Everett
I was playing JV football for my high school. We were playing a game under the lights against our school's arch rival. During the first half of the game I started to feel the urge to shit, but I was the captain of the defense. I wasn't too worried about hanging on for the rest of the game. During half time we sit at the far end of the field, getting instructions from our coaches. I was starting to feel a little more desperate to shit, but the coach wanted to make sure I understood the changes to the defense we were going to try in the second half. During the 3rd quarter, I started to worry. I was unable to run as hard as I normally do, and was losing my concentration to an incredible need to take a shit. While waiting for the refs to walk off a penalty against the other team, I told my best friend about my problem. I didn't know what to do. If I continued to play I was going to end up filling my pants with shit. At the end of the 3rd quarter, I decided it was make or break time. I ran to the sideline and told my coach I had to go to the bathroom. He looked at me in shock and said, "Now?" I gave him a pleading look that made it obvious waiting was no longer an option. He yelled for another player to take my place to start the 4th quarter and told me to hurry up. I ran towards the front gate of the field, where the restrooms were. I had to pass my dad and his friend on my way. He asked me if I was okay. I told him I had to go to the bathroom. I got the same look my coach gave me. I really didn't care anymore. I only cared about getting to the bathroom without making a mess in my pants. As I got close, a little bit slipped out, but I wasn't stopping for anything, not even entering a bathroom with a bunch of high school kids hanging out, and noticing the stalls were doorless. My next problem was getting the laces undone on my football pants. A little more slipped out as I worked on getting my pants off, my legs now crossed. I was attracting an audience of kids smiling at the football player who had to take a shit in the middle of a game. I finally got my pants lowered and dropped my butt on the toilet. I didn't have to push for a huge pile of shit to splash in to the toilet. I breathed a sigh of relief but I was far from done. At first large pieces of shit were exiting my butt. But it changed to more of a diarrhea as I kept sitting. Now it was running out of my butt. I couldn't have been more embarrassed. But I was so relieved. I noticed there wasn't much in my pants. I tried to make sure the people hanging around outside my stall didn't see anything. It seemed to go on forever, with both large chunks and runny poop leaving my body. Every minute I had to sit on that toilet was another play I was missing in the game, and another minute for kids to laugh at me on the toilet. Finally I felt like I was done. It took quite a few wipes to clean my butt. It took several flushes to get a clean bowl. I tied the strings on my pants as fast as I could, then ran back out to the field. Considering how long I had been gone, everyone at the game knew why I had to leave the game. When I got back to the sideline, my coach angrily asked me if I was ready to play football now. I blushed and said "Yes Coach! Thanks for letting me go." When I got back to the huddle my friend asked how everything came out. I said, "In the toilet thankfully". After the game my friend and I had a lot of laughs about the whole messy situation. We lost the game so it took awhile longer before my coach found any humor in it. My father never said anything else about it other than I should take care of stuff like that before the game.PERVasive
Kyle, that was an awesome story. I'm rather jealous of that experience. Has anyone heard of people playing "water pong"? It's supposedly like beer pong, except since you don't get drunk, in order to make it harder for the people who drink more, you can't pee. Sounds to me like it could be fun.anna
my boyfriend of 4 years is very conservative, and would not pee in front of me until we had been dating for 2 years.
it was actually a bit of a traumatic incident for him. we were taking a shower together after a game of volleyball on spring break with friends, and i guess the fact that i had entered the bathroom first made him decide he would hold it until after. my boyfriend would never dream of telling me when he had to go back then due to his pride and his intensely private nature, so i was unaware.
when he stepped into the shower with me he seemed a bit edgy, but i didnt really think much of it. i began to lather myself and chat with him while turning the water on. right after the hot water began to pour over us he suddenly took a quick, jerky step to the shower door before freezing in his tracks and hunching down a bit. at first i thought he was going to throw up... until i noticed the bright yellow liquid pooling below him.
my poor boyfriend had a bit of a pee 'accident' in the shower! he said that the hot water increased his urge suddenly, and he lost control of his bladder
all he could really say to me during his pee was
i'm sorry, i can't wait'
i assured him doing a pee in the shower was no big deal, although he has since made sure he's visited the toilet before bathing with me these days.Kyle
In response to "Random thoughts from a random poster": Yeah, but I think I mentioned that my friends are quite out of the ordinary. In all honesty, I wasn't really that shocked when the, "Who can hold it the longest?" subject came up. Besides, as you said, it was more or less harmless, just a few ruined pairs of jeans and a few of them got grounded for a couple of weeks, but other than that, no harm was done.
thomas
My friend told me about a time she was in college. She was 19 and was still living with her parents. During the winter she got sick with high fever, everything around her was blurry and she was unable to leave her bed on her own. Her mom had to put her in diapers and change her. my friend was very embarassed about it but there was no other option. She got better in a few days. Anybody had a similar experience?Leo
I have a terrible habit of not peeing when I should. I know I have to go but I keep putting it off until I REALLY have to go. I have emergencies two or three times a week, like I have to pee so bad I can't stand or sit still, and sometimes I have to squeeze my dick to keep it from coming out. Mostly I get to a toilet or someplace I can pee, but once in a while I start to pee my pants, and that's embarrassing if someone sees. I wear dark blue or black jeans so it doesn't show too much if I have an accident.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Keith D
Hi Linda! Great to hear that you're still around. Great to hear about the winning streak too. Wow 2 poops a day! I'm jealous. It's a great stress reliever to be able to poop. I'm usually once a day but for the last couple of months it's been every 2-3 days. But my loads have been bigger and more satisfying.
