Being ordered to go in front of someone else
I have a question for people here. When you were little, did your parent or an adult in charge of you make you use the toilet when someone could see you?
When I was 6, me, my mom, and my 4 year old little brother were out with our aunt and 16 year old cousin. We'd had McDonalds before we went shopping and it made my stomach upset, so I told my mom I needed to go. Even though I was a girl and old enough to go on my own, she told my cousin to take me and my brother so we could both go and her and my aunt could keep shopping. He took us into one of those single use bathrooms that only have one toilet. Even though I was uncomfortable, my stomach hurt so much that I still went and ended up pooping in front of two boys.
A few times, my mom made me use a women's bathroom that didn't have stall doors. I always seemed to lock eyes with at least one person during those trips.
Miranda
Homeroom bathroom duo
This happened like a couple of weeks ago. Me and my friend Keerthna both approached our sub in homeroom, a 10-minute period for announcements and socialization, for a hall pass for the bathroom. She had only one left in the book so she put both our names on it. Keerthna, who I've known since like 2nd grade when she opened a toilet door on me and bruised up my knee, had downed the largest coffee on the way to school. She said her bladder was about to explode. I usually crap every morning or two at school, but both of the bathrooms I tried before school were jammed up so I held my crap in until after the bell.
Keerthna was a few feet ahead of me in the hall, saying she was worried about wetting her new white designer jeans. I made a joke about us being adults now and not in grade school where we were treated with almost military-style discipline. We knew this girl who could never remember to flush. Our teacher caught her leaving an unflushed toilet and for a week required her to go back after we left the toilets on bathroom break and personally flush each and every one of them, even if they hadn't been used by anyone in our class.
Keerthna stepped up into the bathroom entrance ahead of me. There were about 10 toilets all in a row. Each had an occupant, even the three that had no door. This one girl as she sat had her head down between her knees and I wondered if she was asleep. Finally, a door opened, a girl who looked to be a freshman walked out still pulling up her jeans, and sure enough she had not flushed. She had even missed the bowl with one fist of wiping paper. Keerthna flipped it into the bowl and I leaned over and flushed it as Keerthna had trouble latching the door and then with the three buttons to drop her new jeans with. She and I have shared toilets several times in public and at each others houses.
No big deal. Keerthna has some of the best clothing. Her silk undies are to die for! She tore them down as she dropped herself directly onto the seat. Her torrential wee started immediately and pounded into the water. As I stood there above her she seemed a bit agitated. I tried to joke with her by saying things like "Well you made it again" and "At least you're not on fire," a reference to a time during our first month as freshmen when she said she had to shit her brains out and sat on the hot ashes a smoker had left on the black seat. She has a scar the size of a quarter on her left bottom thigh.
Keerthna's pee went for more than a minute. She moved and it seemed like she was done, but then her stream started up again for another 20 seconds or so. I threw a couple of bad words at her, she flipped me off and told me to rotate on it, and then she did a quick wipe as we were laughing. I had dropped my jeans, tattered and not up to the level of hers and my white underwear. She was playfully slow in surrendering her seat, even though I'm sure the smell of the gas I was blasting was getting to her. I hit the flusher to get her up and off the toilet. I got onto the almost hot seat just before the first of my banana-sized logs would have thudded to the cement floor. I rocked forward with my hands cupping my knees to get the second one out.
Keerthna started to pull off toilet paper for me. I was spreading my legs to use it when we heard knuckles against the door. It was one of the assistant principals and we could tell by her stern voice we were in trouble. I was wiping while Keerthna opened the door and exposed me sitting there. When I came out, after quickly flushing, the AP took our ID cards, assigned us to a Saturday detention, while quoting the handbook like some people quote the Bible. So me and Keerthna know how we're going to spend our Saturday morning next week. We just hope she doesn't notify our parents. Mine will be a lot more understanding than Keerthna's.Taylor
Pooping with my history teacher
I was at a very special event today. My old school was demolished a couple of years after I left at 16 and completely rebuilt and modernised, all former pupils were invited to an open evening which included a full tour of the new building and two presentations along with the chance to catch up with friends and past teachers. Of course I attended wearing a nice skirt and t-shirt and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Before the first presentation I bumped into my former history teacher, Rachel. She was my favourite teacher EVER! Funny, kind, very intelligent and so so helpful. I loved seeing her again and talking to her. We had talked a lot before I left so it ws amazing. I was absolutely bursting for a wee and it was about time for my evening poop too so figuring Rachel knew the school a lot better than I did because she still worked there, I asked her where the bathrooms were. I was expecting some directions "Go through that door, down the stairs and they're on the left" but instead she said "I need to go too, come on, I'll show you where the staff toilets are. They'll be quieter"
I followed her through the maze like corridors and after about a minute we arrived at the staff toilets. It was a unisex affair with two stalls and two sinks, spotless though! We took a stall each and I reached under my skirt, pulling my knickers down to my calves before bunching up my skirt and taking a seat. After only a couple of seconds I started a strong stream that hissed noisily against the front of the bowl, and sighed audibly moments later, I'm sure Rachel would have been able to hear it. It felt so good to finally empty my bladder. I could hear a tinkle coming from Rachel's stall as she peed too, clearly not needing it as much as me, she went for about 15 seconds before it slowed to a halt. I kept peeing, my stream showing no signs of stopping and after a few seconds I heard a quiet splash. I wasn't the only person needing to poop! I heard another splash as my stream died off and a few seconds later I was opened up by my poop coming out. I loved the experience of pooping with one of my former teachers, especially because she was doing the same as well. My poop was soft but firm and easily made its way out of me, I could just relax and enjoy it. It soon fell into the bowl with a little splash and I heard another from Rachel. I heard toilet paper being reeled off as I opened up again, another soft piece quickly coming out of me. It joined the other one in the bowl and I felt empty so I started cleaning up. Reaching between my legs to wipe my front as Rachel flushed her toilet and then using three pieces for my behind. Once all clean I flushed and stood up, pulling up my knickers at the same time and smoothed out my skirt before joining her at the sinks. Rachel had a smile on her face but mine was so much bigger. I had really, really enjoyed what I had just done. Once we finished washing our hands she led me back to the hall and we spent a little while talking to each other before the next presentation. We exchanged details so we could meet up in the future for a coffee or something so there might be another story with her.
