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hello my name is Kayla I've never posted here before but I kinda thought I tell about something when I was younger
some years ago when I was 6 I had a babysitter because my sis was staying over at a friends house and my parents had work, and I wanted go with my sis so I thought if my babysitter didn't want to watch me I'd get to go to my sis, so I thought I'd go poo on the floor and she'd quit(well I was 6 so I thought it would work)
well when the babysitter first got there I didn't need to poo so every now and then I'd push while playing trying to get something coming, but it wasn't working, so I started trying pushing harder, and I all of a sudden I peed a tiny bit in my panties, then I got an urge to pee so I ran to the bathroom and dropped my panties to the floor and got on the toilet with my dress pulled up and peed after words I sat there for I while pushing until I farted a couple of times then I started to feel the need to poo so I stopped pushing and got off the toilet and walked out not thinking about putting my panties back on, I went back to playing, I could feel the need getting stronger, I waited longer, and longer feeling too nervous and scared to do it, I was trying to tell myself to do it, until I had decided not do it after all, but by that time I had to go poo very bad I was trying to hold it in when I started sneezing about 4 or 5 times and poo pushed it's way out so there I was standing with poo poking out of my butt under my dress and slowly it was coming out more and more every step i took until I just squatted down and pushed as I had given up trying to make to toilet, and all of a sudden it got stuck and stopped coming out so well not thinking I just pushed hard and harder until I let out a thick painful poo, my babysitter caught me just as I was standing up, (or maybe she was waiting until I was done but I not sure about that lol), but for some reason, she didn't seem effected by it, just clean it up and gave me a bath even put something on my butt hole that make quit hurting as bad and put me to bed as it was actually way pass my bed time somehow, though before I went to sleep she told me "don't worry it'd be our secret that you tried to gross me out", and sure enough she never told anyone as far as I know, or at least I never got in trouble. but from then on I liked having her babysit me she was always fun.
btw a couple of years later I don't remember what brought it up but we was talking alone and she told me that my poo looked absolutely huge compared to my size. and she had been told I was pretty constipated and she had like heard me talking to myself about it and decided to just let me do it and let me stay up pass my bed time just so I could do my plan, she told me I talked to myself pretty much the whole time and I never realized she was listening to me the whole time too.
Almost an accidentI seem to have caught a little something over the weekend and had diarrhea Saturday night into Sunday morning it was bad awful stomach pains and straight liquid out of my bum. I was finally able to fart Sunday afternoon and not worry that I was going to poop my pants while farting. I did not poop at all yesterday...or this morning, but got out of work a little early and took my toddler with me to the grocery store and while there I bent to pick something up and had to quickly clench my cheeks closed because a big poop was wanting out. I got home and got set up and got down doggy style and pushed and out came a poop about 4 inches long and then more came another 4 inches or so. I actually feel lighter now. It was nice after the diarrhea of the weekend to unload a good load!
had an experience last week that brought back some great memories. was taking a hike in the woods with my 5 year old nephew. Told him Uncle Teddy had to use the bathroom He said I could pee anywhereout there since no one was around. I told him didn't have to pee, I had to do a big long poo poo. Told him to stay there whileIwent behind some bushes and pooped. I'll admit I didkindof want him to see along turd coming out of his uncles' hairybutt, but Iwentbehind a tree anyway.I had some tissue with me. I pulled my pants downandsaid, "It's comin, Benny,it's comin, it's gonna be a big one. Iguess he couldn'tstand the curiosity andcame around the tree andsaw is big tall uncle who hadjust shita whopper of a poop.I enjoyed as he watchedme wipe. Nothing like someshit bonding between a big loving uncle and hiscute nephew.
So, a couple days ago I woke up at about 2:00 am feeling really sick. My stomach felt like it was about to explode. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, intending to try to take a dump. As I got to the toilet, however, I started heaving. I bent over the toilet and puked up everything I'd eaten that day. Then I couldn't hold it any longer: poop squirted out of my pajamas and splatted onto the floor. Keep in mind I was half-asleep, so I wasn't thinking well - when I was done, I went back to bed without doing anything else. An hour or so later, I woke up again to let loose a flood of diarrhea. It was bright orange, and the sight of it made me puke again, all over myself. My room smelled so awful.
two new storiesI have two new stories!!!
First story. I was at a restaurant with some friends. We had just ordered and I got the urge to go poop. I told them I was going to head to the bathroom and one of my friends needed to go too. When we got inside there was 4 stalls on one wall all vacant. We took the middle two and I was closest to the door. My friend and I peed then I let her know I needed to do more and she said she had to also. I started pushing and I could tell this would be hard to get out. As I was working on mine I could hear my friend take her dump. She had three plops all within 30 seconds and started wiping. Mine was still crowning. She went to wash her hands and said to not be long and left. I was now alone taking my crap. I pushed and it hurt a bit then a few minutes later was done. I looked and it was a rock hard shit that was 5" long and 3" wide.
Second story. I was at Target and got a strong urge to take a dump. It was pretty strong and I got misplaced where I was. When I eventually found the bathroom I was very desperate. I quickly went in and all but two stalls were being renovated or something. They all had locked doors. The two stalls were taken. I could hear the two women having troubles while pooping. Both were making little grunts and sounds. I held my stomach and moved my feet trying to not go in my panties. Eventually a woman about between 25 and 30 walked out and left without washing her hands. I went into the stall and saw the huge crap she had taken. It had to be a foot long and I could tell would not flush. So I waited for the other to open. A girl about 18 or 19 walked in and looked more desperate then me. She ran in the stall and said "EEEW" and walked out. She asked me if I was waiting for the other stall and I said yes. She looked pained at my answer. The woman in the stall was making lots of very tiny tiny plops but was still not coming out. My poop was getting more desperate. In around 40 seconds the 18 or 19 girl said I can't wait anymore and ran into the clogged stall. She immediately started having what sounded like pure liquid diarrhea. While she was finishing the other stall finally opened. I went in and saw she left lots of rabbit like poops. I flushed and sat down. I quickly let out 4 really soft poops, farted, let out about five more, farted, let out another, and was done. I looked and they all had mashed together in the toilet. The other girl flushed and left. I wiped and flushed. Before washing my hands I quickly glanced in the other stall out of curiosity. She did have pure liquid diarrhea!! It also smelled really strong from her diarrhea and the other girls crap not being able to be flushed.
That is all for now!!
to John about asymmetrical poop on anusIf your turds are thick and firm, they will open your anus to a round shape while exiting, and you will not notice any more poop on one side than the other. However, if your poop is a bit softer, your anus may open in a somewhat non-symmetrical way, as I have verified for myself by watching my own bowel movements in a mirror occasionally. Not only will a softer movement deposit more poop on the inside of your butt-cheeks, it can do so in a non-symmetrical way, depending on the shape your anus assumed while pushing it out. This one-sided emergence seems perfectly normal, as does its absence when you have a firm, thick stool.
I notice that the right side of my buttcrack is messier often too lol, wonder if it has to do with the angle that the turd comes out at, no idea :P
@Dude in Distress - Love your stories, I'm often as constipated as you are, though I guess I use enemas and suppositories more than you do. Do you ever use enemas and suppositories? Or do you just try and push it out on your own?
Commenting on stories - Steve AHey Steve A. I know exactly what you mean. I rarely get any comments on my stories, too. And some of the stories from other posters that get tons of comments don't interest me in the slightest.
Rest assured, that there are people out there that like your stories. I have actually had people on other sites ask me if I'm the "Zip" from toiletstool because they are huge fans of mine! I didn't know I had fans! I'm also one who doesn't comment on stories very often. I find that this site is a good place to put your stories. Do it for yourself. Everyone has a unique writing style and there are people out there who like yours. They just might not comment.
