Frantic Francine
About my new study hall friend
Last week my middle school got a few new students in. They were enrolled in a parish school that is having a hard time paying its bills and they were kicked out because their parents got too far behind in paying their tuition. Caryl Marie, who like me is in 5th grade, was assigned to the same study hall table as me. There are about 150 in our study hall which meets the period just before lunch. We're in the cafeteria and we enjoy smelling lunch being cooked. Sometimes the workers drop dishes or spill something and you can hear them swear at one another. I don't think they are aware that on most days the serving windows are open and that we can hear them.
Caryl Marie is very outgoing. Her parent have her in a local playhouse group because she's into drama and she has many of the same interests as me. We also have exactly the same daily schedule. On Caryl Marie's first day, the teacher who watches our part of the study hall was gone and the substitute was an old man who looked like he retired 20 years ago. He just sat and read the sports page so we got to talk and move around more. I was explaining lunch procedures to Caryl Marie and told her she should probably use the bathroom before eating, since the bathrooms are so crowded afterwards (I've written about this before). She said she could shit right now and I gave her directions to the bathroom and told her to go up to the substitute and sign out on the book. I wished her luck and she left. She was gone about 15 minutes and I was curious about how she was doing so I signed out and walked down to the restroom. When I got there I saw that one of about a dozen stalls had its door closed and I saw jeans and while underwear laying almost at floor level.
I called out her name and she started opening the stall door, saying that I could come in and talk to her. I told her no way and she was surprised. I quickly explained what happend to Sasha and me last month (I wrote about this). So I knew I had to get a stall of my own. I walked into the one on her left and there was only one square of toilet paper left on the roll. I've told you guys before I don't like sitting butt-down on the seat, but prefer to place toilet paper on it before I seat myself. So I went into the toilet on the opposite side of Caryl Marie. Even bigger problem. No toilet paper plus a huge unflushed deposit in the bowl that my older brother would pride himself on. Caryl Marie asked me while I was surveying the rest of the stalls what I was doing, and that caused her to look at her toilet paper holder. There was nothing on it. I told her welcome to our school!
I knew I wouldn't make it through the lunch hour without having to stop to pee so I returned to the stall left of her. Luckily I had a dress on so I lowered my panties, hiked my dress and seated myself. The seat didn't seem as sticky to my butt and my pee stream started pretty heavily into the bowl. I guess I sighed. That caused Caryl Marie to ask if all the restrooms sucked that bad. I told her this was one of the better ones because we weren't sitting in urine and no teachers or administrators were walking through the check up on us. As she started to replay, I saw her feet widen to the point where I thought I heard her jeans rip and then there were three loud splashes into the bowl. There was a screech of her butt. I asked her about it and she said she was sliding forward on the seat because her reaar was getting splashed from her heavy crap falling into the bowl. Then there was a thud and she said that was a harder turd hitting the front of the bowl.
She said she was impressed by the sound of my pee stream. I complimented her on her being able to crap in a strange public bathroom and I told her about some of the problems I've been writing about. I asked her how she was going to wipe herself. She seemed surprised and said she hadn't thought about it. I assured her there wasn't anything in any of the other stalls because I had checked. I suggested the large, brown paper hand towels above the sinks in front of our stalls. Caryl Marie said they would be too gross. I told her that she could go into another bathroom, but I also knew the bell was about the ring for lunch period. I got up off the stool, waddled through the stall doorway and reached up and grabbed a handful of the papers and then took them over to Caryl Marie. She was still seated on the stool when I told her to open the door and take them. She asked if I needed one and I said no because I knew we were running out of time and needed to get back to study hall.
When I saw Caryl Marie next in math class I asked her how she came out and she said she hated using the toilets in such a large school. I told her she hadn't seen anything yet. Then she asked me a really off-the-wall question. Would I be happier if I had a penis and could use a urinal? That got me to thinking. Would it be easier? Cleaner?
What do the rest of you think?
Just a Guy
Amylee - the stomach bug is terrible. I've mentioned in the past that I'm not toilet shy, I go when I need to, but that doesn't mean I don't get embarassed. Funny thing though, when I'm sick, I don't really care what anybody thinks, yet if I take a smelly dump when I'm not sick and someone is the next stall, I feel embarassed. Well, I'm glad that you're over the bug and hopefully things could return to normal at your workplace. I really enjoy your stories. They are very interesting and detailed. Hope to hear more stories about you and your co-workers.Vincene
Reflecting on Slow-Shittin' Sammi's experiences
I, too, had a mother raise me the way Slow-Shittin' Sammi's does. Although I'm away at college now, she's still trying to beat into my head that public bathrooms are evil and should only be used for dire purposes. I love her very much and she's been a very good mother, but I refuse to believe something that I think is a bit far-fetched and something that very few, if any, of my friends are taught. When I was out with my friends in grade school and junior high, in places like the mall or the movies, Mom would always put me down if I had to excuse myself to use the bathroom. There were times when I was like 5, 6 or 7 and she would walk me to the bathroom at home and make sure I went in and peed before we got into the car. Just over a year ago, she and I were at the city auditorium for a college fair and after about an hour I excused myself to use the bathroom. She seemed appalled because we had just come from home and she had reminded me to use the bathroom before we left. I did. I peed. Now I had to crap. That night in a very tactful way I told her what she was doing was embarrassing and totally needless. Her old words, "Well, if you would listen to me and do it so I wouldn't have to nag you..." ran through my head again. I understand that her generation was probably taught differently, and that her parents were stricter than most, but telling me about how important it is to discipline your self by going to the bathroom at certain times isn't about to convince me to change my way. And her claims that she almost never had to use the bathrooms at school as much as I do are even more meaningless.
Sammi, what I'm saying is don't let your Mom's good intentions harm you.
