I made an exception or two at home and with two young children it just became too hard to fight. Their father is much more protective of my space, but he's gone a lot when they seem to get out of control. I do know he has abruptly pulled our 4-year-old out of the bathroom while I'm on the toilet at home. It's good to hear other women who regularly post here also have strong overactive bladders and aren't ashamed of others who might hear their stream from outside a stall. I wanted to expand on something that happened to me this past Wednesday. Do you regularly wear dark underwear than may hide a skidmark even if you had one? I actually normally wear dark boxers. So full disclosure I may get them more often that I know, as my wife points out to me when I tease her about her skidmarked panties

As I pushed out a bunch of small turds, each making a loud high-pitched *bloop* roughly a second apart from each other, students from another school came in and a long line formed for the urinals. I could see through the gap between the stall wall and stall door that the outside door was again being held propped open as I continued to poop, with a line of boys out the door. There were two girls outside who appeared to be making an effort to look in at the boys peeing, trying to get a peek. I wiped up, flushed, and exited the stall. A few of you post and may have found this forum to talk about the prevalence of skidmarks, which is probably even talked about less in society than pooping or peeing! When I was in college I dated a guy who thought the urinal on the wall made things easier and cleaner. He would leave a puddle under the urinal and blame it on his frat brothers' bad aim. The day after Thanksgiving must be one of the top pooping days of the year in the United States between the amount of people pooping and volume of poop produced.It was 2003, senior year of high school. I was at another school for an extracurricular activity with some classmates and a bunch of students from other schools, when a break was called. I drink a lot of water, and as is typical, I was bursting for a pee. I also hadn't pooped yet that day and was gassy as a result. With the advent of social media, interpersonal relations have declined substantially. The last three items deal with how to treat your fellow man. Consisting of mainly moral and ethical issues, the following clarifications have been collected and bundled over the years:

However, at about 2:30 as we were watching football, I knew I was going to have to poop at least a little bit. I know my sister-in-law had gone in for a good 10 minutes, so I felt okay to go.I work up an hour later than I wanted to go to the gym, but the weather in Seattle is great today, so I decided to make a cup of coffee, change to a running outfit and fill out a survey on this forum. I hated the clean up process, enough to vow never to do it again. The only problem there was that I didn't plan it - it was spontaneous and last-minute. So about a year later, it happened again. I drew the same conclusions that messing was not a fetish for me, but I was puzzled as to what was so appealing to me about it in the moment. All the time. In fact, I am doing it right now as I type this. It's one of the first things I do before showering. I spend up to 15 minutes on the toilet before wiping and so on. I usually bring some sort of entertainment with me and just let whatever come out. This time, I had a lot of farts built up, probably from thanksgiving dinner and eating chipotle before I went to work. Thinking about next Friday and Saturday all the wonderful delicious Thanksgiving dinners (turkey, sides, desserts) that will be heading into toilets no longer delicious and all some shade of brown varying consistency and smells

I guess you can say that it is one of my " talents ". I've always had an abnormal bladder and don't really have to prep before I do measure either by jug or just plain " pissing " on the toilet or where there aren't any restrooms/bathroom available/nearby.. Which I have ran into various situations like this and have to do what I have to do at the end of the day. I used to be shy about farting in the presence of others. This incident changed that, at least when I was inside a restroom peeing.

Brown haired teen is very desperate and she really has to poop. She did it in the back of the car.

Messing has a similar place in my mind to wetting if less important. I've tried both and found both somewhat enjoyable but I wouldn't make a hobby out of either one. I'd much more enjoy watch a woman do it or having us do it together. I think about regular peeing more than wetting and similarly think about regular pooping more than messing. I daydream about sitting next to a sweetie on a fallen log and fertilizing the forest floor together. Another fantasy is being invited into the bathroom to watch her have a satisfying time on the toilet and then flirtatiously ask me to clean her up. Yes. I've always wanted to pee standing up and I have in the past. Well, squatted over the toilet seat or left the seat up to pee. My sister was relieved that she didn't have to walk around with a full ???? anymore. Later that day when we got home, my mom told me how proud she was of me for being brave enough to go in the fitting room. She also apologized for not finding a bathroom earlier, and promised to be more careful next time we went out.

I try not too, but I give in, especially when we're at the mall or a movie because I don't want a scene in front of others. So I take them into my toilet stall, latch the door and hope they don't stray. My 4-year old likes to get down and crawl out the front and sometimes into the space of the user next to me. I would propose a federal law be passed that would require stall panels go all the way to the floor and that the entry door do the same. My 6-year old has had to corral her brother who is very hyperactive. Once at the movies I had to reach out and barely grabbed one of his legs as he crawled halfway out. I was releasing a 3-dayer and I almost slid off the seat in grabbing for him. I also used some language I'm not too proud of and hope he doesn't remember. Also, some of my crap didn't get into the toilet but was hanging on the front of the toilet bowl. Have you worn light colored or white underwear in the last three months and not gotten a skidmark? Yes, But I would either shower after I pooped or use the bidet we have at home Hey everyone. I've always enjoyed this stuff and have a few stories like this but as I share a computer I decided to make a new account just for this post. Now, time for some imagination. I want you to imagine yourself being very desperate to go number 2. You can feel the poop touching the cloth of your underwear, and if you relaxed, you would have an accident. To your dismay, there is no bathroom nearby. You try your best to hold it in despite all the odds. Eventually, no matter how hard you try to hold it, your body decides to give in and relieve itself, pushing a firm, warm, squishy mess in the seat of your underwear. You can feel your underwear start to bulge and get heavier as the mess enters. It's quite obvious what happened due to the brown lump and the smell. Although somewhat embarrassed, you like the feeling. The relief is amazing after waiting so long. You're not really sure why you put effort into holding it in the first place. Sitting on it feels rather messy and squishy. You decided to clean up and shower because of how messy it is. Did this do anything? Do you clean yourself with anything besides dry toilet paper? We got a bidet this year, and before that we used wet wipes

I am fascinated by this account and would love to know more because something similar is one of my most vivid memories and I've often wondered if anyone else had ever seen anything like it. I always look forward to Thanksgiving. I love to cram myself full of food and then lay in bed with my insides stretched to their limit, digesting all of that food, usually reading. I recognized the voice as my teacher/chaperone who was heading the activity I was participating in, but I didn't know what to say. I flushed, and as I was washing my hands, I heard him rolling the toilet paper. While many admit to getting them regularly, I think many of you have also genuinely reported not getting them, at least not regularly. I think if you have not had a skidmark in your underwear for the last three months, you are probably in the no skidmark club. This Survey is for you! (of course even if you do get skidmarks, your are welcome to take the survey as well!)