I recently purchased a squatty potty, which is great, and I don't always have to take off my pants and briefs when dumping now. Yesterday I got myself one of those hand held bidets. It is a hose with a nozzle for squirting off my butt after a dump. I hope to try it this morning. I like to stay clean, and let's hope this does a good job!
CommentsTina: I enjoyed your kitchen and car post with your friend. Thanks for sharing.
blondiemaja: First of hello and I really enjoying your posts. You asked on previous posts if people squat. Only on those "rare" occasions that I do to help "relive" myself. I find that helps to eliminate your bowels better. I probably need to the next time. Since my bathroom is small, it's really hard for me to do so. Have you squatted over a container to poo in? Do you pee while you poop, if so do you pee on the floor, on the pile of poop, or in a cup? Anyways great posts and keep them coming. Hope you find some relief with those pebble poops. Take care.
Emma b: Interesting post about you and Clair having to take a dump in the back of the car.
Steve A: I know what you mean, I feel your pain. Me I just post what's relevant and keep it moving. If you comment on my post that's fine, if not it's cool. Most of the feedback I get is from men and occasionally women. Keep the posts coming and don't get discouraged.
Tlana: Nice post with the Tennis lady.
That's all the comments for now and happy peeing and pooping everyone.
The AlpsTo Amelie and Martine. Last week I spent a lot of time walking in the Alps. I had to squat in nature to take care of business a couple of times. ButI hope that nobody saw me. I saw a biker make a roadside squat while his girl friend stood waiting for him on the road. Some years back while hiking with a friend and his family I saw his mother taking a dump. In fact I accidentally walked straight in on her. I guess we both were embarrassed because she was squatting with shorts down and naked hips and bum.
Dude in Distress, we have some similar constipation experiences. I've had to clean up several big constipated dumps from my bathroom floor, my bathtub, my bedroom floor, etc because I had to use drastic maneuvers to get the constipated stuff out. I remember one time several years ago, I had everyone in my apartment building knocking on my door making sure I was okay because I was screaming and straining so loud with constipation that they could hear me from two, three, four apartments away!
I have a handful of really bad episodes every year, but for the most part, usually just an enema or two will get me going. Do you ever use enemas?
ResponseHi its John B
In response to Steve A's post don't feel too bad about a lack of feedback to your posts. I don't contribute that regularly to the forum but sometimes my posts get a response sometimes not.
I just feel glad I've made a contribution here and added something to this eclectic mix of experiences and stories. I don't take a non-response to heart its just one of those things.
There you go Steve A, I've responded to you and I hope that you will continue to contribute!
Take care all. Regards John B.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
my bad belly/multiple poos on day out at beach...Hey everyone!
Aren't we all loving the hot muggy weather
well, on Saturday (26th) my husband & i decided to go to the beach.
i had a huge poo before at home before we got the train but on the train i realised i needed to go again & i was desperate!!
Fidgetting around in my seat my hubby realised i needed a poo.
he told me to go on the train & he was right i had no choice.
i took the small claustrophobic cubicle & wiped the seat with loo roll, & pulled my white shorts & knickers down to my ankles. Sat down & immediately without even trying soft loose poo fell in to the loo with a crackle whilst it all continued out of my bum.All came out as one massive loose watery log that piled up on top of each other.
Unfortunately it was one of those poos that required 10 tonne of loo paper to get myself clean... and i used it all!!!
anyway about half hour later we arrived at our destination. Me still feeling a bit squiffy, hubby massaging my peachy bum as we waited to get off the train. We walked along the beach, & then went to the amusements. There, realised i needed another huge desperate poo, but i decided to try & hold it best i could - but that didn't work, hubby knew again (like he always knows without fail) that i had a ???? ache & was dying for another poo.
he said "baby, why do it to yourself, i know how desperate you are for another big poo, we'll find the public loos!! It's alright, don't worry my baby" (he's so sweet yet strangely he made me more desperate by saying this & as he was clutching my peachy bum i suddenly had to clench really badly as i was about to poo myself & he knew it, he then massaged my bum again whilst kissing my ear (he loves it when i am desperate for a poo.
So we left the amusements, & along the road were the loos. Hubby grabbed me whilst putting his firm hand on my big ready to explode bum & gave me a snog before i went in told me how much he loved me before slapping my bum hard (he left a little red mark bless him) & in i went.
busy cubicles, the last 1 was empty.
checking for loo roll, & found there was only a bit (12 squares! I knew i had to try & have a not very messy poo poo but no such luck.
as soon as i took my shorts & knickers down, & started to squat, my plops plopped loudly in to the loo. Not as watery as before but still very loose.
As soon as i sat down 12 plops fell out my peachy bum in to the water, then i sighed initial relief. Clutching my achey ???? i had another 8 loose plops that all curled round in to the loo on top of each other. I wiped best i could, but didn't feel clean.
The other cubicles were taken & my poo poo stank!! Flushing i left skids everywhere!!
Washed my hands & left, on my way out hubby greeted me with another pat on my bum followed by a lovely bum massage, he then grabbed my chin to face him for another snog bless him & on we went
"Feel better now my baby?" He said
"No going to need another 1 soon i reckon, let's go shall we" i replied.
we had some lunch though i didn't eat a lot.
after lunch & about hour & half after my last desperate poo i needed another 1.
Again i tried to hold it in but i was really really bustin for a poo & my hubby again knew too.
this time we were miles away from the public loos but a pub was opposite so we went in there.
hubby got a coke & waited for me, again giving my bum a lovely massage & pat before heading off for another 1.
This time my poo was much firmer though still lots of it.
i took my stuff down, & as soon as i sat down, 16 plops fell one after the other. I pushed out as much as i could with this ???? ache.
flushing and again leaving lots of skids i washed my hands & we left.
no more poos needed & on the train on the way home hubby was saying how gutted he was he couldn't join me & listen to me pooing desperate big poo poos like he does & so loves at home.
anyway, more soon.
Gigantismic poopHi all.
Last night, I got home, and flew into my pyjamas, and ran to the toilet.
As soon as I'd landed on the excretion catcher, I think I'd done the hugest pooh of all time hahahaha
It felt nearly as big as a 2.25 liter water bottle.
When it hit the water, I'm actually quite surprised that I didn't create a magnitude 9.4 earthquake, that's how loud it was hahahahaha
Anyway, that's my latest story
Hi everyone. I've not much new to report right now. Things as far as the loo goes are good, which is nice. Now that school is done, I have time to relax before I start uni in the fall. I'm doing a poo currently almost every day or sometimes I'll go two days between poos. But seeing as there's not much happening, I'll likely not post for a while. I hope that I'll have more stories to share later on.
kitchen and carHello everyone! Hope youre all well. The other day I was rushing home from work, and ended up having to poo on my kitchen floor. Not the oddest of places I suppose. I was waiting for my friend to come over for our wine night and then we could go together. But that day my stomach felt off. I was rushing home so I could be here in case I had to go. I was in my kitchen, opening a wine bottle, when the urge to poo and pee was just getting too strong. I crossed my legs...but it wasnt helping. Pee startred to trickle out of my crotch, so i gave ip and started to undo my pants....and just in time too. Pee started flooding and hissing out of me. I pulled my pants off and leaned my back against the counter and let it all go. I grunted, and soft poo slid out of my butt. I spread my legs further and squatted a little. I looked down and watched piece after piece of poo come from between my legs and pile up on the floor below me. It felt so good, i closed my eyes and just felt relief to finally have it out of me.
