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Here is a something that happened to me when I was on vacation recently:

We left on a Wed. No issues when traveling. Arrived at the hotel, checked in, all was fine. Sometime in the afternoon I needed to visit the restroom. Much to my surprise my bowel movement was extremely loose. I didn't feel sick or anything, but I had a loose movement.
Later in the day I went again in the hotel. Again, loose.
We went to a late dinner, and when we were in the restaurant I had to use the bathroom to go yet again.
The next morning we woke up and went to breakfast. After walking around for a bit and I headed back to the hotel. I'm glad I did because I had to go again. It was still loose.
We walked down to have lunch at a nice restaurant and after appetizers and before my meal I had to visit their bathroom. I filled their toilet with a little of my loose sloppy shit.
We walked around for a little while, and decided to head back to the hotel to swim. I went again before we could leave the room, but just a little bit.
I headed back up early and had another loose movement. I still didn't feel sick.
The next morning we went to breakfast across the way. I was about halfway through breakfast when I had an urge. I went to the bathroom and passed a lot of loose stool in 2 big waves.
I went two more times during the morning and early afternoon. Luckily I managed to do it in the hotel room. I still felt fine.
In the evening we got dressed up for a nice dinner and show. My stomach was bloated and didn't feel great. I didn't feel sick per say, but I had no appetite and I just felt yucky. We went to the nice restaurant and to my horror I had to go immediately after dinner. I played it off as "I'm going to go before the long walk to the show" but in truth I had to take a shit in a bad way. More loose stools. Luckily it came out in one big rush. No muss no fuss.
We got back from the evening and I didn't feel great. I went to bed with an uncomfortable fullness in my gut.
I woke up and my stomach was distended. I rushed to the toilet and passed a tiny bit of loose shit.
I went down to get coffee and find my husband. My stomach started turning. I couldn't finish my coffee. I didn't want to ruin our trip so I didn't say anything to my husband. We went to breakfast and before I could even order I had to go. I went to the bathroom and shit again. Not a lot, but more than the first time.

We ate (I had to force myself to eat since I was officially feeling sick to my stomach) and before I could leave I visited their bathroom again. I was embarrassed to go twice in the same bathroom, but I had to go. More loose stools.

We walked around for a bit, and suddenly I had to go really badly. My stomach was hurting and I had to take an urgent dump. I tried to be cool and find a bathroom, but the alarm bells were ringing. We finally found one and I rushed into the first stall, pulled down my pants, and shit my brains out. The first wave was loose stools. Then it turned to a soft-serve consistency. Wave after wave of thick diarrhea kept coming out. I was nowhere near done. I could not stop shitting. I had more waves of soft-serve. My stomach was cramping. One more wave hit me, and for a good 10 seconds a constant stream of ass mud flowed out of me. Finally I felt like I should go. People were waiting for me. I knew I wasn't done for the day, but I was done for now. I looked into the toilet and I don't think I've ever shit that much in my life, ever!

We walked around for a bit, heading back towards the hotel. We stopped for a minute and while we were stopped my stomach started to feel sick. I knew I was going to have diarrhea. My guts were churning. I managed to excuse myself and somehow made it back to the hotel room. I went to the bathroom and had several waves of liquidy diarrhea.

I started to clean up and not 5 minutes later I was back on the toilet with more diarrhea. I don't know what bothered my stomach on that trip, but I had diarrhea twice again the next morning.


Esteban

Hi Zip

I've been traveling and kind of busy, so sorry for the delayed response. I enjoyed your post about using the one doorless stall at H Depot. I've come to be comfortable using doorless stalls, as long as they're all doorless.

My problem is when some of the stalls have doors and some don't. I've seen guys in this situation with no problem. But I've faced criticism the couple of times I've used the one stall without doors. It's usually available, for obvious reasons, so i take it. Once a guy looked at me and said I should have more self respect. That was after one of the doored stalls had become available. He didn't know the guy left AFTER I had started. Another time two guys came in and one said, "Hey, we don't want to see you shit!"

Kind of embarrassing. Oh, well. Both times it was too late to stop.


desperate

Berks

loved your story Nicola I'm just jealous I wasn't in the car with you, more girls should be like you!
I must admit whilst at uni I got in to many desperate situations, since graduating it just hasn't been the same you just cant beat the relief of being bursting for a poo...


Pooper mom

RE: Erik and story

There was this one foot high wall between each hole if that is what you are asking.

I am feelIng better and just today had my first good hard poo. So today I was off of work and stayed home by myself again. At around breakfast I got an urge to poo but decided to hold it in. At lunch I got it again and held it in, I was thinking about the relief I would feel when the thing finally came out. In between 2:00 and 3:00 I was curled up on the couch farting my bottom off. Finally I went into the bathroom and decided to go. I shut the door Becouse my family would be home any minuet and pulled my sweats down to my knees. As I sat down I farted, I picked up my magazine and read for a good 5-10 minuets before my husband came in. He called my name and I answered.
"honey, I'm going to the bathroom," I said
"Alright, we have some Chinese food out here for you,"
I think he heard the straining in my voice becouse he left quickly. The crackling started and my log plopped out.


Thursday, May 24, 2012


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Journey to the Bathroom

Oh, how I love it. It's the only time where I could sit down with myself on the warm toilet seat, and enjoy the wonderful mystical feeling of my body and mind.

How relieving it is when your penis suddenly blasts off after your urine has been long stored inside. It's like a way of your body telling you thank you for doing it, the feel of joy that spreads all through your groin area makes us wish if it could only last more.

Or the feeling it is to lay down your waste. The tingling feeling in my asshole combined with the relaxing sound as the well-shaped turd comes off, makes each one of us to moan of how good it feels.

Such a heavenly feeling that it reflects to my mind. Makes me think about nothing and be totally filled with inner peace. It drives me into a wondrous mystical journey of feelings and thought. Ah, how lucky are we to have the blessing of visiting the toilet. Makes you forget all of the pain and depression we see in our daily live, it's like a start. A fresh new start we begin each day after we finish from sitting on the sweet warm toilet seat that helps us find our true meaning of happiness and to continue living and getting through the obstacles of life.

So let us be thankful once again of how much a blessing it is that we get to lay down everyday and enjoy the wonderful symptoms we feel the moment we lay down on the toilet!


Martin
Observant guy- Well spotted! I keep my eyes peeled for women needing the toilet as well- sometimes I'm lucky enough to see one!

Lisa- When I'm in private and get to pee after being desperate I sometimes sigh! And if I've been really desperate to do a poo I usually end up sighing or grunting in relief when I finally sit and let it out- more often in private than public- desperate poos in public toilets are embarrassing enough!

Earlier I had a good example of what I recall was referred to as 'the pencil effect' in posts a few weeks ago. I was coming back from doing some