Karen
Has Sasquatch Been Here? :-)
This is a camping story from a couple years back. About seven of us went camping/hiking for a week and made base camp on the sandy shore of a creek. Beans/hotdogs/canned fruit and hearty breakfasts were the normal fare. I couldn't "go" for over three days what with being in strange surroundings and little privacy because of my companion, well, all of that bulky food and plenty of it had to come out of me sooner or later and the morning of the fourth day, it did, with a vengeance! I was the first one up like at around 4 because needless to say my stomach wasn't feeling so great with all that inside me, I made the coffee and in the middle of my first cup I got the "urge" really badly. Long story short, I emptied my bowels right near the edge of the water on the sandy soil of the creek while it was still dark out. As the day began to break I brushed over my tracks leading to and from my huge pile and got rid of the t.p. i'd used. After the others had awoken and began to notice my deposit they remarked and laughed about the sheer size of it and I pretended to be every bit as surprised as everyone else. It was like a big brown mountain with a pointed peak on top like an icecream cone. The topic of the Sasquatch and bears came up.Michelle (Formally M.S)
'Paula Radcliffe moment' & Comment to Dan and Angelica
I went out for a jog last night and as I was running I felt a strong urge to poo. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold it in especially while I ran so I decided to have a 'Paula Radcliffe moment' and stop by the side of the road and poo. As it was fairly dark I was able to find a dark spot where one of the street lights weren't on as it had been switch off while they replaced it with a new one. I looked around to make sure no one was looking and as I wanted to do it like Paula Radcliffe I decided to pull my knickers and shorts to one side rather than to take them off. I squatted by the side of the road and let out a long loud fart and felt my anus begin to open forcing a turd emerge which soon dropped onto the road. I still felt more in there so I gave a push and let out three more average size turds followed by a little bit of mushy stuff at the end. Once I knew I was finished I tried to look at my creation but it was too dark to I see anything which was disappointing but I was still able to smell it and I can honestly say that it is one of the smelliest poos I have ever done. As the poo was quite messy my bum was caked in poo but I had nothing to wipe with so I altered my shorts and knickers so they are in the correct position and continued my jog feeling very relieved. It felt sticky between my bumcheeks and by the time I got home my knickers had stuck to my anus and they had a huge skid mark right across the seat of them and I wondered if it would have easier just to have loaded my knickers but the experience of having a 'Paula Radcliffe moment' was out of this world. I wiped my bum for ages but I had to throw my knickers away as they were beyond saving.
I wonder if Paula Radcliffe had to throw her running shorts out after her incident as her messy bum must have been rubbing against her shorts pretty badly as she ran the rest of the marathon.
To Dan
Hi, I'm glad you like my posts and I'm thrilled that I am one of your favourite posters; it really means a lot. I enjoy your posts and if you have more surveys I am willing to answer them.
To Angelica
Hi, I liked you story about using "Dock leaves for wet wipes" as I have been in that situated many times and I know how quickly a fart can turn from dry to wet and then into diarrhea. I have been caught short loads of times and it will happen again in the future so I will use yours and Aimee's tip and use dock leaves if possible as toilet paper/wet wipe.
xxxBYExxx
Aimee
Caught Short
Hello again, everyone! Glad you remembered about me using dock leaves as toilet-paper when you needed to poo outdoors, Angelica. From what you've said, it looks like you'll be doing it again.
Anyway, this happened to me today, on the way to school. On schooldays, I always meet Katie, a classmate of mine, on my way to the bus stop and we catch the bus to the stop nearest to where our school is. However, today, the bus broke down halfway there - typical - so Katie and I got off and started walking. Now, there were some woods near to where the bus broke down and Katie said we could cut through in order to get to school. So, we started walking through the woods. The woods were pretty wild and we had to push quite a few brambles out of the way in order to get through. After about ten minutes of walking through the woods, I could see the edge of the school playing fields up ahead. It was then that Katie stopped and said to me, "Aimee. I need the toilet. And I don't think I can hold on until I get to school." I asked her what she needed to do and it was pretty obvious that she needed to do a poo. Where we had stopped was not exactly an ideal place to do a poo and I looked around for somewhere more suitable. I asked Katie if she was sure she couldn't wait until she got to school and she said, "I can feel it trying to come out." It was then that I noticed a tree that had fallen down and suggested she used that as a makeshift toilet. Katie hesitated a little and went over to it. I checked to make sure no-one was coming and watched as Katie pulled her trousers and knickers down. She perched herself on the fallen tree and put a hand down either side of herself so that she didn't fall off, as her feet were dangling slightly. Seeing her sitting there made me want to go and I asked Katie if she minded me joining her. She seemed a little unsure at first, but then agreed. I pulled down my trousers and knickers and sat down beside her. I think it was the first time she had been to the toilet in front of someone because she was a little bit hesitant about pushing. When she saw me pushing, she took a sneaky peek behind me. When I heard her say, "Flipping heck!" I asked her what was wrong. She told me that she had seen the size of the lump of poo I had just passed. I just laughed and told her to concentrate on pushing her own poo out. We must have been sat there for at least 15 minutes, during which we chatted and pushed lumps of poo out of our bums. When we were sure we had finished, Katie took an exercise book out of her schoolbag and tore some blank pages out. We used those as toilet-paper as there weren't any dock leaves nearby and I hadn't seen any as we had walked through the woods.
Katie and I just about made it to school on time after our toilet stop in the woods. However, I'm not going to make a habit of using the woods as a toilet, due to the brambles.
During the morning break, I met up with Katie and some of the other girls in my year and one of them, Beth, is going to go into the boys' toilet and do a poo when there are boys in there for a dare. I'll let you have the details when and if Beth has the bottle to follow through with her plans.
Bye for now.Kate, the soccer mom
Chelsi's Soccer Tournament
Hi everyone. It's been a while since my last post in March of this year. I guess that's a good thing because neither my 10 year old daughter Chelsi or I have had any accidents to report. That is until this past Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada.
Chelsi was in a big soccer tournament in Ottawa on Saturday, October 8th. It was just a one day tournament, so my husband John, Chelsi and I went up for the day, rather than worrying about staying over in Ottawa. This year, John volunteered to manage the team, so he has been taking care of all the game and tournament arrangements as well as looking after the team equipment. This meant that we had to take John's CRV to Ottawa since it has more room than my car. This also meant that I did not have my "emergency kit" with me. It was in my car that I drive to work everyday. Even though I haven't had an IBS flair up since March, it is a nice thing to have for those "just in case" moments.
Anyway, I was feeling pretty good that morning, so it didn't occur to me to bring any extra panties, pants or even pads to wear in case I got my period, which was due to start on the 10th or 11th. (It actually started on October 12th).
Chelsi's team was guaranteed at least two games. They won their first game easily and then went to the winner's side, or side "A". They won their second game as well, which put them into the semi-finals which started after lunch.