Best day ever!
toilet posture
quote "forgive me if this has been discussed before, but I'll bring it up once more. how do u prefer to sit on the toilet for a dump? I personally like to sit as far back on the seat as I can if I have plenty of time to take my poop. if I'm pressed for time, I have found that leaning forward tends to produce quicker and more complete results. by the way, my toilet at home is elongated. when I poop using a round toilet I feel a little cramped. therefore, I will lean forward to try to finish faster. plus I don't like round toilets as much because they don't leave much room for my equipment. thanks, weird guy " quote
weird guy:
If I'm not in a hurry & can take my time I will be back on the seat, if I need to move things along as it were I lean forward with my arms round my knees as if I were using a squat type toilet, this makes for better & quicker elimination.
The longer seat with gap front are better as well giving more room for my penis.
Paul S
Hi Katie
Katie; Did people ever know that you Pooped yourself in Highscool? Did you ever have a Major accident? Did you go to the Nurse or have to get sent home? Can you tell the story? What did people say? Any Teasing or Nicknames? I also Pooped in my Pants a couple of times in Middle and Highschool.kermit
Two small stories and a need
Hi all,
reading the last posts reminded me on a story a long time ago. I were in my girlfriends town and we ate some pizza at a restaurant. It was a tuna pizza and there must have been something wrong with that because when eating some ice cream a hour later I had diaria and had to stink up the men's toilet therel. No accident only a long session on the toilet and the staff dropped my half eaten ice cream since they thought that we left without paying. I had to poop again at my girls flat again but then that pizza was out and every thing was fine again.
This afternoon I was a little late on work and wanted already being home. But I had to pee and poop quite urgently. It was my third poop and this was the biggest. so I went into my favorite single mens bathroom and sat down. The poop came first and when I have to poop urgently the pee has to wait a bit. After ten minutes the bowl was loaded with a big poo and a full bladder of urine. So I went home even later but emptied and satisfied.
Here they seem to install only urinals in the male toilets but no pee walls. But I am longing for the possibility to pee against a piss wall!! Isn't that longing strange? Sometimes I think that the girls have a disadvantage since they normally don't have the coice between an urinal or a normal toilet.
Kermit
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Constiguy
Victoria and constipation help
I would never get involved in another's BMs unless the involvement was invited. There is one vital issue in that straining too hard can give one piles but worse people have passed out under such circumstances and some have suffered a stroke. I have had a few occasions where I have had a very hard movement evacuated with the help of a therapist . Digital stimulation with plenty of lubricant and pushing whilst gloved finger has nserted does the trick.... also the therapist sees that I take it slower and gives encouragement. Such is my experience.
Katie
Other Accidents
Hi! My name is Katie and I am 19 yrs old. I recently posted a story about an accident I had at community college and said that I would also post the stories of the other accidents I've had, so here they are.
The first accident I remember having was at the beginning of 1st grade, when I was 6 years old. At the beginning of each day was play time. On this day, I felt the need to poop, but I didn't want to stop playing, so I lifted up my butt slightly and let it go. A big, soft turd slowly went into my panties and overalls. When it was done, I just sat down in it and continued playing. I didn't think it smelled that bad, but when the class gathered for circle time, one of the classroom aids pulled me aside and asked me if I had had an accident. When I told her I had, she took me by the hand to the nurse, who cleaned me up and gave me a pullup to wear for the rest of the day.
Throughout elementary school, I would frequently pee in my panties while playing outside if I was wearing a skirt because I didn't want to stop playing, whether that be at home, at the park, or during recess at school. My panties were cotton so they dried quickly, and as far as I know, no one ever noticed.
The next major poop accident I remember having was when I was 10 years old in 4th grade. People always said that it wasn't cool to use the school bathrooms after 3rd grade, and one day, I really had to poop. I was holding it all day, and by recess, the need had gotten really bad. When I got outside, my stomach was hurting so much that I didn't want to go onto the playground equipment. So I just stood by the brick wall, intending to just hold it until we got back inside, but my body had other plans. I got hit with a huge cramp that caused me to double over and a huge solid turd slid into my panties. I was so embarrassed that I just stood there for the rest of recess. When we went back inside, I slipped away to the bathroom to clean up, which luckily was pretty easy.
I had another poop accident in 7th grade and was my first accident in middle school. Something I ate for lunch didn't agree with me and I ended up loading my panties with hot, mushy poop only a few minutes after eating it. I was wearing a skirt so luckily there was no stain or bulge that made it obvious that I pooped myself. I went to the bathroom and pulled my panties down, revealing that my white cotton panties were filled with a pile of semi-solid poop with a heavy brown stain on the inside and outside. Looking back, I should have just flushed them down the toilet, but I cleaned them the best I could (which wasn't great) and put them back on and went to my next class. But when I was walking up the stairs, a boy noticed my stained panties and yelled out, "Katie pooped her panties!" Before I knew what was happening, everybody was laughing at me. Holding back tears, I ran to the nurse and told her I was sick, and she called my mom to come pick me up. I told my mom what happened and I didn't go back to school for the rest of the week.
My first accident in high school was while playing soccer freshman year. I was hit really in the stomach by a player on the other team, which caused me to fill my panties and soccer shorts instantly with a huge turd. I then fell over, smooshing the turd all over my butt when I hit the ground. I got off the field and asked my coach if I could go to the bathroom, which she agreed, and I cleaned up there and eventually went back to the game.
Also, sometimes when it was raining at practice and I needed to pee, I would just pee in my shorts since they were already wet from the rain anyway. I don't know if anyone knew, but a couple times I heard some other girls saying that they did it too.
Lastly, I often had accidents throughout high school in the hallway between classes because I had an annoying habit of waiting until the last minute. 90% of the time my BMs are solid, so I would just slip into the bathroom and clean up with just minor stains in my panties.
Well, that's all the stories I have today. Bye!Victoria B.
Anna's question and one of my own
Hey!
Anna from Austria asked about pooping habits and whether or not we're comfortable doing both in public. My answer is yes; I love pooping and I'll do it whenever the urge strikes. Our number twos are a part of ring human so I figure that we might as well embrace them by finding pleasure and humor in the bottoms of our bodies!
