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nowstill this. Don't be these people For the small number of people who cause all the trouble around here. They claim to have read the FAQ, but their posts and conduct say otherwise. Here are the moral lessons spelled out in detail.
We're putting this link back up here. It is evident it needs a permanent spot here, not that those who fail/refuse to read the FAQ will look at it. As well, those who don't understand/beleive it is talkiing about them, will undoutedly remain obvlious of why their actions are wrong.
The sordid detailes of this practice are contained above. They do not bear repeating.
Claudia from Germany
To AnnaHi Anna,
I really liked your story about backcountry camping and pooping. However, do you really think that covering your pile with dirt is a good idea? It is so easy to step into your mess because you can't see it... Wouldn't it be better to leave your pile and the t.p. uncovered so everybody going behind these bushes could see it and avoid it? Imagine Danielle going behind these bushes and stepping into your poop... By the way, did Danielle have to go, too?
I hope you will go camping again soon!
Busted!Here's an interesting story from a little while back. At one time I had this co-worker, Amie, who went out of her way to talk about how disgusting it was to poop at work. She'd go on and on about how pooping was something meant to be done at home and how you needed to take care of that while you were there. If she got up to go to the bathroom, she would come back and talk about how someone was pooping next to her. "Eww, it was so gross, I could hear her pooping next to me!". My and my other coworkers usual response was usually "And? It IS a bathroom!"
Amie wanted nothing to do with this and said over and over how she pooped only at home. I once asked, so if she came to work and realized she had to poop as she was walking in, of she would hold it the entire day. She claimed that yes she would, which I found absurd, but whatever....These conversations happened quite often and we came to just laugh at them and roll our eyes. One day however, things got interesting!
In need of a place to poop, I myself headed down the hall to find the nearest restroom. The communal one was unfortunately occupied, so I proceeded further along to some of the available individual unisex bathrooms. As they were singles, I personally didn't feel the need to knock, and simply turned the handle to open the door. As the door swung open I heard a gasp, and who's eyes did I meet but Amie's! She was in full hover mode over the toilet, with a giant fat log dangling from her butt. Someone forgot to lock the door! I had to stifle my laughter as her face immediately turned the darkest shade of red you've ever seen. As I blurted out "oops, I'm sorry!", her log broke off and landed with a tremendous splash due to her high hover over the toilet.
This all happened very quickly. Amie said to me in a pleading tone "please guard the door!" No problem I said as some more soft poop was already snaking it's way out of her butt with a rather loud crackle. I exited and pulled the door shut, and waited several minutes for her to finish. I didn't have to ward anyone else off, and eventually Amie emerged, slightly less red in the face. "Thank you. So sorry I didn't lock the door and you had to see that" she whispered as she lowered her head and hurried off. In this instance, I didn't think "No worries, I didn't mind at all!" would be the best response so I just let her go.
I didn't bring up the instance any further, but I think it may have struck a cord. A few weeks later another fellow coworker came up to me and said "you'll never guess who I just pooped next to! Amie! I recognized her shoes when she entered the stall, and a moment or two later I heard a fart and some big plops. I saw her at the sink when we exited and we made some pleasant small talk". I guess maybe an open pooper like myself seeing her in action inspired Amie to free herself. Either that or she was sneaking poops all along and was for whatever reason all uptight about anyone knowing it!
Post Title (optional)Beccs ChoicesHey Becc, I would like to hear 2,3 and 4
I got grounded for my accident the other dayIf you read my last post you know I had an accident on the way home from shopping for clothes. My mom was really hard on me but my dad made her stop nagging and I thought it was over.
So last night I didn't really have any plans but I wanted to go bowling tonight with two buddies. But my mom said I couldn't have the car and I was staying home. When I asked why she said that I lied to her the other day when I said I didn't have to poop. She's still mad at me for stinking out the car and (according to her) the house.
I tried to argue and even talk to my dad but he sided with her. She said that by lying, I pooped my pants on purpose but its not true. I feel awful because she's ashamed of me for having a poop accident. I don't have to stay in my room but I can't go out.
comments & stuffTo: Becc great set of stories it sounds like and your sisters and mom had some great poops I look forward to reading more of them thanks.
To: ToiletCar great conclusion to your story it sounds like she had a really good poop.
To: Elphaba great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
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A Survey and Hello'sBrandon T: Thank you! I'm having fun on this site. I'm sure my mother was VERY RELIEVED after that one.
We had a conversation about that time she went to the bathroom. I told her I thought that's why I was so fascinated about pooping. She told me that she had been constipated and was worried that she might have to take a laxative. But she was nursing and did not want to pass that along to the twins in her milk. So she drank prune juice!
Swaggermuffinz: Good questions and I liked your responses. Here are mine:
Longest turd you've ever had? Mine are thick, so they are not usually too long, maybe 10-15 inches with 12" being average. However, I am not lying when I say that I did one that must have been 36 inches had it stayed together. It was softer and therefore thinner than usual, maybe 1 inch thick. But it kept coming!!! I was in college, my junior year, and it was before a basketball game. I showed my teammates, who started squealing at it, and then we all got in trouble by a graduate assistant.
longest you've ever been in the loo, or on the toilet? One time I was super sick with diarrhea and had to camp out on the toilet for about an hour before I felt relieved enough to get up. It happened one year when I was home for Christmas holidays. Most of the time, normal poops are over with in 5-10 minutes and diarrhea, I usually go, get up and then go right back.
shortest you've time you've ever laid a turd in? There have been times that the pressure to go is so great that it happens in seconds. That feels really good.
thickest turd you've ever laid? 3" after missing a day or two (I don't remember specifically). I think I was 13. A lot of soft stool followed.
most/longest you've ever peed? I can hold a lot of pee. Maybe 20 seconds?
most luxurious toilet you've ever used? I don't know. We have nice bathrooms at home, but I've never used a memorable one away from home
Worst toilet you've used(beside squating)? Gas station in the middle of nowhere in New Mexico, off of I-40, when our family went out west. It was just to pee though.
And longest you've lever gone without pooping and peeing? Peeing, maybe 6 hours, and I wasn't that uncomfortable. Pooping, maybe 2-3 days.
Working on a flat roof
I was working on a flat roof of a shop in the center of town, and had parked the van in the lane behind it. When I needed to get something from the van I ran down the internal fire escape stairs at the back of the shop, I was getting faster and faster as I went down them, so I came crashing out of the fire exit doors into the lane by my van.
Only to find a female with her knickers and trousers down, sitting in her puddle of piss, she was not very happy and shouting at me for knocking her down. I said she should not have been pissing there in the door way.
She was well pissed with me as she pulled her wet things back up and waddled off. ( I nearly pissed my self laughing at her as she went.)
HoneyI followed a mom and her daughter, who was 5 or 6, into a two-stall bathroom at an Interstate rest area. Actually, there were two other stalls but there was a large bag over each of the doors saying it was out of the order. Before letting the girl (Honey is what she was called) go into the stall mom asked if she was going to wee or poo. The girl said wee. Mom then told Honey to sit back farther on the seat so she didn't have the problems that she had had the last time. So the mom stands outside the stall while Honey goes in. Her shorts drop and I see her feet off the floor so she's on the toilet. Her mom then takes the toilet immediately in front of me. I heard her pull her underwear down, hike her dress up and there was a little noise when her butt hit the seat. The mom started to tinkle and told Honey to sit a couple of minutes after she was done just to make sure. Mom did a long tinkle. Honey's feet hit the floor after abut 30 seconds and mom ordered her back on the toilet. Honey started to say something like "But mom....." and mom told her there was to be no back talk. Finally Honey got down a second time, unlatched the door and just as I was about to take over for her, mom called her back in for a "You remember what you forgot to do?" question. So Honey walked in front of me, pulled off some toilet paper from the roll, and wiped the seat off. "Especially, do the front," mom said. Then Honey through the paper in the water and went to the sink. While the mom was finishing with her activity and I was starting to drop my crap, I complimented the mom on what she was teaching Honey. She said thinking of the next user is something important she's trying to teach each of her kids. I couldn't agree more.
Toilet carGlad to see your back!
What happened to your old car? Did it die or did you sell it on?
Can you share the other stories you have about your co-worker?
Will you be allowing more car toileting as it's now broke in?
Pee All Day 2Before we left for the restaurant, Margaret had more things to tell me. She carries a female urinal with her just in case she has to go with no toilet available. Unlike a a man, who can stick his penis inside his urinal, the female version with its flared wings, has to be pushed between a woman's legs, up against her vagina, and hope it leak. Hers had rubber rims to help. Also, she puts a pad on the passenger seat of cars she rides in. Oh,oh. Shes going to pee in my car. Well, out we went. She put her pad on her seat. Them she lifted the back of her skirt, got in, bare-assed on the pad, so any leakage from her urinal would go on the pad. I sure hoped we got to restaurant before she needed to pee again. Despite all these precautions, I appreciated her protection of my car.