Linda have you noticed a change in the consistency of your poops when you are more regular? Are they softer? When I'm more regular my poops are usually softer and more "fresh", they slide out more easily, they seem to have a narrower diameter and sometimes come out in 2-3 pinched off little snakes rather than the big, dry hard single logs I usually need to strain out a bit.
When I was constipated as a kid I also tried the sitting upright and leaning right back technique. It helped for a little while. It was good having a solid object behind me to press my weight against. Straining my body against something else helped to distract me from the discomfort in my butt when something big was coming out. I think that the movement and arching of my back also helped move things in my intestines as well. When it was really tough I would rock my butt back and forth on the seat a little too. I don't know if it helped move the poop but it did relieve a bit of the frustration of sitting straining for an age.
I know what you mean about giving a little push before going off to the toilet. I haven't tried to "pre-poop" since I was a kid and had forgotten all about it. Yes, I often had trouble getting my poop moving once I was sitting down. It was like as soon as I got sight of the toilet bowl, I felt tense about the effort and pain that I knew was coming and my sphincter would tighten and any effort would be useless once I sat down. So sometimes when I was out playing and felt that dull knocking-on-the-door feeling of a big hard dry poop at the entrance I would give a few little "test-pushes" to see if it would start moving or if it was just a false alarm and I wouldn't really be able to poop. Sometimes I would feel the tip of the log start to spread the sphincter and would go and sit on the toilet. Other times it would feel like I was pushing against a brick wall so didn't bother going to try. I find that the longest part of any of my poop sessions is spent just trying to get the log to push my anus open. It always takes at least several minutes. Once that's open, it's all downhill from there!
I always had a fear of people hearing me go to the toilet and tried to be quiet and secretive. I always stayed silent and even tried to breathe really quietly. I'm a bit more open now and don't mind making a little noise. When I'm pushing really hard I find that my breath tends to catch in my throat so can't make a noise mid-push. But in between pushes I guess I try to soothe myself a bit sometimes with a bit of an "mmmm" sound.
I tried feeling around for my poop a few times as a kid. I was shocked to find that after straining for nearly 30 minutes and feeling like a log was stretching me open, that there was nothing sticking out! It seems that the anal sphincter is quite thick and although it is being stretched on the inside, the outer bit can still be shut. Every time I pushed, I could feel my hole open just slightly and the tip of a very hard prickly turd there.
What sort of noises do you make when you are doing a poo, particularly when you are constipated?? Do you grunt and groan or do you do it quietly? I don't often make noises but if I'm really backed up, I will grunt a bit. Do you ever 'feel' your anus to see if the tip of the poo has started to come out? I do this sometimes, especially if I'm trying to push out a stubborn load.
Multi-drop Pete
Ken D. (p.1698): So you're getting 'wimbledons' as the writer Douglas Adams called them. I turned 40 a while back (silly mistake - I won't do that again) so I know how you feel. Trouble is, the urethra is quite a long bit of tubing, going from the bladder via the prostate gland to the tip of your penis, and as it gets flabby with age it can hold a few drops of urine. Oops, I'd better clarify that before you track me down and punch my nose - I didn't mean your penis has got flabby! I expect it's of magnificent dimensions and as firm as a teenagers! Just the urethra.
The remedy is to press with your fingers midway between your scrotum and your anus after peeing; that expels the last drops nicely. If that doesn't solve the problem it wouldn't hurt to have a word with your doctor; there's always the slight possibility of a prostate gland problem, which can only get worse if not treated.
On a lighter note, I started getting 'wimbledons' a few months ago despite poking with fingers; for the silly cause and simple cure see my post on page 1643.joey
hello, i am a lurker her for sometime and enjoy reading all the stories :) I had some questions for the girls about pooping habits. Specifically about how they deal with ???? aches and cramps. It would be great if you girls could answer my short survey :)
1) Do you get ???? aches that make you poo and how bad are thy/what do they feel like
2) Do you rub your ???? when you are pooping and how do you rub it? Does it make you feel better or help you to poo and did you learn this from someone?
3) Do you sit on tip toes when you poo?
4) What is your poo like when you have a ???? ache?
5) Do you get cramps with your period, how bad are they and do they mess up your pooing?
6) Describe how you wipe after you poo
ALso, I was wondering how many of you women grunt and strain or make noises when you poo?
Thanks and hope to hear from you all soon :)thomas
Last week I was waiting for a traffic light and there was a guy on a bike next to me. He was wearking light grey sweat pants and as he stopped, he revealed a small but clearly visible wet, brown patch on his rear end. He was acting as if nothing happened.
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I am in my senior year of high school, and haven't peed in my panties since 1st grade, when i was afraid to ask to use the bathroom because there were rumors going around that it was haunted lol. So up until a few days ago, i've been accident free. But then the other day, my school had a blood drive. ive donated before, so i was going to again. The whole process goes by faster if you drink a lot, so i drank 2 bottles of water before school started. Around 10, i had went to donate, and before they take your blood, you need to finish a bottle of water. So i drank it, with a little need to pee. finally it was my turn to get my blood taken, and i had to pee like crazy at this point. The nurse put the needle in, and in about 10 to 15 minutes i had filled the bag with blood. she said i was the fastest bleeder of the day lol. the entire time my blood was being taken, all i could concentrate on was how bad i had to pee. When the nurse bandaged my arm, i felt a little dizzy, but remembered being fine the other times i have donated blood. so i told the nurse i was fine and sat up to go run to the bathroom. well, i guess i got up too fast, and i was really dizzy and weak, and things started to go black. i remember sitting down, and then waking up to everyone crowded around me, putting ice packs under my neck, elevating my legs, and putting a wet towel on my forehead. apparently, after i at down i fell over and they had to drag me back onto the cot, because i passed out. i had to sit for about 20 minutes and then eat drink before some lady finally allowed me to go to the bathroom, but she had to walk me there. it wasnt until i was walking to the bathroom that i realized i didnt have to pee so badly anymore. when i got into the bathroom, i realized my underwear were wet, and so were the back of my jeans. i'd peed myself when i passed out! i was too embarrassed to tell the lady who'd escorted me to the bathroom, so i sucked it up and pulled my pants back up and went to finish eating. i told my friends what happened, and they said you couldnt tell. at lunch about 15 minutes after i was released from the blood donor station, i called my mom from my cell phone for a change of pants and undies. she brought them to the office and i picked them up and changed. i wasnt really embarrassed about peeing while being passed out, because it wasnt my fault, so when people asked why i changed my clothes i just told them the truth. it was nothing to be ashamed of, and i just laugh it off. hey, i saved lives, passed out, peed myself, and missed english class all in one day!