My second is more of a hypothetical situation. I was peeing between classes when someone two stalls away from me was clearly struggling with the dump of her life. I heard moans, sharp intakes of breath, buttcheeks adjusted on the seat, and (after I peeked below the partition) a pair of snowy boots up on their toes. I seriously considered staying and asking the poor thing if she needed help but I had a paper to present in my seminar that started within five minutes. What would you have done? Have you ever needed or given help to someone when they were constipated in a public bathroom?
Love,
Snowbound Victoria!
Apc
Quick reply
Matt C- Thanks glad t be here
And to answer your question I wipe standing up so yh I'm already standing when I flush so I watch it go down. Plus it often doesn't go so I have to confirm it goes down else I meet it staring back at me the next time.
Icy
I blame the button
In my last post I talked briefly about wardrobe malfunctions. I asked cuz I was reminded recently when I had a close call that when you get really dang desperate, your hands might get skaky. And if u wearing something tight that may become a problem. Recently that amost caused me to wet my pants in public, but luckily I only had a small spurt dampen my boxers.
That being said, I wasn't sure if I wanted to share this story but decided... yeah sure. So when I was in 2nd grade or so I hated using the school bathrooms. The locks hardly ever worked, the lights sometimes flickered out(scared of the dark of course), and it wasn't very clean either. So naturally, when I really had to go poop in the middle of the day, I just held it the whole day. Now my uniform pants were dark blue slacks, and I hated them too because of the buttons. It always took me forever to wrestle out of them. So much so I'd asked my mom on several occasions to help me out of them when she got home so I could finally use the bathroom. So on this day, I'd held it for hours, and my grandma picked my brother and I up from school. When she dropped us off home, my brother went for the gaming consol, and I went for the restroom right away. But again, I stood there for what felt like an hour(was more like 5 minutes) trying to get that button undone. When I realized I only had a few more seconds before I lost it all, I started trying to force them down my legs by shimmying then down bit by bit. But that didn't work in the slightest. Too tight, too long waiting, I couldn't stop. Without resistance, I started filling my pants. Even more embarrasseing was that I while I kept pooping, I was still trying to get the button off. About halfway into messing myself I got a small break and tugged with all my might... AND THE BUTTON BROKE OFF. All that straining got the mess moving again so instinctively I sat down on the toilet, now just wearing my half-full Batman briefs, and started going again. Idk what I thought I was accomplishing but I definitely didn't hold anything back. It was pretty firm so it didn't stain, but still. If anyone looked at me, they'd without a doubt in the world have know that this kid had a magor accident in his pants. I cleaned myself up afterwards and I remember that I got away with it. I believe my wetting accidents were still common enough for me to have been wearing pull ups at night (I still remember waking up soaked vividly) and all I'm all that accident did not help my moral with my bladder.
Icy~Paul S.
To Katie
Katie.
I also pooped in my pants a few times at school. When you did it at Soccer. Did people know? Also you said that it was your first one in High School. What were the other times? Were you ever teased or called names for the Accidents? Hope people were understanding.
Taylor
Reply to Anna
I have no issues whatsoever about using a public toilet, no matter what my needs are. If I need a #2 while I'm out I will go to a bathroom and relieve myself, even if I could have easily made it home and used my own bathroom. I couldn't care less if people hear me or know what I'm doing :)
Rose
To Anna from Austria,
I absolutely can understand being poop-shy in public. I think I might have been when I was younger, at one point. Now, however, I'm with you; I have no problem dropping logs in public.
Part of that comes from the fact that I tend to take larger number 2s sometimes, and my toilet at home isn't the most powerful flush. So I actually do the inverse of many people, where I try to poop more often in public because I know the stronger public toilets will be able to swallow down anything I could feed them!Mina[ppe]
To Anna (from Austria)
I answer your question. Hisae is like you, when she wants to go, she just go, where she is isn't matter. She can go anywhere and in front of anybody. Department store, cafe, park, cinema, anywhere OK! She want to go, she enter first loo that she find, lock door, bare bottom, sit on loo seat with bump sound, push, plop, plop, plop, until finish, wash, wipe, pull up jeans and go out of loo. If a woman says with looking in her direction, that woman is dirty woman she just did a poo, Hisae shrug her shoulder, look at woman with eyes saying "one day when you have emergency you will be dirty woman. Just You Wait," like Eliza Doolittle sang to Professor Higgins in movie, My Fair Lady.
Kazuko is same, but maybe a bit more gentle her style. She can do number 2 anywhere too, except her home when her mother shouting to her outside of the door. And she doesn't care if woman in next cubicle can hear her 10 or 15 plops. She do more and more until she empty.
Maho seems that she never need to do motions in public loo. But she says, if she wants to do, she will do, so she is also same. And I am like Maho. But I have emergency sometimes but Maho doesn't have. Recent story was my big emergency. But I talked about it happily with strange young girl name is Moemi. Even we giggled, when we went into loo second time, because when I went in she already there and doing big noises, so I said her through the wall, "I also have to go again!" and we giggle, and then when our bottom make noise we giggle more. I didn't feel shame. Everyone do motions! It is normal thing.
After I an Moemi finish second big motion, I said her, "do you feel better after doing so much takusan?" (takusan means a lot.) She said, yes she felt good. She didn't go red her face. And gave me beautiful smile.
If I am with you Anna, and we both are drunk and talk easy, I don't feel despise thing like some women I hear about. I am very shock sometimes after read this site, some woman say it is sin to do motions in public loo. You do motions is normal, I do motions is normal. Loo exist because we have to wee and do motions!! Do motions ( a lot of motions is the best!) is good for health, and avoid or keep back in bottom is very bad for health.
Love, Mina + 3
P.S. To the person with no name who said, don't be hard to yourself Mina. Thank you for you said so sweet kind things. My English is mediocre very much, but I enjoy to write ( especially I enjoy to write about motions!!), so I am happy you read with smile and no yawn,and say gleeful. Thank you! Love, MinaTlana
Anna from Austria's question
Whether it was in high school or now on my college campus, I'm involved in a lot of activities. I'm probably away from home 75% of my time and I have no reluctance to doing my Number 2 away from home almost daily. I have a few friends for which it is a traumatic experience. But for me, I just stop, find the nearest bathroom, head into a toilet--mostly without comparing and contrasting my options--and sometimes that means a toilet without a privacy door, and I seat myself for what's usually a less than one-minute activity. I've always been the shortest in my class so even now in college, my feet are an inch or so off the floor as I sit and drop my waste. Luckily, because I go daily and there's no holding it until I'm home in 2 hours or until intermission at a concert, my craps are on the soft side which limits my time on toilet. When I leave a toilet and someone remarks on how fast I am, I just smile and tell them to have a nice day.
