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Jill's Stories


(June 2, 1996)

I felt real good when I was having a dump today. It's normally firm and thick.
I have a good appetite but eat healthy food and exercise well. I usually have
two good satisfying dumps a day.

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(June 3, 1996)

Today, at work, I decided, rather than have a dump after lunch, to wait until I
got home, so I could pretend I was using a punishment toilet. It got quite
embarrassing when I let off a few stinky farts at work this afternoon. I didn't
own up of course, but one guy gave me an accusing look. By the time I got home,
the urge had subsided, and I had dinner with my husband. He had cooked the meal
today; he really is a good cook and produces marvelous vegetarian meals. Well,
I got carried away, and pigged out; I think he expected it to last two days,
but I finished it!

A while later, the urge came back, and I went to the bathroom. I pretended I
was using a punishment toilet and I felt really "full" as I lifted my skirt and
sat down. I felt myself opening wider and wider, and the feeling was tremendous
as the poo got longer and longer; I think the tip hit the bottom of the bowl
before the other end had left my bum! I did three other large poos before I had
finished. When I got up there was such a stink; the ends of my poos were
sticking up out of the water, and I had to open the window to get some fresh
air. Then came the problem, it wouldn't flush away! I tried several times but
it was still there! My husband came to the bathroom door to ask if things were
all right; so I left it to him. I heard him mutter something about elephants in
our bathroom as I left. The stink seemed to fill the whole house, and I was
very embarrassed! My husband must wonder what happened to the sweet girl he
married; she has turned into some kind of smelly animal!

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(June 8, 1996)

Last night we held a dinner party with a few friends, loads of food and a fair
amount of wine. A while after eating, I began to get the feeling that I needed
a dump. Well I find it embarrassing to go when we have guests so I held on to
it. At one point I had to sneak out into the garden to break wind, but apart
from that the evening was fine. One guy had a bit too much to drink, and tried
making passes at me after I accidentally flashed my stocking top. All I was
interested in was getting rid of him so I could have a dump! If he only knew!

As soon as they had all left I was in the bathroom sitting down to do what I
had been waiting for the past three hours. Ahhhhh! it was glorious, what
satisfaction! I got the usual remarks from my husband about the smell, but it
can't have upset him too much because he got very randy in bed! Anyway, I
thought I would tell you so that you can send in your description of what it
was like from your angle.

The statistics of my dump as I remember it are as follows:

Intro: Lots of pee and a couple of farts.

Number of logs: Four I think, plus some smaller ones.

Size: Well I didn't take a ruler, but I should think they were 6-9 inches
average and 2 inches or more thick.

Colour: light brown with some coloured bits.

Texture: Firm and smooth.

There, you can't ask for more than that!

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(June 9, 1996)

Well I certainly do not fart in public (if I can help it!). I normally only
fart when I need a dump, so it usually smells. So if I have to hang on (or if I
want to), I just keep my legs crossed, otherwise its embarrassing, especially
in front of men; - you know, colleagues at work; on the train home; that sort
of thing. I think you will find most women think the same way; although its
something we don't talk about!

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(June 11, 1996)

I am totally flattered by all the attention being given to my farts (there I
said it!). What I write on this page is one thing; what I tell my best friends
is another, that's why this is such a great place. Even my husband doesn't know
I am writing here; (I certainly hope he doesn't!). HE thinks I'm attractive; I
am not skinny, but I don't think my worst enemies would call me fat. I feel OK
about myself and that's what counts; anyway I enjoy my food! I keep fit by
playing tennis in summer, badminton in winter, and swimming all year round. But
that's not what this page is about - people want to know what happened when I
sat on the loo today. Well it was very satisfying at lunch time, with a few
farts included. This evening I had another dump after supper, which, although
not as large was still very pleasurable. See ya!

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(June 12, 1996)

Today was one of my "leave early" days. I go home after lunch and take some
work with me. As is usual on these occasions I held my dump until I was on the
train home. I rather enjoy doing it on the train, I suppose it's the motion
that helps. Anyway it was a lovely afternoon and it felt wonderful to be sat
there doing my stuff, just taking my time as the train rolled on. It was a good
satisfying dump and smelled more than a little by the time I had finished. So I
doused myself in perfume just to disguise the stink! Now I have to confess to
being a bit naughty! You aren't supposed to flush train toilets in a station
because it goes all over the track; but today I did what I often do instead. My
train home is a "fast" train - it doesn't stop many places; so I waited until
we were passing through a station and then flushed! I could see quite a few
people on the platform as I passed; I wonder what they thought? It gives me a
secret thrill to think of those people looking down at my poos strewn all over
the track! Does anyone out there look down at the track to see if someone has
dumped?