In the semi's, they were down 2-0 at the half and things were not looking too good. After half time, they scored 10 minutes in. Chelsi set up the goal and it was a great play. All of the parents on our side were getting really nervous and I started feeling crampy. I wasn't sure if it was from nerves, PMS, or if I was starting to feel sick. All I can say is that it was uncomfortable. With about five minutes left in the second half, Chelsi got a nice pass from one of her teammates and tied the game. We all went nuts and were standing and cheering for the girls. As I was cheering, a really bad cramp hit and I let out a really wet fart and I could feel the stickiness of it between my butt cheeks. I had to sit down to regain control of things, but I could feel the wetness from the fart settling into the pink and white bikini panties I was wearing. I was just hoping that it wouldn't leak through the blue jeans I had on.
The game went into overtime where they played two 10 minute half's. When the first half was over, I started feeling really sick, but I was able to keep control of my bowels and of the diarrhea that wanted to explode out of me. Neither team scored in the second half either, so the game went into a shoot out. It was crazy! Finally our team was in a position to win the game and it just happened to be my daughter who could win the game. As she was getting ready to take her shot, my bowels cramped up again and I could not hold them any longer. A rush of diarrhea bubbled out of me and into the crotch of my panties. Then she took her shot and scored. I of course stood up and cheered but when I did, another cramp hit me and I started filling the back of my panties with really wet diarrhea. As the parents were cheering and giving high fives to each other and to myself, I excused myself from the stands to find the nearest ladies room. As I was walking, I was still going in my pants. It was terrible, but there was nothing I could do. By the time I got to the ladies room, I had done everything that needed to be done in my pants. I went into a stall and carefully lowered my jeans and panties, but they were a disaster. I didn't know what to do. I tried cleaning myself up as much as possible, but I didn't get myself or my clothes cleaned up too well. It was then that I realized that I didn't have my emergency kit with me. I started crying a little as I pulled up my very messy panties and jeans. It was rather warm that day and I had my jacket with me, so I tied it around my waist.
As I was sorting myself out, I could hear another woman in another stall fussing around and changing her pad.
I went over to the sinks to wash my hands, and Karen, another mom from the team came out of her stall. She said, "That' was crazy! You must be so proud of Chelsi!" I said, "Yeah, it's so exciting." I was trying to be as happy as I could, but I could not help but think of the huge amount of diarrhea swishing around in my panties still. I was trying to keep my composure, but I was really quiet, trying not to burst out crying. Karen was washing her hands in the sink beside me and asked, "Hey, are you okay? You're really quiet, you know, considering…" I said, "Yeah, I'm okay. I just not feeling all that great." She said, "Is there anything I can do?" I said, "Actually, I need to go to the store for some supplies." She said, "Oh! Uhh, yeah. I only have big Poise pads, but I don't think you would want to wear one of those." I said, "No, not really." For some reason, she was being really open because she then said, "Yeah, I need them for LBS." I said, "I'm not sure what that is." She said, "Well, umm, it stands for "Loose Bowel Syndrome. Can you believe it? I'm 38 years old and I poop my pants sometimes!" I turned off the sink and started crying. Karen came right over to me and said, "Hey! What is it?" In between sobs, I said, "I sometimes get IBS and it came back today. I pooped my pants right when Chelsi scored the winning goal. I am so embarrassed!" She said, "Its okay, it happens. Let's go, I will take you to the mall."
We left the ladies room and I found John to tell him that Karen and I were going to the mall. He said "Okay, see you in a bit" and gave me a kiss.
Karen took me to Bayshore Shopping Centre. We got to the mall, and went into The Bay where I picked out some new jeans and a three pack of white full cut bikini panties. After that, we went into the washrooms in the mall and Karen helped me by passing me dampened paper towels to clean myself with. She was such a big help.
When I was cleaned up and into my new panties and jeans, we made our way back to the soccer tournament. I caught up with John and Chelsi and gave them both big hugs. By then it was 4pm and the championship game started at 5pm.
Our team won the championship game rather easily and we went out to a restaurant near by to celebrate with the team. By 9pm, we were on the road back home. It was about an hour and a half drive for us and about halfway I started feeling sick again, like I needed to go diarrhea, again. I had a really sharp cramp and a wet diarrhea fart rushed out of me. In a panic I said, "Oh god! John, I need a toilet, I'm going to be sick." John said, "Oh honey, I'm sorry. I think that there is a rest stop not too far away." I said, "Oh god, please hurry!" Chelsi was listening to her iPod through her headphones. She leaned forward and said, "Mom, are you okay?" Before I could answer her, I leaned over to my left, with my right side lifted off of the seat, and let out another really wet, bubbly fart. A rush of diarrhea poured into my panties and spread really quickly over my entire bum. Chelsi said again, "Mom?" I just sat there and whimpered quietly, "Oh god, no, please no" over and over again.
20 minutes later we got to the rest stop on the 401 near Brockville. I had been letting out diarrhea the entire time and by now the mess was everywhere. Luckily I had another pair of panties to change into, but no clean pants. John dropped me off near the door of the rest stop building and Chelsi came in with me. I went into a stall and Chelsi dampened some paper towels for me to clean up with. I cleaned myself up, and changed my panties. I cleaned my jeans out as much as I could and was able to get them cleaned up pretty good. The wetness from the diarrhea did leak through the bum and crotch area though, so I had to tie my jacket around my waist as we left the building.
I gave Chelsi a big hug and thanked her for helping me get cleaned up.
Unfortunately, I filled my pants again as we were getting home. I just couldn't help it. When we got home, I had pooped my panties really badly for the third time that day. I went directly to our on-suite washroom and into our shower. I washed out both pairs of jeans and the three pairs of panties that I had gone diarrhea in. I got the jeans cleaned out pretty good. The first pair still has some stains on the inside of the bum area. My pink and white bikini's and the two pairs of white full cut bikini's still have stains on them though. As I mentioned earlier, I got my period on October 12th, so I decided to wear the pink and white bikini's were stained from my first accident. I'm actually glad I had that pair on and not another pair because my pad leaked at the back right side on my first day. I was wearing black dress pants, so the stain was not obvious.
Anyway, thanks for reading.
KateKelly
In my previous post I mentioned how my friend Meghan said she would "repay" me for the "gift" I left in her toilet. She certainly did.
It was a few months later. After a few weeks of good natured ribbing I thought she'd forgotten about it. It turns out she was gearing up for a star performance. I went home to Maryland for Christmas and she came along to see my family. I noticed her eating habits were a bit strange. Later we went to the mall and she was shifting around looking very uncomfortable. I asked her if she had to poop and she said no. I knew she was full of shit (literally), but I had no idea it was all revenge.