Amanda
just a short pee story for today
I rarely use the bathroom at school cause im really bathroom shy I only use it if Im really about to pee myself id never go poop in there anyway I drink like a bottle of water or something through out the day so naturally I have to go pee by the end of the day as soon as I get in the door from school 1st thing I do is go to the bathroom and go pee
Today I was coming home and I had a very slight urge to go pee it wasnt bad at all at first it but when I got to my door step boom the urge hit me so strong out of nowhere I was really going to pee myself any second I opened my door threw my bookbag on the floor hung my id on the hook and went for the bathroom I had to stop a few times and cross my legs cause i can feel the pee about to squirt out I got to the bathroom ripped down my pants and slammed myself on the toilet and the pee started pouring out it felt so good to get it out
well nothing interesting just thought is post anyway
christin
hey i just wanted to post this really quick. im 17 and i didnt go to school today because i have diarea. it started yesterday at school. i was in my last period class when i felt i had to fart. i pushed a little and hot poop quickly hit the seat of my light blue panties. i froze and looked around to see if anyone noticed and luckily noone did. i felt my ass underneath my skirt and if felt like someone put a few spoonfulls of hot oatmeal in my panties. i just sortof sat in it for 10 minutes untill school was over. i started walking home. about half way there i felt the strong urge to poop. i walked a little faster. about 5 minutes later i could feel some softer poop make its way into my panties. i was on my street but i didnt think i would make it.as i kept going poop kept slowly filling my panties. when i got to my house i ran to the bathroom sat down on the toilet and unleashed tons of hot shit that came out of the legholes of my panties. i gotta go ill post later i just had another accident.
Random thoughts from a random poster
You know I never ever do resort to holding myself as much as I do the peepee dance at times. Many a time I make it to the pot with just a little bit of pee in my pants.
Anybody ever cut off a pop bottle or milk jug and used it a funel to pee with. For ladies it makes it easier to pee into a bottle etc.
Kyle that sounds like apretty odd way to spend the day but I assum e you pretty much had fun and it was in retrospect probably relatively harmless.rachel.
To carl.
I've never babysat before, but I do remember when I was a child, around 12, I think, I remember going to parks with family friends, and while all of us kids were using the bathroom and peeing, there was this one girl who always 'didn't need to go'. While we were playing some complicated ball game, I'd see her pretending to tie her laceless shoes, and push her heel in her crotch. I recall bike riding later, and she also held herself the whole way. When we asked her if she needed to pee, she would say later. In the end we ended up in an area of the track with no toilets, and she peed her pants.Lynn
Ted,
When pee leaves the body it's sterile, but then germs start increasing.
I tried explaining this to a lady who was changing a baby's diaper on a bus. The lady said there were no germs, but after she changed the baby's diaper and touched and overhead bars or door handles on the way into a store... she would then put maybe millions of bacteria on whatever she touched.It is now 9:50 in the evening on Tuesday. I have not pooped since Friday morning around 11:00. Hopefully I will go soon.
Linda
Linda from Australia here again. Some good stories on here lately. I'm still on a winning streak with my poos. Its good to be able to drop 2 loads per day, without any pushing or straining.
To Kelly: I loved reading your post!! Did you have to push and strain to get those poos out? Did you do any grunting or groaning? I hate having to hold onto a big load of poo. This happens to me most of the time, if I can't do a poo in the morning before work, I have to hold it in all day. I don't go until I get home from work. But even if I do go in the morning, more poo builds up inside me and by the end of the day, I'm longing to do another poo. I get a bit constipated at times aswell so if I'm having trouble, I wait until after work as it takes too long in the morning. A few times, when I've been backed up, I've tried to go in the morning and I can only manage to get some of the load out. This makes me feel VERY uncomfortable because I can feel a rock hard turd stuck in my anus all day.
