Army Training 1

I was recruited for the British army TA many years ago. Women being in the army was still an odd concept to many at the time.

Joining meant you had to undergo a few weeks of training in a platoon of other female recruits.

I did enjoy my time there, and you got used to the way things worked. Life became very communal, and you come to realise you take privacy for granted. We would sleep, shower, eat together, exercise, and train as a unit; in fact, the only privacy you got was being able to use the toilet/latrines, and as a result, toilet time became very, very important.

The toilets in our sleeping quarters were an open row of toilets where you could go any time of day. However, they offered no privacy, and the seats were a bit dodgy; they were also quite cold, handy if you needed a wee, but being so open, it was just for convenience.

The barracks had some much better toilets next to the mess hall. There was a row of 10 old-school British toilets with the cistern up high with a chain to pull and black plastic seats. Although still not luxury, they had stalls and doors and offered many of the girls much-needed privacy. These toilets were essential for our well-being; they were vital for being able to go poo in peace without being watched but also for the privacy some of us needed to get some orgasmic relief having a play.

We were only able to access these toilets for an hour after breakfast or dinner each day; any other time we were to use our own latrines. In my first week I was still getting used to the routines and life in the barracks and struggled to wake up early, although staying in bed isn't an option. I was slow and sluggish to come round. By the time I got to the mess hall, many girls were tucking into their breakfast, and I queued up to get my own cooked breakfast with all the trimmings as we had a day out in the field doing exercises.

As I ate my big breakfast and spoke with newly made friends, the mess hall emptied out. After finishing my breakfast and coffee, it became clear with the impending pressure to relieve my bowels that I needed to take a dump. I cleared my tray and headed towards the toilet block.

To my horror, the queue was out the door; 40 women in the platoon using only 10 toilets was going to take some time, and there was only 40 mins left to use them before we had to report for our exercise. I joined the back of the queue, but turnover was very slow. The reason being, not only was this the best time for us to have a poo in some privacy, but also having stall doors to close allowed us to take care of other needs.

I couldn't help but fart in the queue as I slowly made my way inside to wait. The coffee and big breakfast had my stomach in knots; the farts I was producing were ripe. Once inside, I could hear the sound of doors and toilet seats slamming, bums sitting down, but worst of all, the tinkles, splashes, and plops of many relieving themselves, making me ever so much more desperate for the toilet.

If you listened carefully, you could also hear the sound of someone having a play and rubbing one off in their stall, as this was the only private time to do so. You could also tell who was by their boots under the door; you could see they were spreading their legs for some orgasmic relief. The mental images I had conjured hearing these girls relieve themselves were a big turn-on.

This helped to take my mind off desperately needing a poo but also made me wet, giving me another need to take care of. It didn't help that we had some pretty women in our group, and I had already eyed them up in their military fatigues, their curves and outlines of their big tits and arses. Seeing them go into a stall and listening to them get some sweet relief was giving me such an urge in the queue to play.

Each girl took their time in the stall, and I was getting anxious for my own turn; the minutes dwindled, and as I got closer to my turn, I realised I wouldn't have long to do my business.

With only 15 mins now left, I was hoping and longing for each occupant to hurry up and finish. By now, I'd been holding this shit for over half an hour. The sounds of plops and farts from the other occupants were making me so jealous of the relief they were enjoying whilst I was in need.

There were only a few girls waiting in front of me, but with only 10 mins left, one stall became open. Another girl asked if she'd had a good time in there; it very much was the culture to come out fully relieved. I was tapping my foot and getting impatient. I was running out of time; fortunately, a few stalls opened up at once, and some very happy-looking gals left. This freed up a toilet for me. I hurried over, closing the door and undoing my camo trousers. As I did, I looked around for loo roll...none! I pulled my trousers up and walked out; only a few were left waiting. My friend Nadia said, What's up? and I told her, No tissue. Another stall opened, and she motioned for me to try that one. I got in the stall, closed the door, and saw a toilet with plenty of skid marks from previous users and very little roll left, enough for a wee but wouldn't clean up a poo. Nonetheless, I got my trousers & thong down and nestled my big cheeks on the toilet for some long-needed relief.

