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Group poop.
I was at my friend, marias house. We were helping each other study for exams, she is 14 with blonde hair and very slim.
We were fling a break from studying and I said to her that I needed the bathroom, she was saying that it was just through there but I said I would hold it. She looked at me half jokingly and said "do you need a poo?" I just shyly admitted that I did. She started laughing and said "on you go I don't mind" but I didn't want her to smell it or anything. She kept saying that everyone poops and her younger brother does it all the time. She said "I kinda need one too, do you want to have a group poop?" I just agreed because if she was pooping also then it wasn't as bad but I didn't really know what it was. We both went into the toilet and she asked who Is going first, I volunteered. She leaned against the wall smiling as I pulled everything down. I sat on the toilet and began pooping and she continued watching and talked to me about school, I did a pee and nothing for 1-2 mins, she took the toilet roll and said "finished?" I said yes, she wrapped it around her hand and told me to bend over. She began wiping my ass, she did it 4 times and said all clean I stood up and pulled my trousers up and she saw my penis. She stood infront of the toilet seat and shuffled her skirt down then did her tights and panties in a 1er. She sat on the toilet and I just stared in awe at her naked self. She let out a few big bits of poop and did a little pee I asked if she was finished and she said no as she desperatly tried to push out a little bit and it came out. I followed the procedure and wiped her bum, as I was doing it she farted and apologised, she pulsed everything up and flushed the messy toilet. It was good!
Melissa K
Welcome
Hi, I'm new to this site and it seems cool.
I'm a 14 year old freshman girl, and I just moved to a new school. I'm half Hawaiian and half Mexican, about 5'6" and 130 lbs. A lot of my friends say I'm really pretty, I have long black hair and brown eyes, etc.
Anyway, I can poop a lot, because I have a big appetite and a high fiber diet. My normal poops are 1 to 1.5" thick and about a foot long, maybe two or three of these. I go about once a day.
Aside from all the boring info, I'm looking forward to this site!
Love, Melissa
Out of order
I went to a concert with some friends. We hung around for a while afterwards talking but then started to leave separately. I went to a coffee shop next door, partly because I wanted to pee and the church where they had the concert seemed to have only one single-capacity bathroom. I ordered an iced tea, though, and then went to find the facilities. The men's was locked and the women's was open--- I was tempted to just go into the women's, but instead I went up front and asked if there was a key, but they said it was out of order and gave me the key to the separate handicapped one. Then I noticed two women who had been at the concert and started talking to them for a while before leaving. (One was really cute, with wavy dark hair and a roundish, lively and expressive face--- I would totally have been trying to get her number if I were unattached.) When I got to the bus station to go home, my friend C. and his new girlfriend were there-- they'd been at the concert too. Then the two women I'd just met came onto the platform too, and C. suddenly looked embarrassed. Turned out he had gone to the same coffee shop before I was there, and taken a dump in the women's room, and when he was finished the cute one was waiting when he came out. So then he was really embarrassed when she came and said hi to me.Karen
Sick this past weekend, diarrhea and stomach issues
TOPIC: Stomach Virus, probably
Hi guys, sorry I havent written in a long time, but the cement company has been keeping me pretty busy; this school year I have detetmined that I can make a heck of a lot more money driving cement rigs than I can as a substitute school teacher, so that's how I've been keeping myself busy I'm one of the few operators that know how to drive the old manual transmission trucks with two gearshift sticks not the automatics so I guess that makes me a valuable commodity. I guess us old folks are good for something, especially with cheapskate cement companies using 40 plus year old trucks. I work from 8 to 5 monday thru friday, with weekends off at roughly $33 an hour. Not bad for semiskilled labor.
Anyways, something of interest I know you gang would be interested in reading about, is my bowel troubles over the weekend. Friday I felt fine when I woke up but as the day wore on later didn't feel like eating lunch, I'd had a cold and was feeling tired and nauseous and I had a headache; I felt like on the verge of throwing up all day but I managed to hold it back with the help of skipping lunch and sipping on sodas and nibbling on crackers all day, it wasn't that bad and I was able to work alright although I way really tired and lacked energy.. After work my headache was better so I went to a buffet dinner with my brother and his family; didn't really feel like eating so I picked at my steak, ate most of my loaded baked potato, most of my salad, and all of my cheesecake dessert and coffee, then I went home.I dozed off on the sofa while watching TV.
I had some saltines and sweet iced tea before I dozed off hoping it would settle my stomach. I woke up at around 5 in the morning, nauseous, and ended up throwing up on the living room floor before I could get up to try to go to the bathroom. It came all of a sudden and took me by a bit of a surprise, my stomach felt really full and before I knew it a spasm came and I was seeing my dinner rush out of my mouth and onto the floor creating a big puddle, I think I threw up like five times before I could make myself stop long enough to get up and grab the kitchen trashcan and then go to the bathroom where I only dry heaved nothing but kept having to spit until I stopped, the spit just kept filling my mouth. I sat outside until about a little before 6 am, threw up a few more times outside mostly nothing but constant spitting and bile when I would heave but it wasn't much, just watery stuff that kept filling my mouth and slimy and tasted awful, bitter and sour stuff when I'd retch up from my stomach, then when I felt a little better
Around daybreak I went to a nearby convenience store to buy a few bottles of gingerale, then I sat around outside again at home for about an hour watching the sun rise until my stomach felt a little more settled, then I went back inside to clean up the mess I'd made on the shag carpet earlier. Took a half hour and nearly three rolls of paper towels to clean it all up. I'm been contemplating replacing the carpet to something modern, now I've got a good reason. Then I took a nap and woke up about 11am Saturday and have been having the drizzling defecations about every half hour. Profuse, but no pain or discomfort save for the accompanying gas pains.