Please share some more stories with us. I love reading about people struggling with a really stubborn load when they are constipated.Vincene
It's been a little longer than a year since I posted. My posting was about my getting use to using toilet seat protectors at my middle school for three years and then when my family moved, starting 9th grade in a much larger high school that didn't have them. I was 15 and I did learn to adapt to the situation. I started like once a day just sitting down at school on the stool when the stall came open and not worrying about covering the seat. Most of the other girls didn't worry about it either. However, what grossed me out was the growing number of girls--especially juniors and seniors--who would stand over the seat to pee, but not lift the seat first. So there would be pee splattered on the seat and, as the next user, I had to decide whether I wanted to get back in line for a dry seat or whether I would just sit down in the pee and make the best of it. After the first few weeks of school when I would go into a line for another stall, I would notice others running up to the open stall and within seconds, they would be sitting on the seat and right in the pee. I got to thinking that there was something wrong with me for holding out and risking a detention for several tardies to my next class. Well, I'm 16 now and a junior and I use the bathrooms each morning to crap and twice later in the day to pee. There still are some girls who are really messy about themselves and a few will even crap while standing over the toilet, and as you might guess, some just think nothing of having their logs plop right onto the seat and they don't do anything about removing their crap before they open the door and the next user comes in. I do have my limits and one of them is that I always check the seat before sitting down. I will take the time, and possible after-school detention, for taking toilet paper and removing crap from the seat and dropping it into the toilet which I then flush. In such cases, I actually wipe the part of the seat the crap was on before I sit down, but I just think it's gross that high-school age students don't take the time or pride to keep up the school bathrooms. Also, there are times when all 10 or so stalls are in use and when I come out, I'm the only one going to the sinks and actually washing my hands. So many others just grab their bookbag and make a run for class. I haven't told my mom because she's very clean about herself and she would be appalled. I have a few friends that say this situation is pretty normal. However, I feel there's little "normal" about sitting in someone else's pee. If the seat tissues were installed in each stall, I know I would go back to using them. My friends, however, say "dream on". I have two more years of such high school experiences that I don't really look forward to.Male reader. First time poster.
Kelly middle school teacher and 6'5'' Ruth, really enjoyed your posts. Keep 'em coming!
Laura Teacher, we miss you.
Melanie, the receptionist, hope you are doing well.
I've always thought that the ideal dump was the big thick log that comes out in one piece with little effort. Obviously, these others must be memorable for you. What is the ideal trip to the bathroom for any of you?
Also, I've been interested in the fiber business. Could you ever imagine that fiber supplements would gain this much popularity?Multi-drop Pete
Rachel: so you can't pee in the pool. Water affects different people different ways. Many years ago my girlfriend and I liked to have a great physical time together, but this isn't a sex site so I'll spare you the details. One way we had fun was to share a bath, which was good until I realised that she always - yes, always! - peed in the bathwater. While I'm sure this is harmless, I found it off-putting; perhaps I was afraid it would make me smell bad. She wouldn't give up this habit; she had been doing it as long as she could remember and thought it was perfectly normal.
I'm happy to pee in the shower but not the tub. Does anybody else on this website pee in the bath?
Melanyee, a boy gets temporary respite from the need to pee by doing pee-pee dance at first, then by touching and squeezing his penis as the need gets stronger; I think what's happening is that the sensations from the genital region are strong enough to mask the bladder's cries for relief. It's not so much a question of the bladder muscle maintaining control; the sphincter won't relax until ordered to do so by the brain (for either sex), so we need to confuse the messages going to the brain so the brain won't issue the order.
Eventually the bladder's shouting too loudly to be drowned out and the brain commands it to empty itself; then the boy has to squeeze his penis tightly enough to stop the flow and run as fast as possible to the nearest toilet. On arrival he can't let go of his penis even for a moment, so dropping his pants is a problem; he has to reach inside his pants with his other hand and squeeze the base of his penis, then he can open his fly or lower his pants. It's a long time since I was a child but I still have a clear memory of doing this.
I suspect a girl does much the same thing, but if she's having to hold the pee in with her hand I'm not sure how she drops her pants on reaching the toilet; can she slow or stop the flow for a moment by the power of her pelvic floor muscles?
Doing anything with the balls wouldn't help; while the balls are fairly sensitive, most of the sensitivity is in the penis, so that's the part a boy naturally touches. The balls hurt like hell it you hit them, but I don't know if that would assist bladder control and I'm sure it's an experiment nobody will try!
The region between balls and anus is worth pressing after peeing, as this expels the last drops that would otherwise run down one's leg, but it's not very sensitive and so won't mask bladder signals. Pressing firmly there may stop the flow of pee, but nobody would bother as it's much easier just to squeeze the penis.dana
hey bethany, what you said about the stomach pains, i think i have an answer. 4 years ago i was diagnosed with crohns disease and it all started off with horrible pains in my stomach about 4 or 5 times a year. just a thought but that sounds exactly like what i have...
d@na
Thursday, September 25, 2008
To Ashley -
I had some serious pee/poop shyness when I was in junior high and highschool. It all stemmed from an embarassing incident in the girls' bathroom during school, when my friends teased me for letting a really loud and long fart. I was on the toilet, but they thought it was hilarious. It really embarassed me, and from then on I was terrified of people hearing me use the toilet. I luckily never had any accidents, but I did find ways to keep people from hearing me. If I was in a public restroom, I would flush the toilet repeatedly while I went. Many times, I would have to flush several times to cover the sound. When I was using a restroom at a house, I would always turn on the fan and leave the water running. If I could, I would time my poop around having to take a shower. I would poop while the shower was running, so people wouldn't know what I was really doing. But even for pee, I would at leat turn on the faucet.
My shyness persisted even into my adult years. In fact, on my wedding night, my new husband and I stayed in a little bed and breakfast. The bathroom was inside the room, and only had a shower curtain hiding it from the bed. I was so afraid to have my new husband hear me go to the bathroom, that I would make him go into the hallway when I needed to go.
Over the years, I have gotten over my shyness (I'm now 34) by realizing that everybody poops. And everyone body pees. It is nothing to be ashamed of.Kelly--Welcome to the board. It was a great first post! Felt sorry you had to hold onto such a big load for such a long time and then only to arrive at home to have the phone ring. I've been in similar situations with not such a load and it can be uncomfortable.
Stitica Laura--a belated welcome to you. Sounded like that was a very painful dump.
Ladies, keep the posts coming.