Timee
I was in a state park forest wandering around on a church outing. I like that place. It gets me away from the city and when I am there I lose myself from everyone. I had to pee and it was a long walk back to the grove and I did not want to wet myself. I am not too modest, but I did not want to be seen for some reason. A blond-haired girl of about 19 came along and asked me if there was a place that she could pee and I told her that I wanted to, also, but it was too far. We decided this was the place with large trees. I lifted my thin short blue and gold skirt, let down my white and pink trim JCP panty to my knees, squatted on the ground and let my pee out. My pee poured out of my hairless girlhood in a thin long curved stream. I was not long, but it poured out. The girl pulled down her khaki shorts and FOL white panty to her thighs, squatted like she was on a toilet, held her panty and let it gush out for almost a minute. We agreed that we were relieved. We fixed our clothes as we talked to each other and gazed at ourselves and each other. She had a nice pussy with soft blonde hair. We had to do with no toilet paper.
Another preserve that we visit, has outhouses. I tried one. I was 12. They are fun. They are nothing more than flushable porta-potties without stalls and doors. Just a partition so that we could not be seen fromt he outside. One morning when we arrived, I had to make #2. This was the only time in the morning that I could because during school we were on a time clock and I hated to make #2 at school. On those trips we carry our own toilet paper or we use paper napkins. I took a roll with me into the outhouse. Another girl named Fiona from church about 20 was already on one of the three seats. Her cut-off gray short-short jeans and black VS bikini panty were at her ankles over her sneakers. Her knees and thighs were together, but her ankles were apart. She was hunched over clutching a wad of toilet paper We spoke to each other. Fiona said, "I guess that you're here for the same thing." At which point she scrunched herself and dropped a few chunks. I said, "Yes." I took the next toilet, unzipped, unbuttoned and pulled down my navy short-shorts jeans and my JCP dark pink panty brief with white trim on the leg bands and the waist to my ankles and white sneakers and I squeezed out a soft long brown sausage. I sat on the bowl with my skinny hands clutching the toilet paper between the skinny legs of my hairless girlhood. My stomach growled a little and my stool crackled out and plopped into the bowl. Then, another three more pieces plopped down. I kept opening my legs to take a peek. I felt a little bad because I started to stink the place. I put my head in my hands because I was shamed like this, even though I was with another female that was older than me. The 20 year old said that it was alright and it was natural. She then grabbed her ????, lifted up her sneakers on her tip-toes and broke a buzzing fart and I heard some more plops. I asked her if she was alright and she said yes. "It is just these little pieces, but they are not loose." I told her that mine were soft. Then, I felt comfortable. Fiona and I sat and talked for a long time. She noticed under my yellow short-sleeved shirt that my breasts were erect. I told her that hard bowel movements or huge logs or I have to pee real bad, my nipples get hard. She said, "Little sister, you have to get a bra" and I giggled some more. No one came in. Then, we wiped ourselves from behind and dropped the paper in the bowl. When we stood up, we saw what each other did. Her bowel movement was dark chunks, like a diarreah. Mine was about 8 inches, then there were three more about 3 inches. We flushed and went out to eat and drink. She said on the way out, "We had some wicked stomachs."
Amanda: I would have found a public toilet. Was there one in that park?
Ciara
After School Special
Today after school, I went over to the twins' house so that we can hang out. As I was about to walked into the restroom, I was surprised to find Bill sitting on the toilet while reading a newspaper. I didn't smell any poop, so I assumed that he hadn't made any progress so far. Bill looked up at me and smiled, and said, "Oh, hi, Ciara! How was your day at school?"
"It was good. Um, Bill? Do you normally read while you're on the toilet?" I asked.
"Oh, not at all!" Bill replied with a chuckle. "It's just that sometimes, when I know that I'm going to be on the toilet for a long time, I need something to do while I'm on the toilet."
There was a strain in his voice at the end of his last sentence, and he then started to grunt loudly.
"Ughhhhhh. UNNNNNNNNH! AAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Wow, Bill! You're really going for it there!" I said in shock and awe.
"Oh, shit!" was Bill's only response as he kept pushing. I was then assaulted with the foul stench of poop and I knew that Bill was making a HUGE deposit! I rubbed his back comfortingly as he continued to read his newspaper while pushing out the giant log.
"UGHHHHHHH! It's almost out! Oh, shit!" he grunted. After about 20 more minutes, Bill's turd finally came out with a loud PLOP! You know that splash that people make when they jump into the pool? Well, that's exactly the sound that Bill's turd made when it splashed into the toilet. Bill sighed in relief and managed to strain out two more big logs. After he was done, he sat on the toilet for a few minutes to rest. I asked, "Exactly how much did you do, do you know?"
"See for yourself," Bill responded breathlessly as he moved forward so that I could see his finished product. I can tell you right now, for people as skinny as the twins, they sure know how to take a huge shit! Bill's first turd was at least 2 feet long and 3 inches wide, and it curled around the bowl! The other two were shorter and were almost the size of tennis balls. I said to Bill, "You and your brother can make some huge deposits for someone as skinny as you two!"
Bill grinned and said, "We eat a lot of fiber, so we tend to have huge shits!"
He stood up so that I could wipe him, and we managed to flush the mess down the toilet. As we were leaving the restroom, Tom suddenly ran inside and as soon as he sat on the toilet, explosive diarrhea started coming out of him. Now, if you all excuse me, I have to go take a huge shit now. Tom just came out of the restroom looking super relieved.
C.M.
Hello, I came to this site to tell about something that happened to me. By the way I am a 14 year old boy in high school. The other day, I was walking my dog after school. I started to really have to poop and I tried to walk faster, but we were still far from home. I was panicing and didn't know what to do. I remembered I was wearing boxer-briefs and had an idea. If I went in my pants it would catch the poop in my underwear. I relaxed and ended up pooping in them, it was a long one that would have coiled. It felt really weird as I walked. When I got home and took them off, the long turd was laying straight across and then curved up, it was about 10 inches long. I'm not sure how I feel about this whole thing. Has anyone else ever been in this type of situation?Abbie
Embarasing toilet incidant
Hi everyone, Abbie here again.
Anonymus poster with the story about the two girls weeing- I really liked your story, hope you post again soon.