On the road, the traffic was heavy and the going was slow. My guess was right. "Harry" she said, "I have to pee again. Sorry, but I'll be careful". She scooted forward, spread her legs, pushed her urinal hard against her vagina, and squeezed her legs against it."Here it comes, Harry", she said. And out it came, with a woosh, for about 45 seconds. When she was done, she realized she had forgotten something to wipe her vagina with, so she used the pad, which already had a few dribbles on it. Great foresight.
We got to the restaurant and sat on the waiting bench for our table. We finally got our table, scanned our menus, and placed our orders. We talked a while and then came the inevitable..Margaret had to pee again. At least now there was a toilet. She headed for the ladies room. Shortly, there were some voices about a woman in the mens room. I went to see about it, as if I didn't know. The ladies room was crowded, she couldn't wait, and went into the mens. There were only a few guys and Margaret was in a stall with a partially closed door I explained to the guys and they accepted it.
We finished our dinner, and both of us peered,, different bathrooms this time. We got home, Margaret peed again with me in the bathroom. We talked a little and I left. We met several times more for a few weeks. Then we broke up and I moved on.
Sunday, May 28, 2017
What comes in wil come outHappy weekend, I'm so happy to post again. Been so busy, but I have a story. After work I had to go grocery store for today family picnic, so while I'm driving to the store I feel the urge, so I pull up to BP gas station, go in to back where the bathrooms are, I get inside latch the door, hurry pulls down my jeans and thong before getting to the toilet and speed walk to the toilet and hurry sits down. I let some heavy farts and soon after I was blowing out chunks of wet poop, I knew I be awhile so I start playing with my phone, after 10 minutes of playing with game, I was about 5 more minutes still going, . Than I was finally done, I got up looked in the bowl just brown water it smelled awful, but I'm on a new diet green leaf and fruit only. So I flush and took off my jeans and thong over the toilet railing and slipped my flip flops back on, took tons of paper towels and cleaned at the sink. My alarm went off I knew I had 30 minutes to get at the store. So I hurried up enough to get cleaned thankfully everything went down. I got redress as I was coming out and a young man walked past me and smiled and I smile back and got to the store before 30 minutes was up. I was in check out line seeing teenagers boyfriend and girlfriend putting each other back pocket. And the girl telling her guy all went on in the bathroom and about her girls too. The guy tell her shhh it's a older lady behind us, I said child please, I just turned 24, they got there stuff and I got my things on my way out I seen the girl was waiting for him outside of bathroom. She apologized for him and I said it's cool and went on. I get home and make dinner and preparing lunches for the family picnic today. That's all right now have a happy weekend.
Camping in thw wilds!Just back from some primitive camping! So many years since I used the river to wash in and the woods to poop in!
The twins and i at the parkIt was Summer & about 120 . I was 9 yr's old in shorts & tank top shirt helping my single mom clean house with air condition . Mom fixed late lunch/din . I pigged out on soda,chips, hotdogs & hamburgers .Early evening Cindy & Sandy identical twins of 11 yr's 3 houses down from mine . Quite good looking in short skirts came by . They didn't eat much, yet consumed lots of lemon aid while helping there single dad clean there non air condition home. The temp. dropped down to about 80 by then .Asked if I'd like to go to the park a mile & a half away. Mom knowing the twins quite well said ok don't be to late. As we neared the park we all ran despertly to the 1 & only unisex restroom in the park that had only 1 no walls on side toilet & 1 sink. I holding tight not to shit i my pants , the twins had hand fists jammed up under there short skirts to help from peeing all over themselves. We quickly locked the outside door while pull there panties , my shorts down . I sat legs apart on the toilet Cindy sat backwards on my legs head bowed slightly down looking face to face to me & Sandy up over the sink . We all could see each other. Cindy & Sandy could see my shit drop while I could see Sandy's releasing her heavy golden gusher of pee into sink below her. We all had to go so bad that it lasted awhile. All 3 of us sieing with such great relief. Luckly as we left the restroom there was no one around to see us.
To RobinHi Robin. When poop has a strong, pungent smell that you describe it could be too much sugar in her diet. If she does not complain of a stomach ache prior to pooping, if she is regular (whatever that is for her) and if pooping is a relieving and relaxing experience, rather than a painful chore, then she is OK.
With nine in our home, we invested in air freshener, candles, plungers and other means of controlling the odor, so our whole house would not reek of poop!
Also, please do not do anything that would make her self-conscious about pooping. Don't gag at the smell. Don't comment. Encourage good hygiene!
This is awkward. I was having study time with my tutor, before that, I had a stomachache from drinking coffee after breakfast, I was in such a rush I didn't had the time to poop when it gave me a signal. But that awkward moment, in the middle of studying, my tutor stood up to clutch his stomach. He too had a stomachache and needed to be excuse. When he went to the toilet there i was rubbing my stomach.
There's Something about MaryHi. As I shared before, my family has our own unique "This is Us" story. I'm one of six sisters, who all happen to be tall and plus-size. Basically, we're three sets of twins, almost. Let me explain, because this will let you know why we are open with our bathroom habits.
First, Mary and I are eleven months apart. Because she was born in October of 1995 and I September of 1995, we were able to start school the same year, as October 1 is the cutoff date for school. Then Hannah and Sarah were both born in April 1998. Though they have been raised as twins, they are not. Hannah is biologically our cousin. In fact, she is our Aunt Kate's daughter. Aunt Kate was drugged on a date while in college. When she found out she was pregnant, she came to my parents asking if they would adopt the child. It's really a beautiful story. When Hannah was 13, we learned the story that Hannah and Sarah really were not fraternal twins, but cousins. Mary and I were young enough that we did not know or realize that Hannah was Aunt Kate's daughter. Then, Rachel and Leah are identical twins.
But that gets me to how we grew up. We all stuck close to our "twin" even though we really loved each other. And, we shared rooms that way. Mary and me, Hannah and Sarah, and then Rachel and Leah. Mary and I had our own bathroom in our room, with double sinks, a shower and a toilet. The others had a bathroom in between their rooms. So all four had to share a bathroom.
Mary is super elegant, and may come off as too proper. But she is the most compassionate person that I know. She is elegant, lady-like, and loves life. She has beautiful blue eyes, brown hair and creamy skin that's perfect. She won our school's homecoming queen.
Oops, I need to shorten this. Mary, I think, has mild IBS. She keeps her emotions bottled up. Often she would have to poop without warning. She would come in the bathroom gracefully while I'm getting ready or whatever and often say, "Becc, I need to use the bathroom. Do you mind?" I always said yes. She would elegantly lift her skirt, dress or drop her pants as if she had all the time in the world. She would take her seat and look like a goddess on the toilet. Right as she gets seated, she would explode with loud, chunky poops. I mean, it was almost humorous how graceful she was as she sat, wiped, and removed herself from the toilet, but what she did while she was on it could be explosive!
I still find that funny!
comments & stuffTo: Anna great story about your buddy dump outside it sounds like you both had really good poops.
To: Chris it sounds like she had a good poop.
To: Becc first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like your mom took a major poop and sounds like she felt amazing afterwards and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Gillian great story it sounds like you really had to poop and also made some new friends as well.
To: Abbie great story.
Well that's all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
I was at work and went for a walk during my meal break at about 8:00 pm. As I was up on a terrace looking down onto the main yard, I saw a female walking up towards the road, she was looking around, when she stepped off the footpath and in-between two telephone boxes, quickly looking around (but not up) she dropped her jeans and squatted and had a pee, stood back up, and walked off.
As it was so quick I did not get much of a look.
Helping Great GrandmaRecently my college had its graduation. As a graduate student and assistant coach I one of the representatives of my department at the ceremony. Our college is large and the commencement is held at our city's auditorium. Each year we come pretty close to filling the place up so we're urged to get there at least an hour early. Adam, my boyfriend, was up Saturday morning and on our apartment's toilet when I told him I was leaving. So when I finally got downtown and parked, I had to both pee and crap. I knew it wouldn't wait until after the ceremony.
My first stop inside the building was one of the huge restrooms. They are so big they have a door on one side and another door on the far side. Since I'm just under 6'6" tall I do attract some notice when I walk into a room of about 25 toilets, each in use, and students and members of the public eagerly awaiting the next door to open. I figured many craps were being taken because there was very little flushing and almost no doors were opening. So I just turned to my right, waiting for a stall to open. Something seemed different about the closest door. There were sweats down at shoe level and above them there were a couple of really skinny legs and a lot of really noticeable swollen blood vessels. The feet were not moving and I could see over the doorway but without seeing the person. I concluded that she was probably pretty short. Finally the door slowly opened and I could see a little old lady who looked to be in her 80s sitting there with a smile on her face and beckoning me to come over.
I reluctantly did. As she sat and smiled she told me her knees were shot. She normally would use the toilet paper holder to get up off the stool, but she couldn't this time she couldn't put any weight on it because it was very loose on the wall. She asked me to come in and by putting my hands under her arms, pull her up off the stool. She also complained that the seat was way too low, making it harder for her to get off it. As I pulled her up she cooperated and almost started to cry when had made sure she had good footing. She said she was 88 and a great grandmother. She had a grandson getting his degree. She asked me to pull some paper off for her and she wiped with it. As I reached back to flush for her, I noticed the bowl was half full with her soft crap.
