Kara
Pooped myself in the car
While I was on my way to a job interview... It was super awful! I was feeling very nervous about my interview and I tend to need to poop when I get really nervous. To make matters worse I had coffee that morning. In the car on the highway, in morning traffic, my stomach really started to hurt. I got even more nervous because I didnt know if I'd even have time to go to the bathroom before my interview. It didnt matter though because I needed to go so bad that I couldnt even hold it in, and I made a substantial mess in my pants in the car. I felt so ashamed of myself! It was so warm and soft under my butt and I could tell by the wetness that it would stain through my khaki colored pants. I just cried and turned around to go home, having to skip the interview. I wrote an email asking to reschedule but I haven't heard back :( worst accident everEllison
Getting my undies to flush
This happened to me at Wal-Mart. It was one of those half days of school due to teacher meetings so my friend Sheena and I were going to be looked after by her sister AJ. Me and Sheena were in 3rd grade together and AJ, who had just learned to drive picked us up a school. She took us to Wal-Mart for lunch and to just hang out. We we naive, of course because she was there to meet boys. The teachers pushed the students out of school before I could get to the bathroom and get rid of the crap I had been holding for a couple of hours.
AJ was very bright, but also profane and quite sarcastic. If my parents had caught me talking to others the way AJ talked to me and her sister, they would never have accepted her as a babysitter. But they didn't know. AJ bought us a nice big lunch, but then spent most of the time hanging out with this group of high school guys. So me and Sheena hurried to the back of the store to the bathrooms. We got there and the room was full, with a waiting line. Sheena had her hand on her crotch and her face was getting red. I didn't dare fart because that would easily fill my undies. One of the ladies waiting said there was another bathroom at the front of the store and me and Sheena didn't waste any time getting there.
There were five stalls. Only the middle one was open so me and Sheena quickly moved in, and I latched the door while she pulled her jeans down and slid herself onto the seat. My crap was knocking hard, but Sheena wasn't very fast in getting her plumbing running. When I told her to get up and let me have the toilet, she reached over to the side panel and pulled off one of those seat tissues. She started clowning with it, put it over her head and played like it was a bib. I got desperate and as I yanked my clothing down and tried to force her to share the seat with me, there was this smell, hot feeling and my tears started. It was mean, I know, but I stood right above her lap, pulled my panties fully open and showed her the soft, smelly mess she had caused. Surprised, she immediately got up but the damage was already done. I seated myself. Out of anger I tore the stupid seat tissue off from around her neck, wadded it up and slapped her with it.
She became apologetic as I called her a bunch of bad names. I put out my legs as I sat, pulled off my jeans and carefully slid off my ruined panties. Sheena started to cry, but I didn't care. I shouldn't have done it, but I pushed my panties, carefully rolled up so the soft crap wouldn't drop onto me, right against her face. Dumb move, I found, because I got my thumb and three fingers into the soft poo. Sheena continued to say she was sorry and I tossed my panties between my legs into the toilet bowl.
It must have been because we were taking so long, but AJ came in after I had made two attempts at getting my panties to flush. The flush cycle would start, but then abruptly stop and the water running and rising in the bowl scared us. "Couldn't wait to mess yourself?" AJ asked me. But Sheena wouldn't fess up. That surprised me, I guess. AJ just told me to wipe, wipe and wipe which if had done any more of, I would have damaged my arse. AJ swore at me, said I needed to be more responsible for myself and told me to "watch." Instead of using her arm, AJ took a deep swipe at the flusher with what she called her "fast, f*****' foot flush." Then she stared at me as if I was dumb.
AJ then walked out and bought me a package of three pairs of new underwear. AJ had Sheena bring them in to me as I sat waiting for about 10 minutes. AJ had gone into the entertainment department with her male friends. Even today, when I have large craps away from home, AJ's foot-flush is something I've learned to do even better.Taylor
Pooping with Rachel
On page 2757 I told the story of meeting up with an ex teacher of mine and having the luxury of sharing a bathroom with her. We exchanged details so we could meet up for a coffee and we finally did it on Monday! I had the day off work so we arranged to meet at the school when she finished at 5pm and then we headed to a local cafe, one of our favourite places to relax. Before we go any further please let me describe Rachel as I failed to do it in my last post. She's about 5'5 with longish blonde hair and a slim but athletic figure. I suppose the closest I could describe her as is kinda like Phoebe from Friends. She was still wearing her work uniform, a white blouse, black knee length pencil skirt, but looked great wearing it. She could rock that outfit any time of the day.