Just been sitting around in the backyard all weekend basically but I did go shopping for more toilet paper, paper towels, and some soda, and Triscuits and aged Swiss cheese which has always helped me when I've had stomach viruses before, it puts back the lost enzymes. I basically spent all weekend sitting around the backyard in sweats listening to my mp3 player, nibbling on crackers, cheese, and gingerale. I did manage to do a couple of walks around the block just to try to keep myself active and to get some fresh air. Had to skip the gym this weekend though. It's now in the wee hours of Monday, September 17, I feel a lot better but I'm thinking of calling in sick today so I can catch up on my sleep; I might go in to work depending on how I feel but I think not. Maybe I'll just call in sick and treat myself to a trip downtown, get my bangs trimmed, and I'm long overdue anyways for a hair recoloring to my natural dark brown to hide the grey streaks. Maybe stop by the gym afterward for an hour on the treadmill. The diarrhea is pretty much over but my guts still feel funny. A little nausea but not too bad, I don't think I'll start puking out in public or anything. Feels like I'll be okay by tuesday.
Of notable interest is the diarrhea I've been experiencing over the past 48 hours. I've seen things in the aftermath of my poop I havent eaten for approximately 72 hours such as the remainders of lima beans, corn, green beans, tomato skins, spinach, lettuce. I've eaten none of those things since last Wednesday even though they've manifested in this past weekend's diarrhea. It was really explosive, I've had to wipe lima bean skins off the underside of my toilet. Last time I had lima beans was this past thursday. Good news is that i've lost seven pounds since I've been sick, yay! Probably just water though. Waist and upper body is a lot smaller but my butt and thighs are the same, frown.
Anne
Out Walking with Kyra
It's Sunday afternoon, and I just witnessed a poop I absolutely must tell about!
I have a neighbor named Kyra, she is 19 years old and lives at home with her mother. Kyra likes walking every bit as much as I do and is in excellent shape. She is about 5'10" and curvy, with light blonde hair and gorgeous porcelain skin. Independent of one another we frequently go out on walks at the same time and pass each other on area streets and the nature path. I see her out in the yard often (our backyards join without a fence) and we've become great friends, the age difference seems meaningless. While talking a few days ago she proposed that we start walking together as a way to keep on track for our respective fitness goals, and I readily agreed.
This morning at ten we went for our first walk, and decided to traverse the entire distance of the path and back: four miles each way through the woods, plus a half mile from our houses, for nine miles total. We set a goal time of two and a half hours. We set out and when we reached the path beginning, we decided to use the restroom to make sure our bladders were empty for the walk. We went in, took adjoining stalls, and each had a normal pee of about 30 seconds. She wiped, I didn't.
We set off walking down the dirt and gravel path, and for an hour and a half had a pleasant conversation. I was wearing very short jean shorts and white cotton bikini panties and a purple tank top, she wore black spandex exercise tights that form-fit her shapely bottom and powerful thighs, and a white tank top. As I soon found out, she wore no panties under her spandex.
All of a sudden, she stopped walking and clutched her abdomen. "What's wrong?" I asked. She seemed hesitant to speak, then said meekly: "Anne, I have to poop so bad I can't move!" She seemed panicked and said "Oh no it's coming out I can't stop it." She then pulled down the back of her spandex and arched her back with her butt stuck out and her legs bent only slightly, as if she were mooning someone. Tears filled her eyes and she cried softly as a gigantic firm poo quicky made it's way through the gorgeous fleshy globes of her bum and hit the path with a soft thud. I was standing next to her and saw in side profile view as the poo effortlessly slid out and reached her knees in a single piece before it slipped out and fell to the ground. It was reddish brown and looked about an inch and a half wide.
She immediately pulled her spandex back up and put her arms around my neck and leaned on me as she cried. "I thought I could make it back to the restroom" she repeated a few times between sobs. "Honey, it's OK, I've had to poop walking here before too. It happens. I won't tell anyone." She looked up in to my eyes and said "Really???" I then told her of the latest such occurence that I posted about a few weeks ago, as well as about my haphazard and trecherous bowel urges. She seemed more relaxed and opened up a bit. "I don't really pay attention to how long it's been since I last went, I go only once or twice a week, and have lots of time to find a bathroom comfortably. I usually feel the urge like a half a day before I finally go." "Do you remember the last time you went?" "Um...I think tuesday...yeah...and I had a protein and fiber shake for breakfast today"
"Well there you go then!...those things will get anyone going." "Yeah, I should have known, but I wasn't even thinking about pooping, it's not an issue to me until I have to go, and I'd honestly forgotten how long it'd been since I went. "Well look on the bright side" I said, "You were full of poop and now you're not!" "I'll say!!!" she said and started laughing as the tears subsided. We kept on walking and reached the toilets a half hour later.
"I've got to go in and clean up, I bet my butt is SOOOO messy." She went in, and instead of going into a stall, took some paper towels and wetted them at the sink. She pulled down her spandex to her knees and wiped, more like washed, her butt very carefully. She inspected her spandex and they were stain-free, likely because they were so tight her cheeks never parted. Afterward she dried herself with more towels and then pulled up her spandex again. She now did not seem the slightest bit embarrased.
I had to pee again, so in a move of solidarity, I entered the stall across from her and did not close the door. We held eye contact and talked as I lowered my panties/shorts and did a semi-squatting pee with my butt about a foot and a half in the air over the bowl. I pushed and did a loud, lengthly stream into the water. It smelled very strong and I think she smelled it because I saw her noze moving in a way that indicated sniffing. Her gaze drifted and I saw her eyes fixed on my pubic hair and slightly below as she watched my stream cascade into the toilet. She had stepped forward, and was standing in the doorway of the stall, blushing and smiling.
I raised up slightly to a standing position and we looked into each other's eyes without speaking. She hugged me warmly and said "Thank you for making it even by letting me see you as you saw me." She stepped back and I pulled up my shorts and she said "Oh, you don't wipe after you pee?" I said "It depends...sometimes I do, but likely I won't." "Me too! she said enthusiastically "honestly it doesn't seem to make any differece either way...it's like a formality." We left the bathroom and walked home. We ate lunch together afterwards; her mom joined us in the backyard and my fiance grilled up some late-Summer favorites for us to enjoy.
Later this afternoon, she meekly asked me if I'd let her see me poop sometime "to make things really even." I smiled and agreed. She told me she "secretly likes watching people pee and poop" and that she and her mother always leave the door open and keep each other conmpany. She said she was glad she could be open with me about her "strange ideas." I told her there's nothing strange about it and that I'm the same way. "I think alot of girls are" she said. "We just would never admit it until we absolutely have to."