Carl
Does anyone have any stories about babysitting kids that either don't or won't use the bathroom? Do they use their pants or go somewhere else? How old are they?
Loki
hey, i've never posted before, probably won't be a regular but I did want to share a few stories for you guys!
I'm a 20 y/o guy, about 5'8", 135 lbs, longish black hair.
Seems like a recent topic here has been peeing in the pool. I've done it. i don't do it regularly b/c, quite frankly, thinking about swimming in a big pool of piss kinda grosses me out. i know chlorine and stuff kills germs, but still...if ya think about it, its like swimming in a toilet. but yeah i did it, here's my story:
I was about 13 and my friend's parents had a really nice above ground pool with a fenced in deck all around it. I was having fun and of course my friend and i decided to make EVERYTHING competition- who could make a bigger splash, who could jump out and back in faster, who could stay underwater longer, etc. Well, after several hours of swimming and drinking glass after glass of his mom's lemonade, I had to pee pretty bad. It was everything I could do to hold it back, but there was no way I was getting out b/c I knew it would cause me to lose some competition (hell, he probably would have made a no peeing contast....) The next contest between us was to see who could do the most underwater flips without coming up to breathe. I was winning and on my 4th flip, I pushed off the bottom of the pool really hard and lost all control. I completely peed myself and I was terrified someone would notice....but I guess all the lemonade made my pee clear and all the splashing disguised my strong stream, so no one was the wiser.
My next story is about desperation in the car. This was just over the weekend, my mom, my sister and I took a trip to this national preserved park across the state. My mom drove, my sister was up front and I had the back to myself. It took over 4 hours to get to the park with only one food stop and 2 gas stops. On the last gas stop I got one of those 44 oz huge drinks, which I drank all of and it ran right through me. By the time we got to the park, the urge to pee was pretty bad. I figured when we got there, we'd stop, but I was wrong. This park wasn't really a park and walk type place. it was more of a drive through place and it was HUGE! It took us over an hour of driving through the forest on tiny skinny twisting roads. there were almost no buildings and places to pull over were few and far between. And even in those places, if you walked more than 3 feet out the car, you'd be over a cliff. Finally, after pinching myself down there and squirming, I couldn't take it anymore. I told my mom I HAD to pee and I didn't think I could hold it any longer. She said she'd pull over frirst chance she got--which was about 5 dreadfully long minutes later. I jumped out of the car, but therewas nowhere I could go even for a little privacy. on the other side of the road was a huge rock wall. on the side we pulled off on was a huge drop off that scared me to even look over. So, I leaned my back against the side of the car, unzipped and relaxing wasn't even a problem at all. I knew I was in full view of my mom and sister, but what choice did I have? Either pull it out and go or end up pissing my pants....so I peed over the cliff for what seemed like forever. it felt so good and so relieving, like I'd never stop. The pee fell forever, I couldn't even see where it landed (but there were no roads below on that part of the mountain and no camping allowed in this area so I know I didn't pee on anybody....) When I finally finished, I got back in the car and we finished our trip.
And lastly, my most "shocking" story involving someone else.
My first year of college I was majoring in education, so I spent some time "job shadowing" a junior high teacher (7th grade). There was a kid in that class who completely turned me against teaching. Seriously, this kid should have been in juvenile hall instead of school....he was a goth kid, long black hair, black makeup and refused on a regular basis to do what he was told, especially as far as the dress code went. on the days he actually was in dress code, he'd do whatever he could to rebel, usually in a very vocal profane way, but sometimes silently. I actually witnessed him using scissors to cut his clothing off once! But anyway, on to my story. One day, this kid asked the teacher if he could go to the bathroom. She said no, as he commonly abused the priviledge and instead of going to the bathroom would either leave school altogether or vandalize something...so, immediately, he smiles sweetly, says "ok", stands up in his chair and pees in his pants, right there on a pedastal in front of the whole class, laughing the whole time, and yells "Ok, (profanity), I can't go to the bathroom, having fun cleaning up!" The teacher ran up to him, grabbed his arm and lead him to the office leaving me in charge of the class. I got all the other kids to move their desks away from the wet area and eventually restored calmness to the class. The demon child got expelled from the school, the teacher quit her job without a 2 week notice and I changed my major to undeclared.....
dana
hey bethany, what you said about the stomach pains, i think i have an answer. 4 years ago i was diagnosed with crohns disease and it all started off with horrible pains in my stomach about 4 or 5 times a year. just a thought but that sounds exactly like what i have...
d@naMale reader. First time poster.
Kelly middle school teacher and 6'5'' Ruth, really enjoyed your posts. Keep 'em coming!
Laura Teacher, we miss you.
Melanie, the receptionist, hope you are doing well.
I've always thought that the ideal dump was the big thick log that comes out in one piece with little effort. Obviously, these others must be memorable for you. What is the ideal trip to the bathroom for any of you?
Also, I've been interested in the fiber business. Could you ever imagine that fiber supplements would gain this much popularity?Keith D
To kelly: Great description of having to hold you poop in front of your class. Must be a problem for many teachers. Especially when you have a whole class full of students watching your every move all the time so you can't show your discomfort. What's the longest you've had to hold on for a class? Do you ever get constipated from having to hold on so long? And are your poop sessions always so big? These descriptive stories are fantastic!
To melanyee: It's not very often that I'm so desperate to pee that I need to hold myself but have gotten to that stage a few times. As a male, I don't find that holding myself (by squeezing the end of my penis) really helps. I think that the main sphincter from the bladder is internal (just above the base of the penis). Holding the tip of the penis just stops it from spurting out although once the pee stream is really happening and the internal sphincter has let go the pressure builds up and leakage is inevitable. Pushing below the penis in the area around the testicles wouldn't help at all, it's too far below. However, I have tried pushing against my body in the area immediately above the shaft of my penis and if I apply enough pressure it does seem to reduce the feeling of pressure on my bladder but is painful.