When we got home she bolted for the bathroom. She did that funny walk/run people do when they need to shit really bad, so they want to get to the toilet ASAP, but they also want to keep a tight clench around the butt. She was taking forever so I knew what was up. I started to put it together that this was the gift. I knocked on the door and asked what she was doing. In between the grunts and groans she said "Giving you a nice fat Christmas present." She had taken about 20 minutes. When she opened the door the look on her face combined with the smell that emanated from the bathroom certainly told me the Christmas had come early.
I looked to survey the damage and it was not pretty. Meghan absolutely bombed my toilet and stunk my bathroom to high heaven. She of course left it unflushed so I could see the full glory of her monster. When I finished unclogging the toilet she asked me if I liked her present, and that she had been working on it for a long time. I said "It certainly showed." We had a good laugh and we still like to bring up this anecdote with each other from time to time.
Secret Poster
Celebrity Survey
Nicola, I saw your survey aimed at celebrities. Believe it or not I am quite well known in the UK and I check this site from time to time because I find the subject interesting. I'm a TV presenter and singer. But I'm male (26 years old) so I just wanted to know if that's interesting or whether you are aiming it at female celebrities. And also if you'd want to hear stories even if I can't reveal my name!
Dan
Trip the pub
Hey all, hope you've had a great week.
Last night, went out with some friends I haven't seen in awhile. Went to a pub that was quite Celtic. The waitresses were especially lovely (I know, 'men!' some of you re thinking. Nevertheless, got to love a pretty woman with a nice body with plaid skirts & the like!)
I had a few beers and an AAA Angus burger which was fantastic. Because I was drinking, I needed to piss. With some pubs, the bathroom is located downstairs from the main pub floor. Probably fairly common, but i figure I'd mention it. After a good satisfying pee, i made my way back up the stairs. About halfway up, a cute girl was making her way down. She was about 5'5", dyed red hair (you can tell because that type of red isn't the natural redhead 'orange'), curvy, well formed breasts and a small but shapely butt.
Thinking maybe I could stick around for something, I headed back downstairs, and stood outside both bathrooms, in the middle. Things were quiter downstairs, but not quiet enough to hear a pin drop, if you catch my drift. I noticed I could slightly see into the ladies, which looked it had 4 stalls. The men's had 2 urinals and a toilet. (ed note: I like it when the washrooms are balanced in that way, in terms of toilets etc. being even between guys and girls, and the number of toilets close to equal the number of urinals).
I must have arrived just as she was readying herself, as I could her feet under the stall, and her jeans and pink lacy panties go to her ankles. Shortly after that, I was able to hear a dry fart that went kinda like 'brrr-errr..' After it ended, she let out an exhale of breath, and began a tinkling, gurgling pee (some girls 'hiss') which I could barely hear, due to other noise.It went for a good 10 seconds. There were a few instances were I thought i could hear some light splashes, which could have been long or light turds, or even the pee itself. I wasn't 100% sure though. Shortly after her pee ended, she blasted an awesome fart that I definitely heard. It caught me off guard in that it was the total opposite of the one she did earlier. This one was quick, loud, and wet. Where her first fart lasted a solid 2 seconds at most, this one was quick. Also, there could have been something else other than air coming out when she did it...
She started wiping, so I retreated back to the men's room. from there i could hear her going up the stairs. I waited a few seconds then followed up. I pulled my phone up to my ear, and a few steps into the pub, I put it away, then joined my friends again. I could see the cute girl across from the pub, but there was a guy with her.
Now for some quick feedback before I call it a post!
Karen - I'm fine and open with bathroom habits, as you might have seen with some of my posts, but one thing I don't like is the Social Double Standard Bathroom Scenario. And that is, it's ok (well, "allowed") for girls to use the men's room, but *not* the other way around! If a guy encounters a woman when he's in the lady's room, my bet is it won't go over as smoothly as if a girl encountered a guy in the men's room. Myself, yes, I'm interested in women relieving themselves, etc. *IF* I ever used a bathroom with a woman (ladies' room or unisex) I'd use it to 'use it', and if i have a neighbor of the opposite gender, I may stick around shortly after going myself. I think it's silly that there men & women's separate bathrooms to begin with. One book and movie that touch upon bathroom equality (in a different way though) is The Help. Sorry for my little rant there! Anyway, I hope that if the men's is out of order, the women would be pleasant.
Kelly - wow, you must tell more about the biggest, smelliest shit you've ever done! Was it one BIG one or tons and tons of smaller ones? Were you gassy at all, or just the large dump? Yes please do post the story of how Meghan got you back and what that was like.
Hermes
Fun and Games at a Bonfire Night Party
Hi folks,
Hermes is back again!
Hope everyone is OK, I have really enjoyed all of your posts since I last contributed to this forum.
The topic of famous people pooping has cropped up on this forum recently.One which springs to mind is the former Ginger Spice, Geri Halliwell, who claimed to having pooed 11 times before singing
to Prince Charles at some point in the late 1990s in one of her autobiographies.
The wording she used was something like "singing to the Prince is the ultimate laxative, I went to the toilet 11 times"
There is more to this as well, as the BBC did a documentary on Geri's life after the Spice Girls, which included her preparation for this very moment in her career. There is one scene which is seared in my memory and that is of the camera panned (if you will pardon the pun) on a closed bathroom door in her dressing room. We can hear her singing on the toilet, and you can definately hear a very loud, long and squelchly wet fart over the sound of her voice and the toilet being flushed to disguise what was going on, followed by a noticeable
SPLAT! coming from the toilet.
I also heard that Barbara Streisand used to get uncontrollably bad attacks of the runs before she went on stage,
although fortunately for her she managed eventually to get medication to control it.
I was checking back the other day and worked out that, as at today, I have heard over 100 women (excluding family members)
poo in my time so far.
That said these days I am more interested in getting on with colleagues and not risking working relationships by "surveillance activities" for want of a better phrase - hence the lack of posts for a while.The fact that at least two of the women in my office appear to be regular lurkers on this forum is also complicating matters!
There continue to be the occasional encounters in public such as museums, restaurants and hotel lobbies involving pooping women - one of which occurred last week, however they can wait for now.
As the individual involved in my latest story is both no longer working with us at "????" and no longer living in the UK, I am at liberty to mention an incident which occurred one November night a few years ago at a colleague's Bonfire Night Party.
Eva started working with us a while ago - a very attractive and friendly German blonde woman, who looked a lot like Gwyneth Paltrow, but for one reason or another I never got to hear her poo at work.
I forgot about this quickly, because at the time, I was suffering from a rather nasty health problem called an anal fistula, which I detailed in a post on this forum a while back.
This made social engagements rather tricky, but one night I was able to get away to a colleague's Firework display at his house.
There were only six people there, me, Eva, two other women and two guys.There was only one toilet in the house, but we all managed to get by.
Eva was wearing black boots, a black leather jacket, a yellow T-shirt and some tight jeans, which showed off her very attractive, curvy bottom.
After eating way too much food, we all sat down for a chat.I needed to pee, and I also noticed Eva looking uncomfortable.