"I think you're totally right" I said and we said our goodbyes for the day and agreed to walk together again a few days from now.Mrs. Toilet Trooper
Hello, ToiletStoolers. It's Mrs. Toilet GENERAL with another post. I'm about to post another story about what happened today at my parents' house, however, I must address something. I submitted a story entitled "Mahogany Logs" around 6:00PM or so that features my little sister Mahogany that took place this Sunday morning. In the story, I think I mentioned something about an 18-foot turd. I don't remember exactly what I typed in that story, but if I typed that, I meant 18-INCH turd, not FOOT. Hopefully, this post can clear up any misunderstanding if you happen to read that. An 18-foot turd would be a true monster to write about, but not today.
Thanks,
EbonyAbbie
Latest story
Hi, Abbie here with another post, I'm not too busy at the moment so thought I'd post while I had time.
Natasha- great story about you and your friend Bethany having a poo after school, hope you post again soon.
Jas K- I'm glad your managing to go for a poo every morning at the moment, hope that continues. Are you using the school loos or are you going at home before you leave?
After my poo at school on Thursday I didn't feel the urge again until Sunday morning, I had eaten my breakfast and was lazing about in my room still in my nightie when my belly started to feel heavy and I did a few farts. I was quite pleased I needed a poo on a weekend, normally I spend Saturday and Sunday without wanting to go and then on Monday I get a big urge when I'm back at school. Just then the doorbell rang and I heard someone downstairs going to see who it was, my mum then shouted up the stairs "Abbie its Lucy" and I shouted back "Come on up!"
Lucy came into my room and said "What are you doing not dressed, its 11 o'clock!!" and I said "I haven't got round to finding anything to wear yet and anyway I need a poo, I was just about to go before you arrived."
Lucy followed me into my ensuite loo and sat on the floor, I've known her ages and we are both perfectly happy going to the loo in front of each other. We can both get a bit constipated and find it easier if there's someone to chat to while we're trying to go. I lifted my nightie, pulled down my pink knickers and sat on the toilet, I started weeing almost straight away and realised I was actually quite desperate for that too! As my wee stream died down I started to push, I felt something moving down inside me and shortly after the tip of a log poking out of my bum. "I guess I should try to go after" Lucy said as I strained, "I haven't had a poo since Wednesday."
"I was just thinking it made a change to need to go at the weekend" I panted. "Normally it gets to Monday morning and I arrive at school and I'm suddenly dying for a poo."
"Yeah I know what you mean, that happens to me too" said Lucy. "I only just made it home in time on Wednesday, I'd been needing to go since the end of lunch break but I didn't get any time all afternoon, at the end of the day there was a massive queue so I just rushed straight home and by the time I was unlocking the door it was starting to poke out into my knickers."
"Well, I guess at least you can change them if you're at home" I said between pushes. "Sometimes that happnes to me at school and then I have to wear those knickers for the rest of the day!" I stopped to take a big breath and do a really big push, I'd managed to work part of the poo out but it was starting to get really wide and hard. I couldn't help grunting when I'd finished pushing and Lucy looked at me with concern.
"Are you OK Abs?" she asked. "Yeah, its just a big one, I'm struggling to keep it moving" I said. After about another five minutes of straining I finally felt it sliding out faster and shortly after plopped down into the bowl. After a couple of softer pieces I was done, I wiped my bottom, pulled up my pants and let down my nightie. Lucy said "I'll try to go now", she pulled down her black leggings and green pants before sitting on the loo. Just like I'd done she weed for a bit before I saw her belly tensing and heard her panting as she released her breath. She strained for a few minutes and said "Its coming, its a massive one, its really gonna hurt my bum!" I tried to keep talking to her as she continued to strain, she was having to push so hard she started to go red and look really hot and bothered. After a few minutes she reached round behind herself and pulled her bum cheeks apart, she said "Its got stuck, I'm trying to get it moving again" and not longer after she sighed as I heard the monster poo splashing down into the bowl. She quickly wiped her bum and pulled up her pants and leggings, we went back into my room while I got dressed. As I pulled up my jeans I could already feel that the clean pants I'd just put on were giving me a wedgie and I hoped I'd wiped well enough to avoid skidmarks. Later on when I went for a wee I checked and was pleased to find they were still clean!
Hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!!Mr. Clogs
Mega Monday Morning dump in the toilet
Hello everyone, today a Mega Monday morning dump day in the toilet. Just one of those crappy days but this morning was indeed memorable. Today I took a massive (and only) dump into the toilet. After downing 2 cups of coffee to get me going helped in the bowel movement department. I went to the bathroom, took off my shorts and sat on the bowl and slowly moving my bowels into the toilet. While I was moving my bowels I urinated too while making brown Mr Softee sundae with piss on the side. I felt better and empty for a change, usually I have to make round 2 but I manage to empty my once full bowels into the toilet. I wiped 6 times to get somewhat cleaned as I was going to take a shower later. I put back my shorts on and marveled at my nice smelly creation into the toilet and flushed it all away, and of course washed my hands too.
Comments:
Anne: I enjoyed your story about your neighbor Kyra and having to take a crap on the walk path, poor thing had to go to the bathroom bad. Looking forward to some more stories Anne.
Jasmin K: Glad to hear that you're able to go in the mornings now
Mrs. Toilet Trooper: As always I enjoyed your Mahogany Logs post. She really plugged up your toilet system, but I really enjoyed your take on dealing with your shit...I mean situtation when you had to take a dump and Mahogany was using your toilet. That bed pan came in handy for you when someone else was in the bathroom. The designer of your house probably had that in mind I suppose. I guess that's what people did when they only had 1 toilet in their house. They resorted using whatever they can find to relieve themselves into. Keep the posts coming Mrs. Toilet Trooper.
Take care! Mr. Clogs
Marty
For Daniel
Hiya Daniel...and welcome to the site! Thanks for telling us about your pooping. It feels good when you go; doesn't it? You feel relaxed and at ease after you empty yourself....and that 14 year old energy peaks!