I started pissing a strong stream into the toilet, as my bladder emptied and the stream weakened, and I started to push to move my poo. I sat there with the seconds ticking away, pushing, and I felt some movement but managed to force out a very loud and very stinky hot fart. Whether it was having to hold for so long or trying to rush, it was no use; I was constipated. I sat there in my own smell, frustrated that I couldn't poo. If I'd been able to get to a toilet when I first needed to, I wouldn't have had this problem. With only a few minutes left, I didn't even have the time to rub my pussy; I'd been dying to all week but especially so after waiting in the queue for a loo.

I let out a sigh of defeat and used the little remaining toilet roll left to dry my very moist pussy, a kind of torture given how much I needed a play. I reported back, and then we were out on exercises the rest of the day. Despite the physical activity, nothing seemed to help my constipation. I was slow, sluggish, and felt heavy all day.

I was hoping dinner might help; despite my lack of appetite, I forced down some food but didn't feel the urge return. It made me grumpy. I only used the toilet block for a wee and no fun. After dinner they are nowhere near as busy as the morning. Though you could still hear the panting of breath from some of the other women, I was so bloated I wasn't in the mood. I went to bed that night so uncomfortable but determined that when the urge came back, there'd be no lengthy holding this time.

The following morning I woke with a firm and full feeling in my arse; as I came to and raised myself up, I let a fart go that stank bad. I was desperate for a big poo, and as I started to get up and get dressed, the weight of this shit needing out had me so desperate to go I was considering using our latrine. However, despite the desperation, I was determined to make amends for yesterday and wanted my own toilet time to get all of my business done in private. I needed my morning wee, but I knew if I sat down, I wouldn't be able to stop this gigantic dump from prising my big cheeks apart.

Having to make my bed with a full stomach, arse, and bladder was not an easy task, but I knew if I could just hold on through breakfast and get to that toilet block, it would all be worth it. As I and the rest of the troops got ready to go to breakfast, I told Nadine I was going to head off early because I was bursting to poo; she knew the trouble I had yesterday. She shared she could do with more time than yesterday but didn't elaborate any further, and we were the first to make it in for breakfast in the mess hall.

I filled up with a full English breakfast and a coffee. I knew the pressure this would put my bowels under, hoping it would make me have a full clearout. Sat opposite Nadine at the table, I had to relieve some pressure and dropped a stinky fart; Nadine picked up on it and let go one of her own; it reeked almost as pungent as mine.

One fart I let out also let a spurt of piss into my thong; I didn't dare let another one go, but by now I was on the verge of pissing and shitting myself, letting the mess hall really live up to its name. I wolfed down my breakfast, desperate to be first to the toilet block. Nadine remarked that someone was eager, and I shared that my stomach was aching and this shit was super urgent. I downed the last of my coffee and emptied my tray. Nadine told me to wait as she did the same before we made an urgent beeline to the toilet block outside.

We were first to the wooden door, and I pushed the door, but it didn't budge. I pushed again, but it was no use; it was locked. We were a few minutes early; the cold air forced me to cross my legs standing and put my hands in between my thighs as I desperately tried not to piss myself. The breakfast and coffee were working, and I started to sweat. If my arse didn't have a toilet under it soon, there would be a big accident. Nadine was cursing the door being locked too; we both desperately waited outside in the cold. Nadine, seeing how desperate I was, started to share she was dying for a poo, as she hadn't been since the first day we arrived. She said she nearly went in the woods yesterday during our exercise but was worried she would be sneaked up on. I let her know I was about to piss myself any second as I was still yet to take my morning wee; the cold air and coffee were making this an anxious situation.