But my grandma has taken issue with me. She's like 1950s-raised and visits my parents once or twice a year so they can get away. She does all the housework for us. Back then I was in high school she asked me why there was a streak or two in several pairs of my white underwear. Since that, I do my own underwear when she's visiting because she doesn't get it. She says like 60 years ago when she was in school she went all 4 years without ever taking a crap at school. She was taught to regulate herself around that. She recommended that I, too, get up like 2 hours earlier in the morning so that my system could get going and I could have my crap before leaving for school. Without being disrespectful--because I love her very much--I was like what???? Why are there 20-toilet bathrooms on each floor of the school if they were not meant to be used? I did wear loose-fitting dresses a lot because this enabled me to have privacy when on a doorless toilet, which was about half the toilets at my high school. We had those cut toilet paper squares to use and it was harder for me--due to my softer crap--to get myself fully clean. This was especially true between classes and I made the obvious choice of a streak in my undies over a detention for being tardy to class.
A friend (male) back in junior high called it his "daily dump" and said it was important to good health. His dad was my family's MD.
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Matt C.
Replies and a story
Erin- Cool story!
Apc- Welcome to the forum!
To Icy- Thankfully, what I wear rarely impacts me when I go to the bathroom. There have been times though when I've been all dressed up at formal occasions and I needed to go. I did have a close call at church during Christmas Eve mass. It is not fun having your belt get stuck when you're seconds from pooping your pants.
Story time!
This past weekend I had an interesting poop. I had slept in since it was a Saturday and had a breakfast of eggs, a muffin and coffee. I enjoy pooping and am pretty regular so I was looking forward to my morning bowel movement. At 10:30 while I was eating and sipping coffee, my gut began to bubble and I started feeling a shifting fullness deep inside me. Coffee has always been a good way to get my bowels going for me, so I rarely get constipated. At about 10:45, I felt gas coming down and let off a few short warm farts as the rumbles got louder. These were the airy type of farts that smell progressively worse. About a half hour after that, I felt a cramp in my colon and then got the urge.
I have a rather handy bathroom just off my bedroom. Just glad no one else was in there, otherwise I might not have made it. I went inside, locked the door, pulled my pajamas down to my knees and sat on the seat.
I sat for about twenty seconds then a stream of pee trickled out as I first started to push. I grunted as I felt my hole open and began to squeeze out the log.
Another fart made its way out as I pushed. Slowly the turd made its way out. After a minute, it dropped out of my butt and landed in the toilet with a splash. But I still felt more in there and pushed hard again. Only a string of loud farts came out. I pushed harder, almost sweating, and the last piece plopped out.
After I wiped, I took another look in the bowl. It was about average size for me, Four inches long, 1.5 inches in diameter with a tail at the end. I've clogged toilets with my turds in the past, so this was unimpressive by my standards. Like most of my morning poops, this was messy and took a while to wipe. By then, I felt relieved but not quite empty, as I felt there was still more moving inside me. Sure enough, I had to go again a couple hours later.
I tried to fart but held back as I felt something on the other end and pressure in my stomach again. I went back in and sat down. I farted again, this time wet and in three short bursts. My anus opened up and a bunch of loose pieces came out. Took maybe 5 minutes. This was honestly one of the gassier and looser poops I've had in a while. The fact that I'd eaten a fair bit of greasy food (specifically, chicken and pizza) the other day was probably why. My BMs are usually firm and come out in a single log. This second round was a lot easier to clean.
Not much else to report, but I did get super gassy after dinner. I was letting off SBDs and a few loud ones most of the night. For those curious, Saturday is pizza night, but I always fart a lot after meals. I don't eat a lot of ????, but I eat fruit and take vitamins.
Who here watches their waste go down when they flush?
I'm interested in what ends up happening to my waste once I've pushed it out. Does anyone else watch it as it's sucked away?
Broseph
Gassy day
I woke up this morning feeling pretty similar to most mornings my belly was starting to rumble as I am used to heading for a number two first thing in the morning but the feeling wasnt urgent so I sat up and streched a bit, I felt a pressure of gas in need of being released so I went ahead and let it go and it was big and sounded wet but i didnt notice anything wrong infact I felt a lot vetter and went to pee I dropped my pants and in my breifs was a herheys kiss sized turd that I had sharted out without noticing I was surpirsed because its pretty rare for me to have a shart but I tossed my breifs in the trash and hopped in the shower and went on with my day which was very gassy but no more messes... so far
Anna from Austria
Question for the Ladies
Have a question to my fellow ladies here.Yesterdays I had a interesting toilet conversation with a female coworker. We went drinking with some colleagues after work, and during the drinking me and my coworker went to the ladies room together. She had just to pee, and I had to do both things. As I was a bit tipsy already I was not embarrassed at all and did not try to wait till she a left. A thing I always try to do normally. It was a quick dump. Some farts some mushy poo, then pee. Then I wiped myself, flushed and left. I meet her again at the sinks. She was not sober anymore too. So she talked to me about some weird stuff. She really said she found it astonishing that I can go number 2 so easily in the public. She said she always hated it, and could avoid doing it till she joined the working force. Which is quite impressive I have to say, too avoid it during the long school and university day. Then she asked me why I am so easy going number 2.
I justsaid her that I never have thought it about it. I just grew up with it. Always has been normal to me. Since my early childhood, I always had my bm in the morning time, a time I never was at home so I always had to do it outside since elementary school or even kindergarden. Do not have any memories about kindergarden too, maybe it was there too.
Rather embarrassing that I was that open to a person I do not know that well. But alcohol makes me really open and talkative. I just hope she forgot about it, but I do not think so. We were rather tipsy but not totally wasted yet.
My mom and younger sister,are the same. Also used to need to go number 2 quite often when not at home. It was just normal for me.
