back to normal, shitting big, stinkin' bigger! I laid a huge log plus some soft serve on top. The turd was so big it was sticking out of the water and stuck to the bowl. It was shaped like the number 6, coiled at the bottom and the top part longer and slightly bent. It made all sorts of hard crackles and pops, and I was straining like crazy to pinch it off in one piece. Plus, it was "Carmalita green". Patsy came to brush her teeth, looked down at me and said "Baby, you stinkin'." Everytime I'd drop a turd of softer stuff, she'd go "plop!" with a mouthful of toothpaste, then giggle. Then, Renee came in with her magazine and said "I should've known you'd beat me in here! God it stinks, I have to sit over that smell?!" I'm glad they didn't come in til later adn that I was alone pooping out that turd because I'd have been a bit embarrassed, grunting and pushing so hard. As I wiped, flushed, and oh yes,--plunged, then flu! shed again, Renee sat immediately. As soon as her butt hit the seat, a barrage of poo came dropping out of her like it was coming from out of a faucet. She talked about me stinking?! Damn, she had half diarhea and half chunks dropping out of her ass. She was nothing but a symphony of farting, moaning, plopping, more farting, more grunting and more moaning. That bathroom reeked. We tried air freshener, but it only made it worse.
Now, for this morning, I took a huge dump of yesterday's ice cream and enchiladas. The ice cream lubed up those ol' enchiladas and everything plopped out just fine and pewwwwy!! No hard pushing, a couple grunts, and lots of big turds floating. I can still smell it wafting as I'm typing this. There's nothing like an enchilada dump.
Nu's got the runs and is in the bathroom right now squirting liquid poo. I can hear the wet farts clear in here. Through the wall I can hear her moaning, then dumping a sloppy load. Man, yesterday, she squeezed out what looked like 10 lb. dump! Nothing but huge, huge turds in coiled pile. Now she's painting the bowl. Oh well.
That's the poop updates for our household! Tomorrow I have to be at school for finals. There's another Mexicana girl who's ultimately cute, and always takes a dump at the same time. Last week, it took her almost 10 minutes and she just kept dropping turds one after another. Can't wait til tomorrow and her "regular" time. I'll plan mine for then too!
ASH: I really like your stories, and look forward to reading them they are soooo cool!
PUNK ROCK GIRL: That was a cool story about the fleet enemas, but I'm sorry you had pain and had to do that. However, I do love the mental image in my mind of you sitting on the toilet by candlelight. Hot!!!
JOHN: Thanks baby, I wish you could've been there.
ADRIAN: I was on a different diet, but it wasn't agreeing with me. I prefer to exercise more and eat like I normally do.
JANE & GARY: I'm sorry bonita, but I forgot to say hi to you, and how much I loved your last 2 stories. Your ladies room adventures are the hottest. I can just smell you mi amiga! Kisses to you.
Love,
CarmalitaAJ :o)
You might say that I got drafted a few hours ago!
That is, it's like there were some people who volunteered for the service in the past, but there were others who really would have rather not gone and, instead, got drafted.
Likewise, there have been some posts I've read where people actually poop their pants on purpose and love it--however, in my case, I was drafted into this situation.
Where should I begin?
I've had a really busy last couple of days, going here and there, doing this and that, and eating more than usual at times--especially, today.
Today, I started designing my new website.
I've been staying in a local motel for quite some time (will be writing about this before long and will somehow give you some clues where to read about it) but have also been here at home, too. Long story. Anyway, I'll tell you about it later.
But I was here (at home) for several hours (when not out doing other things) and began working on my website.
And I had quite a bit of fine-but-fast food to eat while I was doing this.
Then, my mom and I went to the nursing home and took my dad on a stroll to the library. After that, the two of us went to eat at this restaurant we'd just discovered that was about 30 miles away.
When we were about to leave the restaurant, I had the feeling of thinking that I could poop then or later. Otherwords, didn't have to go so badly that I couldn't wait to get home. They were about to close the place, so I didn't think this would be the time to go poop.
I saw a beautiful filling station/convenience store/deli as we pulled back onto the street, and I wondered at the time if I shouldn't take time to go then--but I thought that, sitting in the van, I would be quite comfortable until I made it back home again.