It sounds like your body is working as nature intended it. I hate to hear about kids being constipated all the time...and believe me...a lot of kids certainly are. A lot of boys your age don't really know what it's like to have easy soft BM's like you do.
It's good that your "body clock" is timed for an after school poop. Many kids will never poop at school (privacy and all....) and it's easy for them to get constipated if they have to hold it all day. For you; the exercise your body gets from the walk home helps to stimulate you...and you can relax at home and get it done. That's great!
Have you ever even been constipated? From your post it sounds like you might not even know what it feels like.....although I imagine that you have heard some of the kids straining to go in the school's bathroom.
Maybe you know a friend who has issues like that; you probably know kids that walk around with many days of poop inside of them....
I hope you write back. It will be good to hear from you again.
Marty
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
JOHN
Hello fellow Posters its John from the uk again. Many thanks to Brandon T and Hermes for your comments. It seems Hermes that we both experienced similar episodes, I wonder if our respective blonde ladies could perchance have been related, for example mother and daughter, lol. From experiences over the past 3 or 4 years or so it seems in a lot of smaller cafès and resturants here in the UK that unisex lavatories are becoming more common place. But the recent incident in Truro was the first such spectacular experience. Have any other UK Posters here, male and female, noticed this particular trend. Any recollections would be appreciated. Its time to go now and take care each and every one of you!Helen
Cousin poops after swimming
A number of years ago, when I was 15, I was visiting my aunt for a few days. One day while I was there, my aunt went out on a date, leaving my 18 year old cousin in charge. After we ate dinner, it was still hot, so my cousin asked if I wanted to swim in the pool. I told her I didn't bring a swimsuit and she said I didn't need one, I could just swim naked. I asked if that was okay, and she said yeah, she did it all the time, the high fences around their property prevent their neighbors from seeing anything. I said okay.
We took off our clothes and went out to the pool and swam for over an hour. When we got out, we realized we forgot to bring the towels out. So we scurried to the bathroom and began to dry off. Then my cousin said she had to poop very badly and sat down on the toilet. She farted a lot and was really stinking up the bathroom. She said sorry and asked me to turn on the fan. I did. I finished drying off and got dressed, then left the bathroom. My cousin was still pooping.
I went back to my cousin's bedroom and waited for her. About half an hour later, I heard the toilet flush and after a minute or so, it flushed again. When she came into the bedroom, I asked her if she felt better after that, and she said she really did, because she hadn't pooped in like four days.Joshua
Anyone heard from Car Mom?
Has anyone heard from Car Mom or any of the other ladies here who enjoy peeing in cars I would love to read some stories from yall again it has been a while.
Janette
2nd Accident story
Hi,
I had posted on page 2212 about my accident at work. As I've previously mentioned, I'm very accident prone. It's not like I hold too long, it just happens, I lose control very often.
This was when I was 20. Some cousin sisters and aunts were visiting, so me and my mom took them out for shopping. I was the eldest among the "girls". The other sisters were around 15. It was a plan to shop out all day. We'd left at around 9 am after breakfast. The day time session was fun. It was the after-lunch session when the problem happened. We'd had lunch at McDonalds. I had too much of the potato fries.
One hour after lunch I became very gassy. My mom and the rest decided to go to a different mall a few miles away. The urge to poop had multiplied rapidly in the past half hour. We were in the car going towards the other mall. I was talking to my aunt, telling her what I've been upto. All of a sudden, I got a rush of cramps and I stopped talking. Soft poo started coming out , into my pants. The smell rose immediately. My aunt kept asking what happened, which got everyone's attention. I was just shocked, and was still slowly filling my pants. I looked here and there randomly, not knowing what to do, I got scared. The other aunt pulled over the car to the side. My cousins also got worried and were asking what happened. I just could not bring myself to answer them. Suddenly the smell hit them. The smell and the scared look on my face told them what happened. The aunt I was talking to asked if I made in my pants. I nodded. We then drove to my house, which took 15 long minutes. Everyone was gagging. Once we reached, my cousins helped me out. My mom inspected the damage by touching my seat. It was a lot and I could feel the bulge. I was relieved of the pressure, but the embarrassment was the price to pay.
We entered the home , my dad answered the door. The moment he realized that I had soiled myself, he instinctively asked "Again?? That's the 4th this year" I could see the shock register on my aunts' and cousins' face when they heard that! It was just too embarrassing a moment.
Regards,
Janette
Anne
Out Walking with Kyra
It's Sunday afternoon, and I just witnessed a poop I absolutely must tell about!
I have a neighbor named Kyra, she is 19 years old and lives at home with her mother. Kyra likes walking every bit as much as I do and is in excellent shape. She is about 5'10" and curvy, with light blonde hair and gorgeous porcelain skin. Independent of one another we frequently go out on walks at the same time and pass each other on area streets and the nature path. I see her out in the yard often (our backyards join without a fence) and we've become great friends, the age difference seems meaningless. While talking a few days ago she proposed that we start walking together as a way to keep on track for our respective fitness goals, and I readily agreed.
This morning at ten we went for our first walk, and decided to traverse the entire distance of the path and back: four miles each way through the woods, plus a half mile from our houses, for nine miles total. We set a goal time of two and a half hours. We set out and when we reached the path beginning, we decided to use the restroom to make sure our bladders were empty for the walk. We went in, took adjoining stalls, and each had a normal pee of about 30 seconds. She wiped, I didn't.
We set off walking down the dirt and gravel path, and for an hour and a half had a pleasant conversation. I was wearing very short jean shorts and white cotton bikini panties and a purple tank top, she wore black spandex exercise tights that form-fit her shapely bottom and powerful thighs, and a white tank top. As I soon found out, she wore no panties under her spandex.
All of a sudden, she stopped walking and clutched her abdomen. "What's wrong?" I asked. She seemed hesitant to speak, then said meekly: "Anne, I have to poop so bad I can't move!" She seemed panicked and said "Oh no it's coming out I can't stop it." She then pulled down the back of her spandex and arched her back with her butt stuck out and her legs bent only slightly, as if she were mooning someone. Tears filled her eyes and she cried softly as a gigantic firm poo quicky made it's way through the gorgeous fleshy globes of her bum and hit the path with a soft thud. I was standing next to her and saw in side profile view as the poo effortlessly slid out and reached her knees in a single piece before it slipped out and fell to the ground. It was reddish brown and looked about an inch and a half wide.