Anyway, here's my latest news. The last few days I've had loads on and I know I haven't been eating properly (too much fast food and stuff) so I've been having trouble emptying my bowels. The last time I felt like I had a proper poo was about four days ago, since then for a couple of days I couldn't manage to go at all and then yesterday I tried to have a poo at school but only managed to strain out a few pebbles. By morning break today I could feel quite a strong need, my belly was feeling heavy and tight and I was getting uncomfortable. The trouble was I just couldn't find time to get to the loo during either break or lunchtime what with one thing or another, so by the time I was on the way home I was really bursting for both a wee and a poo. Luckily I knew I'd have the house to myself again as my sister was out (or so I thought!) I got back home and unlocked the door, by now my bladder was aching and I was fighting to hold a massive turd back, all the way home it had been threatening to poke out into my knickers and I'd kept sucking it back up. As I rushed up the stairs to my room I felt a slight spurt of wee go into my knickers and knew I couldn't wait much longer. I quickly stripped to my white bra and blue and purple spotty pants, now its a bit warmer I'm not wearing tights so fortunately it was just a matter of taking off my blouse and unzipping my skirt. I burst into the bathroom and then gasped in horror- there was one of my sister's friends sitting on the loo with her black leggings and blue lacy thong round her knees. I said "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise anyone else was home" before running out and going back to my room, blushing bright red. I quickly pulled some clothes on as I knew my sister would come in any minute, as I did so I lost control of my bladder for a moment and felt more wee shoot into my knickers. Sure enough seconds later my sister burst in, I was releaved that she found it quite funny and said I wasn't to know that she'd changed her plans and come back home with a friend. As she was talking to me I was standing there crossing my legs and holding myself, I told her I was absolutely bursting for the loo. Luckily at that moment I heard the toilet flush and I breathed a sigh of releaf. I waited until my sister and her friend had gone downstairs to watch telly and then went into the bathroom as fast as possible, pulling down my jeans and pants and sitting on the loo. Even as I was sitting down wee started to gush out of me and I could feel my poo starting to push out of my bum, I weed for what seemed like ages and by then part of my turd was out, but I was struggling to keep it moving as it was hard, dry and really wide. As I was pushing I shuddered with embarasement at what had just happened, it would have been bad enough if I'd been fully dressed but it was even worse as I only had my underwear on. Whats more my sisters friend was wearing a thong so she must have thought my knickers were really grim, typically I was wearing some old ones that were too small for me so I knew she must have seen I had a really bad wedgie as I turned and ran out. I carried on pushing really hard and let out some loud grunts, I was glad my sister and her friend had gone downstairs and the telly would drown out the noise. With each push I could feel the turd move slightly but it was taking ages and I was starting to get hot and bothered. I sat up straight, went up on my toes, pulled my bum cheeks apart and did a few massive pushes with equally massive grunts, that seemed to do the trick as shortly after a huge log plopped into the bowl. I pushed out a few more pieces which luckily didn't take so much effort and then I took some toilet roll and wiped my bum. I took off my rather damp pants and put my jeans back on, then flushed and washed my hands. Back in my room I put on some clean underwear and then went to lie down on my bed to recover, my bumhole felt quite sore and I'd noticed some blood on the paper. Hope you enjoyed this, will post again soon, bye for now!
Saturday, April 02, 2011
Althea
College Dude: Use a real toilet, not a trash can.
Amylee: I keep saying them stuck-up girls are the ones who shit the loudest and stink the most. I went through school with them and worked with them. I had one in an airport when I was little. See my earliest posts. The place was spinning around on me as I was making watery diarreah. I had stomach cramps and I was dizzy. You never know where you catch it. So, you have wash your hands frequently and clean off all work surfaces and equipment with rubbing alcohol.
Jessica: I was never constipated when I was your age. Eat a clean diet. Before I reformed, I are a lot of junk food for years. In high school, I ate decently at home. We cooked good, but for taste and not nutrition. It was good that you took a sensible approach to the bathroom at school and that the nurse helped you out. Drink lots of water daily and start with a cup of hot water or tea with lemon-no sugar. Do this daily and your troubles will be over. Your bowel movements will be easy. Water is always an excellent lubricant. To protect myself otherwise, I ingest 2 tablespoons of olive oil for the antioxidantal properties and it lubricates my digestive tract.Upstate Dave
Hitch Hikeing Trip Part 5
When we got back from our afternoon bike ride I volunteered to do the cooking for a bbq style supper. I cooked up burgers and hotdogs on the grill and I had a nice cold brew as I cooked on the grill. Collean and Morean made up salads and corn on the cob. We all enjoyed the meal very much.
After eating we remained outsideat the picnic table playing cards,talking, the girls drinking wine and I beer. Collean left early and went inside for she was tired out at least that what she said to Morean and I. Tomorrow Collean and I did have planned to ride bikes to the cape so that might have been another reason for her to head to bed early.
Morean and I went on playing cards. Morean did have to work tomorrow but she said to me she would stay up. She gabe me a big smile right after she had said that to me too! I smiled back at her knowing possibly what she had implied saying those words to me. A little while later our card game ended which Morean had won I told her I needed to take a break which I told her I had to go see a man about a horse!
Morean laughed a hard short laugh and she got up as I got up from the table. Here let me help the horsey go! Moreen said to me. This mare has to go to so you can help me too! Are you going inside to go Morean? I asked. No I'm not! she said right back to me. There's no one around to see us here Dave! I go outside anywhere since I'm alone here! I smiled with a big smile and I walked around the table where Morean was standing and waiting.
As I stepped up to Morean she reached right over and she slid the metal button on my cutoff shorts through its button hole. As I took my last step towards her I also had reached over and I popped the snap on her shorts. Then together we pulled each others zippers down. Then together we pulled each others shorst down. Then Morean giggled just a little and she said to me; Why not get completely undressed befor we piss? I chuckled and said right back to Morean; Sure why not!
So what we did was that we both kicked off our pairs of cut off shorts firstgetting them out of our way. Then I let Morean take off my tshirt and I took her tank top off. Now we were naked. Morean sat back down on the picnic tables bench and patted it with her hand telling me to sit right here! So I did just that. Now siting next to her Morean grabed my penis and held it. I looked over and down between Moreans wide open thighs to watch her piss. We both now were ready to piss.
Morean started pissing. This time not like when we had pissed with Morean takeing a shit too together when we were bike rideing Morean started to piss very hard instead of weakly. With her pissing hard right at the start of her piss her piss blasted rght through her pubic hair pushing it out of the way.