Of course, for males one way to reduce the urge to pee is to get aroused. When you get an erection, the sphincter muscles from the bladder clamp tight to close that avenue off. I don't know if that works for girls!
So how does it work for girls when they hold themselves? Is the sphincter for bladder control very close to the external exit?Richard (a.k.a The R man)
Today, my but was bursting! It was gassy to! AND ON TOP OF IT! mY BLADDER WAS BURSTING AS WELL! I was at school, I am in college, heading to class when I had to go really really BAD! So I made a plan. I would walk into class, through my back pack down and run to the bathroom! But when I got to class, Their was a note on the door notifying us that class was cancled. THANK GOD!, I thought to myself, and ran to the potty. I made it, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What a relefe!
To Melanyee:
When we guys need to go pee, it does not feel like the pee is in the bladder. It feels like the pee is in the tip of our penis, that is why we grab our penis rather then hold the bladder area. Sometimes it helps to tickle the testicals just a little bit. But it does not help to grab or rub on or behind out testies.
P.S. Hope that helps. If it does not and/or you have any other questions, you are welcomed to ask.Harmin
So it's was my birthday this past weekend and I held a huge party. It was six hours long, and I didn't take a dump anytime before the party so like an hour or two after the party was over I went into the bathroom to relieve myself. I couldn't believe my eyes went I saw my body of work. It was about 15 inches long and about an inch thick. I can't remember the last time I took a shit that big. I think it might just be a personal record.Linda
Linda from Australia here again. I haven't had ANY trouble pooping lately!! I've been going twice a day which is great for me. My loads have been quite big but they have been coming out easily and quickly. I hardly have to put any effort into it at all.
To Keith D: Good to see you on here again. I loved reading about your different 'pooping positions'. I also find it takes more effort to lean forward to push out a load, when I'm having a hard time pooping. I screw up my face and strain really hard at times so leaning forward makes that more difficult. I like to sit on the bowl, with my back leaning on the back of the toilet. I find it easier to push and strain when I'm in that position. When I'm having a really tough time, I do the same as you and put my legs up against my chest, with my feet up on the toilet bowl. When you feel the urge to go but you know it will take a while to do a poo, do you gently push BEFORE you sit on the toilet? I do this if I'm backed up. When I was constipated as a kid, I used to lean forward quite a bit while trying to do a poo.
What sort of noises do you make when you are doing a poo, particularly when you are constipated?? Do you grunt and groan or do you do it quietly? I don't often make noises but if I'm really backed up, I will grunt a bit. Do you ever 'feel' your anus to see if the tip of the poo has started to come out? I do this sometimes, especially if I'm trying to push out a stubborn load.Kyle
Hello, my name's Kyle, and I'm here to tell you about a rather interesting experience I had with my friends about a year ago.
To start things off, my friends and I had just gotten out of school. I'm a year older than them, and I'd just graduated, which they just did this past June. Bear in mind that the majority of my friends are girls; off the top of the head I can only count two other guys, and nine girls minimum that I actually consider my friends. They're an interesting bunch, and the reason this pertains to my story is because no normal kids, or adults for that matter, would do what they did.
Towards the end of summer, my friend Lizzie decided that she'd throw a little "summer's over" party for the lot of them, and invited me along as well, since I was always considered part of the group. When I got to the party, a little after noon, a couple of the girls were in the back room, playing DDR, and I took a seat on a rather cushy looking chair. Luckily it was as padded as it looked, since several of the girls, consisting of Laurie, Jamie, Susan, Kendra, Tori, and a few others decided to pile on me. This party didn't seem too planned out, and I suggested we go do something fun, like take a hike or go to the local arcade. They were pretty split down the middle, so we decided with a coin flip that we'd go to the arcade first and then take a hike.
The arcade wasn't too far away, so a few of us piled into Kendra's old busted up car, others piled into a girl named Angel's car, and the rest walked. When we got to the arcade, Lizzie climbed out of Angel's car and told us that on the way over, the girls in the other car came up with the brilliant idea to avoid going to the bathroom for as long as possible, and the last one to go would win $2 from each of the losers, totaling around $20. After some initial discussion about whether they actually needed to wet their pants to lose, or if they could give up and run to the bathroom, they decided it had to be the former and we all agreed, even to the idea that the losers had to stay as they were until the end of the contest, giving them the potential to lose twice, but only have to pay once.
I felt no need to go to the bathroom, and no need to inform them that I only use the restroom about twice a day. A few of the girls seemed a little nervous over the whole ordeal, but Jamie volunteered to keep an eye on everyone. We decided that any form of tickling or intentional means of forcing others to lose was against the rules and so the games began.
By the time we left the arcade an hour and a half later, Susan was already shouting that she needed to pee. She insisted that she could hold it for a while, but knew she'd lose. "Just hold it for as long as you can, you may not be the first," I told her, hinting at a few girls that were piling into the other car who seemed a little on edge. In any case, I knew that any girl that wet herself wouldn't be as embarrassed if they knew somebody else had first.
Kendra didn't feel like taking any chances, so she put a trash bag over her car seat and a towel on the floor, which made the ride a bit uncomfortable, but we managed to get to the park fine none the less. When we got to the park, Lizzie ran over to us just as she had back at the arcade, this time she had a more interesting question, "Some of the girls are wondering what we're supposed to do if anyone needs to you know...poop." This seemed to strike fear in a couple of the girls, since it hadn't occurred to them that not being allowed to go to the bathroom or out of sight of everyone meant they'd either need to do the deed in their pants or drop their pants in front of everyone, including myself, the only guy among them, and push one out on the ground.