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(June 14, 1996)

I haven't read many "taken short" stories on here recently so I shall tell you
what happened to me one day last summer. I was driving back from a "business
lunch" one afternoon. We had a very enjoyable meal, and for some unknown reason
I left before needing a dump. Well, of course, a few miles down the road I
started to get the urge, and decided that I ought to look for a suitable place.
After a while, having found no public loos, and with the urge growing greater,
I pulled into a layby. The place was deserted, so I left the car, taking some
tissues with me, and wandered into the bushes. It was quite secluded, and
having chosen my spot, I dropped my knickers (short skirts make life easy!) and
squatted down. Ohhh! the relief was indescribable; and the open air situation
somehow increased the pleasure. Having finished, I looked down at a couple of
really thick logs, and some smaller ones, steaming away in a puddle of pee. I
had just started wiping when I heard a car pull up and a door slammed shut. I
quickly pulled up my knickers and headed back to my car. Half way back, I met
with a middle aged man on the path. I think I must have surprised him more than
he surprised me, so I just said "good afternoon" (like you do!) and made for
the car. Well, I didn't hang around for him to return; I just drove off quick.
What if he found my pile? What would he have thought? Suppose he trod in it?
What if he had turned up a few minutes earlier whilst I was performing? How
embarrassing! I was able to chuckle to myself about it as I drove on; but on
balance I think I prefer to have my dumps in the proper place!

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(June 17, 1996)

My after lunch dump today was a bit of a disaster! I went in the ladies at our
office and it smelled a bit high, but that's not unusual just after lunch. I
went into a cubicle and found the reason - blocked again - someone had done
something big and it was all stuffed up with poo and paper, so I went into the
cubicle next door. I got on with my business (I really needed it!), and I had
just done one very large and satisfying poo when I heard a man's voice outside.
It seems that someone else had reported the blocked loo and one of the
maintenance men had come to deal with it. (Seems to me its just the sort of job
some of you guys here at the "Dump" would enjoy!) So the next thing I know is,
there's a man just the other side of the partition, kneeling down - I could see
his leg, working on clearing the blockage. I was sat there, in the middle of
what was supposed to be an enjoyable dump, inches away; he could probably see
my feet! I decided to hold it for a while hoping he would push off, but he
seemed to have all the time in the world and I didn't. It was just that he was
so close, and would hear every little noise I made - for all I know he was
waiting there deliberately! After a while I heard the distinctive sounds of
someone else taking a dump, so I thought I would try to carry on quietly; guess
what.... instead of lowering the next poo slowly and gently into the pan, it
broke up, and there were three deafening splashes, followed by a VERY
embarrassing fart! Then to crown it all, I had to take two flushes for it to go
away, and he was STILL there! I left as quick as I could; I hope you forgive me
for not washing my hands!

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(June 19, 1996)

I got away from my business lunch a little later than usual today, and ended up
catching a later train, which was a bit more crowded. I got on and went
straight into the loo as I was really needing a dump. Using the loo while the
train hasn't left the station is OK except that there is less noise about to
disguise the sounds, and the walls are very thin! It feels really great when I
get my knickers down and feel my bum on the loo seat, after all the waiting;
aahhhh! I let go a cascade of pee, as quietly as I could, and then slowly
started easing my first poo out. Its such a wonderful feeling as it slides
slowly down, and this one was particularly long, so it didn't really have to
fall far, and it made just the faintest splash. The train still hadn't left the
station and I could see through the frosted window, people walking past along
the platform; if only they realized what I was doing! I hope they couldn't see
me! It was starting to get a bit smelly and I could hear people outside the
door of the loo, so I thought I ought to hang on until they had moved away.
Then the train started to move off, so I thought it was probably safe to
continue my dump as it wouldn't be heard. There were two more big poos and some
small ones as well as some farts, and it felt lovely as the train bumped along,
making its way out of London towards the country. I cleaned up and flushed it
as we passed through a station (I am naughty!) and then left the loo. Would you
believe it, there was a man waiting right outside and he gave me a very strange
look; I felt sure he knew what I had just done, especially as the smell had got
out into the corridor! I moved off down the train quickly, but I glanced back
and saw him go in the loo I had just left; oh dear!

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(June 20, 1996)

I usually go twice a day; after lunch and after dinner. Its been like that for
as long as I remember, certainly back to my school days. The amount varies, but
usually there is more at lunch time. The urge seems to come after a good meal,
and since I enjoy my food, I make sure I enjoy my dumps! It is usually firm but
not too hard; it gets harder the longer I hang on to it, which can make life
difficult. My poos are usually about the same thickness but vary in length - my
husband, who has seen them from time to time (not my intention!) says they are
very large, and certainly when I saw one that he had done it was much thinner
than mine. But the important thing is to enjoy it, and I try to do that, and I
love reading this page and sharing these very private things, while remaining
totally anonymous. I do find exercise helps keep me regular, and I play tennis,
badminton as well as dancing in an amateur society; it all helps. PS I make
very sure my knickers are clean when I play tennis!

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(June 22, 1996)

We had a meal out with some of my husbands veggie friends yesterday evening.
The food was great and there was loads of it. The problem is, my body is not
used to large quantities of that sort of food, and I got a bit "windy" in bed
last night! My husband got a bit cross with me and went to sleep in the spare
room to avoid the smell. But we made it up this morning, in a very passionate
way!