Eva left the room and climbed the stairs to the toilet. I thought she was only going to pee, and as I was desperate,
I followed Eva up the stairs.
I could have sworn I heard a fart come from Eva, which made a BOOOWUUUPP noise, and there was definately a whiff of
stale fart and poo on the landing where she had recently walked past.
As I got there, the door was already shut, but you could hear everything clearly.
There was a metallic tinkle as she unbuckled her belt, and the whip of denim as she pulled her jeans down
and a snicker and slap as she pulled her pants down before sitting on the toilet with a quiet thud.
As she sat down, she farted with a BOOOOWUUUUPP! So she had farted whilst walking to the toilet!
I heard a lengthy torrent of pee, followed by a little UGH! as she quietly strained.I could hear a hiss
followed by a slithering noise.There was another little UGH followed by a loud SPLASH!as a large, soft poo slid out of her bottom.
There was then around thirty seconds of quiet and I thought she had finished.Then, I heard her strain with a quiet high pitched UGH-UGH and then there was quiet.She strained again with an UGH-UGH and then
I heard a little SPLISH! as a little poo came out.
There was then a PHHUUTTT as she farted, followed by a slithering noise and a gentle hiss as another large soft poo started easing out of her anus.There was a SPlASH as it hit thewater followed shortly afterwards by a little UGH as she strained followed by a smaller SPLASH.
There was then a BOOOOOWUUUUUPP-SPLASH_SPLASH_SPLASH_SPLASH-KERSPLUUUUUUSHH!as she farted and four soft poos and a final very large soft poo shot effortlessly out of her bottom.
I then heard her wipe once and the sounds of her pulling up her pants and jeans.I heard her flush and wash her hands before she unlocked the door. As she was leaving the toilet, she was tucking her t-shirt inside her jeans and then pulling her jeans up and buckling up her belt.
"That's much better" she said whilst giggling and I got the idea that she knew I was listening in and that she was not bothered about it.I saw her walk off, and as she walked past me, a strong smell of poo trailed behind her.
Nothing got said about it, but I always got a cheeky, knowing twinkle in her eyes whenever we met at work until the day she left.
Bye for now, take care
Hermes x
The Listening Ear
The Crow Road
This is a belated response to Leanne's story about Charlotte's almost-accident, and the thought that the boys might have been put off her if they had heard and smelled what Leanne did. Mechelle (formerly MS) has already commented.
The Crow Road is a novel by Scottish writer Iain Banks, which was serialised on British TV a while back. In it, the hero is besotted with someone he doesn't want to be besotted with, because she is never going to be interested. A friend tells him that the best way to get her out of his head is to imagine her sitting on the toilet. Now anyone who knows me from this site will know that that would have the exact opposite effect on me, and on many of the other guys here! But apparently we're all a bit weird.
So although I personally would have loved to hear Charlotte hopping from foot to foot and whimpering, and to experience the stinky explosion that followed, I would say to all the girls here that if you don't know any different, it's probably safest to assume that a guy is going to be the Crow-Road-kinda-normal rather than the Toiletstool-kinda-weird.
To Sarah's Dad if you're still here: Please accept my condolences on the death of your daughter. I was devastated to read of this, because Sarah was a bright star on this site and I had really been looking forward to reading more of her stories. She sounded pretty wonderful to me.
TLER
hi everyone. i won't put my full first name because it's kind of a unique name and I'm paranoid about anyone i know seeing this. I'm 29 years old, female, long dark hair, petite. i had a miniature accident yesterday...it was a freak thing, I've never messed my pants in my life since getting out of diapers. i have wet myself a handful of times, but this was my first pooping accident, and it was really uncomfortable. it wasn't so much the fact that i did it that bothered me, but it was not being able to get cleaned up for a pretty long time that bothered me. it happened as i was about to leave work. i had just gotten done using the toilet at work, but it was a bit rushed and when i was done i still felt a bit of a need to go, but i wanted to start heading home before traffic got completely out of control. i was getting off the elevator in the lobby when i felt what seemed to be a silent fart slip out involuntarily, but to my surprise, it felt a little warm and squishy when it was done. i felt a flash of heat run through my body as i becamr alarmed about what i thought just happened. i kept walking and could feel a little squishy mush in my underwear right between my buttcheeks with each step, and i thought "oh my god, i just pooped a little." it wasn't a lot at all. like i said, i had just used the toilet, and this was like the last little bit i didn't squeeze out while i was on it. but it was still significant. it wasn't a big load but was definitely much worse than a wet fart. bottom line, i could feel it in my pants and i desperately needed to get home and change my underwear....it was the longest 3 hours in my life!! it took well over 2 hours to get home because the traffic was so bad, and i live less than 20 miles away. then whe i got home, with my messy underwear now REALLY bothering my since the poop had squished and spread out when i sat in the car, i had to wait even longer because my roommate had just gotten in thr shower to get ready to go out. i went into my bedroom and got some clean panties and kept waiting for the bathroom. finally i got fed up waiting, i HAD to get out of my dirty underwear. i dampened several paper towels and got a plastic bag and locked myself in my bedroom. i ripped my pants off right away then hesitated a moment to pull dirty undies down..i had to mentally prepare for what i was going to see...finally i carefully slid them down, i had to work to keep them from turning inside out because they were kind of stuck to me where the mess was. i got them down and observed the damage...it was just one big flattened blob of soft, light brown poop right in the seat of my white panties..i had pooped more than i thought. it felt very weird and kind of shameful to see my own underwear with poop in them. it took a minute to really hit me...i pooped my pants. i put the dirty underwear right into the plastic bag, there was no way i was going to keep them because they were white and would have an obvious poop stain no matter how much i washed them. i cleaned myself up as best i could with the paper towels and put them in thr bag too, then put clean underwear on...later i got into the bathroom to clean up with soap. so, that's my story about my first adulthood pooping accident. I'll be back to talk about my wetting accidents soon. bye for now,
RAnon. Girl
To Lisa
I live in Tennessee. I don't know about other states, but there are at least two K-12 all-girls Catholic schools here in Tennessee.
When I was going to school, after recess was one of our "toilet times" for the younger girls who had recess. When we got older and didn't have recess anymore, we still had a "toilet time" at that time of day, but 15 minutes later. At lunch, we had a "toilet time" before we went to the lunchroom, not after. I guess it didn't favor those girls whose bowels were activated by eating.
tawnie
To jasmine k : sry your havin trouble poopin I sometimes get like that well any ways have u tryed digging out your pooop like sometimes when my poop is so hard or big to come out I have to dig it out ..n another way is try. While sittin lean foward n take your hands n spread your butt cheeks wide n push rely hard thas also wat I do ..... tell me how it goes ...........