Now to my question: What is your standpoint about doing number 2. Do you avoid it at all cost at public restrooms, or are you just like me. If nature calls and you go?
greetings from Austria
Anna
Bianca
To All
Hey everyone! My birthday celebration was nice. I celebrated a day early to those who don't know. Concerning toilets, I visited 2 of them (one at Dan's Hamburgers, and the home loo). Dan's had a bathroom with I think a urinal, toilet an trash can furthest from the door, paper towel holder on the right of sink, and soap on far left. I didn't have to use the bathroom at the ????, but I talked to some people as well as rode the main elevator a few times. I was so excited hearing it, feeling it run, and smelling the familiar scent of warm oial. To Icy, I don't have any clothes that cause a wardrobe malfunction concerning the toilet. Also, cool name!
Sonya Sue
Ply shitting
While my friend Cameron and I started our study cram for our History test, worth 35% of our grade, at about 7 p.m. in my room he suggested we consume a good amount of wine which his parents have supplied him with. They believe it will help him with his constipation. He says it does. I wasn't so sure but we downed a lot of it as we studied and helped explain ancient civilization to each other. At first, it didn't ply him for his crap, but he was going down to the communal bathroom once an hour to piss. Our floor has an integrated bathroom with about 20 toilets that both males and females use, then about 10 urinals on one end and that many sinks at the entrance. I timed his 3rd pee on my phone at 1:45. He claimed that was normal, but I noticed he was fumbling with the buttons on his jeans and he was very lucky to get it out and aimed a half second before the splash started. He shook his organ about 6 times with his right hand. I said something obscene that I shouldn't have, but he just laughed as he buttoned it up and flushed. He started toward the door and I had to remind him to wash his hands, though.
Back about an hour into our study session, I told him the ply was working. My 3-dayer was knocking. He's seen me go to the bathroom a few times. Obviously I've seen him so its no big deal. I went into the middle toilet. I don't know why. I told him that when he asked and I pulled my sweats and black thong down and dropped to the seat. A couple of other girls came in, latched their doors and took their seat. Then three or four guys came by talking loudly as they went down to the urinals. Cameron seemed so awkward standing there in front of me and not having too many places to direct his eyes to. Kinda strange, but I guess I liked that. I handed him my glasses as I rubbed my eyes. Then I grabbed my knees for support as I pushed three wide pieces into the water. The last one was the heaviest, I guess, because it splashed my underside considerably. Cameron could tell and it was confirmed when I slid myself back on the seat to get a view. It also gave me a little more space because this was a normal size cubicle. That was also the reason I wiped from my seat. Cameron bet me that I would need at least 10 wipes. He lost. It was 8.
Shortly after midnight we walked off campus for the large coffees that would take our study session through the night. We got back to my room, put in another couple of hours, and Cameron said he needed a ply shitting break. Most of the rooms were quiet at 3 a.m. when we walked down to the bathroom. It was obvious that a lot of the students were night shitters as Cameron rushed into the end stall, yanked his jeans and boxers (I told him I loved the pattern on them) down, then he wiped down the seat (something I should probably do but don't) and he hit the seat not a second too soon. There were five or six blasts of gas in short order, a thud into the bowl that I could see pained him, and then the d-word I could immediately smell. He stood, squatted over the seat, and asked me to reach back and flush for him. I thanked him for being respectful of my senses. Then he retook his seat for another 30 seconds or so of the dreaded D. The toilet paper roll was half spent and I asked him if he needed more. He said no. He did and he did two flushes as he stood and cleaned himself. Walking back to my room, he said it had been a five-day clog for him and that the wine and coffee never lets him down.
We studied for another couple of hours, took a short nap, then went in and took our exam. Then we both took long-awaited naps before heading to our required study session for science.
Katie
Other Accidents
Hi! My name is Katie and I am 19 yrs old. I recently posted a story about an accident I had at community college and said that I would also post the stories of the other accidents I've had, so here they are.
The first accident I remember having was at the beginning of 1st grade, when I was 6 years old. At the beginning of each day was play time. On this day, I felt the need to poop, but I didn't want to stop playing, so I lifted up my butt slightly and let it go. A big, soft turd slowly went into my panties and overalls. When it was done, I just sat down in it and continued playing. I didn't think it smelled that bad, but when the class gathered for circle time, one of the classroom aids pulled me aside and asked me if I had had an accident. When I told her I had, she took me by the hand to the nurse, who cleaned me up and gave me a pullup to wear for the rest of the day.
Throughout elementary school, I would frequently pee in my panties while playing outside if I was wearing a skirt because I didn't want to stop playing, whether that be at home, at the park, or during recess at school. My panties were cotton so they dried quickly, and as far as I know, no one ever noticed.
The next major poop accident I remember having was when I was 10 years old in 4th grade. People always said that it wasn't cool to use the school bathrooms after 3rd grade, and one day, I really had to poop. I was holding it all day, and by recess, the need had gotten really bad. When I got outside, my stomach was hurting so much that I didn't want to go onto the playground equipment. So I just stood by the brick wall, intending to just hold it until we got back inside, but my body had other plans. I got hit with a huge cramp that caused me to double over and a huge solid turd slid into my panties. I was so embarrassed that I just stood there for the rest of recess. When we went back inside, I slipped away to the bathroom to clean up, which luckily was pretty easy.
I had another poop accident in 7th grade and was my first accident in middle school. Something I ate for lunch didn't agree with me and I ended up loading my panties with hot, mushy poop only a few minutes after eating it. I was wearing a skirt so luckily there was no stain or bulge that made it obvious that I pooped myself. I went to the bathroom and pulled my panties down, revealing that my white cotton panties were filled with a pile of semi-solid poop with a heavy brown stain on the inside and outside. Looking back, I should have just flushed them down the toilet, but I cleaned them the best I could (which wasn't great) and put them back on and went to my next class. But when I was walking up the stairs, a boy noticed my stained panties and yelled out, "Katie pooped her panties!" Before I knew what was happening, everybody was laughing at me. Holding back tears, I ran to the nurse and told her I was sick, and she called my mom to come pick me up. I told my mom what happened and I didn't go back to school for the rest of the week.