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(June 27, 1996)

Hello again! Sorry I have been away at a conference in a hotel; loads of food
and drink, I thought of you! Some of the men got a bit silly, and tried it on
with me (and with some of the other women); and I got a few remarks like
"thunderthighs" while I was playing tennis, but I did check my knickers were
clean! One sweet man was quite taken with me, and wouldn't leave me alone. He
noticed that I enjoy my food and he remarked several times that he was turned
on by the sight of a woman eating a lot.... is that normal? Do you guys here
get turned on by a girl with a big appetite? (For food I mean!). As I said, the
food was excellent and I certainly had plenty; I do try to eat carefully,
though, plenty of vegetables; and I had a lot of exercise. I did have several
large and enjoyable movements there; thicker poos than usual, and some very
long ones, but the plumbing coped with it and there were no embarrassments.

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(June 30, 1996)

I think that a HEALTHY diet and plenty of exercise are the secrets to having a
good satisfying dump. Some people might say that plenty of sleep helps but I
haven't found that true for me, as I only sleep about 5 hours. I have a cereal
and fruit breakfast (plenty of it), and maybe some toast at about six am. Lunch
is about 12.30 if I am in the office, and I like to pick a healthy snack meal
with plenty of fiber, like jacket potatoes, with plenty of salad or other veg.
I can manage 2 spuds if I have time! Evening meal time varies according to
work, and I like to take my time and eat plenty, but slowly if possible. I have
gone off red meat, and my husband eats no meat at all. He is a wonderful cook
and produces fabulous vegetarian meals, and of course its always better when
someone else cooks it. I do have other snacks, usually fruit during the day.
Exercise is tennis in the summer at the local club, before supper; or I do a
bit of biking and swimming, and dancing in our local music society shows. All
of that leads to two, regular and large dumps a day, each producing several big
poos; and I never take laxatives.

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(July 2, 1996)

Oh dear! Well these things happen!

I broke wind in front of a male colleague at work this afternoon; not
intentionally, it just happened. There were just the two of us in the room and
it might as well have been a thunderclap! He was really sweet; without
hesitation, he just said "better out than in" and carried on working. I must
have had a face like a beetroot, and I went and opened the window, because it
smelled a bit! Shortly afterwards I made my escape to the loo to take my dump,
wondering what he was going to say to his mates! He seemed very matter of fact
at the time, but I could just imagine him saying "that Jill let rip a real
stinker...."; is that what you guys do? I was sat on the loo imagining all
these men talking about me; I will be watching their faces over the next few
days....

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(July 10, 1996)

I can't believe I have so many men interested in what comes out of my bottom!
It's not just on this page either. Today I used the train loo, as I love to
when I leave work early. Immediately I left the loo a man went in; and I
recognized him from a previous occasion. After a while he came out and sat
where he could see me, and he kept smiling at me. Now I quite often notice men
trying to look up my skirt, and they pretend they weren't when I look at them;
but this guy just kept staring, and smiling. I feel sure he has latched onto my
secret game, and he is trying to let me know that he knows. I think its time I
caught a different train.

I feel rather ashamed by all these ladies writing about their "accidents", in
that I haven't had that problem since my childhood. I am so lucky that I am
very regular in my habits, and I can hold onto it for several hours if I want
to. I did read somewhere that childbirth weakens the pelvic muscles, so perhaps
I have this problem to look forward to if and when we have children. Is this
right?

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(July 15, 1996)

I do remember when I was about eight, a boy my age showed me his willy and I
watched him pee. After that he kept asking if he could watch me do it, so one
day we went into the bathroom together and I peed for him, and then did a poo
as well which made him very excited; but he told his friends about it, which
was extremely embarrassing. Well I suppose I knew you would say you like short
skirts. I have to dress reasonably smartly for work, and this time of year I
like a skirt that is cool which usually means fairly short and preferably
pleated to let the air flow, but without being tarty or indecent! After our
meal out on Saturday night, I had to go to the loo soon after we got home. I
remember sitting on the loo thinking about Querious as I peed. As often happens
when I have waited a while to dump, the poo gets a bit harder and thicker and
takes a while to start moving. Once it starts on its way though, it's a
glorious feeling, and I remember looking down between my legs pretending to aim
the poo at him; it was nice and long and came to rest sticking up out of the
water. There were two more big ones nearly as long, and I had to open the
bathroom window to let the smell out:-)

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(July 17, 1996)

I used the train loo today and it really felt good. I caught a later train than
usual, in case the guy who watched me was waiting. This meant I had to hold on
a bit longer than usual so I was really ready for it when I finally got on the
train. Rather than wait for the train to get going, I went straight into the
loo, a good ten minutes before it was due to leave. Its hard to describe the
feeling of relief when I got in there; door shut; skirt up; knickers down; and
felt my bottom touch down on the seat. I started peeing, thinking I would wait
until the train moves off before I begin to dump; but the urge was still there
so I just had to continue. I felt rather conscious of the noises as I began to
do a poo, and I felt naughty, but oh so good as it got under way. People were
walking up the platform past the window and I was sat there with a big thick
poo sliding slowly out of my bum! It was long enough to land gently without a
splash, but the next one following shortly after made a deafening splash which
I thought the whole station had heard! I could feel there was more to come but
I waited a while. When I did start again, there was a bit of wind to contend
with, so I was careful not to make a noise; but just when I thought I had it
under control, the next poo sort of broke up and made two big splashes! It was
at this point that I stopped worrying. I got up and wiped; flushed the loo and
walked off up the train, trying to pretend nothing had happened! So my dump was
left lying on the tracks in Victoria station, London - something I have never
done before. I hope someone appreciated it!