...tawnie....Just happen read about your daughter Sarah thought's and prayers be with you, from the Rising Sun
Karen
Mensrooms, a well kept secret
I found out by accident how much cleaner men's restrooms are, relatively speaking, as in, no pee on the toilet seats because men and boys use the urinals. The women's room is disgusting because a lot of the girls hover over the seat with poor aim.
One time the women's room was out of order the day i got sick after lunch so i slipped into the men's room to throw up, i had no choice. I couldn't help noticing how clean the toilet seats and floor were compared to the women's so from then on my first pick is the mens room when i can get away with it. If i happen to walk in when it's occupied i just pretend it was an accident, apologize, then leave.Brian
I was in a Physics class yesterday afternoon and was absolutely dying to take a shit. It is about a 3 hour class so it is quite long and with a lab module we were performing I couldn't leave to go and unload. The problem was that I had to catch a coach bus right after class to go visit a friend for the weekend who lives about 4 hours away. I was going to drive but my car had to go in for some repairs at the last minute. Luckily the bus terminal was only about a 10 minute walk from campus but I still was on quite limited time to get to the terminal in time. After class I immediately left and got my travel bag out of my dorm before heading downtown to the terminal. After arriving I checked in and grabbed a ticket.
I saw a sign for the washroom down the hallway so I went over only to find out it was locked. I waited a few minutes but still nobody had emerged from the washroom. When the bus pulled up I knew I would have to shit on the bus. I sat at the back close to the washroom. After getting settled down another 15 passengers came on and settle around the front. Luckily I was the only one at the back and it was a direct trip. Once we got underway and on the highway I snuck back to the bathroom discreetly. The toilet was very clean but it had been well used judging by the skidmarks on the bowl. I made sure the door locked securely before dropping my jeans and underwear and sitting down. I relaxed and could not stop from releasing what felt like a very big turd. It took awhile for it to come out before dropping into the bowl with a pronounced thud. I wiped up really quickly before pissing. I got up and saw a very large turd about 12 inches long spread across the bowl. I flushed and a weak stream of chemical agent swirled around but did nothing to budge my turd. I flushed about 3 more times and it finally managed to go down the small opening to the holding tank. I washed my hands before going back to my seat.stephanie
I had one of my favorite moments in the ladies toilet last Friday. I hadn't gone to the toilet at home. I had tried, my ???? ache just got worse and I had to drive to work nursing my ????. Getting to work I went straight to the ladies but, although I tried everything, squatting on my heels away from the toilet, pushing and straining, I just couldn't go. I went to the office and started on my work. I am an auditor for a large chain of multiple stores but I couldn't concentrate. After about an hour I had the ???? ache so bad I decided to try and go again. As I picked up my shoulder-bag and headed out of the office I was joined by Isha, she's a lovely Indian lady, one of a team of customer advice staff. I turned into the ladies and Isha followed me, she could have been going to other departments, but I was glad she came in the ladies with me. (It helps me to go when I have somebody to listen to, even chat to when I am on the toilet, see 2013).
Isha and me were the only women in, all six cubicles were open. I went into the first cubicle and, as I lifted my dress and slid my panties down, I asked Isha if she had anything nice planned for the weekend. She answered saying noting special planned. As I sat on the toilet I could see Isha's slacks around her ankles and she had pushed her pale cream panties right down too. I started to pee and as I pushed hard, trying to shit, my pee spurted into the pan. Then I heard Isha straining too. I asked if she was alright.
"No," she answered, her voice quite high, "I took a laxative last night. I want to go, but although my ???? aching badly, I can't do anything."
"Ohhhhhh . . . join the club," I gasped, telling her I was so constipated as well.
As we sat trying to have a shit we started to discuss the various laxatives we had tried. I told Isha that I never used a laxative nowadays I preferred suppositories. Isha had never used them and she was curious and asked me if I had used one today. I had to get some from the chemists.
To cut a long story short, we both couldn't go and Isha suggested we get a pack of suppositories at lunchtime. I agreed. We headed straight to the chemists at lunchtime and returning to the office we went to the ladies again. This time we went into a cubicle together and I told Isha I would put a suppository in for her and then she could put one in for me. Isha turned her back and, unbuckling her slacks, she pushed them and her panties right down. She bent over as I instructed her. I took the silver paper off the suppository and gently, but firmly, pushed the suppository into her anus. I told her it would take about ten minutes to work, that she had to hold herself from going as long as possible. As she pulled her panties and slacks up I advised her not to buckle her belt. Then I turned and lifted my dress, took my panties down and bent over for Isha to put a suppository into my bum. I could feel the suppository slip right into my bum as she made sure it went deep into my bum.
I went into the next cubicle and sat on the toilet with my panties up. I could feel the stirrings in my ???? as the suppository started to work. Isha was saying how badly her belly was churning over. I told her she had to wait until the last possible minute. We talked in sort of whispered words as we tried to hang on as long as possible. Isha was the first to gasp she had to go.
"ohhhhhhh . . .hell . . ." she suddenly exclaimed. I heard her hurriedly push her slacks and panties down. "Agghhhhhhhhhh . . ." she groaned. I heard her shitting then, an explosive splattering into the pan. I was listening to her, massaging my ????, feeling the deeper burning sensation in my ????. Then I was standing and tearing at my panties, squatting as my ???? exploded and I shit with a burst to match Isha's. I shit over the back of the pan, on the seat, down the sides of the pan, before I got my bum in position. The relief I felt was so wonderful, exquisite.
Isha and me sat and shit in spasms for another five almost ten minutes before we both started to rip toilet paper and wipe our bums. We both had to use a lot of paper, I know I had to wipe six times before my bum was clean. I had to get more paper and wipe the mess I had made over the back of the seat and on the tiled floor. Isha who had wiped and flushed the toilet asked what was the matter and when I told her about the mess I had made she came in with me and helped me to clean up the toilet.
Isha and me have been good friends before, often partying with other girls from the store. But last Friday we were, somehow, closer. Isha kissed me on the lips as she thanked me for suggesting the suppositories. I have tried to write the event in as full a detail as I could remember. Because it demonstrates to me that when a girls panties are down on the toilet there is never any animosity. I would help my worst enemy in the toilet, its just something I have learned from my days in school.
The incident last Friday was unusual because at both times we were in the ladies we were alone. Normally there are ladies coming and going there all day long. It nevertheless maintained my belief that chatting with Isha in the morning about how we felt deepened out friendship.
More stories and events next time .
Sherry
Toilet journal for Tuesday, October 11, 2011
To Anonymous Poster: I poo at least twice every day, but some days I have a third poo.
7.10 AM:
I woke up a little earlier than normal this morning. I have to pee pretty bad, but my bowels haven't quite awoken yet. I don't want to go down the hall to pee only to have to come back in ten minutes or so for a poo.
7.19 AM:
I'm starting to feel the beginnings of a need to poo. By the time I put some clothes on and shuffle down to the bathroom, I should have to poo by then.
