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Taylor

Running relief
Hi everyone, I hope you are all doing well. I have a couple of replies and a quick story today.
Victoria B - Thank you for the information! I will definitely be looking into one of those and if possible, I'll be getting one fitted in my flat! I'm really looking forward to your future stories.

Jess - Welcome! I am so pleased that my writing is helping you. I'm looking forward to reading some of your stories.

Catherine -

I'm 5'9, 140 lbs, long brown hair, D cup, kinda curvy
It takes me anywhere between 25 - 60 seconds to pee depending on how long I've been holding it
It takes me about 5 - 10 minutes. I don't rush it.
Large meals make me poop, Chinese food especially.
Caffeine makes me pee, energy drinks are a nightmare.
I always wash my hands after peeing if I can
I always wash my hands after pooping if I can
N/A
I like a variety of underwear but my every day goto is usually thongs. I don't like VPL and I feel pretty wearing them, but I wear all sorts from boyshorts, to briefs, to lace french knickers and anything inbetween.

Story time!

A few years ago I changed my diet to a healthier one and now I'm wanting to get into shape in 2020, so I've taken up running! Today was my first day out and it was better than I expected for a couple of reasons. 1) I wasn't as unfit as I predicted but most importantly 2) I pooped outdoors!

I woke up at 7am and didn't see the point in showering before my run only to shower again afterwards so I skipped my morning routine and after having a glass of water, I put on my leggings, sports bra and t-shirt and headed outside. I already had a route planned, mostly through the park and it was so quiet, I didn't see a single soul. About 10 minutes into my run I felt the familiar urge to poop, I usually go first thing in the morning and the running hadn't done me any favours. Instead of trying to hold it until I got home, I decided to duck into the trees and go there.

Once I was happy I was hidden from view I pulled my leggings down as I squatted, my butt sort of resting on the back of my heels. It was really comfortable. I relaxed and waited for my body to let go, my heart beating more from the excitement than the exercise and after a short while I was gently opened up. I made the most of the opportunity to have a little rest and catch my breath as my poop slowly slid out of me, coiling beneath me on the ground. It was lovely! It eventually broke off and feeling empty I got myself something to wipe with. I always keep a packet of kleenex with me wherever I go, keeping it in my bra in this case and I started peeing as I opened it, a faint splashing being heard as it hit the dirt below. Once I was done I used three tissues to wipe my behind while I was squatting and a fourth to wipe my front, reaching between my legs half stood up. I looked at my creation as I pulled up my shorts, a beautifully coiled, fat, long turd. It was like art! I had a quick peek to make sure the coast was clear and continued with my run, feeling much happier and much, much lighter.

JW

Squating to poop
I don't know if moderator will allow the name of a product on here or not, but there is a product on the USA market that fits in front of our standard toilet. You place your feet on it, and it puts your body in much more of a squat than a normal sitting posture. Its supposed to make pooping easier because it proports to straightens the rectum and thus less bearing down is required to get the job done.
I'm wondering how folks on here feel about? Do you know the item I'm referring to? Has anyone had any experience with it? In general has anyone got any thoughts/feelings on squatting as an aid to pooping?--JW

LC

Replies
@ Sherryl - thanks for the kind remarks. I like the toilets at work a bit more than our home toilet but I don't have to use them often.

@ masterblaster - thanks for the comment. That's a good question. I had to think about it. I probably have a list of ten or so that stand out to me for one reason or another and are of substantial amount for me. I'll post one of those stories now in a separate post.

I think large amounts are generally a function of two things, frequency or lack thereof and quantity of food intake, especially those high in fiber. I'm pretty regular but take in a high amount of food with a good amount of fiber, like lots of green vegetables. It's seldom I miss a day and almost never miss more than 48 hours, though that does happen once in a while. I've been amazed by the amount of others through first hand observation and stories from what are clearly a combination of both factors.

Brian

Helping out my (now) girlfriend
Hello, first time poster here. This story is what led up to me dating my girlfriend, brooke. It happened a couple months ago while a group of our friends were on vacation together. There were 8 of us total, 4 guys and 4 girls. Brooke and i have been friends for quite awhile and we are both 19. She is a very petite blonde and about 5'4". We were staying in 2 hotel suites, one for the guys and one for the girls. The 3rd day there We all spent the day wandering around town and shopping while going out to eat and arrived back at the hotel late afternoon. A few hours went by with Most of us hanging out in 1 room and watching tv/movies when i noticed i hadnt seen brooke in awhile. I checked both rooms and she wasnt there. I asked her friend katie and katie said brooke had taken a walk a little earlier but she wasnt back yet, and also that brooke had been acting a little off today but she wouldnt say why. So i decided to take my own walk and look for brooke. I checked the common area/lobby, the fitness room and finally the pool area. Sure enough i spotted brooke in a pool chair lounger on her phone. She was the only one in the pool area, as it was a week night during the "off season". I walked over and took the chair next to her and layed down, asking if she was ok with some company. "Sure" was her only reply. We made small talk for awhile and katie was right, something seemed off about brooke. She was being awfully quiet when normally she is very outgoing. I asked her if she was ok and she said "not really but i dont want to talk about it" so i left it alone. By now it was getting later, probably around 930 pm. I told brooke i was heading back to the room and to let me know if she needed anything. I got up to leave and she said "wait, brian, i have to tell you something, but you need to promise never to tell anyone else, im so embarrassed but i dont know what else to do or who to talk to, and i dont trust katie or the other girls not to say anything". Brooke had a blank, sad look on her face so i knew whatever it was she must have felt pretty uncomfortable with. "I promise, i wouldnt say anything to anyone, you can trust me" i told her. "I know weve known each other awhile but still, this is super embarrassing for me" she replied. I asked her what was up but she still was hesistant to say. "Its ok, brooke, you can tell me, i promise, no matter what it is i wont say anything or think any different of you". Brooke was having trouble even making eye contact with me, and just kind of stared at the floor. "Ok" she finally said. "I dont know how to say this...gosh i cant believe what im about to tell you, but......i havent been able to go to the bathroom since weve been here, and im super uncomfortable". "I dont know what to do, bri." I told her i was sorry she was going thru that and gave her a hug. "Do you need to use the bathroom now"? I asked her. She hesitantly replied "yes, ive had to for most of the day but i just cant do it. Every time ive had to pee today ive tried but its not working". "I had the urge to go yesterday but by the time we got back to the hotel it was gone". I told her i felt really bad for her and asked if there was anything she needed or that i could do. "Well i need to go, but i dont want to do it in the room, its going to take me awhile and i dont want anyone else knowing im having trouble". She took a deep breath and slowly asked "would you be ok with sitting by me and helping me out?" I told her "yes of course but only if you are ok with it!" She said she didnt think she had a choice. She then asked how are we going to do it without anyone knowing? I had an answer for that...."well, we are the only ones down here, and theres a family bathroom in here" i laughed a little and brooke asked whats funny? I said "i only know about that bathroom because, well, i needed a little privacy from the group yesterday myself" that made brooke smile a little. I led her over to the bathroom and she let me in. She walked over to the toilet and told me to turn around while she took her yoga pants and panties down. "Oh of course, hang on ive got an idea" i left the bathroom for a couple seconds and got a pool towel for brooke so she could cover her lap while sitting down. "Here, cover yourself with this when you sit down" i told her. "Arent you a gentleman" replied a smirking brooke. She seated herself and covered up. "Ok come here and sit by me" she said. I grabbed a pool chair and sat next to her. "I cant believe im about to do this" brooke said. I told her "just pretend im not here, and i swear i wont say anything. We all go to the bathroom, and your not the only one who has a rough time, i promise". I could tell brooke was embarrassed and was very hesistant to be doing this. It took her several minutes to get up the confidence to start trying to go. "Just relax" i told her, and began to rub her shoulders. She eventually began to try to go, but started off very slow and with little pushes. I kept rubbing her back and shoulders when she said "im going to have to start trying harder, but it hurts, so could i hug you or squeeze you while im trying?" I said "absolutely, anything you need". I got in front of her and she hugged me and took a deep breath. Brooke began to push harder and was squeezing me pretty good with her efforts. After a few minutes she was whimpering after each push, but would suck in another breath and continue to try. Another few minutes went by and i asked her if she was ok and how she was doing. "Its really big and hard, im struggling, brian!" She whimpered. "Its ok, just take your time, it will be over soon" i encouraged her. She resumed pushing and squeezing me. After several more attempts her movement was finally starting to come out. I could hear it crackling out of her. "Ugh this is so hard and embarrasing, but thank you for being here" she said. I reassured her it was fine and i didnt think any different of her. "Keep pushing brooke, your doing good, it will be over soon" i comforted her. She took about 10 more minutes of concentrating and straining pretty hard when the loudest splash was heard under her. This made brooke bust out laughing and sighing from the relief. "That should make you feel better" ijoked. "Dont tease me while im vulnerable, smartass!" She replied. I asked if she was done and she said no, but i think i can finish on my own. "Ok ill wait outside for you, take your time" i said. I waited outside so she could finish and wipe in private. She came out about 8 minutes later and hugged me really hard and thanked me. She said she didnt know what she would have done if i wasnt there with her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and held my hand all the way back to the room. We ended up snuggling on the couch finshing a movie with me giving her another back/shoulder rub. This experience definitely brought us closer. She actually took me on a "date" to thank me after we got home and after the night was over, told me she thinks we would make a "cute couple, what do you think!?" Of course i agreed. Weve been dating ever since!