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(July 23, 1996)

We have had several items from runners on this page, discussing how important
it is to take a dump before a race. One area I am involved in is (amateur)
theater, and I reckon there is just as much importance attached to a pre-show
dump as to a pre-race dump! It has become something of a ritual with me that I
have to have a dump at the theater. Timing is important, because I need to make
sure its a good thorough affair, so that I won't need to go again once the show
has started. If it's left too late I run the risk of being sat on the loo when
I should be on stage; and costume makes a difference in how long it takes! If I
go too early I might just need another one - I think it's a nervous thing, lots
of people seem to have the same problem. Usually my pre-show dump is
particularly large and thorough anyway, but I do like to be sure, and I feel
sooooo good after a really satisfying dump! I know I'm not the only one; the
ladies at our usual theater has three stalls, and they are frequently all in
use at the same time, with a queue waiting. The smell gets quite bad on
occasions, and it's not at all unusual for one loo to get stopped up with big
poos; so it's not only me. It rather amuses me when I think of the audience
sitting there watching us dancing gracefully (well sometimes!), little
realizing that only minutes earlier most of us were sitting on the loo making
all sorts of horrible noises and smells:-)

We certainly lose any "prissiness" when there is a show on. You get used to
changing in front of each other, and even the noises made when sat on the loo
seem less important!

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(July 25, 1996)

I certainly have no trouble unloading before a show, and there always seems to
be more than usual; also the last bit is a little softer than usual, as if it
has arrived before it was supposed to! I do tend to change my eating habits
when a show is on, having a smaller meal before the show, especially if there
any energetic bits; and then having a good feast later on. Some people I know
won't eat at all before a show, but I have to admit to being a bit of a pig (my
husband would agree) and I simply can't function without food. As for public
loos, I avoid using them as far as possible, apart from trains which are
usually OK. Having said that, some train loos just don't work. I try to
remember to test the flush before I begin... I have been caught out on a couple
of occasions, and left the loo sheepishly having covered over my poos with a
load of toilet paper. Extremely high embarrassment potential:-)

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(July 26, 1996)

I'm not keen on airplane loos, they tend to be very cramped; but there is
something about sitting on a train loo, bumping along as I do my poos, knowing
that when I have finished I will flush it out (anonymously) onto the track for
people to see. I have been called wicked for doing this, but I bet I'm not the
only one. Traveling every day, I know the route well and there are some
stations that the train passes through without stopping, but quite slowly, so
it is easy to time the flush in the middle of the station. I would love to be
able to see the faces of people as they look down on the track and see my poos
spread all over the place:-)

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(July 26, 1996)

I was at a festival last summer with my husband; he was operating the sound
desk for a band he works with sometimes. The first time I went in one of these
loos it was OK, I had a pee and there seemed to be chemical in the pan, and
that was all you could smell. Later on I went back to one of these loos for a
dump, and it seemed to be full up! There was poo and paper piled up within a
few inches of the seat, and what a stink! So I tried another and it was just as
bad, so was the next. So I had no option but to take my dump and add to the
already large pile that had built up. Well, I finished and looked down (you
just have to!) and there were my poos laid neatly on top of the heap, steaming
away, and adding to the awful smell. I quickly wiped, and laid a few sheets of
paper down to hide my poos, then made a fast exit. Would you believe it, there
was a man outside waiting to come in. He smiled nicely and we exchanged
pleasantries, and in he went! I spent the rest of that day hoping I wouldn't
bump into him again....

We were at a BBQ last night and this morning I've got serious wind! My husband
is out now, but earlier on I let one go just before he walked in the room, what
a stink! He actually patted me on the bum and told me not to be so disgusting.
Hopefully he will still be out when I need to dump in a few hours time. This
looks like one of those days when I need to open all the windows!:-)

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(July 29, 1996)

The following is a report, as it happened in my bathroom on Saturday afternoon
27/7/96.

1:12pm. Here I am sat ready to perform. Its warm in here and I am just wearing
a T-shirt (no bra) and my shorts and knickers are round my ankles. I have
already had a pee and let off a couple of good smelly ones - the window is
already open! I love the feeling of just sitting here, we have a very
comfortable wooden seat. I am sitting well back so I can see down between my
legs when I need to, which will be fairly soon; I feel good and full. There is
a slight complication that I have discovered, and that is holding on to the
laptop which is on my knees, I don't want to drop it.