She immediately pulled her spandex back up and put her arms around my neck and leaned on me as she cried. "I thought I could make it back to the restroom" she repeated a few times between sobs. "Honey, it's OK, I've had to poop walking here before too. It happens. I won't tell anyone." She looked up in to my eyes and said "Really???" I then told her of the latest such occurence that I posted about a few weeks ago, as well as about my haphazard and trecherous bowel urges. She seemed more relaxed and opened up a bit. "I don't really pay attention to how long it's been since I last went, I go only once or twice a week, and have lots of time to find a bathroom comfortably. I usually feel the urge like a half a day before I finally go." "Do you remember the last time you went?" "Um...I think tuesday...yeah...and I had a protein and fiber shake for breakfast today"
"Well there you go then!...those things will get anyone going." "Yeah, I should have known, but I wasn't even thinking about pooping, it's not an issue to me until I have to go, and I'd honestly forgotten how long it'd been since I went. "Well look on the bright side" I said, "You were full of poop and now you're not!" "I'll say!!!" she said and started laughing as the tears subsided. We kept on walking and reached the toilets a half hour later.
"I've got to go in and clean up, I bet my butt is SOOOO messy." She went in, and instead of going into a stall, took some paper towels and wetted them at the sink. She pulled down her spandex to her knees and wiped, more like washed, her butt very carefully. She inspected her spandex and they were stain-free, likely because they were so tight her cheeks never parted. Afterward she dried herself with more towels and then pulled up her spandex again. She now did not seem the slightest bit embarrased.
I had to pee again, so in a move of solidarity, I entered the stall across from her and did not close the door. We held eye contact and talked as I lowered my panties/shorts and did a semi-squatting pee with my butt about a foot and a half in the air over the bowl. I pushed and did a loud, lengthly stream into the water. It smelled very strong and I think she smelled it because I saw her noze moving in a way that indicated sniffing. Her gaze drifted and I saw her eyes fixed on my pubic hair and slightly below as she watched my stream cascade into the toilet. She had stepped forward, and was standing in the doorway of the stall, blushing and smiling.
I raised up slightly to a standing position and we looked into each other's eyes without speaking. She hugged me warmly and said "Thank you for making it even by letting me see you as you saw me." She stepped back and I pulled up my shorts and she said "Oh, you don't wipe after you pee?" I said "It depends...sometimes I do, but likely I won't." "Me too! she said enthusiastically "honestly it doesn't seem to make any differece either way...it's like a formality." We left the bathroom and walked home. We ate lunch together afterwards; her mom joined us in the backyard and my fiance grilled up some late-Summer favorites for us to enjoy.
Later this afternoon, she meekly asked me if I'd let her see me poop sometime "to make things really even." I smiled and agreed. She told me she "secretly likes watching people pee and poop" and that she and her mother always leave the door open and keep each other conmpany. She said she was glad she could be open with me about her "strange ideas." I told her there's nothing strange about it and that I'm the same way. "I think alot of girls are" she said. "We just would never admit it until we absolutely have to."
"I think you're totally right" I said and we said our goodbyes for the day and agreed to walk together again a few days from now.Jasmin K
Constipation update
Hi Back at school now and so far managing to poo each morning, although sometimes have the full feeling afterwards that I mentioned in my last post.
Abbie - it was good to read your post, its true that there are not many UK posters on here.
My sis started secondary school, same school as I am attending, so I am there if she needs help but so far no teasing or bullying re her soiling problems, the special knickers she has seem to be good and not noticible to others,that said she hasnt had a full blown accident as yet, hopefully she wont do.
Jas K
Mrs. Toilet Trooper
Mahogany Logs
Hello. It's Ebony with another shituation. Despite me living in a suburban neighbourhood, my house only has one latrine because, apparently, whomever designed this house truly believed just because we have one ass, we only need one latrine to cater to our one ass. This Sunday morning, I awaked with the intense urge to empty my bladder attacking my mid-section, and the intense urge to empty ass attacking my lower body, with the turd clogging my bootyhole and causing my entire abdomen pain. Fidgeting, I walked to the latrine door, closed with the light on. I knocked on the door. "Who is it?" My 14-year-old sister Mahogany asked. I never mentioned Mahogany before because she was never involved in any memorial shituations, but now's the perfect time to introduce her. She spent the weekend at my house, full of crap, literally. "It's me, Ebony," I said. "Hurry up. I gotta use the latrine, bad." "Okay." She replied. "But I'm going to be in here for a while." The latrine was odour-free and, other than her voice, quiet. "How long have you been in there?" I asked. "For about 30 minutes. I've been constipated for about two weeks." "Did you take anything that could help you go? I have plenty of prune juice." "Ew, no. That's nasty." She said, grunting without any results. "How long do you think would be in there?" She grunted again, attempting to push out a log, but no splash or anything sounded.
"Did anything come out?" "No," she said, frustrated. "And I'll be in here about another 30 minutes." "Damn, girl. You need to hurry. Other people have asses too." I said. She laughed. "Oh, and I took some prescription laxative, polyethylene glycol about two days ago and the results should kick in. I want to be on the toilet while it happens." "Okay, good luck." I said. "However, if you do see results, if you blast your asshole all over my latrine, you're cleaning it up." She laughed lightly. "Okay, whatever Ebony." She said. Because time passed chatting with my little sister, my urges grew more powerful, which might have resulted in me committing an act of accidental terrorism in my panties. When I returned to my bedroom, I gathered a clean pink plastic pan, rectangular shaped, from my closet given to me at the hospital almost two years ago when I delivered my daughter. I removed my panties, leaving me in just a white tanktop, placed the pan in my bedroom's centre, and squatted above it. With the turd already poking out my bootyhole slightly, I pushed with little effort, causing the tiny peaking turd to grow about eight inches long while it hit the bottom of the pan along with a lake of golden piss. Stanky Leviathan, slightly coiled and about 10 inches long, was medium-brown and smooth.