Sunday, January 12, 2020

Constiguy

Company
I note the post by Phoebe . I love company ! Due to my medical condition doing a poo can be very exhausting and at the end I can be very shaky for a while . My best experience was long ago I was very constipated which was nothing unusual and I had an enema and my therapist was massaging my colon. This was done with me lying on the floor . She said rather than getting up to sit on the toilet she would put a pot under me when the need arise . It worked so well because I was more easily able to push out my BM whilst she pushed down on my colon. More recently I have had my rectum lubricated and sat on the throne and wrapped my arms around the therapist legs as I lent forward and bore down and pushed to words of encouragement and lower back rubbed.

Elphaba

My stomach was acting weird yesterday.
Having just had breakfast I felt like I could poo, so I went into my bathroom, dropped my pyjama bottoms and sat down on the toilet. After emptying my bladder, I began to push and I could feel the log make contact with so many nerve endings as it made its way down my rectum so much so by the time it fell out of my bumhole I was having a 'poo orgasm'. After my breath stopped being shallow and fast I opened my eyes and then wiped and flushed.

Later on, I was in town doing some clothes shopping and after buying a bra and Stranger Things t-shirt from Primark I decided to have lunch in the Costa in the food court of the Shopping Centre. As I was eating a chicken and bacon sandwich and drinking a flat white and an apple juice I felt my bladder filling up so I knew that the first thing I was going to do after finishing the chapter in my book was visit the loo. The Costa itself didn't have a bathroom so I had to go into the Marks and Spencer's opposite. Reaching the women's loo, every cubical was in use. But I didn't have to wait for long as within thirty seconds the last one opened up and I replaced a woman who looked 40-something. I placed my bag on the floor and then took off green coat and hanged it on the hook on the back of the door. Next, I pulled up my dungaree dress and pulled down my tights and navy panties before sitting on the loo. My wee stream then started and lasted for about a minute. As it tapered off suddenly a load of runny poo shot out of my bum quite unexpectedly. This caught me completely off guard as I didn't think I needed to poo. I stayed sitting on the loo for another fifteen minutes during which my stomach started to hurt and another load of runny poo came out. (In this time a woman entered the cubical next to mine and I think she was pooing or trying to poo as she spent five minutes on the loo after finishing her wee and I heard several soft grunts) After my stomach began to feel better and after sensing that no more was going to come, I stood up and looked into the bowl to see that the water had turned brown. Sitting down again wiping took forever - I must have gone through half the loo roll. After getting redressed I exited the cubical and took extra care to wash my hands. I was going to visit H&M and New Look but thought that if my stomach was dodgy, I better go home where I would be close to the toilet if I needed to go again. However, it's been 24hrs since and my bowels have returned to normal. I think the perhaps it was due to the apple juice I had as sometimes I have had runny poo after having fruit juice (although that normally happens after I've had a lot of fruit juice in a small time whereas this was only a small bottle) or perhaps it was a late reaction anxiety poo after an extremely stressful day at work the previous day.

Also here are my responses to Catherine's survey

1. Physical description of yourself: 5'7'', blue eyes, Caucasian, slightly cubby, brown hair that comes down to my shoulders
2. How long does it take you to pee? Anywhere between thirty seconds and a minute and a half
3. How long does it take you to poo? Five minutes on average; I normally poo within the first minute or so, but I like to stay on the loo to see if anything else is forthcoming
4. What things make you poo? As I said in my story above, lots of fruit juice and being anxious. Also, heavy meals
5. What things make you pee? Coke cola
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)? Always
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)? Always
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? N/A (I'm a nurse so I attach great importance to hand hygiene)
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why? - briefs because I like the feeling of my whole bum being covered.

And finally, Jess I really liked your story of Jenny and you after that New Years party

Phoebe

Husband loves company
Does anyone else's husband love company while they go?? My husband is 40, very tall and Scandinavian looking(his fam is from Norway originally) he eats a tonne all the time and I think he kind of likes or is proud of the amount he eats and the amount he "goes" as a result! Last night we were sitting on the couch watching Netflix when he began to hold his belly in a sort of absent minded way. I recognised the signs and said do you need to go to the bathroom? Yes... he said and blushed. Will you come with me? I said yes and followed him as he walked quite fast to the bathroom. He sat down quickly and immediately a long fart pushed out of him. Wow you must really need to go, I said. Yep, he said, I ate two cheeseburgers yesterday and lunch and... ughhhh... they always make me... BTHHHHTPPPP he farted again and held his stomach. It's ok baby, I told him. Just let it all out. The stink of his full bowels was already very strong and he hadn't even passed anything solid yet. His face turned red. Need to poo, he grunted. I rubbed his shoulders and felt his body tense as another loud fart was pushed into the toilet. It's starting, he said in a strained voice. I heard a crackling sound coming from underneath him. The smell got even stronger.
That's it baby. Pushhhh
Ugh
Come on
Ughhhhh... BBRRRRRTTTT... krkkl... PLOP
Good... is it all coming out?
Yeah... hnnn PLUP... PLOP PLOP PLOP
He was really emptying himself. As he leaned forward I saw yet another thick poo crowning and the toilet was already full. He strained loudly and the last chunk dropped into the toilet. Afterwards he was sweating and pulled me into his lap for a hug. I rubbed his much flatter belly causing one more fart to burst out of him, then I left the room so he could clean up.
Anyone else have similar stories about boyfriends/husbands? I think it's so sweet when guys like company while letting it all out on the toilet! x

Imogen

Catherine's survey
I decided to fill in Catherine's survey!

1. Physical description of yourself 5'5", brown hair (anywhere between shoulders and bum depending!), brown eyes, slightly curvy.
2. How long does it take you to pee? about a minute or two
3. How long does it take you to poo? it depends, normally I take 5-10 minutes
4. What things make you poo? heavy meals, fried things
5. What things make you pee? caffeine!
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)? almost always
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)? always
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? if I have to have a wee outside there isn't anywhere to wash your hands, or if there's no soap, but otherwise I'll wash
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why? - I'm not a fan of thongs, I'll wear them very occasionally, but I normally wear knickers or lacey pants, which I prefer anyway.

Ronette

Child care with the opposite sex
I did a lot of child care over the two weeks of winter break, so much that my grandpa joked that it was what he made in a full month when he got his first job in 1961.

One of my boys was Seth. He's well mannered for 7, energetic and for the most part I enjoy him. His parents are separated, own a company, and gone a lot. So he and I bond well. The problem is that we spend much of our time away from home (zoo, big city library, and city auditorium, etc.) and I'm not comfortable on how to handle the situation whenever he or I have to go to the bathroom.

I've always been the person who has to pee frequently and often it is something I can't anticipate ahead of time. One time we were coming home from the zoo and while waiting on the subway platform for our train, I had to pee. All the pop I had drank and then finishing off Seth's refill had gone through me. Pretty often, although I don't like to admit it, the need arises while I transfer from one train to another.

The bathrooms are bad in terms of cleanliness. They are crowded, the two fully open toilets offer no privacy for users except the one brick wall between the two of them that is only about a foot high. But with a child with me and I know I don't want him waiting for me outside in the crowd, I have to bring him in. I've tried a couple of things. The first time I had him wait with me until the toilet opened. Then I took him to the front of the toilet, a foot or so ahead of me, and have him stand looking away from me. I had just dropped my butt onto the seat when I realized it wasn't good for him to be standing there directly facing women waiting to, and often impatiently, replace me on the toilet.