I took her by the arm and started to walk her through the crowd to the nearby wash basins. But I noticed she had lots of energy and easily could do it on her own. So I said goodbye and rushed back to the toilet, just as another girl who looked very young was attempting to squeeze in. I politely told her "no way" and I quickly turned around and latched the door. My butt was on the warmed seat within seconds. I let go of my two-day crap and also peed. Because of my height, I could see over the side panels and view the others using the toilets. The woman to my right had lifted the seat and when I saw her spread her legs wider, I could tell she was hovering. A series of plops into the bowl confirmed that she was crapping. The girl on my left was messing with her phone and dropped it twice. Then I wiped thoroughly from my seat. I then stood and for a moment was thankful for how well my knees worked. I pulled up my jeans and thong and went out and washed my hands. Climbing all the stairs to the top-tier of seating came easily for me. And I was thankful as I sat down next to our department head.
Mother's Famous ChiliHi! It's Becc again. Here's a short story from this tall woman.
One morning I was sitting in English Lit class - my senior year in high school - and did not feel good at my stomach. It was January, when my mother usually makes good warm dishes like chili, homemade vegetable soup and stew. The night before was chili night. I was bored and could not concentrate. The cramping and bloating grew intense. My stomach was making all kinds of noises and several of the guys next to me began snickering! Becc, why did you eat FOUR BOWLS of chili??? You knew you would pay for it. I had before and I was about to again. I am not shy, so I just blurted out, "Mrs. ?????, I need to go the bathroom like right now!" She sort of looked agitated but replied, "OK, Becc, get a pass and I'll sign it." My all the contents of my stomach went south when I stood up. I kept my poise. I learned this from my sister. When she has to poop she is so graceful, getting on the toilet no matter how urgently she has to go (will share more about that later).
So, I get to girls bathroom, which was a decent bathroom for a high school - clean, smelled like cleaner, but not fancy. As I walk in three cheerleaders are primping at the mirror. I knew them. They were juniors and I was a senior. There they were looking all adorable and there I was, in my favorite college hoodie, blue jeans and tennis shoes. They knew my reputation as a tomboy, and somewhat obnoxious.
"Hi Becc!" they said and smiled. I responded, "Hi. Girls, you might want to clear out. My mother made her famous spicy chili last night and I had four bowls!"
"Becc, you're so crazy!" one said, giggling. Another said, "We're almost finished, but we might stay for the show!"
I smiled, "It's your funeral." Right then, my stomach cramped and the pressure in my rectum and bowels intensified and didn't let up. "Oh shit!" I said as I grabbed my behind. I proceeded to a stall and pulled the door to and it did not latch. I had zero time. I yanked my pants down and plopped my big butt on the commode, and had major explosive diarrhea.
The girls began giggling, "OMG, Becc!" one said. Another, "You crap like a gorilla!"
"Shut up!" I said. I was not embarrassed and actually enjoying this exchange. I farted and more chunky diarrhea followed.
The door to my stall was open and I took a chance, "If you are going to enjoy this show, could you at least stand in front of my stall. It'll be a minute before I can stand up to latch the stall." So they did. I farted again and released another load of diarrhea. The bathroom smelled horrible. I felt like I could get up, so I latched the stall and told them thanks. "Becc, I've never seen a girl crap like you and not be ashamed."
"Ha Ha Ha...you are too funny," I said sarcastically.
I had to have diarrhea two more times that day at school. I told my mother that afternoon about my illness, and she said that she would make the chili on the weekend and that perhaps I didn't need to eat as much at one time.
Statement and Pee All Day 1After my first wife died from cancer and family grieving was over, I started dating off and on. It took 10 years to find and marry my current wife, Hariette. In all that time , I had many girlfriends lasting 2 days to 6 months. We did not have on-line dating in those days. We did have matchmaker columns in the newspapers and I used them to find women. Here's one storie.
A women answered my ad in one newspaper. We talked on the phone for a while and decided to go out to a country restaurant that we both liked. She described herself as heavy, but that didn't bother me. I'm slim. I drove to her house to pick her up. I rang the bell and she let me in. She was more heavy than I thought and was wearing a knee length skirt. We talked for a while and she said she had to tell me something. Because of her weight, she was taking diuretic pills. This caused her to pee very frequently to get rid of excess water that she carried. She needed to pee before we left and asked me to come in the bathroom with her to show me something that I needed to see. In the bathroom, she certainly did she me something. She lifted her skirt and showed me her pussy..and no panties. She explained that she often needed to go pretty quickly and didn't want to waste time getting her panties down. Then she wanted to show me how much she pees when she has to make it. She sat down on the toilet, spread her legs appart, and let it rip. It sure did. A torrent flowed out of her pee hole, mostly straight done, some hissing and going sideways. I don't know how long she urinated. It was too long to measure. She stopped and started several times. She finally stopped, wiped her hairy vagina, stood up, dropped her skirt, and flushed. I needed to pee too, so I did while she watched. All this the first time we met. (To be continued, when we leave the house),
Which Story Do You Want Me to Tell?1. The time all nine of us got diarrhea at the same time while on vacation because of food poisoning
2. The time my perfect sister Mary totally crapped herself
3. The time I crapped myself
4. The time my mom took an incredibly large dump in her pants when we were all little because she could not get us all in the house in time to make it to the toilet
5. The time I got diarrhea when playing in the state basketball playoffs - during the game!
6. Or, ask me anything! I want to talk about POOP!!!
Embarrassing Moment YesterdayLast night I was out shopping with my parents for an outfit to wear at my high school graduation ceremony. While we were at JC Penny I started feeling gas pains but I hate pooping out in public so I decided to hold it. When we were checking out at the register my mom saw me holding my stomach and asked me if I needed to go to the bathroom. I told her it felt like a fart and she said then just wait outside, so I did.
When we were heading home my folks decided that we would go to Dairy Queen for something to eat. I was in agony in the back seat but decided not to try to get out of the car and run inside to poop. While we were still in the drive thru I realized that I wasn't going to make it home but I was holding out hope that maybe I could pull off a miracle.
When we got on the interstate everything seemed like it was going to be okay. The pressure in my stomach and my butt started to go away, but then we took our exit and it came back with a vengeance. There was no way I was making it all the way home, and even if I told my dad to pull over it was too late. I was about to poop my pants.
So I told my parents what was wrong and my mom turned in her seat and watched while I filled my underwear with hot poop. It came out with so much force and I farted really loud. My mom was watching me the whole time with a look of judgement that I'll never forget. While it was happening she told me, "I knew you had to go when we were at Penny's. I don't know why you didn't just tell me the truth."
I didn't know what to say, but luckily my dad snapped at her to leave me along and not make it worse. When we got home I hurried to the downstairs bathroom but there was so much poop in my pants and I still had to go bad. I just finished going in my pants, then I asked my mom to bring me a paper bag so I could toss my undies.
After I wiped my butt and my legs as good as I could, I sprinted up the stairs and took a shower. I was gonna toss my poopy britches in the trash outside but my dad took the bag with my undies and the rag I used to wipe myself clean and tossed it for me. Later my mom apologized for being insensitive about my accident.
Senior Project - My Family's Bowel Movements for a MonthBecause of my weird love for poop, and because of our family's openness to talk about our bowel movements in a health-related context, I designed my senior project to test a theory that Anatomy Student wrote about. In my last post, I shared a story about my sister, Mary's bowel habits. We shared a bathroom growing up and often had to use the bathroom in front of the other. We peed in front of each other all the time. We would ask each other if it was OK to poop. As sisters we had an understanding that we shared a bathroom (and a bedroom) and privacy is not always possible.
Mary's poops were softer and she usually went in the morning before school and in the evening after supper. At least that's what I observed. I usually go once per day. Hers seemed to be softer while mine were large, firm and log-like. That's for the most part. Of course it varied some depending on our periods, sickness, the amount of stress that we were under, whatever.
Here's how the experiment worked. During the month of July 2012, prior to my senior year in high school, we would all eat the same thing and the same portion size, each day for 31 consecutive days. (To say 'thank you' I did all my sisters' chores for the month. It was worth it.) We prepared hard in the month of June to plan our eating and agree upon our meals, portion size beverages and snacks. The only thing my father said that I needed to allow was that we could drink as much water as we needed, since July is a hot and humid month where we live. We stay pretty active.
We all agreed to keep a journal of our bowel movements for that entire month. We did a few things. We each had an iPhone or iPod Touch at the time, and we took pictures of each bowel movement we did and then we kept a notebook. We wrote in the notebook on a scale of 1-5 how urgent our need for the toilet was, how large the poop was and how strong the smell was. On the scale, 3 was normal or moderate, while 4 and 5 were larger or stronger, and 1 and 2 were smaller, or not as strong as normal. Then, they were categorize the consistency according to the Bristol Stool Chart (you can Google that)
First, it was kind of funny to see all of our bowel movements for an entire month!!! With nine of us, that would be 279 days of pooping, and yes, there were at least that many bowel movements. Here's what I learned. Again, we all at the same thing and the same amount. We all drank the same thing and the same amount, except water.