We arrived at the cafe and sat down, drinking a coffee each and chatting to each other, catching up. Nothing really happened toilet wise for a while but whenever we finished our drink we would almost immediately get another, moving on to hot chocolates. After about an hour I was starting to get desperate for a wee but I didn't want to say anything just yet, and surely Rachel would have needed to go too? I put it to the back of my mind but two drinks later I knew I was going to have to say something. My bladder was screaming at me and I hadn't pooped all day. "Umm Rachel? I need the loo, are you coming with me?" She grabbed her handbag and we went to the toilets at the back.
There was only two stalls but they were both empty so we took one each. I quickly pulled my jeans and thong to my calves and started peeing immediately. I heard Rachel unzipping her skirt as my poop crowned and stretched me open. The double relief was phenomenal! I just relaxed and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of my poop effortlessly coming out while I emptied my bladder, listening as Rachel began peeing. Her stream is always more gentle and feminine than mine, hitting the water with a delicate tinkle. My poop broke off with a quiet splash and I continued emptying my bladder while I waited for the rest to come naturally. She peed for a little while and seconds later there was a splash and she exhaled loudly. My wee tapered off to drips and I heard another splash as my backdoor opened again. Like before I heard her exhale after the splash, was she pushing? My second piece was nice and wide but slid out of me at a slow pace with no effort at all. There was two splashes in unison as we dropped a piece each and I heard her getting some toilet paper. I still had more to come so I waited, taking my time. I never like rushing these things.
Rachel wiped, only needing a few pieces and left her stall to wash her hands as I opened up for a third time. Like the others, it came out on its own and I just relaxed, making the most of the feeling. It soon fell in the bowl and thinking I was done, I got myself some toilet paper to wipe with. I was pleasantly surprised when yet another piece started making its way out of me. It was short and quick but still very enjoyable. I started wiping, using three pieces for my behind and one for my front before flushing, happy that everything went down, and washed my hands. We shared a smile at the sinks and then went back to the cafe to enjoy ourselves a little more before going home.
Imogen
Slightly upset stomach
I've had a slight upset stomach for a few days now. I was on my way home last week after going out for dinner with some friends and walking down my street I was desperate for a poo. I got to the toilet with not even seconds to spare and had actually leaked a little bit, embarrassingly.
Then a couple of days later I was going out and only got to the end of my road before having to rush back and explode in the loo.
Hopefully it'll clear up soon.
Victoria B.
Welcome back!
Hey!
I've just gotten back from five of the most difficult months of my life. A heavier course load my second semester of grad school and a painful breakup kept me away for so long. I ended up with good grades and an ex flushed down the pot for cheating like the big turd he was. Your girl is back!
I've got stories of literal turds being flushed, a confession of an accident, and several close calls that almost cost me the no-clog streak. Today though I wanted to ask a question addressed to other pet owners on here: does your animal follow you to the bathroom? My cat insists on watching me both bathe and use the toilet and I was wondering if anybody else dealt with that on the reg?
I've missed all of you so much! There's one shout-out I have to get in right away and it's to Mina: I've been away even longer than you so I hope you're ready to return that spanking.
Love,
Victoria
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
quick question, has anyone ever had an accident and tried to flush their underwear? Did it go down?
Taylor
Pooping with Rachel
On page 2757 I told the story of meeting up with an ex teacher of mine and having the luxury of sharing a bathroom with her. We exchanged details so we could meet up for a coffee and we finally did it on Monday! I had the day off work so we arranged to meet at the school when she finished at 5pm and then we headed to a local cafe, one of our favourite places to relax. Before we go any further please let me describe Rachel as I failed to do it in my last post. She's about 5'5 with longish blonde hair and a slim but athletic figure. I suppose the closest I could describe her as is kinda like Phoebe from Friends. She was still wearing her work uniform, a white blouse, black knee length pencil skirt, but looked great wearing it. She could rock that outfit any time of the day.
We arrived at the cafe and sat down, drinking a coffee each and chatting to each other, catching up. Nothing really happened toilet wise for a while but whenever we finished our drink we would almost immediately get another, moving on to hot chocolates. After about an hour I was starting to get desperate for a wee but I didn't want to say anything just yet, and surely Rachel would have needed to go too? I put it to the back of my mind but two drinks later I knew I was going to have to say something. My bladder was screaming at me and I hadn't pooped all day. "Umm Rachel? I need the loo, are you coming with me?" She grabbed her handbag and we went to the toilets at the back.
There was only two stalls but they were both empty so we took one each. I quickly pulled my jeans and thong to my calves and started peeing immediately. I heard Rachel unzipping her skirt as my poop crowned and stretched me open. The double relief was phenomenal! I just relaxed and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of my poop effortlessly coming out while I emptied my bladder, listening as Rachel began peeing. Her stream is always more gentle and feminine than mine, hitting the water with a delicate tinkle. My poop broke off with a quiet splash and I continued emptying my bladder while I waited for the rest to come naturally. She peed for a little while and seconds later there was a splash and she exhaled loudly. My wee tapered off to drips and I heard another splash as my backdoor opened again. Like before I heard her exhale after the splash, was she pushing? My second piece was nice and wide but slid out of me at a slow pace with no effort at all. There was two splashes in unison as we dropped a piece each and I heard her getting some toilet paper. I still had more to come so I waited, taking my time. I never like rushing these things.