7.47 AM:
As I entered the hall's bathroom, all five stalls were in use. My need to pee was getting pretty intense and I cut a few rank farts while I was waiting as well. A stall opened and I went in. I had heard the girl flush, but there was still poo in the toilet, so I flushed again before I sat down. My pee was a gushing stream that lasted for a good long time. During the middle, the head of a big turd crowned. My pee ended and I focused my attention on pushing out the turd. It felt like it could have measured an inch around, far thicker than my usual poos. It came out to close to half a foot before itbroke off. Just two wipes to get clean though.
10.38 AM:
I had to pee again after leaving my first class, and I ended up using a bathroom in another hall that was close by the classroom. Functionally, it was the same as my hall's shared bathroom, but it still felt weird to use it, like I was doing something wrong. The pee itself was unremarkable though, just a slow trickle that lasted over thirty seconds.
2.05 PM:
I'm starting off this class greatly relieved, having just had a good poo. I think the single user toilet at the back of the library are probably my favorite place to do a poo. It's private, quiet, and always stocked with plenty of soft toilet paper. This poo consisted of three good sized smooth turds which slid out of me with minimal effort. Took five wipes to clean up though.
7.12 PM:
I had to pee during my run, but I held it in so I wouldn't have to use that nasty bathroom by the track. I stopped at the hall's bathroom to pee and, amazingly, there was nobody else in the bathroom. I selected a stall and peed a hard stream for about twenty seconds.
10.40 PM:
Last pee of the night. A slow trickle building up to a full pee, lasted a total of maybe forty five seconds.working man
best story..
I'm a 24 year old guy and i work in retail. i have this coworker named christine who is really sexy. shes about 2 years older than me, she has 2 young kids so she's a total milf. she has long brown hair with dyed red highlights, gorgeous green eyes, great breasts and a firm, shapely butt. I've grabbed it a few times and she is enough of a flirt that i got away with it. anyway, today when she was about to leave work, i said bye to her with a little pat on her butt. she started to leave and then she said "oh shit my jacket" and went back to get it. i jokingly said "you shit your jacket??" she laughed and said "oh yeah i totally did, that's why i hid it back here..it happens, sometimes i just can't control it!" and she laughed. i said "oh wow that's gotta be embarrassing." and she jokingly said "it is, it really really is.." and i smiled. but then things took an intriguing turn..she said to me, "that reminds me of a story though...it's super embarrassing...but last year, i was driving home from work, and i got pulled over for speeding. i was rushing to get home because i had to poop REALLY really bad. well the cop didn't care, and as he was writing the ticket..i had a huge accident in my pants!!" i stood there, astonished, as she blushed and smiled at me sheepishly. i was speechless, and all i managed to say was "really?" she kept blushing and said "yes...I'm not even kidding i had to go SO bad, i couldn't help it." i said "wow..that cop was a jerk. did you tell him that's why you were speeding?" she said "yeah, when he pulled me over i said i really had to get to the bathroom and he didn't believe me, then after i...like.. did something..in my pants, i started to cry and said 'you made me have an accident!' and he just went on telling me why i shouldn't speed..it was the worst!" i didn't even know what to say..i couldn't believe she was telling me this..i just said "well, I'm sorry that happened, you must've been really embarrassed." she got flirty and made a fake frown and said "i was..i didn't feel sexy at all having an accident in my pants..." i looked her in the eye trying to determine if she was just messing with me at this point..like i narcissistically thought maybe she knew it was what i wanted to hear and she was just making the whole thing up to indulge me, but then i thought, maybe she likes to poop in her pants and it gives her a rush to tell someone she did it...or who knows, maybe it was a legit accident and she legitimately confided in me..eitherway, it was sexy, and i told her "well its ok, accidents happen. you're still really sexy." i patted her on the butt again, and she giggled and waved goodbye. it really made my night..well, it made more than my night. I've been pretty stressed out lately but that interaction i had with her made all my worries melt away! it was great. and by the way, i appreciate all the ladies here who are brave enough to share stories about their accidents..you're all amazing! best of luck keeping your underwear clean and dry from here on out!
Sarah's Dad
Last Post
Firstly, thank you to Dan for his kind words and, again, to Brandon T, Meg and Tony for their kind words. Also, thank you to the owners of this website for allowing me to let those who shared Sarah's broadminded approach to life and sense of humour know of her passing.
This is the last time I shall be placing a post on this website as I feel it is time to let Sarah rest in peace.
I have mentioned this website to some of my colleagues - and some of those with whom I come into contact with and who need a psychological lift, so to speak - and the feedback I have had is that they thoroughly enjoyed reading some of the more humorous accounts. I has certainly cheered me up reading some of them.
My best wishes and thanks to everyone who contributes to this website.Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Angelica as always another great story it sounds like you had an interesting day at least you didnt have and accident and I bet it felt great doing it outside and using those leaves its seems that Aimee has given all us some great advice about those leaves and how well they work and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Kelly as always another great story and it sounds like you took a really good dump and yeah I bet you did feel so much better after and I cant wait to hear about Meghan and waht she did in your bathroom and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Car Mom as always another great peeing story and it does sound like Laura is starting to come around and maybe one of these days she might want pee in the same place as you at the same time maybe who know but at least you guys are making progress and as always I look forward to your next pos thanks.
To: Jasmin K I hope you get over your constipation soon and I hate being constipated and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Sarah's Dad first I this comes out right im happy she didnt feel any pain and that is something we can all hope for when its our time and she will have good company up in heaven Rjogger&Wife, Heather and Melissa From New York well be there to welcome they were all people who used to post here and I bet there up sharing all there stories with eachother and again I send my prayers to you and your family as does everyone else here and again I hope that came out alright because I had to think of the right words to say.
To: Unknown Poster great story about you hearing that other girl pooping and you pooping as well please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: whoever wrote about seeing that have a major diarrhea accident in her pants in front of everybody I bet she was beyond embarrassed but as the saying goes when you gotta go you gotta go especialy with diarrhea and please share anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Upstate Dave and Wendy & Kirsty I hope you guys are ok havent heard from you in awhile and I hope you post again soon thanks.
Well thats all for now
Sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
I am afraid that my husband might notice that I sometimes wet the bed, it is a rare thing, not much pee, but I am scarred!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
B.M.
Dodgy Stomach
Hi there, this is my first post although I have been reading this site for about a month now and really enjoying it. I'm a 40+ female from the UK.
Over the last few days I've once again had a dodgy stomach. It started on Sunday afternoon and I'm sure it must have been something I ate, although what I've no idea.
By mid afternoon on Sunday I had already been for three poos each of them a bit looser than the one before and each time spending a considerable amount of time on the loo. By Sunday evening it was clear that I definitely had diarrhoea as my poos were now almost liquid and very explosive, a couple of times I almost didn't make it to the loo. Particularly as on one occasion it was occupied and I had to wait. I really thought I was going to have an accident.