Awhile later my friend finally showed up. Since my stomach was off i didnt think my night of pooing would be done yet, my stomach wad gurgling again. She had to go, but wanted to go in her car. We went out to her car....thankfully it was dark. We both got in the backseat. She pulled her shorts off and sat her butt down, immediatrly releasing a flood of pee into the seat. She lifterd her butt off the seat and moaned. I could see a log growing from her butt. It got longer and started to coil, then broke off. "This might not work...." she said. She put her foot on the wet seat and then manuvered herself so her butt wad hanging over the floor of hr backseat, and let it rip. She farted and multiple logs of poop fell from her onto the floor.
My stomach felt gurgly again. "If you have to go, just go." She said. I explained that my stools were too loose to.go here....it would be too hard to clean. She finished up and said " Go in my trunk". Great idea! She pulled her shorts back on and we went outside to the back of her car. I pullednoff my shorts and hung my butt into her trunk. Immediately again the poo slid out, making a loose watery pile. I moaned again just feeling the poo release from my butt. Some more pee trickled out. It all felt so good. More later!
comments & stuffTo: Blondiemaja first welcome to the site and great story I look forward to reading anymore you may have thanks.
To: Shy Girl Angela another great story it sounds like you were beyond desperate and in situations like that being poop shy can be over rode to prevent a nasty accident and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Korean Girl great story I bet you felt great afterwards to and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Tech Guy great story.
To: Jasmin K that's good that they are helping its a lot more trustworthy then a laxative.
To: Emma B as always another great story it sounds like you just made to the toilet in time and I bet you felt good afterwards to.
To: Abbie as always another great story about you and your friends pooping together.
To: Abby great story.
Well that all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Success-finallySo I just submitted a post about a 1/2 hour ago about no such luck taking a big poop, but my luck turned around. I squatted down to clean the lint vent and the dryer and could feel some poop trying to push it's way out (I guess I just had to give up and continue on with my day to get things moving)I set up in my room in front of our closet mirror and assumed a doggy style position thinking if I could really bear down on my knees this shit would slid right out. I let my bum open and close a couple of time to be sure I could still feel it right there and low and behold I could actually see the turtle head-I knew this time I was going to be able to make it happen. I gave a good push and 2 pebbles flew out, relaxed, another push, another pebble, stayed tense and pushed hard and out come a lumpy hard poop that took some pushing and grunting, relaxed and then a snake style piece about 3 inches slid out. Have to say it took some effort to get it going on it's way out but once things got moving they moved right along.
So tried in a round about way this morning to get my husband to let him take a poop...and said he could do the same to me, he seems a little interested. When it comes down to it he is not bashful about pooping at all, he works construction and most of their worksites do not have bathrooms so he is used to popping a squat in the woods and I know that they usally all go and poop in the same area and talk while they are doing it. I don't think that letting me watch him go should be much different. I'll keep you guys posted with how it goes, when it happens.
We took a shower together last night and I peed on his feet-it was funny.
On another note, still have not taken a "good" poop since the hotel one, had those pebbles yesterday but feel like I have a good long one brewing in there. Maybe I should go walk around Target, for some reason I always have to poop when I am there...and most of the time it is while I am in the middle of the store not close to either of the bathrooms. The last time I was there I actually thought I might have an accident the urge came on so quick and strong. I could feel the turtle head poking it's way out, as I was clenching my cheeks and hustling to the bathroom I was hoping it was empty and thankfully it was, I unloaded I long snake type poop. I keep farting and feeling like it is going to happen, I will post again when it does, I feel like it's going to be an epic one.
Car pooI took my new car out with Claire for a drive in the country and as I was driving I felt a big urge to have a poo. I hadn't been for about three days so it was quite urgent and I told Claire I was going to have to pull over somewhere before I pood myself. She said she had to go pretty bad as well so we looked out for some bushes to go behind. We saw lots of hedges along the roadside but they were all too low or not dense enough to hide us properly. I kept on driving while we got more and more desperate for a poo and I began to wonder if we'd ever find anywhere private enough to relieve ourselves. I was really struggling to control my bowels and by the look on Claire's face I think she was in trouble too. We had to find somewhere before it was too late as I'd only just got this car and really didn't want to have it stinking of poo. Eventually, after half an hour I spotted some trees in the distance. I figured that would be the ideal place to go and five minutes later we were there. The woods were surrounded by a fence and at six foot high I knew we'd never get over it without having an accident. We got out of the car and I almost lost control as I got out. Claire looked at the fence and shook her head as she said, "No way, not happening." I agreed and we looked for a gap or a hole. Claire was holding her bum with one hand as we searched and I knew how she felt. After a while I felt my poo pushing at the exit, trying to get out but my knickers weren't going to be my toilet this time and I had to hold my bum with both hands. Claire was in a panic as she was clearly about to load her underwear. I wasn't far behind her and just when we thought it was game over I saw a break in the fence where a car had crashed though it. It was abandoned and the front was damaged but otherwise it didn't look like a writeoff. Claire suggested doing it in the car and I thought it was a great idea. We took our jeans and knickers off and sat in the back of the car and held our bums off the seat a few inches. I watched Claire's poo rush out onto the seat and there was a lot of it. The look of relief on her face was a picture and I pushed mine out afterwards. It was quite firm unlike Claires. It felt so good to feel it moving through my anus and after three days it was a big relief. Our next problem was what to wipe with but I found a T shirt under the drivers seat and handed it to Claire. She used one end of it but it was obvious her bum was too messy to wipe once and she ended up using all of it, leaving hardly any of hub for me to wipe my bum with. She said sorry but as my poo was quite dry I told her not to worry and we put our clothes back on and headed back to my car.
Unusual ObservationHi one and all its John B with an unusual observation.
Does anyone on this forum notice when wiping their bum that one side of the bum crack is slightly messier than the other? In my case its the right hand side!
Has any one made similar observations? I look forward to your comments.
Take care, John B
Hey, I don't mean to be rude but sometimes when I post a story, no one seems to comment on it and the other posters just seem to read it. But, when I post a survey, some people comment on it and that's good but I want people to comment on my stories. Brandon T always comments on other posters' stories, but never on mine. Almost everytime I posted a story on here, no one ever commented on it, except for a few times where 1 to 3 people did. I also posted a survey on here that never got posted and it followed all of the rules/guidelines on this website. I'm sorry if I'm complaining but I feel a left out on Toilet Stool sometimes that people don't care about my stories. I know they do, but I see people always commenting on other people's stories, but hardly never mine. Maybe my stories need to be more exciting? I try my best to have an exciting/interesting experience/story to tell, but I have never had any, yet. I assume that you will say, "Well that's too bad", "You can't tell people to comment on your stories.", but I would appreciate it if you can do something to fix my problem. If someone new joins Toilet Stool and they feel left out, then they might complain to you as well. So, if you can help me to avoid future complaints regarding to this problem, then everything will be good for me, for your company, and the other people that may feel left out on here.
The Tennis LadyOn days when I don't have a babysitting job, me and my friends gather at Lorenz's house. It's bigger than ours, and because his dad owns a pool table sales and repair business, they have one of the best pool tables in their rec room. I ride my bike over. It's about a mile and a half on the other side of the city, but I've learned to cut through a large park and I save some time. Often I stop in the park to go to the bathroom and to rest a bit.