Then, we were on a country road heading for home and I suddenly began to sense more of an urgency to go to the bathroom, and I tried to relaz and not think about it.
It felt as if it would possibly be loose when it came out, and it was dark out, so I wasn't wanting to pull to the side of the road in the dark and let it out--especially, without toilet paper or reasonable facsimile handy.
So I kept trying to talk myself out of thinking about the contractions.
Suddenly, though, they became too strong to hold in, and I began to fill my pants and panties with loose poop.
Fortunately, I wear protective panties (as an extra precaution aimed at peeing accidents), so the poop began to fill them up.
But I still wasn't comfortable, so, ever so often, I would end up having more poop coming out of me.
Fortunately, it didn't smell--but what a mess it was when I got home.
It was a sort of yellowish brown color as a whole and even had little corn pieces stuck in parts of it, thanks to the corn fritters I'd eated the day before.
By this time, a lot of it had seeped out of the left leg of my panties and was smeared into my jeans and up and down the inside of my left leg, as well as behind the knees.
I've managed to clean most of it off of me, but I'm going back to the motel in a little bit and will probably shower the rest of it off there shortly after getting in for the night.
My cousin has this expression she likes to use: "Whatever floats your boat!"
And that's how I feel about this.
There might be people out there who love this sensation--but, if it never happens to me again for the next ten-thousand years, it would be too soon!
The only thing I liked about it is the relief I felt in having all of this collection outside of me instead of taking up excess space in me--but I certainly don't like the fact that I still have a poopy ring because I was too stiff to stretch my short arm all the way to it at the time I was cleaning up.
Some of it had even come around to the front and gotten into various parts of my publc area. UGH!
Anyway, it still was a very nice day@
Hugs!
AJ :o)
Linkin Park girlee
First time posting here ~ 17 years old ~ around 110 lbs ~ brown hair w/ blonde highlights ~ and I LOVE pooping!! It's really exciting for me, and I like to hold it in for a while and then go sit on the toilet and let it all come out. I also LOVE Linkin Park, does anyone else here like them??
To Ash ~ Yesterday I read your story from when you pooped outside, and it was so exciting to read!! It wasn't too long either, I could have just kept reading and reading it, hehe. Well keep up the great posts and by the way ~ do you like Linkin Park?? Note me back sometime, thanks.
To Jessica ~ I guess I'll give you a description on how I wipe. I grab toilet paper, bend over a bit, place my hand behind me, and wipe going up and down. Sometimes when I know that it's gonna be messy I don't even bother looking at the paper the first two wipes. Usually I have to wipe about 2-4 times. When my poop is softer, maybe like an extra wipe or two.
To Pineapple Punk ~ That was a great story!! I have peed in my bikini bottoms before, and the warm feeling I get is so pleasurable. One time, though I peed in them on the beach and I guess they were on kinda loose, and I peed so much that they fell down halfway lol. Oh well.
To Amy ~ That sounded like a great crap you took at the waterpark! Did you not poop for a few days, or is that just the regular sized crap you usually take? Also, do you wipe standing up often? Well, I g2g now and I can't wait to see the new posts in a day or so from everyone. xOxO
Sean
To Ash: Hey – so you had your ring all puckered up and pushed out too after a big poo. Glad I’m not the only one who has had that happen. I’ll find your post and read it. Thanks for telling me about your school uniform; I have a really nice picture of you now.
To Bryian: Glad you liked my story about my hole feeling like it hadn’t closed up. My first log was wider than usual but not so wide as to hurt bad, I guess it was almost two and a half inches wide and about six inches long. But it was fairly firm and I did noticed when I looked in the bowl afterwards that it had a short pointy nose and no tail. My second turd was the same size as the first only it had no nose. I think it was originally all one log that was so wide it had pushed my ring out and made it pucker, then it broke off and the part still inside me kept my ring pushed out and wouldn’t let it go back in as usual. It was my puckered ring that felt good when I touched it. Once my second log fell out, my hole closed up like it always does with no puckering.
To Julie: Glad you liked my story. I think it wasn’t so much that my hole actually stayed wide open, it just felt like it was wide open. I mean when I felt it I couldn’t put my finger inside. I think it felt that way because the poo I still had inside me was so close to coming out, and more importantly my ring was all pushed out and puckered up and of course I was still very domed out. It was my ring all pushed out and puckered up that I felt with my fingertip and that’s what felt kind of nice. Believe me you will know the feeling if you get it. I would love you to tell me about it if you do, especially if you feel it with your fingertip.