Last week at the subway station we were somewhat lucky. Neither of the toilets was in use. So I had Seth go into the first space, open his jeans and pretend he was peeing while I quickly took my seat and prayed that I could get immediate relief for my bulging bladder. This mean lady came in almost dropping her packages and she started swearing about the condition of the room. She was asking me directions to something I had never heard of. I could not get a trickle out of my pee stream and so I grabbed Seth and we got out of there. Luckily, our train was on time, packed and we had to stand in the aisle, so I had to practically drag him up the stairs to our final transfer station.

This time I was so desperate and almost crying because I could some leakage between my legs and I knew I was a second or two away from a flood. And it didn't help when Seth told me our running made him need to poo. I said a couple of bad words to him that I shouldn't have, but I know he knew I was frustrated. We ran around a wall into the ladies room. A woman about the age of my mom was on the first toilet and wasn't showing any movement. The other toilet was open so right in front of Seth I yanked my black underwear and jeans down. I threw myself onto the toilet, and immediately the cloud between my legs burst open. I slid back on the seat, grabbed for Seth, helped him drop his sweats, and found that he indeed has been holding a lot of softer poo in. Luckily he wasn't constipated because another train or two had arrived and we were being closely watched by the growing number of ladies waiting for us.

Seth told his mom about the experience and two days later she texted me to say that I had done the right thing and something about good leadership. And she booked me for two other dates next month.

Erik (USA)

Vincene's Response
Before I respond to Vincene's response to the question I posted about childhood habits, I would like the moderator to know that I modified my posting name by adding USA in parentheses (that's where I was born) to avoid confusion with another person on this site who spells his name the same way that I do. Thanks. And now, to the business at hand. To Vincene: Thanks a lot for the reply. A lot of other people may have called your mom "Psycho Mom" for letting you soil your pants as a kid, but I don't. I applaud her for what she did on those occasions. There aren't a lot of parents who let their kids poop in their pants. Your mom did. And she gets my support for that.

Sherryl

To Kaylee
You poop in nature/outside too? That's cool. I don't find it embarrassing either as I do it all the time. What are some of your best experiences with doing it?

Anna from Austria

pooping outdoor
@Kaylee Yes I had to poop outdoor for 2 times already. And it was ok.

I do not consider it embarrassing necessarily. With a perfect hidding spot that grants ample privacy it is alright. I was lucky the 2 instances I had to go. Nobody could see me.

I just find the though embarrasing that somebody could see me with my private parts exposed and that sombody could see my turds coming out from my rear.

greetings from Austria

Anna

Jess

New here and Responses to Catherine's survey
Hi everyone! My name's Jess and I've been lurking around here for nearly 4 years now, and must admit, I find it to be an amazing forum. I especially love Taylor, Victoria B, Brittany B, Catherine and Mina's stories. All have helped me feel less self conscious about bowel movements. Anyway, by way of introduction I'll answer Catherine's survey. Here goes:

1. I'm tall and slim around 5:9, bob style cut, brown hair and 36 years old.
2. It usually takes me anywhere between 10 and 30 seconds to pee. The longer I've been holding, the longer my pee lasts.
3. It usually takes me under a minute to poo. I have quite bulky movements which are often effortless to pass.
4. High fibre foods, water, kombucha and exercise all help me to poo. Beans, lentils, raspberries and green vegetables all add great volume to my poos.
5. Water, cucumber, celery and lots of fluids make me wee.
6. 95% of the time I'll wash my hands after I pee, but I may not always in the middle of the night if going straight back to bed and I'm feeling too tired, or if I'm about to hop in the shower.
7. I'll always 100% wash my hands after I poo.
8. See my response in question 6.
9. I always wear full briefs. In Australia we call thongs, G-strings and I cannot stand that permanent wedgie up the butt feeling!!

Thanks everyone! I'll have some stories for you soon.
Jess

Victoria B.

Catherine's survey
Here we go!

1. Physical description of yourself
2. How long does it take you to pee?
3. How long does it take you to poo?
4. What things make you poo?
5. What things make you pee?
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)?
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)?
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? Just wondering
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why?

1. 5'9" 135 lbs with brown hair, pale blue eyes and glasses. Small breasts, big hips and a huge butt. A juicy pear in other words.
2. About 30 seconds on average. My bladder can hold a decent amount.
3. Between five and ten minutes depending on whether I'm pooping in public, at a friend's place or at home.
4. Greens, nuts, coffee, carbs in general.
5. Coffee, beer
6. Always
7. Always
8. N/A
9. I wear all kinds of panties from skimpy thongs to full booty coverage boyshorts. Buying underwear is one of my favorite things to do and significant life events or achievements are often celebrated with a new pair or two. Aerie and Savage x Fenty are my favorites!

Curious to see what others have to say!

Love,
Victoria!

Vincene

Erik's question
Were you ever told to hold your poop or given permission to poop your pants when you were a kid?

Yes. This happened on several occasions, mostly when we were traveling, and the bathrooms were too dirty or didn't have the seat protectors available. Mom was adamant about that. Your body was never to have direct contact with a public toilet seat. Period! So I would reluctantly let go in my underwear and Mom would throw it and the contents out at first chance. Imagine how I felt hearing the person sitting to my right and left in a public bathroom leisurely sitting and peeing and/or crapping away with "psycho Mom" trying to explain lamely why she had such high standards for me.

Of course, when I was 16 and our family moved from one part of the country to another, and my new school didn't have the toilet seat tissues that I had gotten use to, I reluctantly let go of my training and I haven't looked back in more than 10 years since seeing the light. Just this morning I stopped for gas and had my crap at a gas station on my way in to work. They did have the seat sheets, but I haven't used one for so long I probably wouldn't be able to unfold it and place it on the seat right. However, I'm nearing 30 and do have to remember when I'm traveling with Mom to spread toilet paper over the seat before sitting down. She's been doing it for 60 years and swears by it.

Kaylee

To Anna from Austria
Anna have you already pooped somewhere in nature? I don't consider it embarrassing -Kaylee

Victoria B.

Replies
Hey!

Just a few responses for today

To Minappe: It's kind of a low-tech equivalent to the washlets you have on the green and beige loos. My bidet isn't a separate toilet seat, but something that attaches to the seat and to the water supplies for both the toilet (cold water) and the sink (hot water). There's no electricity involved because American bathrooms always include the toilet. It's in a room with other water-using fixtures, not in a separate room and there's almost never an outlet next to it like in Japanese loos.

That being said, you can wash both front and back if needed. It's controlled by the same knob; the other knob controls the temperature of the water and then there's a switch that adjusts the angle of the water going into you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart (and bottom!) for inspiring me to take the plunge on a bidet. If I hadn't read your stories and gotten curious I probably wouldn't have one right now! Hope the rest of you four are doing well!

To Taylor: Your stories with Jennifer lately have been fantastic! Of course there'll be stories. By the way, if you're interested, the company that made mine does ship to the UK. I got the fancier model because the option of hot water was a necessity for someone living in one of the coldest parts of the US like I do but it still only cost something like �80. A quick check of their website told me that they do ship internationally and sell an adapter that would allow you to connect it to British plumbing!

Love,
Victoria!

Catherine

Survey
Hi! Because I've been gone for a while and because I've been an "irregular" poster, would you consider "dooing" this brief survey?

1. Physical description of yourself
2. How long does it take you to pee?
3. How long does it take you to poo?
4. What things make you poo?
5. What things make you pee?
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)?
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)?
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? Just wondering
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why?

Here are my answers:
1. Physical description of yourself: 6'1, 190 lbs, athletic and curvey (big boobs, hips and butt), cocoa, tan skin, Greek ethnicity, brown hair, brownish-black hair, 39 years old
2. How long does it take you to pee? Maybe 20-25 seconds. I have a big bladder and usually go 5-6 times per day in large amounts.
3. How long does it take you to poo? 5 minutes. I go twice daily, usually large and loggia, but soft.
4. What things make you poo? High fiber diet, water, exercise...sometimes spicy foods might upset my stomach, beer, or large amounts of alcohol (which is very rare).
5. What things make you pee? Water
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)? Always
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)? Always
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? Just wondering
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why? I wear briefs, usually Hanes her way. I don't spend a lot on panties, because, who will see them???

I look forward to your responses!

Love to all! Happy New Year!

Catherine!