Gary (Father): 60 Bowel Movements, Average Size 3.8, Smell 3.7, Urgency 4.1, Bristol Stool Consistency 5.1, Age 45, Body Measurements: 6'3, 207 lbs.
Joanna (Mother): 36 Bowel Movements, Average Size 4.8, Smell 4.1 Urgency 2.9, Bristol Stool Consistency 3.8, Age 40, Body Measurements: 6'0, 245 lbs.
Kate (Aunt): 47 Bowel Movements, Average Size 3.6, Smell 4.2, Urgency 4.6, Bristol Stool Consistency 4.6, Age 35, Body Measurements: 6'0, 182 lbs.
Mary (Sister #1): 73 Bowel Movements, Average Size 3.2, Smell 4.8, Urgency 4.8, Bristol Stool Consistency 5.2, Age 17, Body Measurements: 5'11, 176 lbs.
Rebecca (Me!!! Sister #2): 31 Bowel Movements, Average Size 4.7, Smell 3.6, Urgency 3.2, Bristol Stool Consistency 3.7, Age 16, Body Measurements: 6'2, 199 lbs. (I was quite regular - exactly one per day!)
Hannah (Sister #3 - Cousin Biologically): 39 Bowel Movements, Average Size 3.7, Smell 4.3, Urgency 3.5, Bristol Stool Consistency 4.3, Age 14, Body Measurements: 5'9, 167 lbs.
Sarah (Sister #4): 30 Bowel Movements, Average Size 4.6, Smell 4.0, Urgency 3.1, Bristol Stool Consistency 3.9, Age 14, Body Measurements: 5'9, 216 lbs.
Rachel (Sister #5, Twin #1): 38 Bowel Movements, Average Size 4.1, Smell 3.3, Bristol Stool Consistency 4.2, Age 11, Body Measurements: 5'7, 150 lbs.
Leah (Sister #6, Twin #2): 39 Bowel Movements, Average Size 4.0, Smell 3.5, Bristol Stool Consistency, 4.4, Age 11, Body Measurements 5'7, 151 lbs.
I also learned our family's schedule when it came to pooping. Lots of data came from this project! And, surprisingly, they were all interested in the results of the study! Now, the pictures, let's say I have them on a flash drive somewhere in case I need some blackmail. Hehe!
I concluded that regardless of diet, even in a family there is no "normal" for bowel function. Of course, the report talked about outliers - all of us had a few "monster" bowel movements and the one's who averaged 1.5 or more had some small ones. It was a fun project and once people got passed the "ick" factor, including my teachers, I received a perfect "100" on the project - the only senior in my class to do so, including my sister!!! Since I was an average student, my teachers were quite impressed and I was proud.
I hope everyone poops a really big one today.
breaking in the new car, part 2: the epic poopBianca: I am glad you enjoyed my story! Yes it really was quite a mess. Lindsey really did shower my car in her urine!! I hope you enjoy the second part.
Hailey: welcome back and I hope you enjoy the second part.
Picking off from part one, Lindsey let some more farts out as I quickly layed the napkins on the wet console. Problem was, the pee soaked the napkins. So they wouldn't be any good in containing Lindsey's approaching poop. As my mind raced for a solution, Lindsey said she was going to start pooping in the seat. Ashley was kinda grossed out, but she leaned forward to get a better look. She was excited. "I've never got to see someone poop like this" she said. Seeing as how there was no dry place in the front of the car to lay the napkins I had left, and that Lindsey was going to poop right then in there, I quickly came up with a desperate solution. I would hold the napkins in my hands and Lindsey could go onto the napkins. So I quickly spread the two napkins I had left over my hands while Lindsey got up and into a better position. Lindsey straddled the console, facing towards the back of the car. She had her legs spread wide in each seat, with her back leaned against the stereo of the car. Her butt hovered over the console and cupholders by about 6 inches or so. Pee drops dripped off her butt cheeks. It was an awkward position for me, as I had to hold these napkins underneath Lindsey's butthole and contain all of her poop, or else my car would get a fresh load of poop on it that would be a nightmare to clean. So I leaned against Lindsey's right leg, with my left arm under her butt and my right arm under her calf and thigh. This way my hands met under her crotch. Lindsey had her right arm on my shoulder for support. I was pressed up close against her. Ashley was between the seats, with her face just about 9 inches away from Lindsey's crotch. She was really excited to see the show that Lindsey was about to put on.
Within seconds of getting into position, Lindsey's pink butthole began to open. There was a cackle sound as her poop approached. Tiny little farts came out. Ashley's eyes got wide as Lindsey relaxed and her anus opened up. A dark brown turd slowly poked out. I noticed a little piece of corn in it, being so upclose. The smell of Lindsey's shit wafted out into my car. It made me light headed while Ashley covered her nose. The turd slowly slid out of Lindsey as she gave a little grunt. It touched the napkin and I felt its warmth through it. Already it was at nearly three inches. It wasn't a very firm turd, but it was still solid. Lindsey paused for a moment, as the turd stuck out of her butt onto the napkin. The smell of her poop filled the car. It was a deep, earthy stench that was very strong. Ashley lowered her hand from her nose, letting the smell in. "This is so neat…" she said, leaning in just a little. "I can see the corn and stuff in it." Lindsey said "uh huh" and then grunted a bit and resumed her poop. "Mmmhgghhhh" she said, sighing and pushing a little. Now the turd started to slide out a little bit faster. The poop came out pressing down against the napkin. This caused the middle of the turd to push out and to the right as it coiled out. I adjusted my hands to this. As another inch of poop pushed out, Lindsey stomach/lower intestines made this wet sound as something shifted inside her.
The tip of the turd made a C shape in my left hand. At this point, the poop already filled the napkin in that hand. From tip to Lindsey's butthole, the poop was about 5-6 inches long in length. The poop was more smooth and moist as it came out. I saw more corn too. It made this loud cackling sound as it exited from her butthole. Now the poop picked up more speed. Lindsey closed her eyes and had a scrunched look on her face. The poop coming out of her coiled around behind the start of the turd. "Uh this is alot of poop" i said. The poop coiled around and across my hands until it was back of the start. Now it began to form a pile. The napkins covered my entire handspan, and they were filled with this quickly growing pile. "Amazing.." whispered Ashley. She was mesmerized. A really big piece of corn stuck out the side of the turd. This turd was almost 9 inches long by now. And it was unbroken, all one solid piece! Lindsey continued pooping. It all was happening so quick. The poop kept coming and coiling out onto the pile. It made a very loud cackling sound as the poop passed out Lindsey's asshole. The pile kept growing in my hands. I wasn't able to hold it all, it was growing bigger than what the napkins and my hands could hold! "You have to stop!" i said. The poop was turning softer as it came out. The turd had coiled around three times by now. The pile nearly touched Lindsey at this point. My hands were spread all the way out to contain this huge load. Still pooping, Lindsey lifted her ass up so that her product wouldn't get all over her butt. The soft poop rapidly oozed onto the pile and then it went down onto my arm! Then the second disaster of the day struck.
Lindsey then grunted and cut a HUGE fart mid turd. That powerful fart shot poop across the car!! Poop blasted out of Lindsey with the gas she unleashed. Little pieces hit the center console, the sides of the seat, Ashley, and the backseat! Ashley screamed and moved behind the driver's seat for cover. I shouted in surpise as Lindsey heaved a sigh and then breathed in sharply. She then unleashed a huge torrent of creamy poop all over the car! This creamy poop was light brown in contrast to the dark solid crap. It was a thick liquid that flooded out of her (now poop coated) pink anus all over the front of the car. It flooded over the pile and napkin, but I pulled my hands back to avoid the mess. Some still got on my hands and arms. I was now holding this huge pile of poop away from the disaster that was unfolding. Within two seconds the entire console was coated in the creamy poop. It ran all down the sides into the floor. It poured into both my seat and the passenger seat. I moved to the side but some got on my shorts. Then a big series of farts came out with the poop. This blasted the poop across the console into the backseat. Then a powerful wave of this creamy thick poop sprayed out of Lindsey! It sprayed all the way into the backseat and then over into the trunk area! It exploded out with massive farts which flung the creamy waste all over! This all happened for maybe 4 seconds, but in those 4 seconds Lindsey shot a huge volume of creamy brown poop all over my car. Lindsey then sighed and pinched her spinchter. She relaxed onto the cupholders. "I feel much better now" she said, panting from the effort of her huge dump.