Sean
AJ :o)
You might say that I got drafted a few hours ago!
That is, it's like there were some people who volunteered for the service in the past, but there were others who really would have rather not gone and, instead, got drafted.
Likewise, there have been some posts I've read where people actually poop their pants on purpose and love it--however, in my case, I was drafted into this situation.
Where should I begin?
I've had a really busy last couple of days, going here and there, doing this and that, and eating more than usual at times--especially, today.
Today, I started designing my new website.
I've been staying in a local motel for quite some time (will be writing about this before long and will somehow give you some clues where to read about it) but have also been here at home, too. Long story. Anyway, I'll tell you about it later.
But I was here (at home) for several hours (when not out doing other things) and began working on my website.
And I had quite a bit of fine-but-fast food to eat while I was doing this.
Then, my mom and I went to the nursing home and took my dad on a stroll to the library. After that, the two of us went to eat at this restaurant we'd just discovered that was about 30 miles away.
When we were about to leave the restaurant, I had the feeling of thinking that I could poop then or later. Otherwords, didn't have to go so badly that I couldn't wait to get home. They were about to close the place, so I didn't think this would be the time to go poop.
I saw a beautiful filling station/convenience store/deli as we pulled back onto the street, and I wondered at the time if I shouldn't take time to go then--but I thought that, sitting in the van, I would be quite comfortable until I made it back home again.
Then, we were on a country road heading for home and I suddenly began to sense more of an urgency to go to the bathroom, and I tried to relaz and not think about it.
It felt as if it would possibly be loose when it came out, and it was dark out, so I wasn't wanting to pull to the side of the road in the dark and let it out--especially, without toilet paper or reasonable facsimile handy.
So I kept trying to talk myself out of thinking about the contractions.
Suddenly, though, they became too strong to hold in, and I began to fill my pants and panties with loose poop.
Fortunately, I wear protective panties (as an extra precaution aimed at peeing accidents), so the poop began to fill them up.
But I still wasn't comfortable, so, ever so often, I would end up having more poop coming out of me.
Fortunately, it didn't smell--but what a mess it was when I got home.
It was a sort of yellowish brown color as a whole and even had little corn pieces stuck in parts of it, thanks to the corn fritters I'd eated the day before.
By this time, a lot of it had seeped out of the left leg of my panties and was smeared into my jeans and up and down the inside of my left leg, as well as behind the knees.
I've managed to clean most of it off of me, but I'm going back to the motel in a little bit and will probably shower the rest of it off there shortly after getting in for the night.
My cousin has this expression she likes to use: "Whatever floats your boat!"
And that's how I feel about this.
There might be people out there who love this sensation--but, if it never happens to me again for the next ten-thousand years, it would be too soon!
The only thing I liked about it is the relief I felt in having all of this collection outside of me instead of taking up excess space in me--but I certainly don't like the fact that I still have a poopy ring because I was too stiff to stretch my short arm all the way to it at the time I was cleaning up.
Some of it had even come around to the front and gotten into various parts of my publc area. UGH!
Anyway, it still was a very nice day@
Hugs!
AJ :o)piss/poop lver
Hi i am 15 male and a long time reader of some of the stories. i dont know why but ever since a few years ago i have had a love of waching girls pee and poop outdoors.
Constipated Chik
hey!!! i found Raging Uprhoile's quiz and thought i would take it.
Raging Urophile
I have a couple multiple choice questions regarding the fascinating and wonderful world of female urodynamics. I hope that the women on this board will respond. The questions are as follows; Does your pee flow most closely resemble
A)a thick gushing stream, that fans out and splatters? *Yep!*
B)a thick gushing stream that remains mostly intact, like a waterhose?
C)a moderately thick stream that fans out and splatters?
D)a moderately thick stream that remains mostly intact?
E) a narrow stream, resembling that of a male?
F) a weak slow dribble with little trajectory?
2. When squatting or standing, without using your hands,does your pee flow
A) head straight downward?
B) flow outward at a minor arc?