After some debate, they all decided without my help that it would serve as another premise for losing, and that as such the person needed to hold it until it came out. Several of the girls contested this, but in the end, they accepted that it was the only way to be completely fair, because somebody might claim they were using the restroom to poop, and then pee as well, and gain an advantage over the honest ones.
Shortly after we began our hike into the woods, I noticed that Susan was sweating quite a bit, and that it wasn't because of the heat. She seemed like she was pretending nothing was wrong, but I knew it would happen soon; she was walking slower than everybody else and we had to wait up for her. I'd barely gotten my attention off of her predicament when I heard her say, "G-guys, I don't--" I turned around just in time to see her shove her hands between her legs, and sort of grunt and gasp at the same time. A dark line appeared on the left leg of her pants, and quickly spread into a dark patch, covering the inside of both legs of her jeans. The pitter-patter of the liquid that escaped her jeans was the last straw for a girl named Tracy, who'd been hiding her desperation much more successfully than Susan. She squatted down, and with her hands covering her face, lost all control and flooded her jeans as well.
A few of the girls got a good laugh, but it was short lived, as by five o'clock, they were all getting pretty desperate. We decided to take a break in a clearing that torturously contained some restrooms and water fountains. Tori was spacing out a bit, and everybody knew why. She made no effort to hide the fact that it wasn't her bladder that she was struggling to retain control of. Every so often, she'd let out tiny little bits of gas, and was constantly putting her hands over her butt in a series of false alarms. Other girls were struggling to hold their bladders, and Laurie openly admitted that she was bursting to pee, and had a growing urge to "go number two." Laurie talked about it casually, as if this was nothing new to her. I'd talked to her before about her bathroom habits, but that was always when a bathroom was actually involved.
Before long, my legs were rested, and everybody else was beginning to stir as well. At first, I thought it was because they were ready to resume our hike, but it turns out they were all shifting away from Tori, who'd lost control as soon as she managed to get to her feet. She semi-squatted as she did the deed in her pants and everybody stared in awe as she did so. Afterwards, she was on the verge of tears, and I was tempted to give her a hug, but she managed to squeak out, "I was planning on throwing these pants out anyways," and everybody started laughing, which made both Kendra and Angel lose control over their bladders, resulting in two very damp patches of dirt beneath their feet.
As seven o'clock approached, we all decided it was time to get something to eat, so we picked a place near the park, and Susan, Tracy, Tori, and Angel, who had already lost, in addition to a girl named Noel who'd been quiet all along, and has barely spoken up in the entire time I've known her, all piled into Angel's car. Kendra, being the driver of 'Car #2' was the only loser in her car, which consisted of her, Lizzie, Jamie, Laurie, Mary and me, making the car packed to the brim.
When we got to the restaurant, Kendra joked about how fun it'd be to have everybody go inside and have a sit-down meal. I told her we'd probably be asked to leave, but she insisted. Angel's car arrived seconds after we'd all evacuated the car, and I got a good laugh at how all the windows were rolled down, and several girls had their heads partially outside. "Did it really smell that bad?" I asked. "Well, it didn't at first. That is, until Tracy decided she needed to poop, and Tori begged her to do it in her pants, so she wouldn't be the only one, so she took a dump in her pants and wasn't even sitting near a window."
After everybody had evacuated Angel's car, we headed inside. Luckily, aside from the employees, we were the only ones there. We just made sure that Tori and Tracy were the ones to find us a table as far from the front desk as possible. The cashier asked the others if they had wet their pants on purpose, and they just said it was a bet. We got our food, and sat down at the table that Tori and Tracy had found us, and that's when I realized that Lizzie and Mary were both looking incredibly desperate, meanwhile I just barely needed to go. Laurie seemed moderately anxious, but seemed pretty in control of her bodily functions, and Jamie seemed indifferent. Halfway through the meal, Lizzie stood up and said, "I give up, I'm going to the bathroom," and tried to march off, but Jamie grabbed her by the rim of her pants and dragged her back. "They've all stuck with it, and so will you. You will both hold it and win or your jeans will become your toilet for the day, there is no third option. " Lizzie sat back down and bobbed back and forth for the remainder of the meal.
We left the building and headed back to the cars, but on the way, Lizzie stopped. "Sorry guys, I didn't want to wait until we got in the car, so…" she said, as she bent her legs slightly. The fabric of her jeans grew dark, and then I noticed something. Even after a very impressive puddle formed at her feet, she just stood there, hands on her knees, squatting and looking at the sky in a, 'why me?' kind of way. We all suddenly realized what she was doing, and Mary confirmed it, "Oh my God, you're pooping your pants too?" to which Lizzie nodded. Mary then propped herself against Kendra's car and let it all out. Her jeans turned darker than they were, and a puddle formed underneath.
When those two were done, we got back in the car, being sure to sit Lizzie next to a window. I was somewhat shocked when Noel spoke up saying, "Um, it might be a good idea to set me next to a window too…" because she hardly ever said anything, and she was practically admitting she was about to poop her pants. Laurie finally broke in, saying, "Best to sit me by one too, just to be on the safe side." That took care of that, the only two remaining, it would seem, would be Jamie and me. We drove back to Lizzie's house, and she asked that we all stay outside, because her parents may not care if we peed and pooped our pants like toddlers, but they didn't want it to ruin the furniture. The car began to smell really bad, really quickly, but not unbearable. When we finally got back to Lizzie's house, I got a bit of amusement out of how Angel climbed out of her car and wet her pants for the second time that day, like she'd been dying to the whole way back. It was only after everyone was out of the car that Lizzie pointed out that Noel had already pooped her pants. I was curious as to when that happened, because she never made a sound or even acknowledged what she'd done. As shy as she seemed, she wasn't even red in the face from embarrassment.