Jessica B

Jenny's Party Dumps
Hi everyone,

I had planed going for a hike last Saturday. However, we had our company New Years dinner the day before and we all ended up staying up late. My colleague Jenny, a rather short redhead, crashed at my place because we realized it would be dangerous to drive home. She was very grateful for my invitation as she lives outside of town and getting a cab or a Uber would have been pricey. When my alarm clock rang, I snoozed it immediately and decided I'd rather stay at home. I returned to sleep and woke up again one hour later. I always have to pee first thing in the morning, so I went directly to the bathroom. I noticed Jenny was also waking up. I asked her whether she had a good sleep, which she answered with yes. She then said that she would invite me for breakfast to thank me for letting her stay at my place. However, she had to use the toilet first. I got dressed and she still wasn't done by the time I was ready, so I knew she probably was having a bowel movement.
At some point I heard the flush, so I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Jenny apologized for the smell as she came out: "Sorry, Jess! I always get an upset belly from white wine." I told her not to apologize and that white wine had the same effect on me. She was right though, the smell she left behind was foul to say the least.
We went to a hip coffee shop nearby and ordered breakfast. The large cappuccinos and extra serving of scrambled eggs helped us waking up and we had a nice time chatting. By the time we were about to leave, I was long overdue for a visit to the ladies. While Jenny was paying, I excused myself and made my way to the bathroom, located in the basement. There were two sinks and two stalls. A blonde lady in her late thirties wash washing her hands. Guessing by the smell, she just had a poo as well. I took the first stall and sat down. The seat was still warm. Almost immediately, my backdoor opened up to let my first log out. I would normally have waited for the other lady to leave the bathroom to enjoy some extra privacy, but this time my number two was just too urgent. I passed two very soft logs within seconds. I did not feel done, thus I remained seated. Then, the bathroom door opened and another lady walked in. "Jess, is it you?" Jenny asked; "Yeees..." I answered. "Good job stinking up the place!" She was teasing me. "It wasn't me", I argued. "Well, it wasn't only me..." Jenny laughed and took the remaining stall. She locked the door and slammed her butt onto the seat. Seconds later, she had a strong pee stream going. She then farted loudly: "Oops!", she giggled. I passed another small nugget while I could hear Jenny getting rid of some extra waste. She wasn't lying when she said that drinking gave her a good clear out. She was done after a few plops and we started wiping simultaneously. We flushed and she went to the sink to wash her hands while I had some work to do with the brush because my very soft logs had left quite some stains on the bowl. We both came out of the bathroom a lot lighter and feeling way better.

Jenny then went fetch her car while I headed to the book store before going home to relax.

Love & take care,
Jess

Lynn

Pregnant and sick
Hi guys!!! I read this forum a lot and felt like actually posting. I am 25 weeks pregnant and I have also unfortunately caught a nasty cold. I was in our basement switching the laundry around and I started coughing pretty badly. When I stopped I felt a warm sensation and then notice that I was peeing onto our area rug we have down by the washer and dryer because our basement isn't finished. I was just in a nightgown and undies so I was peeing right through them onto the floor. I thought about trying to move to the drain in the floor that wasn't too far away but I figured I might as well finish. Once I had finished I called to my hubby to bring down the pet stain remover and he said "did the dog have an accident" and I said "No it was me!" He came down and cleaned it up while I got cleaned up. I've had a couple other accidents since being pregnant so we've decided I might need some protection especially when I'm out and about.

Lene
I have three pooping stories from last summer. I stayed for some weeks with my best friend in their summer house in the country side. They had an outhouse toilet adjacent to an old barn, the kind with just a round hole. When pooping, the poop just fell one meter down, lying there on the top of the pile. Once the brother of my friend went there just after my visit, in the moment I came out. It was a bit embarrassing knowing that he could see my private waste. I hope he did not think of it. Another time I went for a biking trip with my friend and her parents. At a break I happened to see her father going to toilet in the bushes. Luckily I came up from behind so he did not observe me. Another time I went to poop in the woods because the need was so strong. I thnk nobody saw me.

Heather H.

Post Title (optional)Sick to my stomach
I awoke this morning feeling fine, had breakfast with my husband and two daughters Savanna 10 and Amber 14. I arrived at my office after the twenty minute commute. While working at my computer I began to have stomach cramps around 9:30. I thought maybe my breakfast wasn't agreeing with me and continued to work. About 10 minutes later I felt that I was going to have diarrhea and quickly made my way the the ladies room. I removed my my skirt and thong and released a gush of diarrhea into the toilet. Sitting there I continued to have cramps and more diarrhea three wave total. After about 15 minutes I returned to my desk. At 11:00 The stomach cramps returned and I made another dash for the ladies room. The diarrhea was worse this time, brown water, and my stomach was cramping terribly, continued with 2 more waves of diarrhea, and I was beginning to feel like I could vomit. I thought then that I had caught the stomach bug that has been going around. I finished this round of runs and dressed and made my way to the sink and placed a cool/ wet paper towel to my forehead.After about 2 minutes I dashed back to the toilet for another round of diarrhea. I had another 2 waves. After another 10 minutes, I dressed and contacted my boss and told her that I needed to go home because I was sick. She told me that two other girls had called in sick also. On the way home I had cramps and felt as if I was going to vomit. Luckily I had a plastic grocery bag with me as I dry heaved into it. At home I went to the bathroom 2 times with more diarrhea. I spent the rest of the afternoon in bed. At 5:30 my husband arrived home and after the girls told him that I was sick he came in to check on me. I told him how sick I was, he stroked my hair and asked if he could get be anything. As we were talking I felt sick and made a dash to the bathroom having more diarrhea. He gently opened the door and noticed that I was starting to heave while sitting on the toilet, he grabbed the waste basket and held it in front of me as i vomited three volleys in to it, having diarrhea at the same time in the toilet. He is my knight in shining armor. I just hope he and the girls don't get this. It has been a couple of hours since and I have vomited another 2 times and and had the diarrhea once more.

Heather H.

Sunday, January 05, 2020

Elphaba

New Years
This New Years Eve I spent at an extremely enjoyable party an old school friend was hosting. As she still lives in the town where we grew up, I had to catch the train from where I live now. I had used the loo at the station before getting on the train to wee, but by the time I arrived at my destination I needed to wee again. To my horror though the toilets were closed. Adding to my consternation was that it was 6pm so most, if not all, of the shops with loo's would be shut. I was thinking I might have to hold on until I got to my friend's house. I made my way across the town centre to the bus stop and luckily just before the shopping centre was still open for people to walk through. I rushed through the centre, up the escalator and across to the toilets where I had an extremely relieving wee. Whilst I was doing this someone else came into use the loo but left before I was done. I had noticed that the toilets had been done up since the last time I used them two years ago; this was the time where someone called security because I was using the women's bathroom (I wrote about this on page 2663) so it was quite nice to avenge that memory by this time having nobody question my presence there. Anyway, I then got the bus to my friend's house and had a great time at the party. I was having my fair share of Jack Daniels and coke and because of this I was having to use the bathroom every hour or so to wee. On one occasion I really needed to wee but I was having too much fun talking to another one of my friends that I didn't want to get up and use the bathroom. This meant however that soon a jet of wee escaped and wet my panties. I quickly excused myself and walked to the bathroom which after I had finished weeing, I used the loo roll to pat dry the considerable wet patch in my panties. When the party ended a couple of the other partygoers and I slept on sofas (I was going to say we slept the night, but we didn't go to bed until 5.30). I was awakened the next day by the girl I was talking to when I had the accident getting up and leaving the living room. She returned about ten minutes later and seeing I was awake we said our good mornings to each other. I then got up and left the living room and across to the bathroom. Closing the door I immediately smelt the aroma of poo and sitting down on the loo to empty my bladder I noticed that the seat was quite warm. I caught the train home later on in the day and was farting every ten minutes or so. I was going to wait until I got home to poo but by the time the train reached the station I needed to wee. I did think about using the disabled bathroom as I wasn't wearing any makeup (I find I 'pass' more when I do) but dismissed this and went into the women's loo. After having a wee I farted some more and several extremely small pebbles of poo plopped out of my bum. I stayed on the loo for another ten minutes scrolling through Facebook as I tried to push what I felt was a big load out of my anus but in the end I had to admit that I wasn't going to produce any more. I then got redressed and, unlocking the cubical door, went across to the sinks to wash my hands. Leaving the bathroom and then the station I went to the bus stop to wait for a bus to take me back to my flat.