Well last week it was about 10 in the morning when I rode up to the small bathroom building. Like most places there were two separate bathrooms, and on each end there was the entrance. The ladies', however, was no bigger than my room at home and really different. Two toilets mounted on the wall--directly across from one another. No cubicles or doors--just toilets. Next to each, was a dirty sink and a hand drying machine. There was also an overloaded trash can. I take my bike in since it won't get stolen, but I felt bad when I walked in on this 20-something woman in a tennis outfit and with an equipment bag in front of her. The moment I saw her sitting on the toilet I apologized and briefly turned to wait outside, but she had a great personality, smiled and welcomed me. She said she had taken a laxative the night before and was waiting for it to work before she met her boyfriend for tennis. She said she could use the company. I told her, as I was struggling to unbutton my jeans, that I just needed to wee, and as I finally got the button threw the hole and pulled down my undees, she reached into her bag and from a little pouch pulled out a small piece of paper that she held out for me to take. I was sweating bad from head to toe because of the humidity and I thanked her, took it because I thought it was towel, and as I seated myself and was waiting for my wee to begin, I opened the towel and found it was a seat cover or gasket. She briefly laughed, but seemed surprised that I had mistaken it. Then she said she would never sit bare-butt on a public toilet and that she was surprised that I did. She said her mother taught her to use them several years ago when they were out together and that she buys the covers in packages at the drug store. I told her that me and my friends don't worry about sitting bare-butt and she said that may change as we get older. Because I look young for my age (I'm starting 9th grade and only 3'4")I think that's why she lectured me a bit as we sat. I started feeling a little guilty though as I finished my wee and then turned around and took a little toilet paper off the roll to wipe with. I stood and flushed and quickly washed my hands at the sink--although there wasn't any hot water.
I started to hear plops in the water and the lady sighed a couple of times as I was drying my hands. I looked back and told her to have a nice day as I kicked up the kick stand on my bike and took it outside. As I pedaled, I got to feeling a little guilty and embarrassed about what the lady said. But I really am not sure why.
Desperate weeI went out for some drinks with Claire last night to celebrate my parsing my test. We had quite a bit to drink and I we were soon in need me a wee. We went to the toilets at the pub and they were disgusting. Only one of the toilets was working and it was filthy. I couldn't use it but Claire was desperate so she held her breath and peed a long stream. When she finished she looked relieved but we both gagged at the smell as we left. I held my wee all night and after five lagers I was desperate by the time we left the pub. As we waked home I started getting more and more desperate and my bladder felt so full I thought it would burst. How I wished I'd been at the pub but I couldn't face the smell in there. I began to leak a tiny bit, and my knickert got damp. I realised I was going to wet myself any second so I ducked into a shop doorway while Claire stood as a lookout and pulled my skirt up and thong to one side and squatted. I had the most relieving wee of my life and flooded the doorway with a gallon of wee. Man it felt good and afterwards I let my skirt down and we walked away just as a police car drove slowly by. If they'd been there a moment earlier I'd have been arrested for urinating in public but I got away with it thank god.
Saw a girl having an accidentWhile I was out shopping this morning I noticed a young girl of about 14 with her mother and she smelled of poo quite strongly. She told her mum she was going to the toilet and ran off in the direction of the customer toilets. I saw a wet patch in the back of her jean shorts and it turned brown as she ran. She must've got a bad case of the runs to have an accident like that.
It Is A Bad MilkHi there My name is Yui I am a girl from Japan. I am in high school. Sorry for my bad English. I drank milk strange taste it one morning, but I was in a hurry for school, and drank anyway. I and my best friend after school was walking to my house. It started raining and suddenly, and we do not have an umbrella. She started feeling embarrassed, she said that it does not want to show through her ​​clothes her bra, then we are going to need a cover. We found a toilet in the park of the way home. Toilet of the park is very small, there is one room only. We went inside together to try to stay dry. After that, my stomach was gurgling start. I knew I had that it is a bad milk. After that, I felt that I was going to poop myself. I need to go poop, I told my friend would spoil myself. She is OK. I crouched between her legs. Lift up my skirt, and pull down the pantyhose and my panties. I started it was messy with diarrhea.It loud loud. Pbbbbbbbt it erupted from my butt. It has a strong smell, I was not able to stop. I could hear hit the floor miss toilet. However, I was not able to stop. I continued with the feces of nasty liquid. It stopped floor and door covered in light brown liquid. Also mess on shoes of friend. Poop smell bad. This was allover gross. Many of the relief. That smell that here is poor could not stay. We walking home in the rain friend angry. However, she forgave me. When we got to my house, my stomach gurgled again we. I told her that I were poo I myslef again. I ran to the bathroom. Toilet of my house, western style. Pulled the panties up my skirt down, pantyhose down. Before it was down, I started poop. I went into the panties hot liquid. Then, liquid poo got on the floor and shoes. I started sitting, but pooped on a seat. While having a liquid poo, so I hover. It splattered while make a noise, and make a big mess very. I felt I not only relief, the hurt anus and my stomach. I could not stop allover poop toilet of their own. It's no longer. It took a long time to clean up.
Outsider.The other night I was at home, bored, and felt terribly constipated, bloated, lots of gas. So I decided to get that stuff done.
Went to the toilet, but anything except gas, pushed, but nothing.
So I started with abdominal massages to help my poor colon to work, but just some gurgling and gas.
As nothing seemed to work, I got a pair of suppositories, it wasn't that hard, and then just wait..
Time passed, and I began with kind of the feeling.
So I headed to the toilet, but nothing, felt bad, but still got the urge, so this time, I headed to the garden..
It was a nice rainy night.
So, I first got my clothes off, staying with my bra, and I crouched on the cold wet grass.
I started pushing and rubbing my bloated belly for a couple minutes, then I finally got a huge mass of mushy poop out, wiped 4 times, and finally felt great.
What do you think of being an outsider?
Onthetoiletgal- I enjoyed your story! It sounds like the mother was a little embarrassed by her son, but not so much by having to use a doorless cubicle. I have found it's quite common to hear kids with their mothers talk about their toilet habits when they are in the toilet with them, and in fact that happened to me today and it's included in my story below.
Abbie- Sounds like you WERE embarrassed by having to use a doorless cubicle, though! I enjoyed your post though, as always!
Today I went shopping. While I was out I needed to go for a poo. The shop I was in had some loos so I went there. There were three cubicles in the ladies, and two were taken leaving the middle one free. I popped into it and pulled down my shorts and pink knickers and sat down. I started with a wee and peeked under the cubicle walls. To my left was a woman in a skirt with her black knickers down who was in the middle of a wee, and to my right was someone with her jeans and red knickers at her feet. She was silent but I could smell poo so I assumed that was what she was doing. The woman to my left finished and left within a minute, and as I began to poo so did the other woman, leaving me alone. I noticed there was a gap between the cubicle walls and the wall of the room, meaning you could peek through a little and see into the back of the other cubicles.
A soft turd came out quite easily and made a plop in the bowl. Another one followed a minute later, and then a small piece. As I waited for the rest of it to come out a woman entered the toilets. She took the cubicle to my left, furthest from the door. She didn't seem to be in a particular hurry to get in the cubicle. Her trousers and blue knickers appeared at her feet and she sat down, and quickly I could hear soft poo crackling out of her along with quite a loud fart and it plopped into the bowl, followed by a bit more a moment later. It sounded like she had actually been quite desperate to have her number two after all! I peeked through the gap and I could partially see her on the loo. She had black hair and looked to be about 30. I could see her bum and hips and the tops of her thighs as she sat doing her poo. She sat with her hands in her lap. It seemed to be coming out easily for her. I heard another plop and pushed out another one myself.
After a couple of minutes someone else came in, a mother and her young daughter. I heard the daughter say, 'Mummy, it smells! Why does it smell?' She checked the cubicles and they went into the other cubicle and the mother replied, 'Because it's a toilet, some ladies need to go poo here.' The girl asked, 'Do you need to go poo mummy?' and she said, 'No, I just need a wee.' Sure enough she sat down and started to wee. I looked through the gap and I could see she was also about 30 and had her skirt hitched up so she could wee.