1:14pm. It's when I sit here like this ready for action that I fantasize about
having a guy laid underneath for punishment; I suppose it's a "control" thing.

1:14pm. I have started to push but I find I can't type and dump at the same
time!

1:15pm. This is surreal! I tried to stop half way so I could type but it kept
on coming! For added detail, it made a sort of fizzing - crackling noise as it
started to emerge, there wasn't a big splash, just a slight disturbance. There
is now a large poo in the pan, sort of diagonally and half submerged. It's
difficult to describe as there is not a lot of light down there, but there is
about three inches sticking out of the water, which I guess is 5 or 6 inches
deep. It's between 2 and 2.5 inches thick and fudge coloured as far as I can
tell, with bits of corn and green stuff in it. (Result of last nights BBQ!) The
bathroom smells like a farmyard!

1:18pm. (I don't usually take this long!) I have done 2 more poos, not quite as
long as the first, one is vertical in the water, and the other is nearly
horizontal, laid against the first one. I peed a bit more and there was a bit
more wind.

1:19pm. 2 small pieces dropped out and I think that's it!

1:21pm. I put the laptop down while I wiped (4 pieces was all it took). I
flushed but it hasn't all gone; the longest one has moved, but is still in
view.

1:23pm. Second flush and it has all gone. I never thought it would take this
long!

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(July 30, 1996)

What a day! I went and broke wind in front of a male colleague at work today
(not the same guy as before). It was quite loud and very smelly, and as a
reflex reaction I went and apologized. I said something like "you must think I
am awfully rude." He was quite decent about it and said "glad to see you're
human" which I thought was really nice, and saved my embarrassment. I went to
the loo shortly after and had a very large dump. I had been hoping to hang on
until I got the train home, but it was getting a bit uncomfortable, as well as
smelly. When I got back, he must have realized what I was doing, and said
something like "feel better now eh?" and we proceeded to have a (short)
conversation about bowel movements, well mine anyway. I explained that I
usually go after lunch, but I had delayed it because I was so busy (I was - but
I didn't want to tell him the real reason!). He seemed ever so interested, but
I managed to change the subject as it was just a bit embarrassing. I have known
him for some time, he is a family man, about 40, and I feel at ease with him.
He has commented several times on my appetite, and we usually joke about it! I
couldn't hold a conversation like that with anyone; it just occurred to me that
he may secretly be a "dump" reader, who knows? It doesn't somehow seem a proper
topic of conversation; does anyone else discuss their BM's with colleagues?

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(July 30, 1996)

Mine never seem to float, but quite often they "stick up" out of the water,
which makes things more smelly. Secondly, yes BBQs do seem to do something to
the next day's dump, but usually it's more smelly or perhaps a bit softer. The
dump I had on Saturday was fairly average; My dump at work today was much
bigger, probably because I waited!

I am very busy at home packing for our holiday, so I might not get another post
off before we leave. We are off visiting relatives and touring in Canada, and
hope to be back at end of August. Love and best wishes to all:-)

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(September 5, 1996)

Hi this is Jill! I have been away on holiday for a month but it's great to be
back! Actually we have been back for some days now but our computer didn't want
to start up and had to have attention. Then my husband monopolized it to get
his preparation done before the start of the new term. He has gone to bed early
tonight so I have found my files and logged on and its wonderful to see that
the Dump is still here. Several times while away I wondered whether this place
would still be here when I got back. I had visions of it being closed down as
"un-American" or "un-Wholesome"! You can't imagine my relief when I found that
everything is (seemingly) as it was before. May I request some help now please?

I am never going to be able to read all the "past dumps" that were posted while
I was away, and I would be eternally grateful if one of you lovely people could
precise the events of the past month in the world of poop! I had a wonderful
time; loads of wonderful dumps and I have a few stories to tell you. Please be
patient with me though as things are rather hectic here at the moment.

Love Jill.

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(September 7, 1996)

Well here is the new (larger) Jill back from Canada! I say "larger" because
some of my clothes are a bit on the tight side since we got back. Something to
do with the large quantities of excellent, (cheap) food I consumed over the
past few weeks I expect! However I will not go on a "diet" as such; just
increase my exercise rate, and watch the sort of food I eat. Flying always
seems to upset my system somewhat (I'm normally very robust in that respect);
and both at the beginning and end of the holiday, I took a couple of days to
get "regular" again. Does anyone else experience this? The five hour time
difference doesn't help regularity either; and I had several early morning
dumps which is unlike me.

I think it must be the excitement, but I always need to pee a lot when on a
plane, and so it appears do most other people. I spent a high proportion of the
flight out, stood in a queue! During one of these queues (Canadians call them
"line-ups") I felt the need for a dump, and by the time I got to the front, I
was really ready for it. Now having to do it in a little aircraft loo with a
long queue outside is not this girl's ideal dump situation. Suffice it to say
that it was a very large and smelly dump, and wouldn't you know it - one large
poo didn't want to be flushed away! I stood and thought for a moment, and my
thoughts turned to Marsha! What would she do in this situation? It was easy
then; I adjusted my clothes, dabbed on some cologne, and walked out with a big
smile to the rest of the queue and the guy at the front in particular! Sometime
later I saw him again and he returned the smile; I wonder whether he got it to
flush away!