I took some of my medication and only had to get up twice during the night although on both occasions I spent quite some time on the loo.
Monday morning I still felt very loose but took some more medication and decided to head to work and see how the day progressed. With hindsight this was probably a mistake.
I hadn't been at work more than about half an hour when i was in the loo again, still just really loose poo, rather than the really liquid type, but 'm not sure I could have held on if I'd been delayed in getting to the loo. I took some more of my medication and carried on with my work. By lunchtime I had already had another three trips to the loo each still with very loose poo. I realised that I had taken almost 24 hours worth of medication without it having any great effect, so I took the final dose I could take and decided to head for home.
Fortunately I managed to get home without any accidents although it was close. I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening going backwards and forwards to the loo. I decided to have an early night and managed to go the whole night without a problem. Perhaps the medication finally kicked in.
Tuesday morning I woke up and all seemed okay, other than the fact that I felt really washed out, so I decided to go to work as usual. Managed to last the day with only two visits to the loo for a poo, both fairly mushy and quite urgent but otherwise okay.
Tuesday evening I went out. In the middle of the evening during the tea break I was forced to retreat to the loo for some time where I had pushed out yet another load of very loose mushy poo.
Fortunately that was the last really loose poo I've had this week. My stomach still isn't right and every so often churns a bit. My poo is becoming more solid and there is less of an urgency about getting to the loo. Guess I'll just have to watch what I eat for the next few days until my stomach finally settles back down.
Karen
Mensrooms, a well kept secret
I found out by accident how much cleaner men's restrooms are, relatively speaking, as in, no pee on the toilet seats because men and boys use the urinals. The women's room is disgusting because a lot of the girls hover over the seat with poor aim.
One time the women's room was out of order the day i got sick after lunch so i slipped into the men's room to throw up, i had no choice. I couldn't help noticing how clean the toilet seats and floor were compared to the women's so from then on my first pick is the mens room when i can get away with it. If i happen to walk in when it's occupied i just pretend it was an accident, apologize, then leave.Angelica
Dock leaves for wet wipes
At work this afternoon I felt a sudden and very urgent need to poo. It felt like I needed to fart but the pain I felt told me it was a lot more than just wind. I rushed to the toilet with my hand on my bum but before I could get there it exploded out of me. To my surprise it was just wind. A lot of wind. It was a warning of what was coming and for the rest of the afternoon I felt more wind building up inside me. I kept letting it out slowly but by home time I felt a little wetness so I clenched hard and ran to the toilet. As soon as I got there I ripped my panties down and threw myself onto the toilet. I had an explosive and very relieving fart and a little bit of diarrhea but nothing more. After wiping I flushed and left to go home. I walked home and felt a sort of liquid bubbling sensation in my bowels and knew it wasn't a good sign. I carried on walking for about ten minutes before I felt a large mass moving down to my bum hole and I had to find a bush to relief myself and fast. I wasn't far from the golf course so I headed for the trees around the perimeter fence and found a nice secluded spot and pulled my panties down and squatted. This time it wasn't just wind. This was diarrhea. A lot of diarrhea that just kept flowing constantly for about thirty seconds. The relief was wonderfull but I had nothing to wipe with. Then I remembered Aimee's story about using dock leaves to wipe with while on a field trip. I found some near some nettles and picked a big handfull and wiped myself thoroughly. I was amazed at how soothing it felt using dock leaves to wipe my bum was. Just as good as using wet wipes and totaly natural. A tip worth knowing when you have to go wild in the woods.Kelly
Anybody ever have to take a big shit at a friend's house? I remember one time in college I got home from Thanksgiving and was seriously clogged up. I tried to poop on the plane ride home (Maryland to California), nothing came out. Tried the next couple of days, nothing. Eventually I got very frustrated and turned to my old friend: laxatives.
I had a big test the next day so I was studying all night with my friend Meghan. She lived off campus. She went home and said we'd meet up the next day before class. I woke up and had overslept slightly. I rushed to go to Meghan's place when I felt it. A huge surge of pressure to my back end. Everything I had eaten was ready to blow out. The shared bathrooms were full up of girls taking their morning shits. When one stall opened up it was clogged up with one of the biggest logs I've ever seen. I stunk so bad I nearly vomited. I couldn't wait around for another because I had some of Meghan's notes that I needed to get back to her. I got on the train and clenched, clenched, and clenched my ass some more.
I tried to suppress the urge but it was use. I needed to have a big dump really bad, and there was no waiting. I got up and said "I'll be back in awhile" and shuffled over to the bathroom. Meghan asked where I was going and I said I needed to pinch a loaf. I took the biggest, smelliest shit I've ever done, one somebody else's throne no less! I felt awful, but also amazing. I felt like I had lost at least 10 pounds. I was in there for at least 15 minutes. Halfway through Meghan said she wanted to leave for class. I told her to go ahead, and that I'd be awhile longer. I finished up, but the toilet would not budge. I spent at least 10 minutes sending that monster off and left, forgetting about the serious stink I'd left Meghan. When I next saw Meghan she thanked me for the gift I'd left her, and promised to repay it. She certainly did.
We'll save that for next time...Timee
Colton: I like to wipe myself clean, so that my panties have no streaks. We girls are different form guys. I have shaved my hairs around my cat, but I have stopped.
Abbie: You must be in the U.K. from what you sound like. Pants to us are trousers to you, as well as panties to us are knickers or pants to you. I like your story "Embarasing poo at school." You and your girls have good taste in your undies. I like the colors you describe. I notice that you and your classmates let down your skirts instead of lifting them around your waists. We do the same here in the States. I have many different colored panties. I have a slim waist So, I have undies that I have never worn or haven't worn since junior high and high school. I wore navy skirts and skorts that I would just let down to my ankles or knees with my panty hose and underwear. I liked my light colors, pastels and flowered panties-FOL, Jockey, Hanes, Carter's, Lollipop, Vanity Fair, Victoria's Secret, Joe Boxer. Since 7th grade, I have worn black panties, but I always will like white. I never made #2 in high school or junior high sessions for that matter. I did not have that luxury. Many days, I had to hold my bowels until I got home or I would stop off somewhere like the library or the park on my way home. I rarely saw a girl do #2 in school. I do not know how I lasted in those places. It sounds like you attend a private or religious school. One afternoon, I went to the library. I was in 4th grade. While there, I had to make #2. I went to the female toilet where there were 4 stalls, the last one away from the door being handicapped. I chose the second one which was regular. I wiped the seat, undid my skort, navy panty hose and white-red-green printed panties to my ankles. My bowels released all at once. I could not bear the smell. I opened my legs and saw these chunks floating in the water. I gripped my stomach and felt some more about to release. Then, there were two short plops and then I peed. I had to get it out of me. I sat on the bowl when another girl in HS took the next stall. She was wearing a green, white and blue plaid Catholic school uniform skirt at which she slid down to her ankles, with her black panty. She closed the door and sat on the bowl. She was white and skinny. I heard her squeezing out many long pieces.