To my left the other woman let out another turd, and I let out a quiet fart, and the girl said, 'Are the other ladies pooing now?' 'I think so, yes,' the mother replied. 'Don't talk about it though, it's rude.' She weed and they left after a couple of minutes, leaving me and the other woman still seated. We had both pushed out a couple more small pieces by then. I looked through the gap again. She was leaning forward a little and I could see a bit more of her round bum. I heard another plop but I couldn't see anything coming out. I was done so I wiped and flushed. As I washed my hands I could hear her starting to wipe. I left the toilets and a minute later I saw her walk out too. No doubt we both felt a lot better!
Dude in distress
Linda- I too have watched in the mirror as my face contorted, turned bright red while struggling to pass a constipated mass that refuses to budge. You mention that you strain and push while standing and walking around. Have you tried just squatting?
Charlie- I too have done that when I was hopelessly constipated. One time I had about an inch of poo sticking out for almost an hour. I hadn't been able to go for for 5 days. Finally I knew it had to come out. I sat on the toilet and leaned forward all the way while pushing to get what felt like a brick out of my rectum. It was huge. My anus was bulging down and I touched it with my fingers- I felt the tip sticking out. I adjusted my position so that I was now hovering in a semi squat. I used my hands to pull my cheeks open and strained while gritting my teeth. About an inch of it came out but it was totally stuck. I didn't want to breaking off because I was desperate to get it out. I rubbed some petroleum jelly around my anus and while straining, I used my fingers to push against my perineum and the spot right above my crack and below my tailbone. I couldn't do this while sitting on the toiled so when it finally came out- it was on the bathroom floor.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
One day I had been shopping and when I went to pay, there was a long queue of people waiting to go to the checkout counters.
In front of me was a pretty woman in her early to mid-40's with French manicured nails, styled hair and wearing a blue and red checked shirt with tight dark blue jeans. About 5 minutes after I got into the line, she broke wind/farted quietly a few times - and I immediately caught a whiff of it. It was very nasty and smelly (a combination of hard boiled eggs and cabbage) and she carried on doing it for the whole time that we were in the line. When it was her turn to pay I was very glad.
I hate to think what she must have eaten to make it stink so badly; it was the worst thing I have ever smelled in my life - and I am definitely not squeamish when it comes to things like that! It would have been nice if she had said "sorry" or "pardon me" afterwards, because then I (and probably others) would have had fair warning...or maybe she should have just asked somebody to watch her place in the line and then gone to the bathroom; I think that's what she may have been needing to do.
I don't have a problem with people breaking wind - it happens to everyone (myself included) every day and is a part of normal bodily processes - but sometimes it's just nasty. That incident really shocked and disgusted me and I wish it had never happened.
Like many others on this site, I really enjoy reading constipation stories, but I seem to be alone in actually enjoying being constipated myself. I love to sit on the toilet pushing and to feel my poo backed up inside me. It also gives a sense of achievement when I do eventually manage to push out a hard turd either after a long session on the toilet or if I have been completely unable to go for several days.
Success-sort of ;-)I posted earlier about hoping to take a poop earlier since I would be spending the day at the water park with 3 kids alone and not having any luck. Well while we were there I was sure to eat foods that I knew would help move things along, but not in an urgent sense. We got home and I farted and knew I would be able to make atleast a little poop. I got set up in our bedroom (the most private and less likely to be interupted spot in our house since our nephew was still here. I squatted down over the paper towel and with lots of effort was able to push out 11 pebbles. I felt like there was more, so gave a couple more good pushes and nothing happened. I headed to the bathroom with my rolled up paper towel so I could dump my pebbles down the toilet and the urge struck again-I squatted down on the floor and was able to push out 7 more pebbles. I an really wondering what is going on since I haven't pooped a nice poop since the 2 on Wednesday (one of which was at the hotel) and that never happens. We are ordering Chinese tonight sometimes the end result of that is a big poop. Here's hoping I can take a big one soon, it's not that I am feeling full, just am usually an atleast once a day pooper.
Are there any other squatters out there? If so how do you do it? I was standing on the white part of the bowl then had a vision of falling face first off the toilet so moved to squatting over paper towel then using a bleach and water solution to clean up the floor afterwards. Thoughts? Suggestions? And no I am not interested in the squatty potty :-)
Funny Poop Story, not mine but my husbands...and a pee accidEvery Thanksgiving morning while preparing the turkey we make a big breakfast, my husband ate it...and drank a lot of orange juice. We went to his parents for dinner and started to head home he says "I think I should have shit before we left me parents" mind you it's a 4-5 minute drive to our house. We pull in the driveway and he throws the car in park and shuffles to the front door, I get the kids out of the car and inside and pretty much asleep and think he's been in there for awhile for really having to go-next thing I know he comes out and says don't go in there...he proceeds to grab a trash bag and the bleach, I let him do whatever he needs to do in there and then he comes out and says ok allset, that was bad I walked in the bathroom knew I wasn't going to make it onto the toilet, managed to get my pants down and my undies but just stood there shitting huge logs on the floor. Yup he stood there and because of having to poop so bad stood there and just let is loose. We have been married 10 years and have an open door per policy, but a closed door poop one but watching him go and letting him watch me go is starting to spark my interest, I think we are stable enough in our relationship to pass the poop barrier, just need to figure out how to approach it.
And my pee story, went to the beach yesterday with my 2 kids and my nephew, was a hike to the bathroom and the ocean water was freezing, so while the kids were exploring some rocks I stood behind a rock that went higher than my waist and just let the river flow, it was actually almost liberating. I then rinsed myself off with a bucket of water because I didn't want to smell like pee allday.
As a follow up to my hotel poop, that was Wednesday and here it is Friday and I haven't gone since then, I felt some pressure yesterday and tried to go, felt a little head trying to poke out that was hard so sucked it back in and inserted a suppository thinking it would help-was able to hold it in for about a 1/2 hour before I felt the urge so set up in the bathroom (remember i squat and watch myself, well my rectum open and close) I went and bore down and the unmelted suppository came shooting out with some brown liquid, now since I watch I could see some brown pebbles (that stunk) trying to come out, knowing the suppository did nothing I tried to lube my ass hole up a little with some Vaseline and even stuck it in a little and went back to work pushing, 1 pebble came out but I could feel more so being uncomfortable and feeling like I had marbles in my ass I went in and tried to break some free, yup 2 more pebbles. I could feel a big solid poop up there but it must not be ready...I have even tried a couple times this morning, was hoping to be able to take a big crap since off to the water park but no luck. Will post again when I finally have success, hope it's a big one.
Keep the stories coming!
Today in the Swiss Alps I saw a man squat with his shorts down at his knees.