My first accident in high school was while playing soccer freshman year. I was hit really in the stomach by a player on the other team, which caused me to fill my panties and soccer shorts instantly with a huge turd. I then fell over, smooshing the turd all over my butt when I hit the ground. I got off the field and asked my coach if I could go to the bathroom, which she agreed, and I cleaned up there and eventually went back to the game.
Also, sometimes when it was raining at practice and I needed to pee, I would just pee in my shorts since they were already wet from the rain anyway. I don't know if anyone knew, but a couple times I heard some other girls saying that they did it too.
Lastly, I often had accidents throughout high school in the hallway between classes because I had an annoying habit of waiting until the last minute. 90% of the time my BMs are solid, so I would just slip into the bathroom and clean up with just minor stains in my panties.
Well, that's all the stories I have today. Bye!
Monday, April 08, 2019
Hi guys,
I have a story to share with you from a few years back, so let's get right into it.
So I went to the Duxford airshow a few year sago and it was amazing on both days. However this also posed me a dilemma on the first day. It was really hot that day, so everyone was drinking lots of water, however this meant that there were not enough porta loos to satisfy demand. During the afternoon displays of flying, I got a small urge to have a piss. At that point it was nothing serious, however with two hours of flying to go, I was not confident of holding it for that time and the queue time for the toilets. However, I decided to try. I got distracted by the flying, and didn't feel the urge for another hour. However suddenly it felt like a train hit my bladder, so I quickly put down my camera, and pick my way through about 20 rows of people on blankets and chairs. When I had successfully navigated my way out, I needed to find a toilet asap. As I was only twelve at the time, I was starting to fidget and hold my crotch through my pants to try and make my desperation more discrete. After about five minutes of wondering about, I located the toilet queue and not a moment too soon as about 40people were in it and just after I got there about 20more joined it. By this point I was fit for a piss explosion into my panties. So I danced jiggled gabbed and jumped my way through the next five minutes.
Thank God I was wearing black trousers, as now was when I started to leak through my penis. A large spurt went into pants but after a few seconds I suppressed the flow and stopped it. There were still about 20 people in front of me in the queue. My only hope was to keep squirming jumping grabbing and wriggling to get to the front of the queue. I let a few more spurts out, but finally I got to the front, only a few moments away from heaven. When one opened I dashed in, fly undone in advance but discretely, yanked my penis out and started the stream. This high pressure stream fished out of me for about a minute until the few last drops came out, I wiped, washed and left.
I hope you enjoyed today's story will post again soon
Bye😀
Abbie
Latest story
Hi everyone, sorry I haven't posted for absolutely ages, I've just been really busy. I've got a new story for you so here goes. Lucy's cousin Lydia came round to stay again on Friday as her parents were away. Lucy had to work late but I took the afternoon off so I was home when Lydia got back, she had come straight from school. I was in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell so I went to the front door, Lydia was standing there jiggling up and down, she said, "Hi Abbie, sorry but I'm desperate for the loo, I've been needing a wee all afternoon!" She dashed upstairs and came down a couple of minutes later looking very much relieved, I said, "I bet that feels better!" and Lydia said,"Yeah, I was literally about a second away from totally weeing my pants!!" "Do teachers at your school let you out to use the loo?" I asked. "It depends," Lydia answered, "Some do, but I had two really strict teachers this afternoon so I knew there was no point saying I needed the loo coz they never let anyone go!"
"Mind you, I hardly ever ask to go during lessons unless I'm really bursting," she continued, "And even then I only ever go for a wee, sometimes I do need a poo but I always hold it until lunch break or when I get home, it'd be really embarrassing being out of class for a while and knowing my luck I'd come back in red in the face after pushing it out!"
"Yeah, when I was at school I sometimes went for a wee during lessons if I was desperate and the teacher would let me out, but when I wanted a poo I would hold it and go on the loo during lunch break so I could take my time, like you say being out of class for a while would be really awkward!!" We watched telly downstairs for a bit, as we were sitting on the sofa I could feel I was starting to want the loo, I needed to have a wee and I had a heavy feeling in my belly so I knew I'd want a poo before too long as well, my constipations a bit better than it was last time I posted but I realised I hadn't been for three days so I knew I was likely to struggle. Lydia suddenly said, "I really want a poo now, do you mind if I go?" I'd noticed her squirming around a bit and holding her belly so it wasn't a total surprise. I said "I really need a wee so can I go first quickly?" Lydia replied, "Yeah just be really quick, its just about to poke out in my pants!" We went upstairs and into my ensuite, I lifted my denim skirt and dropped my pink and blue flowery knickers to my knees as I did so, and sat down on the toilet. Straight away I unleashed a loud stream which went on for ages, Lydia said "Wow, you really were desperate!" She was sitting on the bathroom floor with her knees up under her chin, I could see her white knickers as she was still wearing her school skirt and I hoped they would stay free from skidmarks. As my stream was slowing I farted a couple of times and Lydia giggled. When I was done I took some loo paper and wiped before pulling up my knickers and letting down my skirt. I went to sit on the floor while Lydia hitched up her skirt and eased her knickers down, she sat on the toilet with her knickers round her thighs and I saw an instant look of relief on her face as she relaxed her clenched bum. I always think thats the best part of having a poo, that feeling of relaxing your bumhole and then the log starting to slowly poke out, of course its best when that happens on the toilet rather than in your knickers!! A couple of minutes passed during which time I heard some crackling as the log continued on its way out, Lydia was having to strain a bit but we were managing to have a conversation so she wasn't having to push too hard. Just then she said "Its getting really fat now so sorry I'm gonna have to push harder!" and I said "No worries, do what you have to do!" Lydia nodded as she took a deep breath and did a hard push, I heard some more wee dribble out and then a grunt as Lydia released her breath. She did a few more pushes like that and then panted "Its nearly out now," shortly after I heard a splash and a moan of relief from her. By now my need was getting worse and worse, I was keeping what felt like a gigantic poo at bay by clenching all the muscles of my bottom. I was aware that Lydia still had more to do, I saw her bearing down again and making some more grunts. I shifted position and sat on my heel, which made it a bit easier to stop my poo from poking out. Lydia must have noticed as she said "Are you OK Abbie?" to which I replied "Yeah, I just really really want a poo now as well, to be honest I'm struggling a bit to hold it in!!"