Catherine the Freshman: I used to be self-conscious about being naked with no panties in gym or the pool when I was little. I hated and still hate the public pools where I live. Boys are perverts in my city. They pull off girls' clothes. Police have to guard the pools. I cannot swim that way. Thank God, I can swim in any college pool that I want just by showing my ID. Why did you make in your underwear when you took off your swim suit? Did you take a shower or did you go home with mess in your underwear? I swim at college. I either make #2 before, during or after swiiming class. No one stops me. I will answer your survey.
1) Do you ever pee in the pool? No.
2) If you pee in the pool, do you pee through your suit, or move it to the side? I move it to the side when I hover or squat over the locker room toilet.
3) Do you ever pee through your suit while outside of the pool? No.
4) Do you ever poop in the pool? NO! That is a health hazard. We have been warned.
5) Do you ever poop in your suit outside of the pool? (like when you're sunbathing) NO.
6) Do you feel the need to pee often while swimming? Yes. Cold water does it.
7) Do you wear your panties (or other underwear) under your suit? If so, do you still pee in your suit? I wear no underwear.
Just Jerika: I am happy to be out of school and in college. I went to urban public schools where we had no freedom. We were watched by school safety officers every minute. I was lucky to take a pee at school which took very little time. Rarely, did I take a #2. That took a lot of time. I was fortunate to have a teacher in charter school who would let me out. I could hold it until I got home or go to someone's house or to my mother's job. What really is the problem? I could help with advice: girl-to-girl. Answer me on this forum. Our secrets are among us-JUST AMONG US.Car Mom
Happy Dude: glad you like my posts! Hopefully more and more things will continue to happen to me that I can continue to post about! Enjoy!
J: yeah, I don't see how Laura could call me inconsiderate. She can be self-centered that's for sure but I don't want to lose her either. I think things are getting better! She came over again today and I will tell you about that now.
It started when Laura called me today while she was still at work and I was too actually. She asked me if she could come over later and have a pee. Of course I said yes and so she said she'd be over but that she was working later than usual and asked if I could pick up her daughter Madison from school when I picked up Kaylee. I said "of course I can." I pick up Madison every once in a while and she is one of the regulars who pee in my car and also in the places in my apartment. If you'll remember she is Kaylee's age (9) and her friendship with Kaylee is how I met Laura. Anyway I picked up Kaylee and when she got to the car I told her to go and get Madison. Kaylee said "I better hurry before she goes to the bathroom cause she'll want to pee somewhere!" A few minutes later they both came back and Kaylee said "I found her just in time! She was just about to go to the bathroom!" I said "good" and after that, they got in the car and we left. As we drove off I asked Madison where she would like to have her pee today and she said "I think in the chair." I smiled and said "oh your mom's favorite place!" and she said "mm-hmm." And so we got to my apartment and the two girls both raced over to the living room chair and got ready to do their business in it. They took off their pants and their underwear and then they sat down in the chair. They were side by side, and Madison was on Kaylee's right. They were all set. After a couple seconds the two girls began to pee right into the cushion. They both went a lot, which gave the cushion a good soak. Then after a few seconds (probably half a minute) they were done. They each let a couple farts and then they got up and got dressed and they went into Kaylee's room to hang out. Then later Laura came. Right away she smiled and said "I REALLY have to pee!" Then I said "well help yourself." She said "thanks" and then she went over to the chair. When she saw the chair she said "I see someone's already been here!" I said "yeah the girls." She said "its ok" and then she took off her pants and underwear and she perched herself onto the armrest. "I'll just go here." I said "ok" and then I watched as Laura began to have her pee. She began to relieve herself right into the armrest. Her pee hissed against the fabric as she peed into it. I could tell it felt good. Laura also let several farts as she peed. Then after about half a minute she was finished. There was a huge yellow wet spot in the fabric when she was done, and I could see it in the green plaid. When Laura was done she said "thank you so much for letting me do that, and Madison too!" I said "anytime, you're always welcome" and then she and Madison left. I hope you enjoyed that! Laura seemed a lot more cheerful today, I hope things are getting better!
Bye for now!
C M :)New saying
Toilt paper costs more than doing laundry!Lisa
to Anon. girl
You said that you had "toilet times" at your Catholic grade school. What about after recess and after lunch? At my Catholic grade school we had "toilet times." I remember in third grade, one row of students at a time would go to the bathroom. I don't recall why we did that, since students could go to the bathroom at recess and after lunch.
Also, I'm curious what country you're from. I have never heard of an all girl Catholic grade school in the U.S.
Does anyone have any stories about having the stomach flu or getting unexpected diarrhea?
Amanda M
Surveys
TOILET
1) Where are you comfortable using the bathroom? Just my house and my grandmoms since its like my second house. I'm really shy about using the bathroom.
2) Do you wait to find a good bathroom, or typically use the first one you come across? I try not to use public bathrooms considering how shy I am about it but if I really have to it has to be clean.
3) How do you 'position' yourself & your pants etc when you sit? I pull down my pants usually to my knees or ankles and just sit.
PEE
4) How often do you pee? Depends how much I drink. I never keep track though.
5) What colour/shade is it? Normal yellow or clear if I drink a lot of water.
6) Do you pee a lot in one go? Usually I do especially if I've been holding it for a long time.
FART
6) How often do you fart? I never kept track. I don't usually fart a lot though.
7) What type of farts do you do? Normal ones I guess.
8) Are you shy about farting? Yeah I am. I'll only fart in my house or at my grandmoms. If I'm out i'll do it sneakly so no one notices.
9) Do you fart on the toilet? yeah sometimes.
10) Are your farts noisy? Sometimes.
11) Do they smell? Sometimes.
POOP
12) How often do you poop? Not often at all.
13) What foods etc make you poop? Nothing. I swear I have an iron stomach cause nothing ever upsets it.
14) How long does it usually take you? Not even 5 mins. The only time I take a long time is if I'm constipated or have an upset stomach.
15) What types of poop do you do? I usually do big hard ones.
16) Does a lot come out? Sometimes.
17) What texture are your loads?Normal I guess.
18) When you poop do you require effort? Not usually but lately I've had to push quite a bit.
Other / Misc.
19) Do you usually need lots of toilet paper? Not usually.
20) Do you 'line the seat' with toilet paper? No. Sometimes I'll squat over the toilet though.
21) Ever had someone else in the bathroom with you, or vice versa? Very rarely. Like I said I;m super shy about going but I can deal with having someone in the bathroom while I pee.
22) Not counting when you were a kid, have you ever had an accident? I only remember having 4 accidents in my whole life and none were serious except maybe the pee one.
23) Do you make sounds when you go? No I'm usually pretty quiet.
24) What was your best bathroom experience? Never had one.
25) What was your worst? Probably when I had to poop in public which I can only remember happening 4 times