A powerful shit odour, much more intense than the odours emitted while in the toilet, burnt my nose while the odour seeped rapidly through my bedroom. I gathered some air freshener and plugged it into the socket. When I returned to the pink pan and squatted, with the smell kicking the shit out my nose, my stomach slightly ached while I reacted upon my second urge, pushing another turd about halfway measuring maybe 5 inches that was the same composition as the previous one. To prevent this one from coiling, I raised my ass a bit and pushed. The turd slowly grew an additional 5 inches or so before it hit the bottom of the pan in a straight line atop the other turd. Due to the air freshener, the bedroom smelt similar to pleasant perfume combined with hog ass, not a good combination. When I thought the madness ended, another painful urge attacked my lower body. I pushed upon it, and my stomach muscles automatically forced it out the moment it took just a small peak out my bootyhole, and revealed itself as much smaller than its big turdy siblings. Afterwards, I analysed my production, revealing a giant coiled, smooth ten-inch brown turd on the bottom, mounted by another ten-incher of the same composition on the top with a smooth, brown 4-inch turd next to both in a deep golden piss puddle. When I finished, I thought to myself, "Oh shit! ????! I need something to wipe my asshole with now!"
I put on my panties, hid the pan under the bed for the time being, and went to the kitchen, where I gathered some Viva paper towels, the strongest kitchen towels ever, perfect for cleaning anal crime scene evidence. When I returned to the bedroom with the paper towels, I squatted over the pan again and wiped my equipment about six times, with all the soiled paper dropped into the pan. I slipped on some shorts and tossed the pan in the pavement trashcan. When I washed my hands, my parents pulled up and honked their horn to get Mahogany for church. Mahogany was already exiting the latrine, a brown-skinned girl with medium-length dreads, looking like a miniature version of yours truly. "Bye, Ebony." She said, waving. "Bye, and have fun," I said. However, another powerful shit smell attacked my nostrils, so I went to the latrine, and without exaggeration, a giant turd, dark brown and bumpy, which likely measured about 18 feet, clogged the toilet's drain and nearly poked out the whole damn toilet. I rushed outside while Mahogany was getting to the van. "Mahogany! You better not leave that turd in my toilet! Come fix this!" She giggled shamefully. "Sorry about that," she said. I taught her what I learned in my story "2 Girls, 1 Mirror." She chopped the turd with an old curtain hanger, and it flushed perfectly. "Don't do that shit again." I said. "Sorry." She said, giggling nervously. She then headed to church, where she can learn terrorising her sister's toilet is sinful.
Lisa
porta-potty at a health fair
The health fair was held outside. There was some type of scent in the porta-potty. It wasn't overpowering. The right amount of scent was added so that I couldn't smell anything else. All that I could see in the "toilet" was toilet paper. I was pleasantly surprised. It had been a while since I had been in a porta-potty.
Chris
Hey Daniel I really liked your post and was wondering if you have ever pooped outside and if do so would be willing to share your stories with usMr. Clogs
Mrs. Toilet Trooper post
Thank you for answering my question I had posted a while ago and I salute you LT Toilet Trooper :). You're are one of my favorite posters too :). Not to many of us on this site if you know what I mean and interested in each others bathroom habits. I liked how you answered the question with a story/experiment as well. I see you like those McDonald's cups especially the large ones, they generally hold a nice load of liquid. Perfect scientific experimentation to see how much you can pee and what color and odor each time you pee into the cup. There was one you experiment where it was golden yellow and smelt like popcorn fresh from the movie theater. The other experiment was cool when you drank 8 glass of ice water and peeing a full clear stream into the cup. You mentioned about the dark rum when you peed, it had a smell of rum. I'm glad my question sparked a scientific experiment. I'll tune into more of your posts and I'll keep experimenting in my lab I mean bedroom. Take care.
Tyler
When I was a young boy, I'd stay over at my best friend's house at least one weekend every month. We'd spent most of our time in the basement, where his and his sister's rooms were at.
The first time I stayed over, I learned that his sister Jennifer often didn't close the door fully when she went to the bathroom. I found this out when I walked in on her while she was peeing. I quickly apologized and left the bathroom, but I still remember those brief seconds even now. She had her legs spread and I could see pee flowing from her womanhood which had a patch of hair.
Surprisingly, even after being walked in on, she still many times left the door open just a crack. I definitely didn't mind it because I got to listen at the door in the mornings. I am a morning pooper, and it seemed that every time I stayed over, she'd be in the bathroom when I had to go, and I'd have to wait. She'd usually pee for a good while, then blast several loud farts, let out a short grunt and there would be a heavy splash. She'd remain silent for a bit, grunt again and another big splash, then sometimes she'd have a few farts at the end, before rolling off paper.
Anyway, that's all I have for now. Bye guys.
Shana
Squat poopster
So, this morning I woke up at 6.00, with an urge to poo.
I got out of bed, and went to the bathroom, and squatted on top of the toilet.
I peed for about 30 seconds, relaxed my butt, and my anus came out a litle, my sign of something coming. :-P
After about two minutes, I released a slow and wet fart.
My anus clenched, and came out again, waiting for more.
A minute later, I released two more farts, both wet.
I clenched and relaxed once again.
Another minute later, I released just another wet fart again, clenched and relaxed.
There moreminutes later, I let go of two more wet farts, and squatted a little deeper. I peed a little more, for about 10 secs, and another 30 secs later, a medium sized turd slid out, followed by one of the wettest farts I ever experienced.. LOL..
I remaned squatted for another 3 minutes, ans farted two more times, before wiping.
Bye! XXX
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Elena
Night poop
Last night I was laying in bed on my moms laptop when I got the urge to poop. I sat for a bout an hour and farted until I got up to go to the the bathroom. I went around the corner and into the bathroom hallway. It was about 8:00 and really dark. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I turned on the lights and turned to the toilet. I walked over to it and opened the lid. I turned around and slid my pajama pants to my knees and sat down. I relaxed and waited for 10 minuets. I felt like relaxing for this one and just sat there. I could feel the pressure on my butt and quickly sucked in. I relaxed again and ignored the tingling pressure. I farted and it guided out until it reached the middle when it stopped and I peed. I then pushed a little and a huge fart burst out of anus letting the log out. I wipes and flushed.Hermes
An unexpected encounter in the cafe
Hi All
Love all your posts as ever.Hope you are OK.