C) flow outward at a large arc away from the body, like a male.*Yep*
2 weeks ago i got really constipated. I hadnt been able to poop 4 about 14 days and i was in a lot of pain! Laxitives dont work for me and i hate enema's so i usually wait for it to come out. So on on that wensday, i went to sleep and had a hard time sleeping because of all the pain i was in. I woke up at 2 am and started dry heaving. I grabed my jar that i keep next to my bed and attempted to barf. i started to blow some chunks. after that was all over i had felt alot beter. i laid down and felt some thing warm against my cheek and relailized that while i was puking my gut out, i was crapping. after that i wanted to just die. my room mate saw me and ran over and started to help clean me up after that i felt 100x beter.
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Has anyone pushed out a 3 or 4 inche thick turd?
Sweetpee
Hi everyone, I've been lurking here for several weeks, and have decided I just have to post. Do any of you besides me ever use a Travelmate to pee? I got mine a couple of months ago, and I just love it. I use it all the time now, even to pee before I sit down for a BM. It's really the first time in my life I've actually looked forward to peeing. I think it's only partly the thrill of doing it standing up. Maybe it's just the way I'm made, but I realize now that I never liked the feel of the pee dribbling over the lips of my vagina. The Travelmate just feels so much neater and cleaner.
Well, I'm off back to college (Junior year) in a week. This year I'll be in a dorm that will probably vote to have unisex johns, so don't know how that will work out with my new style of peeing.
I'd be interested in hearing from any other users.
SweetpeeXXX
Saturday, August 24, 2003
Leah
To Ash - Hey sweety!!!! what a great story!!!!! i loved that story so much, i really thought that i was there with you while you wer pooping. what your dad and sis did was really stupid lol, but they're just joking around i think. well that was a really great story, and keep up the excellent posts......and i cant wait to hear your florida story if you're still gonna share it with us. Thanx...bye.
I jus pooped, and it was a little softer than usual. Right after i plopped my butt onto the toilet seat, about 6 soft pieces all splattered out and made quite alot of noise. well i g2g bye.
Bryian
To Gin: Sounds like a cool movie...Liked your story too
To Tammy: Loved your story
To Ziggy Za: Liked hearing about your dream
To Doug Poopington: Thats cool about peeing in the sink...i've done it before.
To Jonny the Jonny Brush: Oh..thanks for replying...Liked your story..did that big breakfast you had, have to make you pee or poop? I'd like to hear about that contest.
To Curious: No problem...who would have thought about them..?s like that have never entered my mind..it was cool what you came up with. Oh are you a male? and how old?
To Dan H: I don't know what happened to them, i remember them..theres been lots of people that have come and go, any one remember Kim and Scott?
To dee-jay: liked your story..i think your normal, cause i have a fantasy to see either male or female on the toilet pooping.
To ET: Loved your story..sounds like a cool experience you had.
To Reno of the Turks: I don't really know..it could be..i know im not eating any thing more or less but latly i've been having to poop once a day right around 8pm after dinner time for some reason.
To Hal: Liked your story..lucky you, got pulled out of that school.
To ucgenie: Yeah my ass itches too if i don;t wipe good.
To Jessica: Enjoyed your story.
To Emily of NYC: Loved your stories...did you get caught at camp? and did that boy poop, do you know?
To Ted: 1. I think i'd poop in a doorless stall 2. I'd choose a bunch of kids to watch 3. Best poo?....a big fat log about 15 inches that didn;t smell too bad. 4. Im intrested in pooping cause of the feeling you get before you go.
To Mike(ex-con): Liked your story
To Queen of Poop Problems: liked your story
To Beth: Loved your story.
To Carmalita: liked your story..what caused your poop to be green"?
To Linkin Park girlee: liked your story
To Sean: Thanks for replying
To piss/poop lver: Thats cool..liked your story
To Constipated Chik: Liked your story
To unknown: I've had a 2 or 3 inch thick turd
To Sweetpee: Liked your story.
Yesterday at work i started feeling really bloated and gassy, infact i couldn't tell if i had to fart or poop so i went to the bathroom and farted just to be sure. I got home and i was still farting, later i ate dinner and then i had to poop. Latly i been pooping after dinner around 8pm for some reason and its been soft and chunky latly.