I couldn't believe what had just happened. One petite girl had just unloaded the biggest amount of poop I had ever seen in my life all over my car. Creamy poop ran down the middle of the backseat into the seat in a wet pile. Drops of the wet and thick poop covered the backseat and sides of the front seat, in addition to the more solid pieces that had been forcefully blasted out earlier. The console and cupholders were coated in a layer of Lindsey's wet and liquidy production. I could see piece of a previous meal in the cream, such as corn. A little puddle of the poop was in each front seat. The back window of the car had Lindsey's poop splattered on it. I couldn't believe how powerfully she pushed the poop out of her to hit that far. The smell of all of this poop was insane. It made my head dizzy. Ashley leaned forward, carefully avoiding the poop in her seat. She had some flecks of poop on her shirt and arms. "That...was...insane…" she said. "Sorry i made a mess" said Lindsey. I could tell she really enjoyed getting to do this. I was upset my car was ruined, but I had allowed her to both pee and poop in it. I should have known what I was getting into, especially with Lindsey. Plus, I enjoyed the spectacle of pee and poop that Lindsey had put on. So i couldn't be too mad. I carefully set the massive poop pile onto the pee soaked dashboard. "I can't believe you had this much poop inside of you" i told Lindsey. Her pile of poop was huge. It was maybe 7 inches high and at least 8 inches wide. It was moist. "I saw you had some corn recently" I said, pointing out the pieces in her turd. "Yep" she said, giggling. "I had to poop soooooo bad. Thanks for letting me go in here." I said it was fine. I was glad she was feeling better. Ashley decided she didnt want to use my car. We decided to head to my house to clean. Lindsey gave me her thong to wipe them off. She then used that to wipe her butt, which was quite messy. We both sat forward in our seats to avoid the creamy poop that was in them. I had to touch the pee drenced steering wheel to drive home. By now, the pee had all ran down the windshield into a huge puddle of pee on the dash, so i could see. As i drove, Lindsey pee sloshed all around the dash and splashed some on us when I had to brake hard. The huge pile of poop rested on the dash in the middle. When we finally got home, Ashley went inside to pee. I got towel out of the garage and soaked the urine up off the dash. Lindsey dumped her huge pile of poop in the trash. We spent hours cleaning the creamy poop off the console. Then I had to shampoo the poop out of the seats. It left a permanent stain. My car reeked of pee and poop. I couldn't believe how 1 girl could create such a huge disaster with her bladder and bowels. She had peed so much all over and in addition sprayed her crap all over the car too. She had unleashed such a huge volume of pee and poop into my new car. The creamy poop had flooded over so much and soaked into the seats and floor. It took days of cleaning to get out. By the end of the first day, I took them home. The car still had poop and pee in it, because I couldn't clean it all out. Lindsey thanked me again and apologized. But it was ok. I then spent the next few days cleaning.
Well thats it for this story. I hope you enjoyed and I may have more later to tell. Lindsey wants to use the car again, so ill see if i decide to let her. So until next time.
Looking for stories & questioneerDoes anyone have or know of any stories of two or more people pooping or peeing together? Or know of a page where there's a good one? Those are always my favorite to read. Sorry for my oddly specific request.
Anyway, a few, more relavent questions.
Longest turd you've ever had?
longest you've ever been in the loo, or on the toilet?
shortest you've time you've ever laid a turd in?
thickest turd you've ever laid?
most/longest you've ever peed?
most luxurious toilet you've ever used?
Worst toilet you've used(beside squating)?
And longest you've lever gone without pooping and peeing?
For me, they are as follows :
The longest turd I've ever had was around 18 inches long. I hadn't pooped for 3 days, and it felt spooooooo good.
The longest I've ever been on the toilet was when I was sick just a while ago. I had the runs and had a small burst of liquid shot about every 4 minutes. I got tired of running to a and from the toilet, so I just sat in there for about an hour and and half. I hadn't gone in 10 minutes so I wiped. Got up. And finally left.
In middle school, we only had 5 minute passing periods. So by 8th grade, I was a pro at fast crapping. A skill I have since lost, as the need was lost. I had actually gotten curious how fast I could poo, because I knew I was going pretty fast. I excused myself during class, so as to heighten my chances of getting a stall, and started a stop watch on my wrist watch, from the time I entered the bathroom. I didn't scope it out before hand, so there was no 'cheating' involved. The lay out of bathroom is a bit unorthodox. You enter to a right turn, then about 10 feet, then a left turn into the bathroom. Theres 2 stalls and one urinal on the far wall, and two sinks on the wall to your left when entering. Luckily for me, one of the stalls were free, so after my and dash in there, I throw my pants and undies down in one fell swoop. Push as hard as I can and in about 5 seconds I produced a decent turd. Maybe 5 inches long, and an inch and a half in diameter. The sound it made was similar to a genre launcher, followed by a echoing fart as I pulled my tighty whities and jeans up. I flushed and slipped washing(although I returned to do so after the timing), and got 34 second and some odd miliseconds. Very proud of myself I washed my hands and returned to class.
The thickest poop I've ever done was the 18 incher, I mentioned earlier. It had to be at least 4 inches at its widest, but averaged probably around 2 1/2.
I used to get empty shampoo bottles from the bathroom trash while I was the shower and see how far I could fill them. I could usually fill one with some to spare, but I never measured exactly how much those were around a half a liter, but I don't know how that stacks up.
I've never actually used any toilet that awed me, but I've seen a few crazy ones.
Ya know those toilets that reside out in fhe middle of nowhere that are just a hole with a toilet seat? Well my worst toilet expirenne was in one of those, but it appeared to have not been emptied in months. There was shit and pis almost up to the top on the tank. And the smell. It smelled like, well, a giant pile of shit. I kinda like the sound of the my shot crackling out of me, and then dropping for a few seconds before splattering against other's shits. There was no such fall. It sounded like pooping from a high squat. And there was a perfect pile of shit, just on the ground, next to fhe 'toilet'.
For pooping, I usually go twice or thrice a day, but the 18 incher was the longest I've gone without a shit.3 days. Closer to four than three, though, because it was in the evening, and my last on people was in the morning.
So this has been fun to write, and I hope you have some fun responding, if you do. Best regards, -swagermuffinz
Thursday, May 25, 2017
I was on campus today and had to use the loo for both things, so I went to the nearest bathroom and opened the door to find all bar one of the cubicles occupied and a couple of girls by the sinks. Making a beeline towards the vacant one I locked the door and put my bag onto the hook which was on the right hand side of the cubical wall. Stepping back towards the toilet I undid my dark blue chinos and pulled them down to my thighs. Next to go down was my aqua coloured pants. Sitting on the loo I started to pee but couldn't hear it hit the water over the other cubicles flushing or opening and closing as more people entered the bathroom. After emptying my bladder I started to relax my sphincter and push. Slowly, ever so slowly, a thick log started to emerge, stretching my hole. I kept on expecting it to break of but it continued to slide out. Finally I felt it fall into the bowl but I suspect it was already in the water as it didn't make a splash. Within the next five minutes I pushed out three more thick turds (I don't know what I've eaten to make them like this as my turds are normally on the slim side). Just as I was waiting to see if there was any more poo that could come out a group of girls entered the bathroom and one of them walked up to my cubical and pushed at the door which unfortunately started to open! I sprang up off the loo and bounded towards the door as it to push it back shut. Luckily I got there before it managed to swing open too much. As the girl apologised I tried to lock it probably only to find out that it wasn't the lock that was busted but the latch; as it wasn't tightly screwed on it couldn't hold the bolt in place when the door was pressed upon. To ensure it didn't happen again I kept one hand on the door and used the other to grab some toilet paper and start to wipe my bum (this was no easy feat I can tell you). I then turned to throw the paper into the bowl and was taken aback to see how thick the logs actually were. In fact I couldn't see much of the white bottom of the loo as it had been replaced with light brown. Still with my left hand on the door I pulled up my pants and chinos; buttoning up the latter was easier than I thought it would be. Taking my bag off the hook I stepped back and flushed the toilet before letting the door swing open and walking out to the sinks to wash my hands.
To end this post I just want to say a quick comment and question to Abbie: Your latest story was brilliant. I'm sorry you had to go outside with two strangers but the way you dealt with the potential awkwardness was fantastic. How big would you say Hannah's poo was?
another walk homeHailey - thanks for your comment, I'm glad you like my posts!
Abbie - good to see you back again. You were brave for talking to those girls, I'd be too shy to start a conversation, let alone poo in front of somebody I didn't know!
A few weeks ago I was on my way back from a night out with my friend Emma, it was a sunny day and a relatively warm night so we decided to walk home. By this point it's about midnight. My walk home from town isn't too bad, it's about half an hour. You go up a hill to start with, then follow the main road out of town for a couple of miles. When the weather is fine, it's a lot nicer than waiting for a night-bus or paying out for a taxi.
Emma is 20 like me, she's got blonde hair and blue eyes and is quite curvy. She's originally from Ireland and speaks with a very blunt Irish accent! About 10 minutes into our walk she first mentioned that she needed to wee, but I didn't think anything of it until another 10 minutes later when she suddenly stopped, took an inlet of breath, then said "Christ I'm bloody desperate for a pee!". I needed to go myself but could wait till I got home so I wasn't too worried. "It's only 10 minutes home, will you manage?" I said, at which point she said "Aaah I don't think so, I'm not far off wetting my knickers. I need to find somewhere I can pee!".