The post from John, reminds me of what happened a month ago.
I was visiting a town in southern England and I noticed a cafe
offering cream teas.
I had a pleasant snack, but could not help noticing a young blonde woman, who wore spectacles and was smartly turned out in a light grey jacket and short skirt. I noticed that she was looking through a brochure for a local company which I myself have dealt with, and noticed her CV (resume) on the table.
She seemed nervous and was fidgeting about -maybe preparing for an interview? After I had finished I was about to use the toilet at the back.
These were through an inner door and were one cubicle for male and one for female.
I saw her pay and run into the back of the cafe to get to the toilets.
I had need to pee myself, so I through the outer door and noticed that the female toilet had the door indicator showing engaged.
I went into the Gents alongside and noticed the swishing sound, through the wall of the blonde woman peeing furiously.
I then heard an unexpectedly loud and long PARRRRRRPP as she farted and the trumpet-like blast from her bottom reverberated around the pan.There was then a well spaced out SPLISH_SPLASH-SPLOOSSHH, as a little soft poo was followed by a larger soft poo and then finishing with a larger poo again.
There was another period of quiet followed by a
PAAAARRRRPPPPP! and then a well spaced out SPLASH-SPLASH-SPLASH,as another trumpeting fart issued from her bottom, followed by three soft poos falling slowly out of her anus.
There was a period of quiet of at least a minute. This was followed by a unexpectedly desperate sounding poo from the blonde woman, which took me by surprise.
It started with a loud raspy trumping PAAARRRRPPPPPP as she farted, and immediately did a lot of soft poos, with loud trapped trumpeting farts in between the poos.
This made a SPLASHSPLASHSPLASHSPLASH-PAAAAARRRRRRRRPPPP_SPLASH_SPLASH_SPLASH_PAAAARRRRPP_SPLASH-SPLASH-SPLASH-PARRP-SPLASHSPLASHSPLASH-PAAARRRRRPPP-SPLASH_SPLASH_SPLOSH-SPLASH!!
The loud trumping farts, reverberating around the toilet as well as the toilet bowl, and the urgent splashings of the blonde pooing so desperately and noisily made such a racket that the rest of the cafe must have heard the blonde on the toilet. It was pretty deafening and nerve wracking in the cubicle next door anyway. I felt sorry for the poor woman, and could only hope her bowels had calmed down by the interview, and that she got the job.This isn't the first time I have come across "pre-interview nerves" and there are other similar stories I could tell. .
There was a period of quiet followed by the rattle of the toilet roll holder as she started to wipe her bottom. I thought it wise to leave at that point, otherwise the other diners might have though it was me..
Bye for now - keep those posts coming
x HermesHappy Dude
Pissperiments
To Mrs. Toilet Trooper:
Your posts always have me dying of laughter with your choice wording and vocabulary. Keep up the good job!! As for performing Pissperiments, there are a few easy ones to try. Eating asparagus will INSTANTLY change the odor of urine and for an extended time, almost to the point you wonder why you ate it in the first place. Pineapples will do the same but winds up with a pleasant sweet smell. Let us all know what you try!
Happy PeeingBrie
Outdoor poop
Hi guys :) it's Brie again.
Yesterday I went for a long hike with my boyfriend. I'd had a big breakfast and halfway into the trail I started to feel like a really big poop was coming on. I let out a small fart and we kept walking. About 5 minutes later I felt things start moving so I told my boyfriend we had to stop. He asked why, and I said, "I'm about to have a massive poop." We went off the trail a bit and found a spot behind some bushes. I took off my shorts and panties, and squatted. Some pee gushed out for about 20 seconds. Then I could feel the poop starting. I grabbed my boyfriend's hand and pushed. He said, "I can see the tip coming out," and I grunted and pushed harder. Finally it started to slide out and it opened my little hole so big it hurt. It took like 6 minutes but finally the turd popped out and there was a big brown pile on the ground. I peed some more, used a Kleenex to wipe myself and put on my clothes and we went home.
That's all for now! I appreciate feedback. Love you guys!
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Elena as always another great story it sounds like you had a pretty good night poop and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Cara first welcome to the site and great story im glad your not contipated anymore and it sounds like yopur mom would fit right in here maybe one day she may come across this site who knows and I look forward to anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Anne as always another great story it sounds like your husband really enjoyed your poop hes so lucky and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Annie as always another great story it sounds like you had a good cleanout I bet you felt great and a little lighter afterwards and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Megan as always another great story it sounds like you and that other girl both had good poops and I bet you both felt good afterwards to and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: JOHN great story about you hearing that woman pooping it sounds like she really had to go and maybe you will hear her again if so please post about it thanks.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Marty
For Daniel
Hiya Daniel...and welcome to the site! Thanks for telling us about your pooping. It feels good when you go; doesn't it? You feel relaxed and at ease after you empty yourself....and that 14 year old energy peaks!
It sounds like your body is working as nature intended it. I hate to hear about kids being constipated all the time...and believe me...a lot of kids certainly are. A lot of boys your age don't really know what it's like to have easy soft BM's like you do.
It's good that your "body clock" is timed for an after school poop. Many kids will never poop at school (privacy and all....) and it's easy for them to get constipated if they have to hold it all day. For you; the exercise your body gets from the walk home helps to stimulate you...and you can relax at home and get it done. That's great!
Have you ever even been constipated? From your post it sounds like you might not even know what it feels like.....although I imagine that you have heard some of the kids straining to go in the school's bathroom.
Maybe you know a friend who has issues like that; you probably know kids that walk around with many days of poop inside of them....
I hope you write back. It will be good to hear from you again.
Marty
Natasha
Yesterday, my friend Bethany and I were walking home from school together. She said she really needed a poo. I said I did too and asked if she wanted to stop somewhere. Then she said she could make it to her place if we hurried.