Her piss stream moved forward down on the dirt on the ground going very quickly forward makeing a dark brown colored trail in the dirt. In just a few short seconds her piss traveled over the dirt on the ground a good three feet or more! Also what her piss stream did was hiss very loudly! :-) After I would have to say close to ten seconds Morean said to me; Dave when are you going to start to piss?
I hadn't started yet and I for some reason hadn't but I did really have to. I now gave a slight push to get started. It worked. I started which I started just like Morean had started her piss. I started weakly with just a very short arced stream wetting the dirt on the ground just past my bare feet. Then as my stream got harder my piss stream made a longer arc which made a second piss trail in the dirt.
Morean let out a slight giggle once my piss strewams trail in the dirt pased where her stream had stopped. Now that's more like it Morean said to me then. Yeah it does fel better I said back to her. In a few short seconds my pis was well passed where her piss was wetting the dirt. MY stream reached its maximum distance which was close to seven feet out in front of me.
At this point as far as Moreans piss the hard packed dirt we both were wetting with piss couldn't soak up another drop of her piss. So a puddle formed and her piss now splashed in the growing puddle along with patches of muddy colored piss foam. Where my piss wetted the dirt it seemed to soak more of my piss up so I didn't have a puddle form.
Morean pissed for a good long several seconds more and then ever so slowly her stream lost its force and started creeping back. Also the loud hissing slowly faded out too. Her stream became straight down without hissing any more and Morean had a second small piss puddle form where her piss had made its sraight down stream. Then she came to a dripping stop with piss now dripping off her wet pubic hair.
MOrean nw looked down for just a moment watching her issdrip off her pubic hair. Then she looked back up and said to me; I'm done! I said back to her; I see that. Morean then watched me piss again which I did piss for some time more. I did trail off like she had done. Instaed I pushed keeping my stream going way out and I came to a clean stop. Morean still gave me a couple of shakes after I had stopped.
Then we both got up and walked over to the other side of the picinic table and sat back down with Morean siting in my lap. We played one more game of cards. Then after we did play the last game we got up and Morean ran towards the house with me chaseing her and I spent the night with her. We would get up together too in the morning. To be continuioed.
Slow-Shittin' Sammi
Weekend away with Mom
Last weekend my Mom took me on a mother-daughter trip to a much larger city about four hours from where we live. We rarely get to spend time together because my family almost never goes on a vacation. That's because my dad manages a gas station and convenience story and almost always is short of employees. Mom runs a day care out of our house and the house is full of kids from as early as 6 a.m. to sometimes 8 p.m. when the last child is picked up. Any traveling has to be done on the weekend. Well, Mom was happy on how I have gotten my grades up to almost a 4.0 and how I'm helping out more with her business. She's especially tough on me getting good grades because she didn't try in high school and flunked out of college, something she blames for the type of work she has to do and how hard she has to work. Another reason for the trip was for her to visit an old high school friend that she reunited with at their 30th high school reunion last summer. This friend Kiki had some serious surgery recently and is not yet able to leave her home. Mom also wanted to treat me to a concert by a group she said is the best band of all time. So I was looking forward to the two day trip.
I woke up at 3 a.m. Saturday morning, was already packed, and Dad was out in the car waiting for us to bring our luggage down. Mom was coming out of the bathroom when I walked by and I could smell that she had just taken her shit. As always, she had tried to spray the smell away ... like I said, she tried. "Go to the bathroom now before we leave," she ordered of me. Dad hollered upstairs once again and she yelled down "Sammi's still got to go to the bathroom." Then I heard him start to shout something amazingly sarcastic about there being hundreds of toilets at the airport, but then his voice trialed off. I pretty much knew what he was saying. Mom's a great person who really cares for us, works hard with her business, but she's got this idea that public bathrooms can only be used in dire emergencies. She's always been that way about planning ahead. She's great at it; I'm not. Since Mom was on the stairs and I was excited about leaving, I walked into the bathroom, flicked the flusher, turned the faucet on for a couple of seconds, and ran down the stairs with my bag.
The airport is at the other end of our city. Normally, the drives about an hour, but at 3:30 a.m. Dad was making good time, really good time since there was no traffic. About halfway through the ride, I started to get that feeling that I had to pee. I had drank two Mountain Dews late before going to bed and now I was going to be paying for it. I knew Mom would rag on me for defying her by not going at home and that if I didn't directly admit to the deception, I would at least get the lecture about staying on the toilet until I was "totally drained." I heard that hundreds of times when I was younger and Mom even set a 5 minute rule. That means I couldn't get off the toilet for 5 minutes so that I would learn to take my time and finish the job. Some of my friends thought that was stupid, and I remember Jayme, my best friend in junior high, mimmicking Mom mouthing the rule and with her finger signs on her right hand, Jayme was so realistic that I'd try to lean off the stool and smack her.
I started to plan my story that would allow me to duck away from Mom for the amount of time to do my pee. Would I want to go up on the observation deck and try and see our plane? Would I want to go to the newsstand to find a magazine to read? I even thought about faking a leg spasm that would require me to walk it off. We finally arrived at Terminal R and Dad quickly unloaded the trunk. We had only about a half hour before boarding time and the pain was increasing between my legs. Mom's a fast walker and just trying to keep up with her as we rolled our luggage caused my bladder to be more unsettled. Down the hall, I saw the long, snaking line of probably a hundred or more people going through security screening. I started to think faster before we went around the first rope and got caught up in the line. I saw a neon restroom sign flashing at the other side of the terminal and I quickly uprighted my luggage and told Mom to watch it and that I would be right back. Since there was a larger number of people coming in from several doors, I was hopeful that I would get lost from Mom's sight in the crowd.
It was amazing the number of people I had to maneuver around. It was so much worse than the freshman wing of my high school and in a couple of cases I had to sprint over larger bags that were stacked near the luggage transportation pulley. Such activity convinced me it was just a matter of time before I burst my bladder all lover. The entrance to the ladies room was big and I had to go around two concrete walls, but then I entered a room with probably 30 or 40 stalls. The first one on my right caught my eye. The seat was down, I slammed the silver door shut but without taking time to latch it, and I pulled my jeans down so fast that I ripped the top button off. My yellow panties were yank- lowered from my seated position on the seat and the top elastic got only a couple splashes of pee. The deluge started immediately, as did the relief to my pain. I eyed where the button had rolled, reached down and slid it over so carefully so as not to move my butt off the seat. I stuffed the button in my right pocket and touched my belt, thinking how thankful that I had put it on. (I don't always wear it). My stream went longer than two minutes, and as I sat into the second minute I started to run possible stories through my mind that I could tell Mom.