"Oh God, I'll try to hurry up, I'm really sorry!"said Lydia as she dropped her second log with a loud plop. She said "I think this is the last piece and then I'll be done" and I saw her straining again. After a couple of minutes she panted "Its almost out, I'll wipe my bum standing up so you can get on the loo straight away." I nodded gratefully, as I stood up I lost control for a second and felt the log poke out into my knickers, luckily Lydias pants had a big skidmark which made it less embarrassing. As I dropped my skirt and knickers I heard a final plop from Lydia and she stood up and flushed straight away. I went over and sat on the loo, I couldn't help moaning with relief as I relaxed my clenched bum and felt the monster log starting to creep out, it was really stretching my bumhole even though it was only the tip. I looked down at my knickers and saw there was a bit of a skidmark, but it wasn't as bad as I'd thought. Next to me Lydia was wiping her bottom, when she was done I shuffled forward on the loo so she could throw the paper away. She said "I just need to change my pants a sec," and took them off. She pulled her skirt back down over her bare bottom and went back into the bedroom, and then took some yellow knickers out of her bag and put them on. By now I was really having to push, its quite normal for me to pass wide logs but this one was fat even by my standards, and whenever I released the pressure I could feel it getting sucked back up my bum, again something which I get quite alot, especially when I'm a bit constipated. I could feel I was going red as I was having to bear down really hard and I couldn't help grunting, although the same had happened to Lydia so at least it wasn't too embarasing. I kept straining hard for another few minutes, this time when I relaxed I had pushed the log out far enough so that it didn't get sucked back up so I paused to catch my breath. Lydia was looking concerned so I said "Sorry about this, I think I'm a bit constipated, I haven't had a poo for a few days so its hard work!!" I started pushing again as Lydia said "I was really constipated last week, I didn't feel like I needed a poo for days and then suddenly I got a massive urge during second lesson on Thursday, I had to sit there clenching my bum to stop it from poking out in my pants. Luckily I managed to get on the loo right at the start of lunchtime, it was really embarrassing as it was a huge fat one so I had to push really hard to get it to come and I couldn't help panting and grunting which I try not to do at school if I can possibly help it, luckily the girl next door was having a poo as well so at least I wasn't the only one!" I was listening as I continued to push, the log was moving faster now as the widest part was through and shortly after it dropped with a splash and I couldn't help moaning with relief. "God, what a relief I've got that out!" I said, as I felt another poo starting to poke out of my bum. As I started to push again I said "Theres more to come yet, sorry!" I paused to give a harder push, fortunately that did the trick and I felt the fattest part of the log pass through, stretching my bumhole once again as it did so. After another minute or so I felt it drop and it made a loud plop as it fell into the loo. I finished with some looser pieces and then felt empty so I ripped off some toilet paper and started to wipe my bottom, when I was done I flushed before pulling up my pants and skirt. I hope you enjoyed this story, bye for now!!Aaron
Hello again. Another story for you guys. I've just started seeing this girl and she's absolutely fantastic. She is very similar to me, sporty and good fun. We spent the day together in London yesterday, and I knew I would need to go for a poo at some point as we were out from early morning until late evening. Sure enough, at one of the museums, my stomach was telling me I had to find a toilet to poo in soon. Fortunately half way round, I spotted some toilets I could use. I told my girl that I needed to use the toilet. She said sure thing and that she would wait for me outside. I went in and there were three cubicles, all occupied and a youngish tattooed guy waiting outside playing on his phone. I waited beside him. About 30 seconds later the middle cubicle vacated and some big hairy biker type guy came out. The tattooed guy went in. I heard him tearing sheets of toilet paper off, presumably wiping the seat down. The cubicle then became free in the corner, and one of the musuem workers came out. I went him after him.
I pulled my jeans and boxers down and set to work. It turns out I was quite constipated, so really had to push hard. Urggghhhh urrrrrrrrggghhh PLOP Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh. I sat there for about ten minutes forcing these hard poos out of my body. I was aware that other people could hear me grunt, but I didn't care. I rarely do care to be honest, I mean that's what they are there for. I finally felt empty. I stood up and wiped, flushed and went to wash my hands. By this point the tattooed guy was washing his hands. He smirked at me in the mirror, presumably amused by my audible poo. He on the other hand was dead quiet - I hadn't heard any noises from his cubicle. I don't get why people are silent on the bog. Go ahead and make noises, I don't care.
I met up with my girl again who asked if I was ok as I had been a while in there. I explained it was ok, I just had to poo, but I was fine. She asked if I often went for number twos in public. I told her that I did so regularly. As we left, she asked if I'd hold her stuff whilst she went to the toilet. She was in there about ten minutes - I guess she was doing a plop too!
Imogen
Hi guys,
Sorry it's been absolutely ages since my last post. 3rd year at uni is really keeping me so busy I haven't had a chance to post, and haven't had many desperate moments either as i haven't been on many nights out!
On Saturday night I did get very desperate, it had been the end of our lectures and only exams left, so we went out to celebrate. We'd been in the pub for a while and left to go to a club, as we joined the queue I realised that I really needed a wee. I wondered whether to duck out quickly but the queue seemed to be moving. When we got in I was really desperate and made a beeline for the toilets which typically had a queue too. By the time a cubicle was available I was too desperate to care about the absolute state it was in, I pulled my tights and lacey green knickers down and had to hover over the loo. I had leaked a tiny bit but luckily got there in time.
stan
plopping at sainsburys supermarket
I was shopping with my wife when I got the urge for a poo.
Went into the toilets which had 3 stalls
The end one was occupied so I took the middle stall next to him
I took my coat off and hung it up, then pulled down my pants and underpants and say down
Everything was quiet nextdoor. I dropped a plop, then immediately there was a plop from next door.