Rachel wiped, only needing a few pieces and left her stall to wash her hands as I opened up for a third time. Like the others, it came out on its own and I just relaxed, making the most of the feeling. It soon fell in the bowl and thinking I was done, I got myself some toilet paper to wipe with. I was pleasantly surprised when yet another piece started making its way out of me. It was short and quick but still very enjoyable. I started wiping, using three pieces for my behind and one for my front before flushing, happy that everything went down, and washed my hands. We shared a smile at the sinks and then went back to the cafe to enjoy ourselves a little more before going home.
Mina[ppe]
Dear Anna from Austria
I think you know already my answer of your question!!
When we are at home, we often talk each other when one of us is on the loo, tho' actually we don't talk so much, only a bit. But reason is different with your reason. It is because we don't want to talk a lot. Only little bit is enough. We talk with eyes and heart instead of mouth. But if it is need, we talk.
Actually it is big coincidence, but yesterday's story is relate to your question!
We don't know why, but I and Kazuko didn't go to loo for motion for 3 days. Then yesterday we ate big lunch in shopping mall. After lunch, we got message from stomach, both of us. So we said to Maho and Hisae. Hisae said, "I also want loo, so let's go together." Maho said, "when you finish, text me." So we said OK and went to ladies loo.
Not same one with my other story. This loo had 8 cubicles, 4 on right and 4 on left. Only one cubicle occupied, on right, so we went into 3 cubicles on left. We bared bottom and sat down. Hisae's loo sound plops at once. She went in morning, but she had to go again, she often goes 2 or 3 times in a day. I heard heavy plop from Kazuko's loo (she was at middle, Hisae at left, me at
right) just when my first turd coming out from my bottom, so my plop was very soon after.
Hisae finished soon, she used washlet and wiped and flushed, then she opened door and washed her hands, then she stand front of Kazuko's door and said, "I go to Maho, OK? Take your time and text us when you finished." Everyone who is old timer this site know, motion take very long time for Kazuko and me because huge volume. We said to Hisae (both of us) "Hai", it means yes. But one second after, plop from Kazuko, and 2 seconds after, plop from me, so we giggle a lot. It was third plop from Kazuko and third plop too from me.
After Hisae went out from ladies' loo, I and Kazuko didn't talk. Kazuko suddenly gave many plops high speed, about six, and my heart became to warm, I thought, I don't want to cry in loo! Some other ladies came to loo, mostly they didn't stay long time. But one of them gave big smell. I and Kazuko also gave! Kazuko flushed.
Suddenly my bottom opened wide and many plops under me. Maybe about six like Kazuko. Then I gave long burururururururu with big smell. Kazuko said very quiet voice, "Minappe daijobu?" it means "are you OK?" and I answered "daijobu.". But then I did another burururururu, almost a diarrhoea, but not really. Just before that burururururu I flushed, because I worry about clog.
I can understand you Anna. In public loo, we don't want to talk, even it is OK in our flat.
Suddenly Kazuko gave long burururururu with her typical smell. My heart more warm.... I wanted to say little voice "I love you Kazu" but I didn't say. At this time I almost finish, only little pieces, but I decided wait until Kazuko finish, she did burururururu again.
Finally she said very quiet voice, "sunda", it means finish. So I pushed washlet button and Kazuko too. And we dried bottom and stand up, but I hear Kazuko sit down suddenly and another burururururu! Quite short one this time, then she pressed washlet button again, so I wait for her. And still we don't talk each other.
Then finish, we went out from cubicle same time and wash hands together. After dry, Kazu squeeze my hand, so I did same to her. Then I text Maho, we go out from ladies room and find her and Hisae. We were 15 minutes to do motion, but Maho and Hisae accustomed, so they only
smile. After we back home Maho asked, "did you do lots motions?" And we said "very very lots" and she gave very warm smile. Maho's smile is a full of love!!! She sometimes says, "when you do lots lots motions, I am so so happy." I hugged Maho at once, then Kazuko hugged her, then we hugged Hisae.
I tell my friends what you wrote Anna. They said, talking is OK at home, but not in public loo except necessary case. And Maho said, "I never want to talk with stranger in loo, especially I don't when it is motion!"
So they think like me. But Hisae said, when she was schoolgirl, she often talk with her friends while doing wee and motion at school. We think, schoolgirl is special case maybe! Hisae said, loo in her school was very noisy place. Boys' loo was same.