Biggalpoooper

Huge dump to start 2020
I've posted on here once about my constipation issues and having a barium enema. Here's another story of getting super constipated over the holidays

We were at my uptight in laws for Christmas. They live in a small house with paper thin walls. There was a lot of great food that I gorged on but after 3 days, I'm super bloated and can't poop knowing everyone could hear everything.

My so and I head on a 6hr drive home. I'd hoped I might manage to poop at a rest stop but I just laid my seat back and rubbed my bloated, distended stomach. Finally we got home and I run straight for the toilet. I hold onto the sink and grunt and strain to only get a few farts in return. My SO ran out and got suppositories. He tells me to strip down, go to the bed, and take my medication. Even though I'm embarrassed, I'm in so much pain that I'm sweating and dizzy so I just do as I'm told. I lie on my side, naked with my big bloated belly sticking out. So lifts a hefty butt cheek and outs two suppositories in. I have to wait an hour for it to work, he says.

I start feeling like I need the toilet about 15 minutes in but so gently holds me down. He rubs my stomach and some farts escape but I'm afraid if I keep farting I'll start pooping. I start crying, get cold shakes, then finally get to sit on the toilet.

I feel relief as an embarrassingly loud and stinky bout of gas comes out, but I have to have my so bush hard on my stomach as i lift my legs in the air, straining hard as I feel the huge blockage move. Finally it stretches my hole so badly that I start to cry. So says all we can do now is keep pushing hard until it's out. I sob,moan, strain hard at this thing. So brings in a step stool we use around the house. I use it to place my legs in the squatting position, then things move a bit easier. 20 more minutes of straining and farting I finally, purple faced, push out the huge blockage while so watches. He says it was as thick as a Coke can.

I'm all good now? Nope. The blockage gone,my gut continues to contract. Huge farts and mushy poo pour out if me with every painful cramp. By the end I've been shitting on the toilet over an hour and am basically limp as occasional loud farts push their way out. SO pushes on my stomach a few times and a few squirts of poo come out but by then I'm done. He helps me clean up and I lie down and take a 2hr nap, feeling so much better.

Taylor

Using the outside toilet.
Hi everyone! I hope you all had a fantastic New Year celebration last night and aren't suffering from it too much :P I spent today (New Years Day) with Jennifer having a little catch up. I hadn't pooped since Christmas Eve despite trying every day but at about 2pm today I needed to go BAD! I went from not needing to poop to worrying about filling my knickers in the space of 30 minutes. I knew it was going to be a lot and I was concerned about Jennifer's plumbing. "Do you have a plunger yet Jennifer? I really need to use your loo."
"Not yet" she laughed "but you can use the outhouse again if you like?" I told her I would love to and we went to the end of her garden. I felt a little rude about closing the door on her, and I hate talking through doors so I propped it open with a rock. Jennifer would be able to see me in all my glory.

I pulled my jeans and knickers down to my calves and sat down on the wooden bench, positioning myself over the hole. I was really excited about what was to come. I love pooping so I'm always sad when I get a little blocked up. I made small talk with Jennifer while I waited for nature to work its magic, gently massaging my gurgling stomach with my hand. After a few minutes my stomach suddenly tightened, it was like I had been punched in the gut and I felt an immense pressure against my backdoor. I stared straight ahead, fully taking in the sensations as my poop forced its way out of me, stretching me to capacity. It felt SO good. "You're going aren't you" Jennifer asked. "Uh-huh" I replied. "I can tell by the look on your face." I stayed looking forwards as it slowly but surely creeped out of me. It seemed to go on forever, I don't know where I had been storing it all! At the same time, I didn't want it to end, I was enjoying it so much.

It eventually broke off with a dull thud and I flashed Jennifer a smile as I began peeing, the coffees from earlier were making their way out of my system. I went for about 15 seconds and feeling empty, I got myself some toilet paper. I started with my front, reaching between my legs and wiping from front to back then got some more for my rear. I needed four pieces before it came back clean and I stood up, pulling up my clothes at the same time. I then pulled the handle twice to "flush". Soil being deposited on top of my load.

"Do you mind if I go too?" Jennifer asked. "I can't rival that monster but the cold air has made me need to pee and since there's a toilet right there, it only makes sense." I said of course and we swapped places. Jennifer pulled down her leggings and thong to her knees and sat down over the hole. "Thanks for warming it up" she giggled as a faint hissing started, her wee hitting the front of the toilet. She went for about 10 seconds and got herself some toilet paper, reaching behind to wipe before getting up and redressing. We went back inside to wash our hands and relax for the rest of the day. It's now 10pm and I still haven't pooped this evening so I'm wondering what tomorrow morning will be like.

Marie

Happy New Year
Happy New Year, I wanted to wish you all a happy new year. We finally got snow here in Michigan, about a week late for Christmas. Potty training for my little sister Amanda is going well but I think I might introduce her to going in special places soon (I found a strange wet spots in her closet). I haven't done much recently, other than go in my closet or having my morning potties in my closet.

-Bianca: I'm glad you liked my story about my training potty. You ever thought about getting one?

-Marie

Sherryl

Reply and Story.
To Bianca: I loved that story too. I think you would be someone fun to poop with.
So this story is from the Christmas poop party we had at my friend Amber's house. So it was me, Amber, Ashlynn, Jenise, Tara and Tara's friend Dana. The 6 of us made one hell of a stinky mess. We all waited until we all had to poop. We decided it would be wherever we wanted to do it at, however we wanted to do it, and we could use whatever we wanted to wipe with. We were scoring also on degree of difficulty, speed of pooping, extra points if you peed, and finally size of your shit.
For myself, I went out on to her porch, grabbed an empty flower pot, put it on the deck, climbed up on a deck chair, squatted and took a fat shit that landed in the flower pot. It was a massive log that amazing filled up the flower pot n I peed all over the deck chair. I used a hand towel to wipe with. I got a 7.5/10
Amber decided to go out in to her garage and removed the grate for the drain, put a chair with a toilet seat attached to it and put it over the hole, sat on it and pushed out 3 small piles of shit. It all fell in to the hole, so she had incredible aim, as I did. She used a few pages from a magazine to wipe with. She peed as well and scored an 8/10.
Jenise was up next and we knew that she was gonna score big. She went in to the bathroom and decided to get up on the sink and proceeded to shit and piss in it. She had to strain a little bit but she managed to fill up the sink with warm n mushy poo. It was so stinky and even though it wasn't difficult, the size and smell and her peeing got her a score of 9/10. She used the shower to wipe up lol.
Tara and Dana went next. They did a back to back poop, using each other as a support in a sort of wall sit position. They both pushed out some pretty good sized logs. Tara pushed out 2 and Dana pushed out 4. Dana used baby wipes to wipe with and she also peed. Tara used them too and took a bunch of them to wipe her messy ass hole but didn't pee. Dana got 9/10 and Tara got an 8.5/10.
Finally, Ashlynn, who has been a rival of mine for reigning champion of this event(yes, this has happened for the last 3 years), went. I knew she was gonna do something difficult. She went out on the deck where I had just shit but instead of doing what I did, she grabbed a bucket and went down to the ground, set it up, came back up on the deck, pulled her pants n thong down, climbed up on the railing, and let go 3 strong n solid turds...All 3 landed in the bucket. I couldn't believe it, she outdid me again. However, I got lucky and she couldn't get herself to pee and she only used toilet paper and so she got a 9/10 as well.
Well, we had a tie on our hands, so later on Dana and Ashlynn had to poop again. This time, it was agreed upon that it was only gonna be size and what was used for wiping that would determine the score. They also had to go outside and squat.
Ashlynn went first and pushed out only a tiny turd lol. She tried to make up for it by using only the snow on the ground to clean up with, but Dana outdid her by pushing out a torrent of diarrhea and used some dead leaves that were on a patch of melted snow.
Even though I didn't win, I didn't have to see Ashlynn win either lol. Dana was the new girl and she earned her title.
We all went back in to the house and cleaned up ourselves with hot showers.