Shy Girl Angela
Upset stomachAs I mentioned in my other post I'm trying to get over my shyness of pooping in public so I decided to go every once in a while but this time it was different. So on Wednesday I was working from 12pm to 6pm and about at 3 I was starting to get a stomach ache and I knew I was in trouble. I tried ignoring it and eventually it went away. But 20 minutes remaining in my shift, I got the pain again and I new I was going to have a big problem. I really didn't want to have a loose poop in public since it would be super embarrassing but it seemed like I would have no choice. 20 minutes passed and I was done with work so I decided to poop in one of the malls many bathroom so I wouldn't end up going in my panties. I knew I was going to have a loose poop so I decided to go in public only if the bathroom wasn't too crowded. So I went to the closes bathroom which was in target where I had my first public poop. As I walked in I was hoping it would be empty but I was wrong. There was someone in the first stall with her dark green panties at her ankles have a smelly poop so I decided to go use a different bathroom. I then walked to a mall bathroom in a place were bot much people went. Again I hoped it would be empty but again I was wrong. There was an older women at the sinks and two stalls taken so again I left. My stomach ache was again acting up so I knew I desperately needed to find an isolated bathroom or I would poop my pants. I then remembered that Jcpenny has a bathroom on each floor and the 3rd floor has only mens clothing and furniture and the only way to get there was by going up from the 2nd floor as there were no mall entrance on the 3rd floor. I knew that not many women would use that bathroom due to the many bathroom and the location. So I quickly walked there and as I got onto the 3rd floor I saw a girl about my age (16btw) quickly walking towards the restroom and she looked desperate. I thought to myself that I should probably look for another bathroom but I felt that I couldn't hold it much longer so I follwed her. As I walked into the restroom, the girl was already seated and peeing fiercely. I thought she would be done fast so out of the 3 stalls, I took the middle one as she was using the 1st and the 3 stall was not closing correctly. I quickly lowered my pink skinny jeans along with my white and blue stripped bikini panties and sat down. The girl was now finish peeing but she still had her white thong at her ankles (she had a white dress on) she then proceeded to poop. I was now super desperate but I knew it would smell alot and I was too embarrassed to go with her in there so I held it back in. The girl then moaned and started to wipe. Then her white thong was gone and quickly flushed and went to wash her hands. She then opened the door and left the room. As soon as she left and the door closed I pushed out a ton a mushy poop. I sat there for a good 5 minutes just pushing out loose turds as my stomach kept hurting. My jeans and white and blue panties were at my thighs but I lowered them to my ankles and pushed out more waste. I then felt better but stayed seated as the door opened.someone took the first stall and pulled her skirt and black panties to her ankles and quickly took a poop. She then wiped and quickly left. I Then wiped and quickly left as well as the smell was horrible.
reminded of old storyWhen reading another story on here it reminded me of old story of mine. I had not gone in a week. I was desperate to take a dump. Out of curiosity I got my camera. I hovered over the toilet while trying to film myself at the same time. I remember how hard it was to hold my shit back while trying to get the shot. When I thought I had it I let it out and a long poop easily came out with crackling sound. When I was done I looked it was about 7 inches long and 1 and a half inches wide. I watched the video and it was a very up close shot of me pooping. I was surprised I did not get poop on the camera!!! I remember trying to film again a few more time but kept missing the shot. I deleted the videos right after to not get caught.
ConstipatedHey Linda, glad you asked.
As a matter of fact, I have been pretty constipated lately. Haven't really had a normal poop in the past couple weeks. I only go every few days lately and it's always huge. I've been doing nothing but squatting to get my poop out, because sitting on the toilet normally hasn't been working lately--I'll just end up sitting there for several minutes straining and pushing with no luck.
The last poop I had was just like that. I decided to squat and kind of hold onto to the side of the bathtub. I did several big pushes and saw my anus open a little bit (I was watching from between my legs lol), but nothing was coming out. I could feel that there was a hard mass in there, but I couldn't force it out. So I stuck a finger in there and tried to stimulate something--it seemed to work because the next huge push I did (I was grunting loud enough that my brother asked if I was okay) and I was starting to sweat, but the hard dark brown lumpy turd began to emerge.
It took several more big pushes like that over the course of over half an hour to get it all out. It was mainly just one turd with several smaller harder pieces. My anus was sore and red after that and I couldn't believe how big those turds were--almost clogged the toilet trying to get them to go down. Pooping is definitely a workout for me sometimes lol
Friday, July 25, 2014
Poop accident while staying with Mum's friend LindaI was an only child and my mother brought me up on her own. Once when I was 9, my mum had to go into hospital for two weeks and I went to stay with my mum's friend Linda and her husband Chris. I called them Aunt and Uncle although I knew they weren't really. Mum gave them parental responsibility for me while I was there. They had a daughter Claire who was a year older than me.
The toilet was in the bathroom and the bathroom door had no lock. The toilet was in a secluded position behind the door and rules were that when doing a wee, there was no need to close the door, just push it partly closed. If the door was closed, that meant that someone was doing a poo and was not to be disturbed.
When I was standing doing a wee, Claire liked to come in and watch. In return, Claire used to let me watch when she sat on the toilet for a wee. As she always wore a skirt, I couldn't really see anything but I longed to see more. Linda knew what we were doing but she didn't seem to mind. After breakfast, Claire used to go and sit on the toilet for a long time with the door closed but she never let me go with her. There was a gap under the door and if I listened outside the door, I could hear every sound. I could hear Claire grunting and it usually took quite a long time before I heard a 'plop', so I guessed she was a bit constipated.
I was really missing Mum and I was worried about her being in hospital but Linda was very kind to me and she treated me like her own child. I was a bit shy about doing a poo when I was away from home and Mum must have told Linda that I was prone to constipation. Each night, Linda would tuck me up in bed and give me a big hug. Then she would whisper, "Did you sit on the toilet today?" Each night, I said that I didn't and after a few days, Linda said that that I needed some laxative medicine to make me go to the toilet. I said that last time Mum gave me some laxative medicine, it made me poo my pants.
Linda said that she had something that was gentle and works quickly and she uses it for herself and for Claire occasionally if they are constipated. The next morning after breakfast, Linda told me to go and sit on the toilet and try to do a poo. About 10 minutes later, she came into the bathroom and asked if I had been successful. I said that I hadn't. Linda went and got a pack of glycerin suppositories. I said that it was too big to swallow and she whispered, "You don't swallow it, it goes up your bottom." Linda explained that it would work within about half an hour. She asked whether I would like one and I said that I would. Claire came into the bathroom and asked if she could watch. I said she could. Linda asked me to lie on my left side on the bathroom floor with my knees bent.
Linda put on a pair of gloves and then she squeezed some lubricating jelly onto her gloved finger and spread it around my bum hole. She unwrapped a suppository and pushed it gently all the way in. She explained that she needed to hold it there for five minutes to let it melt and prevent it from slipping out again. She said that she could feel that I was constipated and full of hard poo but this would soften my poo and make it come out easily. It was the first time anyone had done this but it felt rather nice. After five minutes, Linda explained removed her finger and told me to lie on the floor until I had an urgent need to poo. She sat on the floor next to me and held my hand.
After about 10 minutes, I told her I needed to poo. She told me to try and hold it until I couldn't wait any longer. After another 10 minutes, I said that I couldn't wait any longer. Then she told me to sit on the toilet. I immediately went "Ploooooot" and a load of soft poo shot out effortlessly and noisily into the toilet. "There's a good boy!" she exclaimed.
I rather enjoyed the whole experience so after that, I deliberately held my poo and each time Linda asked me if I had sat on the toilet, I could truthfully say that I hadn't. After a few days, I said that I would like her to put another suppository up my bottom. Linda explained that they were only for occasional use and the first thing I must try was to eat more fruit and fibre. The next morning at breakfast, she gave me a bowl of bran cereal with prunes.
There were fruit trees in the garden and there was a lot of ripe fruit at that time in the summer. That morning, Linda told Claire and I to go out into the garden and pick plums from the tree. She said that we could eat a few but not too many otherwise they would make us run to the toilet. When we were in the garden, Claire told me that she needed something to help her to go to the toilet as she was having difficulty but if she told her mother, Linda would put a suppository up her bottom and she didn't like that. I said that I was having difficulty too. The plums were ripe and delicious and we both ate rather too many. There was also an apple tree but the apples were small, green and sour. Linda saw us climbing the apple tree and told us not to eat the apples as they weren't ripe yet and they would give us stomach ache and make us run to the toilet. We both ate some small green apples.