We ran the rest of the way to her place and made a beeline for the toilet. Unfortunately, the door was closed. She knocked and her dad answered that he was having a poo and would be quite a while. So we headed to their other bathroom but that one was taken too. Her sister was in there and thankfully she told us she was almost done. We waited outside the door for a few minutes, but it felt like hours. Bethany was holding her bum with both hands and looked about five seconds from filling her pants.
Finally, her sister came out and we rushed in. The bathroom smelled heavily of poo already but we had to go too bad, especially Bethany, to care. Within seconds, she had her pants at her ankles and was plopping away. She sighed and said "Ohh just barely made it." Between Bethany pooing and me farting a lot, barely holding my own poo back, plus Bethany's sister had done a poo before we even came in, it was smelling really awful in the bathroom, so I turned on the fan. It helped some, but not enough.
Watching Bethany poo only made me have to go more and soon I was holding my bum too. I was glad that Bethany had a quick poo and she was done in probably five minutes. She wiped her bum a bunch of times and flushed. Before the toilet was even done flushing, I had sat down and a poo was hanging out of my bum.
It felt so good to finally be able to poo. I sat and had a gone poo taking maybe ten minutes before I was finished. I wiped but not as many times as Bethany had then I flushed. We washed our hands and exited the stink box of a bathroom post-haste, leaving the fan running to maybe help air it out.
Desperate to poop
Lakeside walk and Poop
As it was another lovely day I went for another walk at one our lakes and nature reserve. Had a lovely walk, and was recovering from a hangover. Shortly before the walk I'd gone for a quick poop and had only had to wait for a toilet to become free as there was no queue.
When I came back off my walk, my stomach was doing somersaults and I needed to go again. Unfortunately this time queue of 6 for the 2 toilets. 1 gent, a lady in a wheelchair with a gent, and 3 more ladies.
It wasn't long before the gent got in, as a young lady came out, and he was out quite soon which allowed the gent to help wheel the lady in her 50's/60's in. He then waited outside whilst she had a poo (I assume from the time in there). Not long after she went in the other toilet came free and a gent came out to be replaced by a lady in her 40's. For about five minutes both toilets were occupied. My need was increasing and I had to hold my stomach slightly. I had the remains of a headache too. Just then the lady in the wheelchair came out and the other lady replaced her, a young 20 yr old. She just needed to pee and she came out allowing the final lady in her 50's to go in.
By now there was 4 more behind me and I was getting pretty desperate. Finally the cucible opened up and I hurried in to a rather stinky but lifesaving toilet. I plonked my butt on the toilet seat and immediately a hot runny hangover poop. The relief was immense as the hot shit flowed out. I continued to have a few more servings by which time I had been on 4 or 5 mintues. I wiped up a messy backside and a very moist front, flushed and left very relieved.
Happy Pooping
xx
Abbie
Back to school...
Hi everyone, Abbie here again with an update for you.
Megan- thanks for your reply about your experiences of having a poo at school. In answer to your question yes, I have pooed there a couple of times since starting back and thought I post quickly about the last time I had to go which was on Thursday.
I'm still getting in early and trying to have a poo before the school day starts, at that time the only toilets open are the ones by the canteen. I'm in 6th form but the loos in our 6th form block are totally gross and no-one ever uses them! We complained last year and the school said they were going to sort them out but they still haven't done anything about it. That means we end up having to use the toilets situated by the different subject departments, which can be a bit awkward as anyone can use them so you might be on the loo next to a girl in Year 7 or Year 8! My favourite ones which I use during the day are the English block ones, they're quite small and really new and clean. Anyway, on Thursday morning after I got to school I went straight to the loo, I didn't really feel like I wanted a poo but I hadn't been for a couple of days and my belly was starting to feel a bit tight, so I thought a relaxed sit on the toilet wouldn't do any harm. A couple of girls who'd been on my bus came in too. I got a cubicle straight away and locked the door, then pulled down my skirt and orange knickers and sat on the loo. I had a bit of a wee and then pushed a few times, but nothing seemed ready to come so I wiped, pulled my knickers and skirt back up and flushed. By lunchtime I had developed quite a strong need for a poo and didn't want to put it off, so I went to the English block loos and waited, there was quite a long queue of mostly older girls. It took a while to get a cubicle, I guess because these are some of the nicest loos a lot of girls use them when they need a poo. Eventually a cubicle was free and I went in and locked the door, I quickly tugged my skirt and knickers down because I could feel the tip of my poo starting to come out and I didn't want to end up with skidmarks. As I sat down I felt the poo sliding slowly out without me needing to push, but then it started to get fatter so I knew I would have to start pushing. I looked down at my knickers and had managed to get away without any marks, as I took a deep breath and bore down my gaze went under the partition into the next cubicle and I saw my neighbours skirt and yellow knickers at her feet. I realised she was pooing as well when I heard some plops coming from her cubicle. By now I had pushed the widest part through, it hadn't actually been too bad and I'd got away without grunting which was good. Shortly after it splashed down into the bowl and I sighed with releaf, I finished with a wee and then took some toilet paper to wipe my bum. When I was done I pulled up my skirt and knickers and flushed before going out to wash my hands. I spent the rest of the day feeling a lot lighter! Hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!!
PN
A couple of comments
Heidi-- bummer about the unsatisfactory toilets at work! The last time I can remember seeing a bidet was in my grandparents' old house. (Aside from the one scene in the movie Crocodile Dundee.)
zip-- I remember squat toilets from one trip to Italy. I never really got used to them. And then in Greece they have lots of signs telling you not to put paper in the toilets-- you're supposed to put it in a little receptacle next to it instead. I had trouble getting myself to actually do that.PDX
HEY ALL,
Just have a story for all of you. I work in an office building and today we had the water turned off for bout 2+ hours or so.. I had to pee, I just went and peed but didn't flush.. I'm wondering how many guys had to take their morning dump and couldn't and had to hold it.. I mean they be killin that bathroom in the morning and i know some of them had to poop and had to wait..
I wonder who sat in their chair at their desk squirming, squeezing and waiting for the bathroom to open up...Their butt hole quivering tryin to hold it in.. I would kill to see which guys ran to the bathrooms to drop a load soon as it opened up.. I bet it was great..Hope you all enjoyed.
Talk soon