Aaron

Andrea and her sister
Hi, it's Aaron with another story I thought you would be interested in hearing and maybe have a comment or two. On Christmas eve, my wife Andrea and I had her sister and her sister's husband Mike over for dinner, drinks and the exchanging of gifts. shortly after dinner my wife excused herself and went in to take her usual after dinner dump. as you know the apartment is small and you can hear pretty much everything. I would say that within 30 seconds of closing the door my wife let out one long loud fart followed by a brief pause then another loud blast. My wife's sister Elaine laughed and said, "My God she's even louder than me!" At that point Mike said, "I don't think we should go there you know how I feel about bathroom sounds." Elaine said, "Oh come on Mike so she's taking a shit." Then she looked at me and asked, "You're ok with her bathroom sounds, right?" I said, "I love her bathroom sounds". I decided not to go any further. Mike said, "Aaron I'm not criticizing Andrea, what the two of you are ok with is fine with me. Elaine brought it up, I never would have said a word. Elaine and I have been going round and round about this since we've been married. I don't know why she can't be quiet when she is in the bathroom. I don't make a racket." Elaine chimed in, "Of course you do! I can hear your piss hitting the water all over our apartment." Mike responded, "What do you want me to do, piss on the floor? The toilet bowl is filled with water." Elaine shot back, "Aim for the side so it isn't going directly in the water!" Mike was frustrated and said, "You don't have a dick, it's not that easy to aim. All you have to do is sit down."
I was getting the feeling that they were heading into a full fledged brawl. This was Christmas Eve after all. I had to cool things down. Meanwhile my wife had been farting and pooping in the bathroom and was missing all this. Finally after a few more back and forths my wife finished up and came out of the bathroom. "What's going on, you don't like to hear a woman farting and shitting Mike? Mike said, I don't mind her making noise in front of me but not when we have company". Andrea said coyly, "Come on Mike you can't tell me that Elaine doesn't turn you on when you hear her farting. All I have to do is let out a long loud fart in front of Aaron and I can see him getting an erection. "Ok, said Mike, There is nothing about Elaine that doesn't turn me on including her bathroom sounds." "So what's the big deal?" asked Andrea. "You think a few stiffs are going to be horrified because they hear an uninhibited woman farting and shitting loudly in her own apartment? I'll tell you this, those same stiffs would love to be in there watching your sexy wife farting and shitting!"
Mike was humbled. He could say nothing. Andrea lectured Mike, "You know Mike taking a shit is one of those things that is very enjoyable and makes you feel much better when you are done. Why on earth would you try to inhibit someone from doing something that is very pleasurable and I think Elaine and I both agree can be very erotic!"
Elaine clapped loudly! All Mike could say was, "Ok I'll be better". Andrea said, "If you are really honest about that, it will open doors that you could never imagine and will make your relationship with Elaine so much closer than you could ever believe"
expected

End of 2019. Time to tell my most embarrassing toilet story from the last decade. Biking in the rural areas of Turkey, I visited a local gas station/bar for Coke, coffee and sweets. The need for a toilet appeared. But I found no toilet. Asking the waitress about one, she said outside and pointed to a path leading into the bushes. At the end there was a horizontal stick fixed among two trees. No paper, so I went back and asked for some paper from the waitress. She smiled and handed me a bunch of paper. Bravely I went out again, found the stick, pulled shorts down and placed my bum on the stick and let loose. A wonderful feeling as I had been constipated for almost one week. I used some minutes to be sure that I was really emptied, wiped well and pulled up. Just then, when turning around, I realized that behind this primitive toilet was a vegetable garden. Not a problem in itself. But there were two boys weeding out there, which I had not been aware of. But for sure they had seen me, from behind, less than 15 meters away. They were politely trying to hide their amusement, but I could not avoid noticing their tittering. No doubt that that had seen this American lady in a vulnerable moment. When returning to our hotel I told my husband about the incident. He began laughing loudly and could not resist teasing me for several days afterwards. But later during the same holiday he did not laugh any more. At a car trip up in the mountains we had to stop and he had to hide behind some stones because he got an urgent need to poop. When squatting, just about to wipe, suddenly a young female shepherd came by! Paper in his hands and a load beneath, no doubt what he had been doing. She just smiled and waved to him, and said something he did not understand, and held her dog away from him! But the poor guy literally did not know which way to turn! From distance I got a marvelous picture of him squatting with a bare bum out there.

Benjamin

Staying in a dangerous abandoned motel, part 1
When I was sixteen, Carrie suggested it might be fun to "camp" for a few days in a recently condemned and abandoned motel on the outskirts of town. I was understandably leery of the idea, given the propensity of drug-users and homeless people to move into such places, fearing it would be unsafe. However, she was very keen on the idea and asked several friends to join us.

As it was summer, we could afford to take off for a while. Dishonestly, we told our parents we were going camping in the woods for a few days, knowing they wouldn't approve of where we were really going. We packed for four days and set out on Monday morning, with four other friends, four girls named Kelly, Kat (short for Kaitlyn), Jessie, and Ryan.

When we pulled into the back parking lot of the abandoned building (so we wouldn't be seen by patrolling officers; it's a wonder we weren't spotted during our technically illegal stay), the place appeared deserted. No one was around, which was fortunate. The back maintenance door was ajar, as were many windows. It had been cleared out by workers and later by looters.

We entered the building carefully and quietly, carrying our bags and cooler (which only held preserved, ready-to-eat stuff, given the obvious lack of refrigeration facilities). The atmosphere inside the motel was oppressive and utterly silent. It was dark, damp, and smelled of mold. Carrie pressed close to me as we walked down the hallway, looking scared. It did feel a bit like walking into a horror movie.

We walked down a few hallways until we found ourselves in the large, open reception area, now empty of furnishings. We turned a corner and headed into another wing of the motel. On the way down the corridor, we saw rooms open, with bare bedframes and dressers strewn about, perhaps a mattress or two. Not everything had been judged salvageable, apparently.

We stopped in one of these rooms, an interior one with no windows, and we decided this would be ours for the next few days. We dragged several mattresses in from other rooms and spread out our sleeping bags on top of them. Good enough. Kat had been dancing around a bit for the past ten minutes and finally, blushing furiously, told us she was dying to go for a pee. Kelly laughed and Kat glared at her.

Carrie quickly called our attention and, grinning, dared us to go to the bathroom in front of each other during our time here. Carrie grinned at me and I knew it wouldn't bother her in the slightest, but the other girls looked a bit more concerned. Carrie assured them that no one would laugh and nothing would leave the motel. They nodded.

Gritting her teeth, Kat headed back out into the hallway. We followed her and she entered another room down the hall on the other side of the hall. She opened the bathroom door and went inside. We couldn't all fit into the small room, so we crowded around the doorway as she quickly pulled down her pants and sat on the empty toilet.

Psssssssss! Her stream started almost immediately and she sighed loudly in relief, her eyes closing. Her tinkling pee lasted for nearly a minute before trickling to a stop. She sighed again and opened her eyes. Her face was flaming red. She took a packet of tissues out of the pocket of her jeans around her ankles and wiped.
Covering herself with her hand, she jumped up and quickly jerked up her pants. She took a peek in the toilet she'd used.

"Huh, it's all gone," she observed.

"Probably just drained down the pipes," Kelly said.

"Phew, I feel so much better!" Kat said and we laughed.

The room smelled slightly of pee now, which made Kelly and Carrie giggle. Kat blushed again. "Where will we poop?" Kelly asked suddenly. She looked a bit uncomfortable.

"You need to?" Carrie asked, smiling. Kelly hesitated and then nodded her head. "How about here? We can use it as the pooping room for now, I don't think you'll fill the toilet by yourself!"

Kelly glanced around at us nervously, then she swallowed and nodded. Heading for the toilet Kat had just vacated, she slipped her yoga pants down and quickly sat on the toilet, thanking Kat for warming it up, which made Kat smile at her.

"If I toot and you all laugh...I swear..."

We assured her we wouldn't. I caught Carrie's eye and saw she was all but biting her lip. Uh oh. Kelly took several deep breaths in preparation.

"You can do it, girl!" Kat cheered her on. "Come on, push!"

Kelly laughed nervously and shut her eyes, which probably helped calm her. She sucked in another breath and then her body tensed up as she clearly started to push. After a few moments, a loud crackling sound started in the toilet and she grunted softly a few times. Thud! Her first turd dropped into the bowl. Carrie and Kat burst into cheers, while the others clapped. Kelly smiled gratefully at us. Then she grunted again, pushing a second time.

Prrrt...frrrt! Kelly suddenly farted loudly twice. Her eyes popped open in shock and embarrassment, but nobody laughed, as promised. She sucked in another great breath and shut her eyes again. Her legs were shaking, I noticed, though whether it was from nerves, I wasn't sure. She leaned forward slightly as she started pushing a third time, grunting again softly as she strained.

Crackling sounds started in the toilet bowl again as she grunted. Her second turd finally dropped into the bowl with a heavy thud after nearly ten seconds of pushing and grunting. Her breath rushed out in a relieved huff. PRRRRRT! Another loud fart echoed in the bowl. Psssssss! A sudden storm of tinkling surprised us as Kelly started peeing. A sigh of relief escaped her as her bladder emptied at last.