We were passing a row of shops (all closed at this time) and so we went around the back, where the shop delivery entrances are. Emma bounded towards the first one, but I pointed out a security camera, so she hurried on to the next one. This was essentially a wide doorway inset from the alleyway, and a hidden enough place to pee.
Now this is where it got a bit tricky, Emma had a blue playsuit on, basically in order to get it off you have to get almost completely undressed. She put her bag down and then started fidgeting with the shoulder straps whilst trying to get them undone. "Aah I'm literally about to wet myself, help!" she wailed. I gave her a hand undoing the catches and then she pulled the whole thing down to her knees, then pulled her knickers down and squatted, and did a long wee down the steps. It just kept coming and coming and was very noisy, especially on a quiet night, I was sure somebody would hear it!
After her stream died down she looked at her knickers and said "Look, look what a terrible drunk I am, I actually started to pee in my knickers". She had purple knickers with a sort of white lacey surround, and there was quite a large patch in them.
After she had sorted herself out, I decided I might as well go, as by this time I was pretty desperate. We swapped places and I wriggled up my tight dress, then lowered my knickers (pink with white spots) and had quite a relieiving wee. We then sorted ourselves out and carried on the walk home!
To RobinBowel movements vary a LOT from person to person. Even family members on an identical diet can have different bowel habits.
Size and consistency depend on water, fiber, frequency, and muscle tone of the bowels.
Size is usually dependent on how much one eats and how often. Less food at one sitting with snacks in between can add up as a constant digestive motion all day doesn't leave much time for food to sit and dehydrate.
As for the strong smell that's where things get variable. Sulfur rich foods like red meat, onion, broccoli, garlic, cabbage, and eggs all add a strong nasty smell to poop. If none of that is in her diet usually then her gut flora could be out of whack. Maybe there is a build up of candida or C. diff that isn't causing any trouble but just overgrowing in her intestine. What is more likely is that her poop sticks out of the water or hangs from her bottom for a long time. When poop is underwater it doesn't smell.
There is also a chance that her digestion takes 2 days and each poop has had time to rot a little.
More pre race poopingSeveral years back I was heading to a half marathon with my friend Tracy. Usually (as you know if you've read some of my previous posts), prior to a race runners often end up pooping in the woods, behind a building, etc., as the port a potty to runner ratio is almost always depressingly low. Not that that's always a bad thing, as relieving oneself out in nature can actually be quite a liberating, freeing experience. But I digress....
As we were dropping off another friend at a different starting location for a different race, we actually got there very early and were shocked to see not a single person in line for the port a potties. For once we had prime digs for our pre race poops. We entered two adjoining units, and as it was still the total quiet of early pre dawn, I looked forward to the opportunity to listen to myself and Tracy' go in unison. We took our positions on our seats and it happened quickly for the both of us. I started to pee first but before I could even finish my nerves got the best of me and loose sloppy poop started rocketing out of me. Tracy must have had a bit of pre race jitters too as I immediately heard wet sloppiness splattering down on her as of yet untarnished porta potty floor.
After the initial torrent, we both must have felt the need for more as there was a brief silence. At this point someone entered the unit next to me, dropped their pants, farted loudly and started dropping logs. At this point I felt myself spreading open with a larger, much more solid log. I enjoyed the feeling for a few moments, then gave a final push to expel it. At this time I heard 3 quick splats from Tracy's toilet, and then finally the paper started to roll. I felt empty myself so I also started my wipe. From the opposite porta potty I heard a moan, then a giant splash of a log. Someone else was enjoying a great poop also.
I used the hand sanitizer and exited almost simultaneously with Tracy. She smiled at me and commented "much better, huh?". I agreed wholeheartedly then couldn't help but turn to look as I heard the door of the toilet next to mine creak open....a petite little blonde runner stepped out, looking very satisfied. She looked up, as we did, at the already growing lines forming in front of the toilets and we all commented how we were lucky to get there when we did.
At this point we still had time before the race and seeing as we had emptied ourselves, we headed back to sit in our car and relax. After a time we looked over and saw that there were literally hundreds of runners hanging out in front of the (maybe 20?) porta potties. I felt bad for them knowing they would either have to look for other accommodations or hold it. At this point two girls chose the former option. They ran over a short way in front of where we were parked, near the edge of the woods. There was a bit of brush, but really no cover. As I've stated before, if you run distance races, you often end up having to pee or poop in front of someone else, be it a friend or stranger, and on a whole most people are pretty open about it. These two must have been of this ilk, as they squatted next to each other and dropped their shorts. The first let loose a long pee and that must have been all she had, as she pulled out her wet wipes. The other, however, had started to release a long, thick log from her butt. At this point she made eye contact with Tracy and I, and just started laughing. I mouthed "no worries" thru the car window, and couldn't help but continue to watch. She dropped her huge log, then borrowed some wet wipes from her friend, who had finished and was just standing there chatting with her. After she was done, , they strolled by our car, and the pooper stopped and said "sorry you had to witness that!" With a smile. We assured her that had we gotten there 10 minutes later we would have probably been going right next to them. We all wished each other good luck and headed on our way. All in all an interesting experience!
Yesterday I had my first poop outdoor ever. I was driving through the woods of southern Sweden. When I felt the urge I stopped at a resting area but the toilet there was so smelly and dirty that I did not even walk inside. I drove further but soon I realized that I would not make it till a proper toilet was in reach. I stopped at a small resting area in the middel of nowhere without any other cars present. I had some paper napkins in my bag and I took them and walked well into the woods. The terrin was quite flat but I found a suitable rock, pulled down, squatted and got the necessary things done. I had been travelling for almost one week and had got a bit constipated. The amount to be released was considerable and the subsequent feeling extremely good. After the business was executed I continued sitting in a squat position for a minute or two, just enjoying the relief, listening to the birds and feeling the nice smell of the woods. I had forgotten that I was sitting there just in the open. But luckily nobody showed up. It should have been an extraordinary view for e.g. a jogger if running just in on a woman sitting there in such a position. It was my first experience, but I know that if the situastion shows up again I will rather use this solution than going on dirty roadside facilties.
re:smelly dumpsRobin, the smell from your daughter's poop might be stronger because, if it is hard to pass it may hang in the air for longer until she gets it to drop into the toilet.
Anna's unexpected buddy dumpThis weekend I went backcountry camping with my friend Danielle and another friend of ours who is called Bebe. We were really worried about the weather, as it can be very cold here in May, but it turned out to be beautiful. We camped besides a lake and had tons of food for dinner and some drinks as well. I woke up in the very early morning feeling very full and the need to do both things. I hadn't done a number two the day before, so I knew it would probably be a big one. Because I shared the tent with Danielle, I was careful not to wake her up.
I quietly got out of the tent, put on my boots and went over behind a couple of trees were we had peed the night before. Of course I also brought a roll of paper. I pulled down my pj bottoms and pink panties, squatted down and started to release my pee. I was so full from last night that I did a big stream that sprayed the ground for at least half a minute. It was such a relief! When I was done, I shifted my feet and leaned forward a bit so my bum would be higher off the ground to take care of my number two. I started to push and immediately let out a long but silent fart. Then my first turd crackled out slowly. It was a huge one and when it finally dropped to the ground I let out a big sigh! There was still lots more to come out, and quickly I began to relase a second log, which felt almost just as big as the first.
At this moment I heard some noise behind me and then Bebe whispering "oh hi Ann". I looked, and there she was standing behind me in her blue pjs and holding a roll of tp as well. I don't think she had noticed what I was doing at first, because suddenly she was like "omg, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to sneak up on you!". It was so embarrassing! Not only had she walked in on me when I was doing my business outside squatting with my pajama bottoms pulled down, but I was also doing a number two! There was a very large turd on the ground already, about a foot long I think, and a second big one just pushing from my rear end. Bebe apologized some more and then whispered, "do you mind if I go here as well, I really need to!". I told her that it was fine, but I still felt pretty mortified and I was blushing really bad. Luckily she couldn't see my face that well.
So Bebe pulled down her bottoms, squatted and started to pee. Her's was more like a trickle. "Oh that's better", she said and then she blasted a loud fart. "Excuse me", she said and then I could see her starting to strain. For some reason I was really relieved at this point. Being caught in mid-poop by Bebe wasn't nearly so bad if she had come to do a number two as well. Quickly, a big turd started to drop from between her plump cheeks. It broke off, but more poo pushed from her backdoor immediately as she kept making small grunting noises. Meanwhile, I had also finished my second log and was dropping a third. I noticed that Bebe kept peeing little trickles all the way throughout her number two. There would be little spurts of pee when she pushed and other times it just trickled down her bumcheeks and on her turds. In the end she did three poops and I did four. We kept quiet, until Bebe finally whispered, "I think I'm done!". I said, "me, too" and then she asked me if I had any paper. Of course I did, and I showed her my roll. Then we both wiped. I noticed that just like I always do, Bebe carefully wiped her front first before starting to work on her rear end. Finally, I was done and I pulled up my panties and pjs. Bebe was still wiping and I couldn't help but having a look at our poos. There were two big piles with tons of tp on both. Though Bebe had done only three logs, her poo was bigger than mine. One of her turds looked super long. She got up as well and she did end up looking quite embarrassed by now. "Sorry it really stinks...", she said. Both of our piles were bad, but her's was really lethal! We put some dirt over where we had pooped and then carefully got back into our tents again to sleep some more.