Getting back to Mom was the utmost thing on my mind. I stood righted my underwear and jeans, opened the door and practically had to walk around an old, stern-looking lady who asked "What did you forget, young lady?" Being in the foul mood that I was, I just walked away without saying anything, although I was thinking that I should have lifted the seat and perhaps she would have not noticed it and fallen in. (I'm mean, I know!). I bypassed the room with the sinks and the exit and headed through the entrance doorway. I momentarily lost my way in the crowd and then I heard "Samanta Suzanna" and immediately recognized my Dad's voice. I quickly turned and there was Dad holding my red phone. He had found it on the car seat. I told him I was so happy he had brought it in. As always, he made a joke out of it and he knew I was deceiving my Mom by having to use the bathroom. I started to tell him I was sorry, but he put me at ease by saying he was headed into the bathroom. He said something about it's the only time he can enjoy a good full crap, because at the station/store, when the buzzer goes off he has to quickly get out there or shoplifters will help themselves.
When I got back into line and was explaining to Mom what Dad said, I got to thinking about how that would so-suck. Having your pee or shit interrupted by a customer coming in. Then I remembered how Dad has said he wants me to start working in the store later this year.
Klokke, I have noticed that women do poop on the porcelain. No idea why.
Kate, the soccer mom
My Recent Accident
Hi everyone!
As per my post from a few days ago, I had mentioned that I had a diarrhea accident in my pants on my way to work last week on Thursday, March 24th…
I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I was getting ready for work that morning. I was in between periods, so I knew it wasn't that. I tried using the toilet a few times before we left, but I could only push out a bit from my bowels. I drove Chelsi and her friend Ashley to school early that day as they had an indoor soccer practice to get ready for their up and coming season. Ashley is the one who had diarrhea in her pants three times when she stayed with us for a weekend recently.
I headed to work after I dropped them off at school. The cramps started to intensify and I knew that I would need to get to a toilet soon, or I would have an accident. I could also tell that I was having diarrhea. I normally drive through a residential area, so there was no place for me to stop to find a toilet. I had to clench my butt cheeks and hope for the best. I was stopped at a red light when my bowels cramped up really bad. A rush of wet diarrhea was needing out and I was doing my best to keep from messing my light blue and white polka dotted full cut bikini panties. I could feel myself start to sweat as I tried holding it back. The light turned green and when I hit the gas pedal I accidentally let go of my bowels just enough for some diarrhea to escape into my panties. I was able to clamp my butt cheeks shut but it was really difficult with having to drive to my office.
I parked my car at my office and turned it off. I really had to go badly now and felt that if I moved, I would have a massive accident in my pants. The cramps settled down slightly, so I picked this moment to get upstairs to the ladies room. But as soon as I put one leg out of my car, my butt cheeks opened up and I started going again. I quickly got out of my car and clamped my butt cheeks shut again. The damage was done and I could feel it. The crotch and bum area of my panties were soiled, but I still needed to go. I quickly got over to the elevator and after a few minutes it came. I got upstairs and started going in my pants again as I dashed into the ladies room. Luckily the ladies room was empty, so I ran into the first stall I saw while still losing diarrhea into my panties. I ripped down my black dress pants and carefully pulled down my full cut bikini's and sat on the toilet to let everything out. As I was going, I looked down at the mess in my panties and it was pretty severe. I tried wiping them out with toilet paper as much as I could, but I didn't do a very good job. I checked my purse for a clean pair of panties and found that I had none in my purse with me that day. My heart sank. When I was finally done going on the toilet, I wiped my bum as clean as I could and pulled up my panties and pants. I washed my hands and left the ladies room to head back down to my car to check for a clean pair of panties to change into.
I got back down to my car and checked my emergency kit. My heart sank again as I had used up the last pair of panties and forgotten to restock my emergency kit. There were a few maxi pads and a few Pull Ups and Goodnights for Chelsi, but nothing else. My bowels started cramping up again and another wave of diarrhea rushed out of me and into my panties. I decided that it would be best to go home and call in sick for the day. I grabbed a fabric shopping bag to sit on from the trunk of my car and placed it on my driver's seat. Right then my boss drove up and parked beside me. She got out of her car and said "Hey, how are you?" I said, "I'm really sorry, but I'm not feeling well. I'm sick and I need to go home." She said, "Oh, okay. I hope you feel better." I said "Thanks" and carefully got into my car. By now my panties were heavily filled with diarrhea. I sat down very carefully and tried not to make the mess any worse, but it was no use. As soon as I sat down, the mess in my panties bubbled and spread out everywhere. It was such a gross and sick feeling. I mean, the mess went everywhere… up my front, up my back, down my legs… everywhere!
I got home and went directly to our on-suite bathroom to get cleaned up, which took forever. I rinsed out my panties and dress pants in the bathtub and threw them in the washing machine. My black dress pants were fine, but my blue and white polka dotted full cut bikini panties were stained really badly. I decided to keep them to wear during my periods or in case I wasn't feeling well on another day. I had a few more accidents on Thursday from not being able to make it to the toilet on time. I called in sick on Friday as well.
By the way, my nine year old daughter Chelsi had an episode of diarrhea of her own yesterday (March 30th). She was wearing regular pink bikini panties and had an accident in them and her jeans just after lunch. She tried holding it, but could not quite make it to the girl's room in time. I picked her and Ashley up from school and they were both rather quiet. We dropped off Ashley and I asked Chelsi how her day was. She started crying and said that she had gotten sick with diarrhea in her pants and had been sitting in it all afternoon. She cried the whole way home and I kept saying, "Its okay honey, don't worry about it." When we got home, I noticed that she had tied her sweater around her waist. Poor kid. She had been doing so well for the past several months and was going without having to wear Pull Ups. She was feeling better today, but she really wanted to stay home. I think she was more embarrassed than anything. I told her that I thought she should wear a Pull Up in case she was sick again, but I did not force it on her. She went with her regular panties to school today. I gave her an extra pair to put in her bag just in case. So far, so good… I haven't heard from her school yet today, so I am hoping that she is doing fine. If anything comes up, I will be sure to share!