As her tinkle came to an end, another fart echoed in the empty toilet. She took a moment to rest, opening her eyes and smiling at us in an embarrassed fashion. "This feels good," she said. "I really, really needed to poop, I haven't gone in three days!"

"Why didn't you poop for so long?" Carrie said in concern.

Kelly shrugged. "I don't know. I just didn't need to--" Prrrrrt! A long fart exited her bottom as she finished speaking, making her stop and laugh. "Oops! Sorry!"

Kelly scrunched up her face as she started pushing again. "Keep your eyes open and look at us!" Carrie told her. Kelly blushed but did what she said. She stared at us resolutely as her face slowly turned red from pushing and she started grunting softly under her breath. Again, a slow crackling started in the toilet under her and after about ten seconds, a loud thud echoed in the bowl as her next turd dropped into it. She didn't let up on the pressure and two more big turds dropped into the bowl. She gasped and took several deep breaths, looking winded. She kept staring at us as she grunted again, her eyes squinting...and then her brown eyes went WIDE as she loudly farted!

"Oopsie tootsie!" Kat teased her gleefully. Kelly flipped her off, which made Eric laugh.

Kelly started grunting again, her eyes squinting with the effort. "Dang, girl, how much poop do you have in you?" Carrie asked her in disbelief. Kelly was pushing too hard to answer. Crackling noises started again as she strained hard, and finally, a heavy thud echoed in the bowl as she pooped yet again.

"Ugh...I think I'm almost done!" Kelly told us, looking exhausted. "Nnnnng!" She grunted loudly again, shutting her eyes and pressing her hands into her stomach. A long crackling started as she sighed in relief. "Yeah...oh god, that's it, that feels awesome..."

THUD! She grunted loudly as it dropped out of her, seemingly out of sheer relief rather than trying to push again. Pa-frrrrrt! Pa-prrrrt! Frrrrt! Ffft...ffffft! She let off a volley of loud farts as she finished, her face glowing with relief. Finally, all was silent and she opened her eyes again. Her face was shiny with sweat and she was breathing heavily. "Wow, I feel twenty pounds lighter!"

Carrie laughed. "Yeah, I bet that's about accurate."

"Phew, pass me the toilet paper," Kelly panted. As Kat handed her several tissues, Kelly's nose wrinkled and she gagged. "Oh...oh, wow! That's bad! That smells sooo bad!" She coughed and quickly set about wiping her butt with the tissues. Once she was done, she dropped them into the toilet and stood up and pulled her pants up.

She turned and looked into the toilet, gasping loudly. We looked in and saw her turds piled up in the toilet, surrounded by a wide pool of pee as the drain hole had been clogged. Oops. "Wow, I had to take a big poop," Kelly said. "I feel so much better now."

Carrie gave her some hand sanitizer lotion and we left the smelly bathroom behind. We spent the rest of the day exploring the building and grounds. Fortunately, it was completely deserted at the time of our stay. Shortly after lunch, Carrie nipped into a random bathroom to pee. We heard her fart quietly twice, but she exited the bathroom after only a few minutes.

Ryan announced boldly that she needed to poop around four PM. We headed back to the bathroom where Kelly and Kat had gone. It was really bad inside the room and Ryan gagged slightly as she entered the bathroom. She unbuckled her jeans and slipped them down, sitting on the toilet and smiling nervously at us.

Pffffrrrt! A big fart erupted into the toilet and she burst out laughing. "Oops, excuse me!" she said. Then she gritted her teeth and grunted and her face slowly began to redden as she pushed. After a few moments, a long crackling was heard as she started to poop, and finally, a thud in the bowl told us her first turd had dropped. She sighed.

Prrrrt! She farted again. Crackle...thud. Thud...thud...plop. She sighed in relief. Pssss... A stream of pee hit the bowl as she let loose, which continued for twenty seconds before tapering off. She farted again after peeing. Then she asked for the toilet paper, saying she was done pooping finally. As she took the roll Carrie passed her, another loud fart echoed in the bowl. She giggled and then wiped herself.

Carrie said she needed to poop as well when Ryan stood up and pulled up her pants. However, she left the room after Ryan cleaned her hands and we followed her. Carrie was clearly searching for something. She let off a few farts as she walked, making Kelly giggle.

She finally paused in a small alcove shielded from the hallway by a wall (probably where a vending machine had stood), with only a tall metal trash bin in the corner. It was one of those types that had a "cap" on the top with a round hole in the center. Almost like a toilet. Ah.

Carrie glanced cautiously around before her hands started fumbling with her jeans. She dropped them to her ankles and hopped up on the trash bin, her bare butt resting right on top of the circular hole. It honestly looked quite comfy.

Pfffrrrt! A loud, echoing fart reverberated in the metal trash bin and she laughed. Her face scrunched up in a grimace and she grunted as she started to push hard. Her feet flexed against the side of the trash bin again and again as she pushed, as she obviously couldn't hold them against the floor. Soon, I heard a long crackling start, followed by a resounding THUNK in the bottom of the bin as her first turd dropped. She sighed and then started grunting again. Crackle...THUD...THUD...THUD. She gasped and caught her breath for a moment after unloading like that.

Prrrt! Another fart echoed in the trash bin, followed by a second fart and a third. Carrie glanced at me and giggled. Gassy girl. She scrunched her face again and strained, gripping the edges of the top of the bin on which she sat. THUNK--prrrt! She sighed again.

A metallic rattle started in the bottom of the trash bin and Carrie sighed softly. She was peeing. Her stream finally died away after nearly thirty seconds of peeing. Her face twisted again as she grunted softly. SPLASH! Her next turd dropped into what was clearly a pool of pee. She laughed and we did too.

Prrrrrrrt... A last, slow fart exited her bottom and she sighed. She sat for a moment, her cute face scrunching a few times as she pushed, but she seemed done. She finally asked for the toilet roll, which I gave to her. She wiped herself and hopped off the makeshift toilet, looking very relieved. She hiked her pants back up and asked for the hand sanitizer.

"Wow, girl, you really had to go!" Jessie said, smiling. Carrie smiled at her. Jessie glanced at the makeshift toilet. "Hmm, I could probably go for a pee right now. Hang on..."

She moved toward the smelly trash bin and quickly hiked up the skirt she was wearing, dropping her panties to her ankles. She hopped up on the bin, her bottom resting in the small hole. She smoothed her skirt around her, hiding her naked butt from view. She took a deep breath and went still, her eyes staring off at a point over our heads.

Psss...rattle... A long, hissing stream started, rattling in the bottom of the bin. She sighed and relaxed. Her stream stopped after about a minute. She blushed slightly as she looked at us. "Um...I might need a poo, I'll, um, check."

Kelly laughed. Jessie ignored her and shut her eyes for privacy, I guess. She leaned forward slightly and gave a short grunt. Her stomach flexed in and out a few times. Suddenly, there was a small splash in the trash bin! She gasped and her eyes flew open. "Oh! I, uh, I didn't think I actually needed to go..."

She shut her eyes again and grunted softly, pushing again. Tinkle... Another trickle of pee fell into the bin as she strained. She kept up the pressure for nearly a minute, but she couldn't push anything else out, not even a fart. It was just a surprise poop, nothing more. Her eyes opened again and she let out a relieved huff. Carrie passed her the toilet paper and she wiped herself before getting off the trash bin and pulling up her clothes.

We left the alcove after agreeing it would be our toilet from now on. The small bathroom was too gross now to keep using. We explored the motel a bit more during the dwindling evening hours, but then we retired to our room to sleep. Carrie made the happy discovery that the door still locked, so we were safe for the night.

Before we went to sleep, Carrie searched around and found a floor vent in the corner of the room. After a bit off finagling, the vent cover popped off, revealing a deep, dark hole that seemed to stretch quite a ways. Carrie dropped a penny she had in her pocket down the hole and we heard it hit the bottom of the pipe after a few seconds; it was clearly quite deep. Carrie said this could be our emergency toilet during the nights when we didn't want to unlock the bedroom door for safety. We readily agreed.

As the girls were preparing to go to sleep, I felt that familiar pressure in my stomach and knew I needed to poop before bed. I summoned my dignity and told the others I needed to go, prompting giggles from the other girls except Carrie. I unhurriedly unbuttoned my pants and slid them and my underwear down to my knees. Ryan, Jessie, Kat, and Kelly stared, having probably never seen a penis before. I blushed but said nothing.