Then at lunch time, Linda had cooked a rhubarb crumble with rhubarb from the garden. I hadn't tried rhubarb before but I liked it and I asked for a second helping. Linda gave me some more but she said that I shouldn't eat too much rhubarb as it would make me run to the toilet.
After lunch, Linda told Claire and me to go to the toilet as we were going out soon. We both only did a wee. Claire's family lived near the coast and it was a fine summer day so we went to the seaside for the afternoon. Their favourite place was a beach with no road to it so we had to walk there and not many people went there.
Soon, all those plums, green apples and rhubarb started to have a predictable effect on our stomachs. I whispered to Linda that I had a stomach ache, I needed to sit on the toilet and I couldn't wait. She said that I had eaten too much fruit.
Linda said that there weren't any toilets nearby but they had a special place among the rocks further along the beach for toilet emergencies. She explained that if they need to do a poo, they go and dig a shallow hole in the wet sand, bury their poo then it all gets washed away when the tide comes in. I asked Linda for some toilet paper but she said that I didn't need any as I could wash my bum in a rock pool.
Linda told Claire to show me where to go so we went off among the rocks with our buckets and spades. Claire dug the hole and she told me to do my poo into the hole. I took my swimming trunks down, squatted over the hole and a load of nearly liquid poo came pouring out. Claire said that's what happens if you eat too much fruit, especially green apples and rhubarb. Then I sat in a rock pool and washed my bum with sea water. Then it was Claire's turn. She took her one piece swimsuit right off and squatted over the hole while I sat behind her and watched her doing a very soft poo that slipped out effortlessly. Then Claire washed her bum in a rock pool and put her swimsuit back on.
On the way home in the car, Claire and I were sitting in the back and I had a stomach ache and an urgent need to poo but I tried to hold it until we got home. Claire noticed that I looked uncomfortable and whispered to me to ask if I was OK. "I need to poo and I can't wait!" I whispered to her. Claire said that we could stop the car and do it by the road side. "It's too late!" I whispered, "It's coming out in my pants!" At that moment, Linda noticed a smell and asked who needed the toilet. Linda stopped the car in a lay-by, picked up a toilet roll and led me by the hand behind the hedge. Claire said that she needed the toilet too so she came with us. Linda took my shorts and pants down and told me to squat down and do the rest of my poo onto the ground. When I had finished, she took my pooed pants right off but I was too messy at the back to clean myself properly so Linda cleaned me up with toilet paper. I rather enjoyed that. Then Linda went back to the car and brought a clean pair of Claire's panties for me to put on. She unrolled a lot of toilet roll and made a pad in the seat of the panties for me to sit on in case of any more mishaps.
We got back to the house and I spent half the evening on the toilet. As there wasn't a door lock, Claire came in and we chatted. Seeing Claire doing her poo on the beach that really got me interested in watching girls going to the toilet, especially if it's a poo. I also enjoyed it when Linda took me to the toilet behind a hedge and wiped my bum afterwards.
Replies and Stool SoftnersHi
First a couple of replies,
30 something Male and Brandon and everyone else too
Tried the stool softeners for a week now and yes they have made a slight change.
For the first couple of days it wasnt any difference but after that when I went for my routine morning poo I went in the toilet lifted my short pink summer dress and lowered my pink bikini style knickers and sat down. I didnt feel any urge to poo so started straining, peed some strong pee and kept straining. I felt my piles and bum bulge and swell but as I kept straining I could feel something coming. A couple more really hard pushes and a log started to emerge, I kept pushing and it kept coming, it was firm but in one piece and apart from the first bit it wasnt as knobbly. It felt quite fat and stretched my bum as it continued to come out it felt like about a foot long before it dropped, it was already in the water before it dropped. I wiped which was messier than I was used to, in that I mean more poo on the paper and took several wipes to get all the poo off and then a wad in between my cheeks for the blood.In total this poo took about 25 minutes. I pulled my knickers up and went to to the salon. The next day was a similar situation although the log was only like 4 inches when I checked it so I sat down again and strained really hard for about 10 minutes more to try to do more producing some liquid poo. Next day It was about the same as the previous day 1 firm solid piece which took about 20 minutes in total from sitting down to dropping in the water,but as I wasnt at the salon I decided to stay on the toilet untill I did more, I sat there straining for about another hour and produced 2 more logs, 1 about 4 inches and another a bit shorter and some really yuckky liquidy mush.
The next day when I went I couldnt get anything out I strained and strained for about 40 minutes then had to leave to get to the salon. I ate a snack bar at around 11 in the morning and this seemed to triger an undesirable reaction resulting in me having to exit quickly to the toilet. My piles were still swollen from earlier in the morning, I lowered my knickers and sat and strained and a couple of soft yuccy bits dropped, I still had that poo feeling so I held my bum open and strained really hard and dropped a small thin log. I wiped, pulled up my knickers and went back into the salon. I ended up having to go again later and again it was a small log.
Any way Ive decided that when this packet if finished, the last dose will be this Saturday evening I will stop taking them and see what happens. Ive got 1 more packet which I thought I would save untill things get really bad again. I dont want to become reliant on them. I also got some cream from the GP for my piles, I am supposed to put it on before I go for a poo if they are really sore and after every poo, but its got a really distinct smell to it and I thought people might notice. Well I was working with this other girl in the salon and when we went to lunch one day she said Ive got some of that cream for my bum too, it got a particular smell. I replied I didnt think it was that noticible to which she said yea dont worry about it me and the blonde girl are using it at the moment, are you both constipated, no she said Im definatly not as I use laxitives every day but Beth is all the time.
Anyway I will try to elaborate on that at a later date.
No I was never told to grunt, I suppose I made noises whilst straining from the action of straining. I was often told to strain harder though and like you I had to do something before I was allowed to get off the toilet. When I was younger and my Grandma was still alive we used to go to her house for Sunday dinner most weeks. Anyway we would have a huge roast lunch about 1 pm. Then after lunch we had to sit still, perhaps watch TV or read. Then she would take me and my elder sister to the bathroom, undo jeans /shorts or lift skirt and take knickers down and my sister had to sit on the toilet and me on a potty chair thing untill we did a poo. We would often protest that we had done one at home that morning but she would insist. On this particular time my sister did this log that splashed into the water but when she looked it had gone, I suppose it must have gone into the pipe without staying in the water, anyway when our gran came in she looked and told my sister she was lying about having done a poo and made her stay there untill she did another poo.My gran put this like mesh thing in the toilet bowl so whatever my sister did it wouldnt dissapear. She was there all afternoon and about 10 minutes before we were leaving she had managed to do another poo which stayed in the mesh thing till my gran saw it.
Test drive desperationI passed my driving test on monday so took friday off to look for a car. I found a nice looking Nissan Micra on the internet and when I got to the house where the car was being kept I met the seller by the car. I hadn't pood since sunday so I was dying to go but I didn't feel comfortable asking to use his toilet and tried to ignore it while I looked around the car. On the test drive I started to get quite desperate and couldn't help farting a few times. I was so embarrassed and opened the windows to get rid of the smell. I said I was sorry and explained I needed the toilet a bit, but it was more than just a bit! At the end of the test drive a was happy with the way the car drove and the condition was great so I decided I wanted to buy it. I told him I liked the car but I had to poo so badly I thought I was going to poo in my knickers and asked him if I could use his toilet. He looked awkward and told me he didn't live at the house and it was parked there because of parking problems where he lived. I though it a bit odd as there was an empty driveway and when I asked for the cars documents he said the logbook was missing and I'd need to get a replacement which rang an alarm bell in my head. I thought he was dodgy and decided it best not to buy the car and told him I'd let him know. I had a much bigger problem than the car right now. It a very big need to have a bowel movemet. I was struggling to hold it and the pressure was quickly getting worse. I had to go to a nearby pub and use their toilet and just about made it in time. I rushed in to find all three cubicles vacant and took the one at the far end as there was an open window that would help to get rid of the smell. I sat down and without pushing my poo came out fast. It was soft and very long and what a relief it was. Man it felt good. The wiping was bad but a least there was plenty of toilet roll which is unusuall for a pub. When I flushed it left some big skid marks behind and one very relieved me.