This is long answer for your question, but I hope you satisfied! I am happy you write this site long time. I want to hear more your experience, I enjoy your post always!
Where are other friends, Brittany B and Victoria and Becc and Winnie Poo and Gerald from Ghana and Molly and Emily sisters and many more? We miss you!
But Mina is also bad girl, she didn't post long time. You can spank my bottom.
Love to everyone and I hope everyone is well and happy and enjoy important loo time.
Mina + 3
Post Title (optional)vacation gluch
we had been vacationing and one evening we played scrable. after the game i felt a little stuffy and decided to step out side for a moment. i felt the need to fart and was glad i was outside. so i let it go but to my surprise it was a wet fart. i could feel it running down by leg. i rushed back into bathroom, dropped my pants and sat down on toilet just as i felt the need to fart again. It also was a wet one. a moment or two later i had a loose stool which also surprised me as
i seldom have that problem. when i was done it was time to go to bed. an hour or so later I awoke with the very strong need to take a crap. So rushed to bathroom barely making before liquid diarahea hit me and a big gush of liquid poo exploaded out of me. Then i went back to bed and about another hour passed before i had to do it again. I had never done so much liquid poo as i did that night. THe next morning i felt tired and still had alittle diarahea but nothing like that night. with a little extra rest i felt fine and our vacation contined.Braidy
Talking While On the Toilet
My live-in boyfriend of several years jokes that I'm probably one of the most frequent users of public toilets. My day starts at 6 a.m. since I'm an early riser and Adam sleeps late. So I take our two dogs for a walk and romp in the park a few blocks from our apartment. Within a few minutes my morning coffee's gone through my system and I'm dealing with the heavy knocking of my crap. The ladies side of the toilet building there is old, and I guess because of the times, the two toilets are there in the open. You walk in the entrance, turn and there are two moderately sized toilets, right out in the open, ready for your butt.
Interestingly, while I've been seated punchin' 'em out, often while also taking my first piss of the day (depending on whether Adam and I had a lot of alcohol the night before), I'll have visitor. If they are not among the four or five regulars, they will be surprised to see me on the toilet. Some have stopped in their tracks, apologized for interrupting my privacy and started back outside. I encourage them to come in and join me. Some are appalled at the lack of privacy, but I tell them I've become accustomed to it and its just a sign of the times. One lady had a granddaughter, who was about 6 with her, and we both coaxed the child to take the toilet next to me because she was going to burst her bladder. The three of us made small talk that helped the girl get over her inhibition and when she was done she sat for another minute or two as we talked. She said I was the tallest person she has ever seen. (I'm 6'6") We talked a little basketball which I coach at the college level.
I remember back when I was playing basketball and volleyball in my undergraduate days a team-member (when we were asked to describe the role of each member) as a conversationalist. I remember telling that to my mom during one visit home and she just laughed and said I was the shyest kid on the block. As I started to grow more, I started to stand out. When I'm teaching a middle school or high school sports camp, out of a line of users even when seated on the toilet, I tower well above the other users. So many of the bathrooms have only half-high cubicles. Less than half have doors on the cubicles so during breaks they'll be standing there as I'm on the toilet doing my thing.
I will start conversations. What school are you from? How many years have you been playing? What's your position? They compliment me on my braided hair. Ask how long I've been doing it. How good my teams are. Whose my favorite player. My favorite team.
I pull off my wiping paper when I sit down. It encourages those in line. Because of my size, they can often hear my pee. I smile, start the conversation and let them know I'm almost done. I wink and say I guarantee that there's going to be no mess and that I'm going to flush. I wipe from my seat for obvious reasons. At the sinks, I will also talk with the girls about their hair or the school/team clothing they are wearing. One girl while walking by another who was on the toilet said "Hey sl##!" When that girl took the sink next to me I gently whispered to her that I hope she hadn't meant it. She smiled and nodded that I was right.
Twice when Adam and I have been at pro games at the arena, I've had bouts of constipation. Due to my height, I can see over the cubicle door and the dissatisfaction of those waiting longer than usual. I'll always get it out, but it might take 10 or 15 minutes compared to the one or two minute pissers on the other sides of me. Sadly, both times my supercraps jammed the bowl. I warned each person who was taking my seat about it. Both said something similar; all they cared about was a dry seat for their butt.JW
RE: Anna from Austria talking while pooping
You bring up a subject that was a pet peeve of mine in College and one of my MAIN reasons for getting out of the dorms as fast as possible. When I poop I AM BUSY. I have to strain and PUSH or I don't go. Invariably, in the dorm bathroom in the morning, there would be someone to the right and left of me that wanted to carry on a conversation. So here is my vote on that NO WAY. I CAN NOT talk and BEAR DOWN at the same time!-- JW
Monday, June 10, 2019