I decided to simply sit over the vent cover, my butt on the floor. As soon as I sat down, I immediately farted loudly, making the other girls giggle again. Carrie smiled at me. I felt that pressure again and gave in, pushing hard. I felt my hole open up as I pushed and grunted, slowly sliding out. I could tell it was big. It finally slipped out after ten seconds, hitting the bottom of the vent shaft with an echoing THUNK. Another loud fart exited my bottom. I noticed a serious need to pee now that I'd started pooping. I carefully scooted back a bit and angled my penis down the hole, sighing as a day's worth of pee began rattling down the sides of the vent shaft. I finished and scooted forward again so my butt was over the hole.

I pushed again and felt my butt open again to let out a long, large turd that dropped and hit the bottom of the shaft with a heavy thud. PRRRRT! A very loud fart rattled the shaft, making the girls laugh, even Carrie. I grunted, pushing again, and felt a last, large turd slide out and drop to the bottom of the vent shaft with a heavy THUD. Sweet relief. Two last, soft farts buzzed out of my bottom as I sat there. Carrie quickly passed me the toilet paper and I held myself up as I wiped, dropping the paper down the shaft after I was done. The other girls stared again as I stood up, but I ignored where they were looking.

After that, we all got ready for bed. Carrie stripped right down to her underwear to climb into her sleeping bag, but the other girls seemed more nervous changing with a boy around. Finally, they did the same and we all got into our sleeping bags for the night. Kelly farted once about ten minutes later, which Kat answered with her own loud fart. We all laughed but soon fell asleep.

Anna from Austria

vacation
Just came back from my Christmas vacation. I was skiing in the mountains with my my Friends Laura and Martina. It was very nice and Also had a intersting experience toilet wise.

At first I have to Mention that I am always quite irgular with my bm when on vocation. No real constipation but not as regular as at home.

When at home I need to 1-2 times every day. On vacation I just need to go every second time.

The Story happend during the 3 day. I have not done my bm since I arrived at the hotel.

Even a morning coffee did not made my poo at first. Then we went on the slope.

During skiing my ???? started to hurt and I felt rather strong urge to defecate. Luckily I remembered that there was a toilet nearby and i really prayed that I would make it. The pressure was quite intense and it was hard Focusing on skiing. I am not the best Alpinist even when feeling well.

I made it in time, removed my ski and ask my Friends to guard my Equipment. The only Problem with the toilet was, that it was a outhouse toilet. A rather simple construction, more like a gaping hole than a modern toilet. But I was desperate so I did not complain.I removed my ski suit and sat on the hole. Without any affords my bumhole opened and with a explosive fart, a big and rather soft turd splashed into the hole. Now my whole bum was wet from the toilet water !. Rather diguisting in retro perspective but at that Moment I just felt relaxed and not disgusted. I did a another fart, then a second smaller turd and then i finally felt empty.

Of Course there was no toilet paper, but I had enough paper hankerchiefs to clean myself. I went back to my Friends. They both lauged and said that it sounded really urgent. Then I asked them if they needed to too and they said no.

That was my first ond hopely last experience with a outhouse toilet. It was way more uncomfortable to use it, then pooping outside in the nature, which i did 2 times already as well.

Pooping in nature was not possible this time, it would be too dangerous to leave the ski slope but if I could chose I would chose the nature. Never though I would do that. Up to this ski vacation I realyl though pooping in the nature without a toilet is the most unpleasent und emberassing Thing to do.

But compared to the outhouse it was comfortable.

That was my Story for today.

Happy new year to the community here.

greetings from Austria

Anna

to 19 year old
Sorry to hear that the bedwetting has started again. Don't get rattled about it, but do go see a doctor to make sure there is nothing medical happening. Were you a bedwetter at one time? I would strongly suggest that until you figure out what's happening, you get what you need to to protect the mattress or you and/or your parents are likely to get a bill for the mattress. You mentioned that maybe you were drinking too much. If we're talking about alcohol that could be a reason especially if you are getting drunk. Alcohol lowers your inhibitions so you may find you're self not caring as much when you are in a nice warm bed and ready for sleep. There's another possibility and yes, it could be stress. That stress could be exacerbated if you are not eating well and aren't getting enough sleep. At 19 you still have that typical "air of invincibility" and that you can stay up late and still function well with very little sleep. I'm sure you've also heard the rest about the other things lack of sleep can do so I won't go into more. Do go see someone, and good luck, I hope you solve this mystery.

Update on my nephew and me
Hi everyone. Claire again. I wanted to thank the people who gave me advice on my nephew.

Before I did anything, I sat him down and had a talk to make sure he wasn't spying on girls or trying to barge in on them like he tried with me. He was very embarrassed! But he apologized and swore he didn't try things like that with other girls. The only maybe wrong thing he admitted to was watching videos on youtube of girls on the toilet. Some of it was movies and commercials and others were teenagers and young women messing around with phone cameras in the bathroom. I didn't even know videos like that were allowed there! He had a list of favorites, but he deleted them after he admitted watching them to me. I'm not really that mad about those. I don't think any of them were that bad.

Even though he was really embarrassed, we did reach an understanding. If I left the door open, I didn't mind him looking. But if it was closed, I didn't want him hovering around it. And of course he had to keep behaving around other girls. He agreed to them, although he was still so embarrassed that he didn't take the offer for the first few days. When he did, he tried to come stand in the bathroom right next to me. I told him he can watch from outside, so now he'll just lean in the doorway without setting foot inside.

He likes to talk to me while I'm on the toilet. Important things like school. He walked in and gave me a form once I had to fill out, and I'm pretty sure he waited intentionally for an excuse just to come into the bathroom. He even talked about sitting on the edge of the tub and watching his mom use my toilet (they stayed with me for some weeks years ago). He got really bold and talked about how apparently me and my sister have the same sitting posture.

I asked about it and he said he remembered watching his mom use the toilet a lot when she was still taking care of him. I think that's where he got this interest. I'm really surprised he remembers all of that, since I started taking care of him before he turned six. I'm still hoping at this point that it's a phase and he'll grow out of it, like my male relatives did who barged in on me when I was a kid.

But he's being a lot nicer and helping around the house more. I think it's meant as a thank you.

Romario

Survey special
We all pooping but we could get some funny or wired situation before

Gender:
Age:
Do you feel comfortable pooping out home:
Did you see your partener pooping :
Did ou fart while partener close to you:
Did you fart during making love:
Do you find seeing partener on toilet attractive:
Do you poop outdoor before:

Tom

A Pleasant Poop in Rome
It's been many years since I have posted here. A few weeks ago, I was in Europe on vacation. As my wife and I were waiting for our flight to Atlanta, I began having some mild rumblings in my lower hemisphere. It is about a 12-hour flight from Rome to Atlanta, so I did not want to have to take a dump in one of those really nasty, cramped airplane commodes, so I sought out the men's restroom not knowing what I would find! I walked in and saw a row of heavily used urinals on one wall and a row stalls on the opposite wall. But wait, what were the two very nicely dressed women doing in there? I quickly realized they were cleaning everything even as men were using the toilets/urinals. No one seemed to mind their presence. Then, I observed one guy coming out of a stall and immediately, one of these ladies went in to make sure it was clean. Since it was so busy, I quickly popped into that stall. As she exited, she gave me a most pleasant smile! Anyway, once I got inside and seated, I realized this place was as clean as my home toilet and was one of the best restroom experiences I've had in my 72 years. When I was done, I noticed one of the female attendants was right there to check on things as I was leaving. And wouldn't you know, another guy was right there to take my (warm) seat!

Simon

Reply to Taylor Toots
Taylor,
Take a step back and consider this:
Does anyone in that dorm have different basic needs than you do?
No.
Everyone's needs are the same but the difference is only psychological dependent mainly upon your upbringing.
Be confident in yourself, do what you have to do without fear and be assured that you're in Uni now, not junior high so farting and pooping sounds won't be met with the giggles that they would likely be a few years earlier in your education.
I've raised my daughter to be aware of things to watch out for, but not be afraid of using any shared or public bathroom.
Initially you may try to select least busy times but pay attention to your body's needs - if it's time to go, don't hold it.
Doing so puts you at risk of other health issues and also the obvious risk of accidents....which are far more embarrassing than just going to the loo in the first place.
As long as you all respect each other by leaving the place in suitable condition for the next person, there won't be a problem.
May your sittings be pleasurable!
Simon.

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