Until about nine o'clock, we basically just waited it out, keeping each other occupied with stories, sometimes about the last time they'd had an accident, which was actually a lot more recently than I'd thought. Laurie admitted that she'd wet her pants in gym class the year before I'd met her, and Tori had two accidents during her freshmen year of high school, although she wouldn't elaborate on what kind. Tracy admitted that during eighth grade, she'd been locked out of her apartment while her parents were at work and had both peed and taken a dump on the stairwell. She said it was either the stairs or outside where everyone could see her, since her apartment is along a main road and had another apartment building behind it. Her parents were furious for a little while, but gave her a key to the apartment after that.
After a long period of talking and waiting, Laurie stood up, adjusted her pants, and gave in to Mother Nature. By now it was too dark to see, but we could all hear the urine hissing as it left her body and saturated her jeans. Then she gave in completely and noisily expelled the pent up mass that had been rumbling in her bowels for the last several hours. After this, it was between Jamie and me. Fortunately for me, she didn't care too much, and just gave up, wetting her jeans with a bit of difficulty, as she didn't really need to pee very much in the first place.
Before the night was through, they'd all paid me two dollars, totaling about $18-$22, since I can't recall everybody who was there, since a few people ran off and did their own things. I just know I won the 'who can hold it the longest?' contest. Of course, after paying me the money, they were all disappointed that they never got to see me lose control, so I managed to force myself to wet my pants. It wasn't much, but enough to run down my leg and leave a little stain. The night ended with a very smelly and unsanitary group hug before all of us parted ways, we just made sure out pants didn't make contact with one another's hands. The end, I hope you all enjoyed. This took a while to write, since I had to base everything off of a memory…a very vivid memory because it was more fun than I'll ever admit to them, but still a memory nonetheless.David
My girlfriend completely pooped herself on our date last night. and I don't think it was an accident. She said she had to poop as we were leaving the theater, and about 5 minutes later, she stopped and bent over so that I could see up her skirt, she grunted and then completely pooped her pants. When she was done, we kept waking to my house as if nothing happened. When we got there, she said that she should probably clean up her accident and then said I could come help. Man was that awkward. BTW...we're both 19to bubba turd, seems like you have alot of near misses when it comes to almost having accidents, ever not make it and have an accident
rachel.
ty for your responses.
to leslie,
I never really thought of it that way. I always thought of it as relieving myself asap. So I guess next time I'll look for out-of-the-water ways to pee.
to susan,
I didn't take my bikini bottom off, I was pretending to dry my hair will trying to unforcefully pee in them, so it looked like water from the pool. So I'm not sure if anone realized.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Multi-drop Pete
Rachel: so you can't pee in the pool. Water affects different people different ways. Many years ago my girlfriend and I liked to have a great physical time together, but this isn't a sex site so I'll spare you the details. One way we had fun was to share a bath, which was good until I realised that she always - yes, always! - peed in the bathwater. While I'm sure this is harmless, I found it off-putting; perhaps I was afraid it would make me smell bad. She wouldn't give up this habit; she had been doing it as long as she could remember and thought it was perfectly normal.
I'm happy to pee in the shower but not the tub. Does anybody else on this website pee in the bath?
Melanyee, a boy gets temporary respite from the need to pee by doing pee-pee dance at first, then by touching and squeezing his penis as the need gets stronger; I think what's happening is that the sensations from the genital region are strong enough to mask the bladder's cries for relief. It's not so much a question of the bladder muscle maintaining control; the sphincter won't relax until ordered to do so by the brain (for either sex), so we need to confuse the messages going to the brain so the brain won't issue the order.
Eventually the bladder's shouting too loudly to be drowned out and the brain commands it to empty itself; then the boy has to squeeze his penis tightly enough to stop the flow and run as fast as possible to the nearest toilet. On arrival he can't let go of his penis even for a moment, so dropping his pants is a problem; he has to reach inside his pants with his other hand and squeeze the base of his penis, then he can open his fly or lower his pants. It's a long time since I was a child but I still have a clear memory of doing this.I was at a customer today that operates in the aged care industry and aged care providers receive a subsidy from the government to assist financially. The Australian Government (or should I say the public service) has allocated times for various tasks and they think taking the old people to the toilet of a time period of 15 minutes is excessive. The time is measured by taking them from their bed or chair, to the toilet, doing the deed and back to where they came from.
Government regulation gone mad!
THUNDER FROM DOWN UNDERTed
To Leslie: Drinking the water in pools isn't bad because of the urine content - it is because the chlorine is poisonous! A healthy person's urine is completely sterile.
I suspect a girl does much the same thing, but if she's having to hold the pee in with her hand I'm not sure how she drops her pants on reaching the toilet; can she slow or stop the flow for a moment by the power of her pelvic floor muscles?
Doing anything with the balls wouldn't help; while the balls are fairly sensitive, most of the sensitivity is in the penis, so that's the part a boy naturally touches. The balls hurt like hell it you hit them, but I don't know if that would assist bladder control and I'm sure it's an experiment nobody will try!
The region between balls and anus is worth pressing after peeing, as this expels the last drops that would otherwise run down one's leg, but it's not very sensitive and so won't mask bladder signals. Pressing firmly there may stop the flow of pee, but nobody would bother as it's much easier just to squeeze the penis.