That's the story of my unexpected buddy dump while camping. I hope you liked it!
to Anna from Austria: I liked your gym story. I haved pooped naked on the gym toilets quite a few times. I don't mind it too much, since other women do it all the time and anyway, the other girls can see me naked in the shower also, so it's not so bad!
I love the feeling of being totally relieved from using the toilet and also being all nice and clean from the shower. It is the best way to start the day!
Stream dumpHey all. Been an off-and-on reader for years and a rare poster. Today I had an experience I wasn't sure I'd ever get the chance to and wanted to post it. I'm sitting on the bowl as we speak, letting my second poop of the day just slowly make its own way out. I may interject (nnng) occasional things like that into my story as I poop. So part retelling, part live post lol.
So a lot of my work takes me out in the woods. Usually I'm with someone or I'm too close to roads etc. for the opportunity to do more than take a quick wiz behind a tree. I was out one time by myself and had the chance, but apparently not the need. I was squatting (hunnh *sploosh*) and kept pushing but only got little turdlets out.
Anyway, today I was out with my boss, and we wrap up our work in this stream. It's near a road, but deep in the woods otherwise. I desperately need to pee, and I felt some movement (huff... Nnnn....*plop plop*) on the other end. I decided to go for it. I told him "If you don't mind carrying the equipment, I'll catch up, I need to take a quick bio-break." He agreed and walked on ahead and I went under the bridge. I was nervous and excited and so my heart was beating fast.
I opened my fly and fished my snake out and let the golden stream out onto the ground with a satisfying splatter. With my other hand I was fumbling with my belt and I made sure I pushed hard so I'd be ready. Sure enough I felt my anus open (huff.. *crackle crackle plop* ahh) and a turtle head poke out. My pee done, I took one more quick look around and quickly shoved my pants and boxer briefs down as far as I could - I was wearing tall waders- and squatted, making sure to tuck my penis clear of the waistband so I wouldn't dribble on myself.
As soon as I hit the squat I pushed hard and it all slid out in one quick log, hitting the mud with a heavy splat. Almost just fell out of my butt lol. Not having any paper or even leaves within reach, I gave my hole a quick swipe with one finger, more to clear any danglers than anything else. But it came away pretty clean, just a minor brown spot. I stood up and pulled everything back up and quickly washed my finger off in the stream before going back to look at my work. It was a big one, probably about two feet long and a good three or so inches in diameter. A medium light brown. I scooped mud over it with my foot just in case, then went back up to the truck and went on with our day! Boss was none the wiser!
It was so great to be able to do that, so freeing and more than a little excitinf. I only wish I'd been able to take my time and savor it. Hopefully I'll get another chance. I'll write about it if I do. This second dump is done, just two wipes and I'm clean. Thanks for reading, happy pooping!
Hi all, sorry I haven't posted in ages. I've just been super busy at uni. My last day is a bit over two weeks from now, and then I graduate. But although I'm looking forward to being done, I've been stressing again about doing well on my exams. That, of course, means I've been struggling with constipation badly.
Over the last few weeks, my routine of being able to poo every day has gotten worse, to only pooing about every three days or so. When I noticed I was getting constipated again, I started sitting on the toilet every day for 15-20 minutes, but it doesn't seem to be helping much. My poos are infrequent and very difficult to push out.
This most recent poo is probably the worst one I remember having, well, ever. Yesterday I had a poo for the first time in almost a full week. I had been doing my sitting routine every day, but I'd just been so busy with school stuff that I didn't really notice a week had gone by. I got to feeling so full and bloated and miserable that I went to buy a laxative.
I took the recommended dose at night and wasn't feeling any urge to go in the morning, so I took another dose. I skipped all my classes, so I would be able to do this awful poo at home. Finally the need came in the afternoon and so I headed off to the loo. I guess the laxative must've worked because although the poo was thick, it actually came out fairly easily. But it still hurt a bit because it was so thick.
After about ten minutes of light pushing, the monster poo was out of me. I don't usually look at my poo, but I just had to after that one. It covered most of the pan and was curvy and twisty. I sat back down to wipe and there was some blood, but not a lot, on the loo roll. I had to flush twice to get my poo to go down, then I cleared the marks with the loo brush and flushed again.
I never ever want to have a poo like that again! That was absolutely miserable. With any luck, I'll be able to stop stressing once uni's done and I can get back to my normal once a day poos. Anyway, that's all I have for now. I probably won't post again before a few more weeks. Bye for now!
Reply to BlobI sensed that you were from Britain. One of my grandfathers was from England, but moved to the US for business reasons. He spoke like an Englishman. Many of my memories are also from long ago, though some are more current. My first wife of 25 years died of cancer. That was followed by 10 years of dating before meeting my current wife. Keep up your stories. They are marvellous. I'll watch for them.
Picnic PoopsI picked up a part time morning job for a rental company. I was to deliver and set up a generator at a state park. I had a few deliveries so I arrived just as the park opened at 8am. I was dropped off as I was awaiting my partners delivery truck. After about 15 minutes I needed to poop. It was perfect cause it was first thing in the morning and no one was around. Plus the toilet was clean.
The bathroom is at a park and the walls are open at 8' with a shared ceiling. Its all open since its outdoors. After 30 seconds of sitting down I hear two girls enter on the other side of the bathroom. "Oh my god I have to poop so bad!" says a girl while her friend was giggling. I hear them both loudly as they pee. There was a fart and the same giggle happened. After about 45 seconds (im comletely still and silent). I hear a flush. "I'll be outside waiting". As soon as she left the girl had a very fast, noisy poop. After 2 minutes or so (still silent) I hear her start to grunt and shuffle on toilet. You could hear everything, like being in a neighboring stall. Another 5 minutes she was there with small grunts, farts, and some small plops. After she was done she had flushed and left the bathroom.
I had already dropped my load as soon as I entered so I waited a minute before wiping and flushing so she did not know she had been listened to. On leaving I see my truck to meet with and two slim girls in their 20's wearing workout clothes were walking away from the picnic area.
Girl in the Boys BathroomWhen I was in high school, I happened to be visiting another school one day. I was about to go into the boys bathroom and pee when I saw a girl coming down the hallway speedily. When she reached the boys bathroom, she looked at it for a moment and announced "I can't wait" and walked in. I went in and there were a few boys peeing, glanced at the girl, and paid no further attention. She didn't look at the boys, but ran quickly into a stall, didn't close the door, pulled down her pants, and sat down without pulling down her underpants. Her panties started to get wet. She pulled her panty crotch aside and then let a torrent of piss out of her pussy. She let out a sigh of relief as her pee hissed and splattered into the bowl. "Sorry guys", she said. "I just couldn't hold my urine any longer". One guy said that was ok. I didn't say anything; I just watched. She never asked anyone not to watch. She pissed for about a little more than a minute and then she slowed down and stopped. She wiped her vagina a few times, stood up, pulled up her pants, and left. I found out later that boys and girls are we're not supposed to go into each other's bathrooms, but it did happen and was not enforced unles someone complained, which was rare.
My Mother's MotherloadHi! I'm Rebecca, but my family and friends call me "Becc." It's a pet name. Always been a tomboy and "Becc" fit my personality more than "Becky" or "Becca." I prefer "Rebecca" when introduced to new people or in formal situations. This site is really cool, since I am fascinated with all things related to poop. In fact, I'm headed to medical school to be a PA and I want work in gastroenterology. I love digestion, defecation, flatulence and everything associated with it. So, I thought I would make a career of it!
I grew up in a household with five sisters (I'm #2 of the six), my mother and father, and my aunt. My father is a Pediatrician, while my mother stayed at home with us girls. My aunt came to live with us after my youngest sisters - twins - were born in 2000. So there were nine of us. Of all nine, I was the most difficult. I could be a terror. My parents and my aunt could not have been better. My life's a long story and we could rival "This Is Us" for a tear-jerking drama.
Important to the story, is that we are all big women. My father is 6'3 and has white hair, fair skin and blue eyes. He had almost black hair and looked like Superman when he was young (Christopher Reeve, right?). He is pretty thin and athletic looking. My mother is a big woman. Today she is 6'0 and weighs 235 pounds. She has big breasts and a huge butt that she and my father are actually quite proud of. I want to say that she was Ashley Graham before it was okay to be Ashley Graham. I turned out to be 6'2, so I'm the tallest. My older sister, Mary, is 5'11, #3 is Hannah, and she's 5'10, then Sarah, who is 6'0 and is a spitting image of Mother, then the twins, Rachel and Leah, who are the "runts" at 5'9. Yes, our names are from biblical heroines. My aunt Kate is my father's younger sister by ten years and she's also 6'0, but slender like my father.