Thanks,
Kate, the soccer mom
Bed-wetters should avoid public napping.
Im currently at a library doing research for a paper I'm doing. I got some of the books and journals that I'm going to use and am sitting in a comfortable lounge area with my laptop, where there are comfortable cushioned chairs and ottomans and such. A lot of people like to nap in this area since its comfortable and the ottomans make it possible to sort of lay down. Well about 5 minutes ago, a young woman in about her mid 20's (straight brown hair about shoulder-blade length, slim, Caucasian, short sleeved tan shirt and blue jeans) woke up from a nap that she'd been taking for a pretty significant amount of time -she had been there since I sat down and this happened a good while after I sat down- and she seemed very agitated and uncomfortable. She kept shuffling around in her seat and looking around anxiously, and rifling through her bag. She eventually pulled a small black sweater out of her bag and leaned forward in the chair and shoved it behind her back. She looked like she was trying to tie it around her waist but I didn't know why she wasn't getting up to do it which would be much easier. she finished and she grabbed her bag and then looked all around the area at everyone sitting there. I did my best to glance back at my computer while she did this so she wouldn't notice me watching her from my periphery. Then she quickly got up from her seat, and before she was able to pull the sweater down to cover her butt, I could clearly see that the seat of her jeans had a massive dark, wet stain covering most of her butt and the backs of her thighs. She pulled the sweater down over it and rushed out of the library very quickly. A couple other people seemed to notice as they looked around at each other with expressions of incredulity. There was also a very large wet stain left on the chair where she was sitting, and the unmistakable aroma of urine lingered in the air. I couldn't believe a girl was napping in the library and wet her pants. That has to be one of the rudest awakenings imaginable! Waking up in a public place and seeing a significant amount of strangers around, then realizing that you've peed in your pants while sleeping! What a site to see, I had to take a break from my work to share. That poor girl…I've been left to wonder if it was a freak accident for her or if she is chronic bed wetter. If the latter is true, then perhaps she should avoid napping in public! I must get back to my research now.Abbie
Embarasing toilet incidant
Hi everyone, Abbie here again.
Anonymus poster with the story about the two girls weeing- I really liked your story, hope you post again soon.
Anyway, here's my latest news. The last few days I've had loads on and I know I haven't been eating properly (too much fast food and stuff) so I've been having trouble emptying my bowels. The last time I felt like I had a proper poo was about four days ago, since then for a couple of days I couldn't manage to go at all and then yesterday I tried to have a poo at school but only managed to strain out a few pebbles. By morning break today I could feel quite a strong need, my belly was feeling heavy and tight and I was getting uncomfortable. The trouble was I just couldn't find time to get to the loo during either break or lunchtime what with one thing or another, so by the time I was on the way home I was really bursting for both a wee and a poo. Luckily I knew I'd have the house to myself again as my sister was out (or so I thought!) I got back home and unlocked the door, by now my bladder was aching and I was fighting to hold a massive turd back, all the way home it had been threatening to poke out into my knickers and I'd kept sucking it back up. As I rushed up the stairs to my room I felt a slight spurt of wee go into my knickers and knew I couldn't wait much longer. I quickly stripped to my white bra and blue and purple spotty pants, now its a bit warmer I'm not wearing tights so fortunately it was just a matter of taking off my blouse and unzipping my skirt. I burst into the bathroom and then gasped in horror- there was one of my sister's friends sitting on the loo with her black leggings and blue lacy thong round her knees. I said "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise anyone else was home" before running out and going back to my room, blushing bright red. I quickly pulled some clothes on as I knew my sister would come in any minute, as I did so I lost control of my bladder for a moment and felt more wee shoot into my knickers. Sure enough seconds later my sister burst in, I was releaved that she found it quite funny and said I wasn't to know that she'd changed her plans and come back home with a friend. As she was talking to me I was standing there crossing my legs and holding myself, I told her I was absolutely bursting for the loo. Luckily at that moment I heard the toilet flush and I breathed a sigh of releaf. I waited until my sister and her friend had gone downstairs to watch telly and then went into the bathroom as fast as possible, pulling down my jeans and pants and sitting on the loo. Even as I was sitting down wee started to gush out of me and I could feel my poo starting to push out of my bum, I weed for what seemed like ages and by then part of my turd was out, but I was struggling to keep it moving as it was hard, dry and really wide. As I was pushing I shuddered with embarasement at what had just happened, it would have been bad enough if I'd been fully dressed but it was even worse as I only had my underwear on. Whats more my sisters friend was wearing a thong so she must have thought my knickers were really grim, typically I was wearing some old ones that were too small for me so I knew she must have seen I had a really bad wedgie as I turned and ran out. I carried on pushing really hard and let out some loud grunts, I was glad my sister and her friend had gone downstairs and the telly would drown out the noise. With each push I could feel the turd move slightly but it was taking ages and I was starting to get hot and bothered. I sat up straight, went up on my toes, pulled my bum cheeks apart and did a few massive pushes with equally massive grunts, that seemed to do the trick as shortly after a huge log plopped into the bowl. I pushed out a few more pieces which luckily didn't take so much effort and then I took some toilet roll and wiped my bum. I took off my rather damp pants and put my jeans back on, then flushed and washed my hands. Back in my room I put on some clean underwear and then went to lie down on my bed to recover, my bumhole felt quite sore and I'd noticed some blood on the paper. Hope you enjoyed this, will post again soon, bye for now!
new guy
comments & stuff
To: Amanda first welcome to the site and great story about the big dumps you and your mom took and please share more stories like that thanks.
To: Sediqua another great peeing story and hearing that other girl pooping and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Anny great story about that big dump you took I bet felt really good after getting cleaned out like that and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Just Wondering thats a good question I wonder that to I dont have an answer maybe its one of those mysteries.
To: Crystal man I bet you felt alot better after that monster dump and at least your mom ws there to help you out and it might be a good idea to eat some foods that make it easier for you to poop like fruits and other stuff and please post more stories thanks.