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(September 8, 1996)

Somebody asked if I would be visiting Toronto. The answer is: yes I did on
several occasions. During one visit I went to the Ontario Science Center with
my niece. Its the sort of place you can easily spend a whole day in. While
there we found an Internet cafe, and while no-one was looking, I found the
"Daily Dump" just to check that all was well! I didn't have time to read much,
nor to post, but it was reassuring that things were still alive here. At the
end of the visit, as in all such places, you find yourself in the gift shop. I
was looking through some books with my niece when we came across a book titled
"Science for Girls". Very interesting, with a number of experiments to do at
home; but one in particular caught my eye. It involved eating a corn on the
cob, noting the time and date, and then studying your "stools" until the corn
reappeared, allowing girls to measure their "transit time". I could just
picture girls all over USA and Canada earnestly studying the contents of the
loo and making notes! You never get that sort of experiment in Britain! Has
anyone else seen this book? Do all kids do experiments like that over there?

By coincidence we had corn with supper that evening and so I just had to carry
out the experiment on myself. The result was 15 hours or thereabouts, although
there did seem to be corn in both dumps I had that day..... what I never read
in the book is what you do once you have measured the time. Perhaps I should
post it off somewhere to win a years supply of corn... !

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(September 10, 1996)

Sorry I haven't been able to post as often as some people, but life is rather
hectic here at present; please forgive me! One of the first things that strikes
me when visiting Canada, is how many "large" women there are. Now I'm not
exactly skinny myself, but those Canadian women just don't seem to care how
they look, and that makes me feel a whole lot better when I wear what's
comfortable rather than what looks good! (I hope I haven't upset too many
people by saying that (oops!)). The reason for this, of course, is that there
is so much good food around at such low prices, and who can blame people for
eating it? Well I for one, certainly wasn't going to miss the opportunity of
indulging myself, I love food!

It can hardly come as a surprise, that one of the results of my pigging out,
was that I had some truly memorable dumps! One of the most memorable was on the
day that we visited the medieval fair at a place called Milton (I think). The
whole site was set up like a village in the time of Henry VIII, and I suppose I
shouldn't have been surprised if there were medieval loos as well. About mid
afternoon, I began to get the feeling that I was going to need a fairly big
dump, and after a while I knew it was going to have to be soon. I excused
myself from my husband and his family, and went in search of a loo. A sign
pointed to "the privies" (great turn of phrase) which directed me through a gap
in the wooden fencing.

Once through the gap, I was confronted with a row of Porta-loos, which I
confess was somewhat disappointing in the circumstances! There appeared to be
no "ladies" or "gents", just a row of boxes. I went into one and came straight
out; the smell was appalling. The next one I tried was no better, nor the next
and so on. Well the pressure from inside me told me that I didn't have too long
to make a decision, so I drew breath and into one I went. Having dropped my
shorts and sat down, I discovered that the smell didn't seem to notice so much,
and I was able to savor the moment of relief as I relaxed and the first poo
slid out almost without pushing. A second followed, and a third - and I felt
soooo good! It was only after a moment of relaxation, that I realized something
was missing - there was NO PAPER (horror!). I checked all round, and there was
none. Now some days I carry a whole load of tissues in my handbag for no real
reason, and of course, this wasn't one of those days! All I had was one
crumpled tissue to wipe myself with after what felt like a very large dump. I
wiped once as firmly and thoroughly as I could; and would you believe it, there
was almost no poo at all on the tissue! My lucky day after all! I stood up, and
pulled up my shorts, then I just had to have a look. The loo was well and truly
full up, and totally disgusting; and my dump was laid right on the top, not
concealed at all by the little piece of tissue. Now I for one don't take a
ruler with me when I go to the loo (I've been reading past posts!); but in the
current dump terminology, I reckon I produced two and a half turdzillas! So if
any of you dump readers visit the Ontario medieval fair; (its probably gone by
now), mine was the fourth or fifth privy from the left. Hold your nose!

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(September 13, 1996)

To Marsha: I loved your description of leaving "sbds" everywhere, with no-one
suspecting you. Something similar happened to me the other day.

Now I don't consider myself to be a vindictive person, and what happened was
entirely un-premeditated. There is an element in our office, only a couple
really, of rather childish young men - temporary, contract staff, who seem to
have a mental age of about fourteen; and one in particular seems to be very
successful in winding me up.

One day last week, I was working away at my PC trying to get a report finished,
so I could print it. It was shortly after lunch, and my insides were in action
as it were, but I wanted to get this piece of work out of the way before I
allowed myself the luxury of the loo! This chap and some others were in the
room talking loudly and larking about, which annoyed one or two others, not
least me.