We then went int a long plop session with each of us dropping one every few seconds - lasted about 10 minutes
Someone can into the remaining cubicle, took his pants and underpants down and sat down listening to us plopping for 2 minutes
There was no sound from him
He then left us to it
Finally I finished and wiped
I could sAmy
Friends 👭
Me and my friend, Kim, we're out shopping when we stopped for food. We decided on fried chicken, and it was already seeming like a bad idea. We ate and talked for a while then decided to go back to shopping. We got to the top of the stairs that took us back down to the shops, when my ???? started bubbling around violently. I could feel something drop down from my stomach and pour into my bowels. I tapped Kim I the shoulder and said to her, "I'm gonna have to nip to the loos quick before we go back down if that's alright?" And she nodded back to me, and started walking with me towards the toilets. I rush to a cubicle; the toilets are fairly empty so I picked one without anyone next to me. I lock the door, pull everything down and sit before sighing with relief. Seconds before I relax myself to release into the toilet, thecubicle next to me locks and I hear Kim whisper, "it's just me, don't worry. Where do you wanna look around next?". I'm sat there, wondering why she chose to ask me at this exact moment. I'm desperately trying to not let anything leak out of me while she's there but it's difficult while it's pushing on me so much. I stutterback "umm I don't know I'll have a think about it okay?" And then it pushed on me a little too hard, and a big squirt of soft, almost liquid poop shot out of me and splashed into the toilet water. I heard Kim go silent as I groaned and released another bout into the toilet. I decided I should just got with it and pushed, which sprayed little bits of poop over the toilet as I farted repeatedly into the bowl, echoing around the whole bathrooms. I heard a couple of ladies gasp from the other cubicles and I blushed from embarrassment. The smell rising from beneath me was becoming unbearable, and I was beginning to feel empty. I pushed once more by nothing else came out of me, except a couple of toots. I stood up, assessed the damage and started pulling out toilet paper. I started to wipe, and my backside was slippery with poop. I wipe three or four times without getting any cleaner. I give it a couple more tries but eventually give up even though I know I'm still dirty. I flush, but leave behind enormous skid marks. Kim's waiting for me outside by the mirrors but doesn't even look me in the eyes as we leave, and she doesn't talk to me properly the rest of the day...
till hear my partner lopping when I left
Icy
Few Things and a question
So a couple things in no particular order. Firstly a response to trekkie. 1. Thank u :D 2. Well she said a similar thing. Like,"Oh please it's not uncommon for people to pee their pants, it's fine." It's not even a big deal to her. She has immense tolerance all sorts of stuff and I guess accidents is just one of them. I should also mention she is the older one out of us. Even though I'd argue she is totally more immature-
Next thing being a quick little explanation. My alias, Icy. Nobody asked but I figure I'll say anyhow, that I don't wanna day my name so the first thing I thought was,"What's something I like? Oh the cold!" And thus my little nickname on here was born. Yay fun fact.
Lastly is an open letter to whoever: How often does your typical wardrobe mess with your ability to use the restroom? Do you have trouble getting that stubborn button undone sometimes? And if this has happened in the last, How you ever wet or messed your pants because of a wardrobe malfunction?
I'll be in touch
~Icy
Erin
Romper poop at the mall
Hey guys I'm back again and do I have a story!
So this past week the weather has been really nice where I am and I decided to wear a nice new romper I got a couple weeks ago. It's a cool army green color and I was really excited to wear it. It was a weekend and I wanted to go get some shopping done and treat myself to more clothes.
So I go to the mall and I had lunch right before. I just ate some chicken and vegetables and I wasn't expecting to have to go to the bathroom at all while I was there. So I'm trying on clothes and I start to feel really sluggish and bloated. I thought it was nothing at first but it just got worse. I packed up my stuff and paid and was planning on going home to poop. As I'm checking out, ally stomach got a bad cramp and I knew I was gonna have to go at the mall. So I leave the store and immediately head to the bathroom I was a little concerned because I don't ever wear rompers but my friends always told me that they're such a pain to go to the bathroom in and the thought of being almost completely naked in a public bathroom stall made me a little uncomfortable.
So I get to the bathroom by the food court and it was so packed. So many people were going in out and there was a really long line. I felt like this wasn't a good place to go and I decided to chance it and go one in a department store. On the way over I could feel the pressure in my stomach get worse and I let out a silent fart as I walked toward the bathroom.
So I get to the bathroom and i'm glad I made the decision to go to this one instead. It was a smaller bathroom with 5 stalls with one handicapped at the ends there were 2 other people at the sinks with one person in the first stall. The two women leave and I took the third stall. I rush into the stall and sit my bags downl, put my purse on the hook and begin taking off the romper. I take it off and lower it below my knees but hold it so it's not just on the floor. I pull down my thong as well and sit down. It felt so weird sitting there practically naked. I didn't have a bra on so I was just sitting on the toilet totally exposed and I could probably be seen through the gap. I tried to cover my myself up as best I could. I didn't even have to push hard when a loud echoey fart with some loose poop came out. I couldn't help but sigh with relief as it all exited. I hear the door open and two other women come in. They sounded like they were in their 30s. They took the two stalls beside me. As they were talking about something, I really had to fart again and interrupted their conversation with some loose poop and loud plops. They fell silent for a moment and continued talking. I was really embarrassed but I felt like I had more in me. The both peed and made their way to the sinks. I could see one of them look at me through the crack in the stall and looked away. So they left and it was just me in the bathroom. I kept on farting and the bathroom stunk so bad because me me. I hear footsteps and then the door opens up with a girl my age come in. She took the first stall and lowers her Nike shirts to her knees and starts to pee. I meanwhile farted again when she sat down. I kept on having these little cracking farts with my poop and it was so loud and embarrassing. I usually am comfortable with stuff like that but this time it just felt different. My poops were semi diarrhea and it just kept coming. I looked in the bowl and my loose poops were floating around with the water being this dark yellow color. It was really gross. The girl in the first stall stayed quiet for a bit then I hear some crackling with a loud plop. She then let out 3 more plops quickly with a quiet airy fart at the end. I felt done and decided to flush first before I wiped. I started to wipe and it took a 7 different wads of paper to get me clean. I then had to get my romper situated again which was such a pain. As I was getting my romper back on the girl in the stall started wiping and we ended up exiting seconds apart. She was this tall Asian with these short nike shorts and tee shirt. We looked at each other and smiled. It was a little awkward but she seemed nice. Leaving the bathroom I felt so much better but it had almost been 15 minutes. I'm usually a lot quicker of a pooper but this time it was so much longer. I decided to stay and shop some more and didn't have to go again that day. It was a really weird out of the blue poop. If there's one thing I learned tho its that I'm never wearing a romper unless I know for a fact I'm not gonna have to poop because I couldn't have imagined doing that in a busy and crowded bathroom.
Anyways that's all for today! Hope you enjoyed!