Just as there was a pause in our conversation, I spotted one of the male sergeants walking towards us with a bunch of keys. As he arrived, he couldn't help but comment on my desperation; he said he better hurry up. I let him know he wasn't wrong. He was so handsome; I got the feeling he was half excited, so I playfully mentioned I was bursting, and as he opened the door, I brushed my big tits against him, winked, and hurried over, taking a middle toilet with Nadine following.

Finally I was about to sit down and destroy this toilet; it was going to take some punishment. I felt full to the brim with piss and poo; I was on the verge of wetting myself, and my poo was making my arse feel very full with a big pressure on my anus to release it. I dropped my camo trousers to my boots and pulled my thong down to join them as I slapped the toilet seat with my arse cheeks. I heard Nadine take her seat in the stall to my right, and other women had now arrived for their own morning business.

After being so desperate to go, the privilege of getting to sit down on a toilet in private was glorious; I took a second, and only a second, to recognise how much I was about to enjoy this.

The coffee I had was ensuring there would be no repeat of yesterday; I couldn't have waited in a queue again; I would have filled my knickers.

I released control and let my body attend to its needs; piss poured out of my pussy with my much-needed morning wee coming out at force from my aching bladder. It felt so good spraying my piss into the toilet below; I was power pissing between my thick thighs and parted them so the sound effects could be heard all round. Just as yesterday, the toilet block was filled with the sound of doors slamming and bums hitting seats and the tinkles of piss starting. To my right I heard Nadine fart, signalling her poo factory was about to open for business.

Whilst still pissing this marathon wee, my stomach wasn't prepared to wait much longer; I let rip a loud, pungent fart into the bowl below, and just as my piss became a tinkle, finally I was ready to unload a major poop session. I was in a moment of pure bliss as the head of a large, thick turd started to force my anus to dome. That instant relief as I started to turtle out, slowly inching past my big round cheeks. Its earthy smell entered my nostrils, and the relief was close to orgasmic as it inched out bit by bit. The relief in my tummy and the fullness of my arse were exquisite. Though thick, this poo wasn't too hard, but its firmness gave me a delightful stretch. I savoured every second as it passed through and plunged into the depths below, making a loud plop! This sent splashing sprinkles of piss up onto my ass and under my thighs.

Just as the first turd dropped, another was eager to take its place, and my anus was soon stretched once again with a ripe chocolate sausage. As it started to emerge between my ample buttocks, I was really starting to stink out the toilet, but I enjoyed the smell; it added to the occasion. That feeling of the desperation lifting and feeling my tummy pain easing, I started to really unload on this poor toilet, another loud plop! In this moment I didn't care who could hear; I started to listen to the sounds of many women starting their business, no doubt having the same enjoyment as me. I spread my thick, toned thighs to look at what I created, and in the piss pool below were two wide but stubby turds floating in my urine.

As I relaxed and enjoyed the feelings of pleasure, scents wafting up from my arse and sounds of others relieving themselves around me, the motherlode of this dump was on route.

I passed another huge, stinking fart, and an anaconda of shit started to snake its way out. It slithered out pleasantly, brushing my anus as it descended. It started to pick up the pace; it dropped without making a sound. Looking between my thighs again, I could see it was stuck to the side of the porcelain and sending a ripe, shitty smell steaming up. That huge turd was easily a foot long, but before I could marvel at it, my stomach forced me to push down and release more of this much-needed dump. I felt a flurry of harder turds fall out of my arse, plop...splash...kuplunk! They quickly hit the piss below, coating my ass again in piss, but I still wasn't finished. The fullness in my tummy let me know more was due, as I could dial in on Nadia groaning and pushing next door. Another turd demanded passage past my rectum. I duly obliged, growing another firm brown tail out of my arse and plopping to join the sea of turds below. I could feel the last poo starting to pass and was feeling empty. A little stubborn, I had to push a little to ease it out; progress was made as it fell, leaving me very satisfied. Below my thighs and ass was a stinking pot of turds, some floating on top of my piss, others clung to the porcelain sticking out of the water.