Now, despite what I hear from people, and even read in here; men don't readily
break wind in front of women as far as I am concerned, apart from the
occasional accident, and we all have those! This particular guy has no sense of
etiquette at all and he finds it extremely funny to drop loud farts, causing
his mates to giggle and make stupid remarks. He somehow manages to produce
these loud explosions without any noticeable smell which I find hard to
comprehend, but perhaps someone here knows the "secret", if there is one. On
this occasion, he was larking about close to where I was working, and he let
off one of these explosions nearby. Now as I said, my bowels were in the
process of preparing for a movement, and I could feel that there was some wind
building up; so in the split second after he dropped this thunderclap, I
released my "sbd" under cover of the laughter and merriment. Well of course the
whole area was rapidly filled with my stink, and everyone jumped to the
conclusion that "peabrain" had done it. I think he even believed it himself!
The result was that everyone turned on him verbally, and it gave me, and others
the opportunity to tell the lot of them to get back to work!

I got my report finished, and as I took my well earned "rest" in the loo I was
telling myself off for what I had done; but in retrospect, I think I did the
right thing, and I am certain no-one knew it was me!

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(September 23, 1996)

Yesterday we met with some friends for lunch at a favourite pub of ours, a few
miles from home. After lunch, we left to head for home, and it was a spur of
the moment decision to stop and pick some blackberries on the way. It wasn't a
bad day as far as the weather here has been recently, and we stopped off at a
place where we had picked blackberries before. When we got there I was already
feeling the "stirring" inside that warns of the onset of a dump. I had been
expecting to be back home, to enjoy the process in the comfort of my own
bathroom. The bushes close to the road had been "harvested" already and we
found ourselves moving further from the car. After about fifteen minutes, I
began to feel that this dump wasn't going to wait, and I would have to do
something about it. Now, having to go outdoors isn't my cup of tea, as I
believe I have said before; but it was beginning to look like my only option.
My husband knows me well enough to spot when something isn't right, so he asked
me straight out, what was wrong. So I told him I needed the loo, and of course,
his solution was the one I was trying to avoid, ie do it outdoors! I suppose,
at this point I surrendered, and he took charge, guiding me towards the wooded
area at the end of the field closest to us. I protested saying I needed some
paper (I did have some tissues with me) and he produced some sheets of kitchen
roll from his back pocket (don't ask me why he had them!); and the scene was
set. He stood guard while I went a short way into the woods, found a clear
place, and got on with it.

I guess some of you people seem to do this quite often, and in some cases plan
to do it! You probably have your own ways of dealing with the particular
problems that an outdoor dump brings. I took down my jeans and knickers,
squatted down, and immediately found a twig sticking into my bum! Having moved
over a bit, I discovered that I was surrounded by insects, which appeared from
nowhere. Then I discovered that I had to be very careful taking a pee to stop
it going on my jeans. Finally came the moment of the dump! I have to admit
here, that I looked around first, and having checked all was clear, felt such a
thrill as I started to unload! I find it hard to explain this, but here I was,
miles from civilization, doing something perfectly natural; yet it felt almost
wicked, as if I shouldn't be doing it. (Anyone care to explain?)

I pushed my poos out rather quicker that usual, wiped and got myself dressed,
but not before I had a good look at what I had done. Why is it that poos look
quite different laid on the ground, to when they are laid in a toilet pan? Not
only the appearance (there were two big ones, both about 10 inches I guess),
they seemed paler than usual but I also noticed the smell seemed quite
different to when I do it indoors, hard to describe - but probably less
unpleasant.

My husband was waiting patiently, back where I had left him, and didn't have a
lot to say when I returned, and we headed back towards the car. I made a point
of checking discreetly (Marsha!), and I remain to be convinced. He knew what I
was doing, but I couldn't detect a physical sign - you know what I mean! I
remain to be convinced :)

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(October 5, 1996)

Why are women always so bitchy? I don't exclude myself here, I can't resist a
bit of gossip; it's just that I don't know what I did to deserve it! It seems
that one of the women in our office has been telling people that I regularly
stink out the ladies room. Well I suppose that is partially true; I have a dump
in there most days, but I am not the only one and mine are not always smelly!
Of course I heard about this second/third hand so I suppose everyone is looking
at me and thinking I am some sort of disgusting woman. I was told about it
yesterday by a male colleague who seemed to think it a bit of a joke, and I
laughed with him; but it is rather embarrassing, and a little hurtful. Maybe I
will feel better about it on Monday - but I know you folks here are sure to
have advice :)

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(October 18, 1996)

As promised I must tell you about the dump I had at the theatre the other
evening. I have probably mentioned before that when performing, I make it part
of my ritual to have a dump before getting changed. I was already starting to
feel the need as I left home, but I made sure I did it at the theatre. This
particular theatre has several loos backstage - just single cubicles that
anyone can use. When I got there I was feeling it was quite urgent (nerves -
excitement?) and I made for the nearest loo. Well the first one I got to was
engaged, so I went along to the next - and someone had recently used it, and it
was jammed up with paper and poo! I didn't feel like waiting to use the other
loo so I just got on with it. My first poo came out very quickly, and it was
huge. I suppose it was because of the blockage in the pan, but it sort of
coiled around as it ran out of space and it was still coming out of me! There
were two shorter poos over the next few minutes, the last being a bit softer
than the rest, and it took quite a few sheets of paper to clean up. I felt just
amazing after that - ready for anything, which I suppose is part of my reason
for waiting until I am at the theatre. Of course it wouldn't flush as it was
already blocked!