Latest newsHi everyone, Abbie here again with a new story from when I went to visit my cousin Amy, I went up there on Sunday morning and got back home just before lunchtime on Wednesday.
On Tuesday Amy and I went out shopping and had lunch at Pizza Hut, I really pigged out and as we were walking back to Amy's house I started to need a poo urgently, I hadn't been since Friday and knew I was a bit constipated as I had tried to go the previous evening without success. "Amy, I'm desperate for the loo, I don't think I can make it home," I said as we were walking along.
"Don't worry, theres a park along here, you can use the loo there," Amy said. "Actually I'm getting quite desperate for a wee myself!"
"Well I need both so I may be a while" I said as we turned into the park and walked towards the toilets. There must have been a school near the park as there were loads of school kids walking through, two girls who were in school uniform and looked about 14 or 15 went into the toilets just in front of us, I heard one of the girls whispering that she was bursting for a poo so at least I knew I wouldn't be alone. When we got inside we had a shock- there were four cubicles but none of them had doors!! I was too desperate to wait and it looked like the other girls were too so we all went into a cubicle- I took the far one and Amy the one next to me, the girl who'd said she wanted a poo went opposite me and her friend was opposite Amy. I could see the other girl blushing red as she hitched up her school skirt and pulled down her pink and blue flowery knickers, I unzipped my shorts and lowered them together with my purple and yellow stripey knickers and sat down. I could hear the other girl starting to have a wee and after a few seconds she farted loudly. By now I was weeing too and so was Amy and the girl opposite her, someone else farted as well. My wee stream died away and I stayed sitting, I noticed a look of relief on the other girl's face as she realised she wasn't the only one who was having a poo! I heard Amy wiping and then she flushed, she said "I'll wait for you outside Abbie" and I said "Yeah, I'll be out in a bit." I started to bear down quietly, I was trying not to look at the other girl but realised she was doing the same. I could feel a hard knobbly log making its way out slowly, I was doing my best not to grunt which was easier said than done as I was having to push quite hard! Opposite me the girl seemed to be having a bit of a hard time as well, I heard her making some grunts and then after a couple of minutes there were two loud plops, then a pause, and then a final plop, and she blushed even redder than before. I did a big push and couldn't help grunting but that did the trick, I felt the poo drop and I made a loud plop of my own as it hit the water. Opposite me the girl farted again and then made two more plops, which I matched a few seconds later after she had started to wipe her bum. I took some paper and started to wipe as well, and we were finished and pulling up our pants at more or less the same time. As the other girl smoothed her skirt down over her bum, she smiled weakly at me, and I smiled back. We washed our hands and went outside, where Amy and the girls friend (called Millie) had started up a conversation!! The girl who'd used the loo opposite me said her name was Sophie, she said she'd been wanting a poo all afternoon and had thought she could make it home in time. She said she only went for a poo at school in a desperate emergency as the school loos were so gross, and Amy and I sympathised with her.
Later that evening we ate tea and went up to Amy's room. It was really hot so I said "I'm going to have to get undressed, its too hot to wear anything more than underwear," and Amy said "Good idea, I'm boiling!" I took off my top and then undid my shorts and took them off, I could feel my pants were wedged up my bum badly and as I pulled them out Amy giggled and said "Nice wedgie Abs!", I poked my tongue out at her as I sat back on the bed wearing just my bra and pants. Amy unzipped her shorts and tugged them down, as she did so her yellow pants came down too and it was my turn to giggle as I saw her bum. She quickly pulled them back up and I said "I know its hot but theres no need to show off your bum!" Amy grinned and dropped her pants again on purpose, we collapsed into fits of giggles and I started to pull my pants down and show my bum as well!! I noticed that I had skidmarks in my pants, hardly a surprise given that I'd had a wedgie, so I said "I need to change these pants, they're dirty." Just then Amy said "I need the loo," and went into her ensuite, she pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet. As I heard her starting to wee I rummaged through my bag and found a clean pair of white knickers, I took my dirty ones off and put the clean ones on, they were massive granny pants which I was a bit embarrassed about wearing in front of Amy but I guess it was better than ones that were too small and left my bum showing. I went into the bathroom and sat on the floor, by now Amy had finished her wee, she stayed sitting so I realised it was her turn for a poo. I saw her starting to bear down and hoped she wouldn't have to strain too much to get her poo to come, luckily after a few hard pushes and some grunts she made a couple of plops and then she was done. She wiped her bottom, pulled up her pants and then flushed and washed her hands. We both went back into the bedroom, took off our bras and went to bed. Hope you enjoyed this story, will try to post again soon, bye for now!!
Why do I not see more shitting desperation?One of the more stressful aspects of my life is my predicable bowel habits. I am surprised that this is not a problem among the general public. It is a problem that prevents me from ever car pooling.
Unfortunately, within five to 90 minutes after breakfast or lunch, it is a virtual guarantee that I will need to take a shit
Even though I shit soon after awakening, it does not matter. I am still nearly certain to take a 2nd or 3rd shit after breakfast and lunch.
The reason i am surprised this is not a common problem is because there are so many venues with dozens, or even hundreds of men, but only a single stall,and most men take at least 10 minutes to shit.
If the venue serves food and drink, isn't it likely that three or more men would have to shit at the same time?
Is it not also likely that the waiting time would be 30 or more minutes, and the men would not be able to hold it?
Isn't it also likely that the urge to shit could easily arrive while in the car, and one could not hold it before stopping?
I therefore find it surprising that more pants, vehicles, streets, bushes, or parking lots are not full of shit.
I remember years ago when on a tour bus through Ireland, the party of 50 people would all have large breakfasts, then immediately get on the bus for a two to three hour ride with no restrooms.
Yet no one had to shit on the bus. How is this possible? Can most people hold their shit in for a couple hours? I can barely hold mine in for five minutes.
The other night I went to take a crap after a baseball game with an attendance of about 40,000. All the restrooms have only about two or three stalls, and there are only about 10 restrooms throughout the ball park, and half were being cleaned.
Yet I saw no one else going to take a shit after the game.
I can't believe that thousands of people, many stuffing themselves with food and drink, were about to sit in their cars and wait in the parking lot, without trying to take a shit first to avoid a possible accident, or an urgent need to shit in the parking lot.
What is the explanation? Can most folks just hold it? Do most folks just crap once a day, so they never worry about an untimely shit?
My inquiring mind wants to know why there are not more accidents or shitting outdoors.
Brokein toiletI'm back for another story well my toilet was stopped up badly so I called a plumber he said hey would be a couple of days well that was a lot of help and my two best friends from collage is coming in well they arrive he had a BBQ and beer and etc so we all had use bathroom but I told them it was not working I told to grab some toilet paper and get in the truck I know we're a private area is at we got there and ever one got behind a bush and took a huge dump
Desperate pooI was in a public toilet earlier when a kid about 10 years old burst in and ran for a cubicle. He ran into one cubicle and then ran out with his trousers and pants down into the adjacent one, picked up a toilet roll and ran back to the first - by this point he had a poo sticking out his backside - he sat down and a very loud PLOP, followed shortly by another PLOP, then a long series of runny plops and explosions followed.
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