I sat back feeling very relieved. I closed my eyes and tuned in to the other splashes and plops going on around me, knowing there was a queue of other women desperate to take my spot on the loo to relieve themselves. I started to wipe a very messy backside, my cheeks coming into contact with several turds due to their thickness and my buns. Instead of flushing, I rested, taking in the smell of what I created. I didn't want to flush just yet and give anyone false hope that I was soon to leave this stall. It was time to partake in some other relief I'd been desperate for since starting my training. The sounds of Nadia straining next door were helping to get my juices flowing. Thinking about the contrast of her round, pale ass pushing to expel a dark brown poo. I parted my thick thighs wider as far as my trousers wrapped round my ankles would let me and started to give my dripping wet pussy a rub with my right hand, whilst my left lifted my t-shirt to let my boobs fall out and then started twisting and pulling on my nipple.

With the toilet full of my desperate, stinking shit, and how my tight pussy had been on the verge of pissing down my thighs, this got me stroking my clit. The fact that I was in a semi-private, semi-public setting and others could hear me and they were going to hear me continue to relieve myself. I could hear to my left a woman enjoying similar pleasures with her light groans, making me even more wet than before.

My imagination spiralled with who it could be, how fit they were, and how long they had been dying to rub one ut. What was their kink? Maybe they were getting off on listening to me? If that was the case, I was going to be sure to give them a helping hand, letting out an audible moan of pleasure as I rubbed away on the toilet.

More straining from Nadine to my right and the light moans of pleasure from whoever was to my left had my orgasm building; just then Nadine grunted, and there was an almighty kuplunk! I called out to her that it sounded big, and she replied it was so hard and wide.

Thinking of Nadine, I was getting really wet; my nipples were so hard, I was really enjoying myself and took the opportunity for a breather whilst another tinkle of piss dripped from my pussy.

Although wanting to long this out, I was so horny, I couldn't stop for long, and I was back to rubbing myself. The occupant to my left started to orgasm; she tried to muffle the sounds as her breathing panted in enjoyment, and whilst this was happening, the queue became lively with someone calling out, One of you bitches needs to really hurry up!

I had been sitting on the toilet for 15 mins at this point, and I had no intention of leaving till I was fully relieved. She got her wish, though, as the occupant to my left had finished and exited her stall. She barged into the stall cursing; she wrestled with her trousers before dropping them to the floor, her knickers following. I heard her sit and noticed a big brown skid mark on her undies. plip! Plop! Plop! Kuplunk! Splash! The sounds of some big turds hitting the water indicated how fucking desperate she was and how close she came to shitting herself.

I leaned back and stretched my legs some more and continued to furiously play with myself, being witness to all this; I was having a sensory overload, and my orgasm was coming with all the stimulation I was getting. The rub was so enjoyable, but I switched it up and started to finger myself, wishing I had a big dildo I could squat down on, or better still, a cock. Penetrating myself with my fingers and hearing my neighbour explode on the toilet had my heart beating so fast; my orgasm was coming as I tightened and contracted my legs. I was squirming on the pot, getting more flustered and ready to burst. I noticed Nadine's feet change position, and as I heard her let out a moan, this sent me into overdrive. I was past the point of no return; this was it. I was going to cum; my finger thrust in and out whilst I used my palm to apply pressure to my throbbing clit. The moment I'd been waiting for came, and as it did, I straightened my legs and clamped my big thighs together, enjoying a warm wave of pleasure that resonated through my entire body and washed over every aching muscle and nerve ending. I let out a very loud moan. There was nothing I could do to stop it; everyone knew I'd had a very enjoyable time on the toilet.

I rested, leaning on my thighs. I could hear Nadine building towards her own orgasm as she panted louder and louder until she then reached a similar euphoria. I pulled the chain and watched the toilet suck all my turds down, leaving behind a tonne of shit streaks in the bowl.

I released one more pungent fart for the next occupant to enjoy and turned the lock, leaving the toilet very relieved!