On the way out I noticed a young chap, one of the stage crew, go into the loo I
had just used. I can't imagine what he thought when he saw the mess, but he
certainly gave me a strange look later on, although that may just have been the
costume I was wearing (loads of leg showing!). The strange thing is, I didn't
feel particularly embarrassed!

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(October 19, 1996)

The last night of a show is always rather emotional. It's partly to do with the
culmination of all that rehearsing, and it's also to do with the parting of the
ways with people who have been "in it together".

I suppose it should have come as no surprise to me that the young guy who has
been trying to chat me up this week, made a move tonight. Actually I feel
rather flattered - he is only 18, and there are younger, prettier girls in the
show than me. I was on my way from the dressing room to the loo, before the
show when he intercepted me and we got talking; there was quite a bit of wine
about and we had both had some. I really needed a dump, but I was enjoying the
attention; but after a while I said "please excuse me, I have to go to the
loo!". He came straight back with "are you going to block it up - like the
other night?", and then told me how he had unblocked the loo and was really
turned on by my poos, and "were they always that big?" At this point I noticed
that he was obviously aroused, possibly because he knew I needed a dump! As I
went to move off, he whispered in my ear "please don't flush it!"

I had a very satisfying dump - three large poos, quite smelly - but what you
folks call a "healthy" smell (I guess!). I sat there wondering whether he had
meant that last remark - and should I comply?

I came to the conclusion that it was the last night of the show - and why
should I care? So I wiped a few times and left without flushing! Sure enough,
he was waiting almost right outside, but I ignored him, and hurried back to the
dressing room.

During the interval, he caught up with me and told me how he was really turned
on by my poos and that he had picked them up and wished I had done them on him!
This was a bit more than I could handle and I reminded him that I am a married
woman and nine years older than him, and he was just a disgusting kid!

That's about it really. We had an after show party, but he avoided me because
my husband was there, and I saw him chatting to some of the other girls. I am
writing this now because it is fresh in my mind, and I suppose it is my way of
confessing that I actually am getting quite a buzz from thinking about what
happened. My husband is in bed, so I will creep up and join him!

Good night!

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(October 22, 1996)

While I was at work today, there were a group of guys in the office, and I
could hear them chatting together. They had a magazine and were laughing (well
giggling really!) about something. I heard one of them say "what about this one
then?"; and another said "why not give it to Jill? - just right for her!",
followed by more sniggering. Then one of them walked over and said "we thought
you could use this!" and went back to the others, and they were smirking at me.

It was like one of those "do not disturb" signs you hang on hotel doors, but
this one was meant for a loo door! On one side it said something like "Keep
out! I am having a big shit!" and on the other it said "I would give it another
ten minutes if I were you!" Do you know what? I actually laughed with them! I
said "Thanks Kevin - that's just what I need!"

I feel really good about that - I think it might be that talking on this page
has helped me get over the embarrassment I used to suffer!

Thanks guys!

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(November 9, 1996)

I had one of those really satisfying dumps at work yesterday. Before I even got
to the loo I had that feeling that it would be a good one. I suppose it's
partly to do with timing, and on this occasion I got it just right; but it was
almost effortless - just a gentle push to start with, and it just kept coming
and coming! The end result was one really huge poo that disappeared round the
bend, and stuck out of the water at the other end; along with a smaller one
about six inches. It didn't want to flush away so I just sneaked out when no-
one was about! I felt sooo good for the rest of the afternoon. Isn't it just
amazing the difference a dump makes! (All groan together!)

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(November 29, 1996)

I used our downstairs loo this evening - big mistake!

The loo is quite close to our front door, and I was sitting there enjoying a
leisurely dump after supper when the doorbell rang. It was two friends of my
husband's to see him; and instead of inviting them into the lounge, he decided
to stand and chat with them in the hall - right outside the loo. I waited for a
while hoping they might move, but after two minutes nothing had happened. Well
I couldn't wait there all evening, so, having finished my (rather smelly) dump,
I wiped and flushed. I rather hoped the sounds might alert him so that they
would move elsewhere for the conversation - but no! Now my guess is that he DID
realize I was in there, and what I was doing; so he thought he would see how I
handled the situation. I opened the door and gave him a quick look - he
wrinkled his nose at the smell, and I just said "hi!" to the visitors and
disappeared into the study - leaving them amidst the stink that no doubt
followed me out of the loo! I think I shall have words with him later.

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