To: Upstate Dave as always anothergreat story about seeing your friend Barbie poop and I just want to say your like the king of this site youve been here the longest and have some of the best stories and your really good at giving details when ever I read one of your stories I can just picture everything happening as if I was righ there and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
Wel thats all for now.
Sincerly new guy
PS. I love this site
Stephanie
My First Accident
So Amanda V asked for stories of my past accidents and how I got into doing it on purpose, so here goes... a story of the first accident I can remember after I was old enough for them to not happen.
I was 13 years old at the time. It was summer, not long before school started back in, and I was going to be in 8th grade. One of my best friends lived one house over from us in our neighborhood and she had a birthday party, also turning 13, and a lot of our friends were over. It was a girls only party and since she had a pool it was a pool party. We had done fun and games and food and swimming and playing around and all but a few of the other girls had already been picked up and gone home. There were only a few of us in the pool still swimming. I felt a little pressure in my abdomen and knew I needed to poop soon, but I was having fun and didn't want to leave so I held it. Soon the pressure got stronger and I had to move into the shallower end where I could stand with my back to the side of the pool and cross my legs and squeeze to hold a strong urge. I tried to act like nothing was wrong. Once the urge passed I went back to playing. I had to repeat this process more than a few times - go to where I could stand and cross my legs, then go play again - over the next maybe hour. But each time it got worse and harder and harder to hold it.
By then there were only four girls in the pool still with me and a couple of mom's out talking on the deck. I got another really strong urge and went back toward the shallow end as I had been. But getting to the shallow end took a little bit of kicking and swimming and as I kicked my way over I could feel my anus start to open and my bowels begin to push once more. I started to panic a little and kicked harder to the side and felt my heart start racing and my skin blush. As I got near the edge the poop began to push downward and spread my anus open and start to slide out. I remember pleading in my head to please not let this happen. By the time I got to the edge of the pool I was turtle heading big time and I could feel the tip of a large, very firm poo holding my anus open and hanging just outside of the opening, not quite yet touching my bikini bottom.
I grabbed the edge of the pool, turned myself around, crossed my legs, squeezed my muscles shut as hard as I could. But when I did so I broke off the tip of the poo that was hanging out and it stayed in my bikini - it felt like about two inches, big enough to feel its presence very clearly and suddenly be very scared it might show. I fought back the pushing for a few seconds, keeping the rest of the poop inside, and regained control. But now my mind was in a panic and I was embarrassed to be there in the pool with part of a turd in my bikini. I decided I better leave and go home fast before it got worse.
I said I needed to go home now and said goodbye and carefully climbed out of the pool, keeping my butt away from everyone as much as possible and quickly wrapped my towel around me and dried off a little bit. I tossed on my flip flops, said goodbye again, and started walking back home, one house over. As soon as I started walking the urge to go came back just as strong. I tried walking and squeezing my butt muscles at the same time, but it was really hard to walk that way and no doubt I looked stupid. I didn't care, though. I knew I didn't have much time at all.
I went out the gate to my friend's fence, turned right and hobbled towards my house, cutting through the grass, not even going to the sidewalk. My house was only a minute away, but my body decided I didn't have a minute left. As I got into my yard and started towards the door my body gave a mighty push. I stopped in my tracks and crossed my legs but I couldn't help but bend forward slightly and grab my stomach. I knew at that second I was too late, I had held it too long. I felt dizzy and hot and my whole body tingled. I still had the towel wrapped around my waist so nobody could see anything happening underneath, but in an instant my butt opened and the giant firm turd just pushed out steadily into my bikini, bulging it down. It was so firm I had to push really hard and uncross my legs to make room for all of it to come out. I also became aware that I was peeing, urine splashing down my legs onto the grass from under the towel.
It must have only taken 30 seconds at most start to finish, but it felt like an eternity standing there, filling and wetting my bikini. When I realized I was done I managed to stagger to my front door, waddling due to the giant load of poo in my bikini. I went inside, my mom saw me from the kitchen and asked if I had fun. I mumbled, "Yeah, I did." I kept waddling around the corner to my bathroom. I locked the door, slowly unwrapped the towel, and turned my back to the mirror to see how bad it was. My bikini - it was hot pink with white swirls on it - did not show any brown marks, but the bulge was the size of a grapefruit. It was extremely obvious I had taken a major dump in my bikini!
I carefully lowered it down and dumped it into the toilet and flushed. It wouldn't go down with the first flush. I broke it into chunks with the plunger and the second flush worked. I turned on the shower, washed off and rinsed out my bikini bottoms. Thankfully the poo was so firm it didn't really leave a stain in the already wet bikini or really make much of a mess on my butt. Once I had showered I realized that I had no other clothes in the bathroom with me. I left my swimsuit drying, wrapped the towel tight around me, and dashed down the hall to my room, where I locked the door, put on clean clothes, and laid down in bed and quietly cried for a few minutes. I was 13. I hadn't pooped my pants since I was 5 or 6. It wasn't supposed to happen. I kept reliving the whole experience over and over in my head for the rest of the day and following day and weeks, even. Slowly it left my mind and I recovered, but not enough to be able to permanently keep myself from having more accidents later in life...
Stephanie
Upstate Dave
Hitch Hikeing Trip Part 4
Collean's sister was very happy to see us when she answered the door. After the intail greetings we all sat in her kitchen and the three of us filled in each other what we had been up to. Colleans sister had asked me if Iwas still single and I told her I was. She also asked me if I was still living in our big house and I tod her that I wasn't. I was out on my own.
Morean theen laughed and she told me that she always had a good time in my old house. I laughed after she said that to me. I told her that we did! (future post I'll tell about with her) Well any way we talked long enough it became lunch time and we had lunch which Collean and I were famished and we rewally ate a big lunch.
Then Collean and I after eating needed to shower so we both ot together took showers. Then after getting cleaned up the three of us took a bikerde which Moreane showed Collean and I the near by area around Moreans neighborhood. While out rideing she also told us which way to go to get over to Cape Cod.
After rideing around for over two hours we were on our way back to the house. I neededto piss now and quite badly too. So I toold both girls if they didn't mind if I made a brief stop. Morean laughed and said to me; Need to take a piss Dave? I laughed and said right back to Morean; In fact I do! I got off my bike and so did Morean! She had a big smile too on her face as she walked right beside me off the side of the road.
Collean didn't have to piss so she stayed with the bikes. Collean did say to her sister as we had just started to walk into the brush along side the road; Morean make sure you just piss! Nothing else! Morean laughed hard and we walked deeper int the brush. She and I wound up walking pretty far into the brush which I wouldhave guessed better then 100 feet off the road. Well out of sight from the road and Collean.
We did find a clearing now and we stopped. Morean was wearing a blue tank top with a pair of old jeans that she had made into a pair of shorts. I was wearing a tshirt and cutoff jean shorts too. Morean is a brunete which she wore her hair now short. She had bigger breasts then Collean along with a nice full looking ass. (Morean and I had seen each other several times pissing and shiting along with doing other things together too.
Moreen said to me as we stood there; Dave let me help you while you go. I smiled and said to Morewan; Help yourself! She reached right for my zipper and yanked it down fast and hard. She started sliping her fingers into my open zipper Morean let out a short hard giggle. Then she said to me; Dave your not weariung underware! Her fingers were on my penis now and sh now pulled it out from my shorts.
Then she let go of it for a moment and she undid the single metal buton on my shorts and pulled them down over my hips and let go of them. My cutoff shorts slipped down around my ankles and snealers. Now Morean befor she reached down to hold me she told me to pull her shorts down. So I reached over unzipped them and popped the snap on them and I pulled her shorts down.
Then Morean told me that she had to shit too. But I'll take care of you first and lets have a smoke too! So we both lit a cigarette and then Morean reached own with her hand and held my penis. I started to piss very hard for I did have to go and I had been holding it all this time.
I set a very long curving arced piss stream with a long twist in it several feet out in front of us. Morean giggled a slight giggle seing how far my piss stream was going. She said to me; Dave you haven't changed at all! I smiled and said back to her; Oh you do remember Morean. Yes I do! she said back to me. I remember something else too! I laughed a short hard laugh at that remark!
Since I did have to really piss I took a good long piss. After about 30 seconds time Morean started letting out a series of farts that were short phffits sounding farts. Morean gigled a little as she farted. Then she said to me; Dave I've got to shit. When are you going to stop pissing? I can't wait to the end. I'll shit befor you do! I said to Morean; Wait just a little mor Morean I'll be ending here in a moment or two. Morean let out a louder longer fart. Dave I CAN"T WAIT!
So I cut my stream right off. As soon as I did stop pissing Morean let go of my penis and squated right down right where she was. I turned around to face her. Morean was not in a low sqaut. Her ass was pretty high off the ground. Morean also had her feet well apart so her thighs were wide open. Moreans vagina was in full view to me. Now Morean had a big patch of dark brown pubic hair that surrounded her vagina. Above it below it and on both sides of it too.
Morean was starting to shit too as soon as she squated down. I knew if too for I saw the tip of it under her as soon as I had turned around to face her. Her shits tip was a pointed dark brown that was about a half inch diameter and about three inches long. Then it widened right out to being about the diameter of a soda can. Her shit was smooth looking too.
Then as I watched Moreen shit she started pissing but weakly. Herr piss wetted the pubic hair that was out in front of her vagina which it matted down when it was wetted with her piss. She piss weakly for several seconds. then her stream picked up its force. By this time too her shit was over six inches in length and was slideing along getting longer and it still had several long inches to go before its front skinny tip would reach the ground under her.
The sevral seconds passed. Her shit had reached the ground and the skinny front tip bent and broke off from the remainng much bigger partof her shit. Moreans piss stream being now much harder hissed loudly and the sand that was on the grund had been wetted enough a small piss puddle had formed in it and her piss was splashing softly.
We both now also had taken a drag on our cigarettes and Morean sad to me; See Dave I did have to go. I see that! I said back to her. Moreans shit was now bending making it curve in a arc between her ass and where it had hit the ground. To tell you the truth I had forgotten that Morean did at times take really big shits! I went and said to her about this too right then. Morean laughed too after I had mentioned it.
The bend in her shit got to be more and I saw it crack about half way up it. The crack widened and then her shit broke with the lower section falling over on the ground with a slight flump. I told Morean her shit had just broke. The other part went on and got longer which it did getting about four inches longer and then it fell and landed on the ground with a little ouder flump. That was it Mrean was done shiting but she went on pissing.
Morean pissed for a liite while longer which her stream weakened. Its hissing stopped,her stream straightened out, and she finished pissing by pissing all over her shit that laid on the ground under her ass. Morean having all that pubic hair around her vagina waited for it to stop dripping piss from it which it did. Then she stood up.
Morean now standing up with her shorts down around her ankles said to me as she reached down to take my penis in her hand again; Now Dave you can finish your piss now! Moreen managed without triping over her shorts stepped around and faced the same way as I was. She did laugh as she saw her shit there on the ground now. I did do a pretty good one Dave! Didn't I? I chuckled and told her she sure had.
I again started now to finish my piss. Agaiun my piss stream made a nice lkong low arc through the air comming down well out in front of us. I wound up pissing as long as the first time I had pissed. That made Morean giggle a little too once my stream had stopped and I had done the first of three finishing off spurts that I would do to finish my piss.
After the last finishing spurt Morean made sure that I was done for she did shake my penis hard. Then she let go reached down and pulled her cutoff shorts partway up. She reached into a back pocket of her shorts and pulled out some tissues from it. She lket go of her shorts and they fell back down arond her feet again. Morean then used a couple of tissues to wipe her ass first, dropped them on the ground after wipeing her ass. Then she took the last one and just gave her vagina a quick dabbing and dropped that tissue on the ground with the other two that she had used.
Then she reached over and pulled up y shorts to my hips and zipped them up and took care of the metal button. Then I did the same with her cutoff shorts. I pulled them up, zipped the zipper up, and snapped the snap. Then we started walking back towards the road to the bikes and Collean. On the walk back Morean asked me who was I going to be with tonight. I laughed hard. I left it by saying to her; You'll just have to wait to find out. I'm going to be with both of you I said last to her. We both laughed hard together. To be continuied
Thursday, March 31, 2011