My mother is a big woman, as I said, but she is very energetic, athletic and a very hard worker. She loves to garden, work outside, and anything that makes her sweat. At the same time, she is a meek person - quiet, nurturing, caring and loving. My dad adores her. She's beautiful, but she's a big person. And she loves to eat. And when we eat, she eats a lot! And it has to go somewhere. And this story is about it having to go somewhere and making an impression that a five year old girl starving for attention will never forget.
It was the summer of 2001 and I was five, and my mother, Joanna, would have been 28 at the time. I remember this so vividly. It frightens me the impression this made. I remember that mother had finished nursing the twins. My aunt and father had gone to work. My grandmother was at the house and she was entertaining my younger sisters, who were three years old. Mary, my older sister, is extremely introverted and was entertaining herself. I remember it being before lunch but after my mother had finished cleaning the kitchen. I begged her to read a story to me. It was Green Eggs and Ham. I just wanted her attention. Mother was dressed casually, in a robe, but her thick hair was fixed and she had a little makeup on. I remember her telling me that she would read me a story, but she did not feel good and her stomach hurt. She began to read me the story. Her rich, soft alto voice soothed me and I remember cuddling her warm, large torso. I felt so secure. Somewhere into the story, my mother started to hesitate. I noticed her voice changed. She said, "Rebecca, you need to get down honey. I have to go to the bathroom." I asked, "Mommy do you have to doo doo?" Without any embarrassment or hesitation, "Yes, Mommy needs to have a doo doo and then I'll come back and finish the story." My eyes began to water. This was my time with my mother. I never got time with my mother. If she left me, then the babies would wake up and something would happen to take her away from me. I began to protest. Tears came down my cheeks. "Mommy, please finish the story! Please let me come with you!" My mother did not look happy about this but she agreed. She took her robe off, revealing a light blue, feminine gown. She lowered her panties and lifted her robe. Her thick thighs enveloped the bowl. She looked so proper, poised and powerful on the toilet. I loved how powerful my mother looked.
She began by peeing. She returned to reading after the pee. Just a few seconds in, my mother stopped mid sentence. Her face looked very stern and concentrated. I heard what I catalogued as popping and crackling, and watched my mother's tan face turn red as she pushed her "doo doo" into the commode. Quickly, the bathroom filled with a strong odor of "adult" poop, which I learned smelled much worse than my own as a child (though I have since evolved into the adult poop that can clear out a bathroom and make your nose burn).
I giggled and said that it smelled. My mother agreed and said that I did not have to stay. I would not leave. She said her stomach still hurt, but she would finish the story. So, my mother continued to read. She finished about three more pages when she winced and returned to the serious face. The crackling was a little higher pitched this time and the smell in the bathroom got stronger. I made no comment this time. I wanted her attention and I was not going to do anything to lose it! She continued and came to the end of the story. As she closed the book, she farted really loud. I giggled and my mother smiled. "I'm really sorry, Rebecca. Maybe you need to let mommy finish." I was so mesmerized by my mother using the "potty" that I insisted to stay. She said that her stomach was really hurting and that she would be a while. I began to here a lot of poop plopping into the toilet at a rapid rate followed by a loud, bassy fart. This happened a few more times.
Eventually my mother finished, and I noticed that when she cleaned herself, she dropped the toilet paper in the small, metal trashcan beside the commode instead in the toilet. She stood up and put the lid down, but did not flush. When she got her robe on, she left the bathroom and said that she needed to get something. The phone rang and my mother got it. I heard her talking, "Yes, I finally went to the bathroom. Yes, I think that I feel better. I have never done one that big and I'm not sure it will flush."
I was curious. I lifted the lid to find the largest bowel movement I have ever seen. There was a huge dark-chocolate log that was at least 2 1/2 inches thick and wrapped around the bowl. On the inside was another huge log that wrapped around the other way, as a backwards 'c'. And in the middle was a huge pile soft poop. I remember thinking, "My mom is incredible." And since that day, I have been fascinated by pooping. I've always wondered how other people poop and I am not bashful talking about it, my own, or participating in conversations about pooping.
This website is fantastic and I have many more stories to tell if you are interested. Thank you for reading.
Massive Poop at LunchOne day during lunch at school, after eating lots of beans the night before, I went to the girls bathroom. I had to go take a monster dump, so I quickly entered a stall, locked it, dropped my bag, undid my belt and dropped my jeans and pink undies to my ankles.
After a few seconds, I let it rip with loud farts and stinky poops. Soon, two popular girls walked in and we're complaining about their makeup. I didn't want to poop loudly in front of them, but I let out one quick fart, which seemed to have gotten their attention. They thought that it was one of them at first, but I released more poop in the toilet.
Instead of running away in disgust, they laughed and clapped for me while waving their hands in front of their noses. I was confused, but I farted and pooped some more and those girls started to be amused more, so they got two of their other friends in the bathroom.
They were all sophomores while I was a freshman. One of them wanted to know my name and said I was a legend. I yelled at them, but they said that I was actually cool and wanted to hangout with me. One of them looked over my stall and saw me sitting on the toilet and holding my phone with my pants and undies around my ankles. I used my bag to shield my bare legs while the girl asked for my IG and SC and handed me some toilet paper as I had run out.
Three of them said that it happened to them before in public just like me and there's nothing you could do to stop it. I agreed, finished up, pulled up my undies and pants, and hung out with them for the rest of lunch. They were cool too, but how I met them was just awkward...and a little gross.
comments & stuffTo: Robin it might be normal for her body to make big poops some people just have bigger colons or something.
To: Cyber Trucker it sounds like that woman was very desperate and just made it to the toilet.
To: The Observant it sounds like she was very desperate and had to take a nasty poop.
To: Victoria B great story.
Well that's all for now
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Embarrassing close call at a gas stationYesterday I had a close call at a gas station. My IBS was acting up while I was out driving at night and I started to have gas pains and get the urge to take a huge gassy dump. I started farting in the car to let out some of the pressure and immediately pulled over into the closest gas station.
It was a small gas station and I had to embarrassingly penguin walk through the door holding my stomach. I asked the woman behind the counter who looked in her 40s if I could use the bathroom. She said the bathroom was outside on the side and someone already had the key. I farted really big uncontrollably right then and the clerk woman noticed my desperation and said I could go out there and wait for them to come out.
I walked out there and it was a one person unisex bathroom. I walked out there still holding my stomach and there were some attractive blonde college age girls waiting outside the door. Some more gas hit the bottom of my stomach and I blasted a huge 5 second long fart as I went up to the door. The two girls put their hands up to their mouths giggling a little bit and said that their friend was in there. I said okay and uncontrollably leaned over again and blasted out another long 7 to 10 second long fart. It was getting harder to hold it and I grabbed the back of my butt with my left hand to help. One of the girls knocked on the door and said "Hurry up Jessica some dude out here is about to shit his pants!" That was really embarrassing but I at least appreciated her hurrying her friend.
I farted a few more times while the girls tried hard not to giggle at my embarrassing predicament. Eventually the girl named Jessica came out and had blonde hair and was just as attractive as her friends. She handed me the key smiling and red faced saying "it's all yours dude". As I hurried in and closed the door I could hear the girls behind the door burst out in laughter. My face was beet red from embarrassment but I was just glad to finally get access to a toilet.
I practically tore my pants off and jumped on the toilet wrecking havoc on it. I was in there for at least ten minutes unloading and blasting gas. Every couple weeks or so I usually get a bad IBS attack like this.
That was one of the more embarrassing bathroom moments I've had in quite a while but I'm at least glad I made it.
Keeping the thread alive from page 2408, here are two experience's from two different hospitals I was at that I alluded to in my last post. By the way, I like the flavor of the cast of characters in the stories of late! Thanks to all for the diverse experiences shared!
In the first hospital episode; I went to pick up a friend that was in for a day surgery procedure, and he was not on time to be released. Hanging around waiting, I grabbed some ice cream and read a bit. Not to long after,it was time to find the men's room for a nice load. I knew where the rest rooms were, as I walked by them walking from the surgery wing, I turned and went right in to a small, 2 stall, one urinal and sink configuration. The men's and women's room were right next to each other, the women's door strait ahead when you turn left from the corridor, and the men's room to the right, once you turn left from the corridor. Once you push the door open to the men's room, you are in an area that is small right in front of the first stall, with the handicapped stall next to that. That sets the stage for what unfolds. I walk in, I go directly into the stall in front of the door, even though I like the handicapped stall better, and get settled. Nice clean bathroom also, none the less, not long after did the bowl aquire most of a more personalized aroma! I sat there surfing, letting out a good load, I had to shit bad, I had gas, and a bit loose, and in waves. I think the ice cream didn't agree or something. A fellow came in for a second and left without doing anything, nothing flushed, then I heard activity in the women's room. A couple of toilets flushed and the sound of shoes clicking etc. I was sitting there and farting a bit, getting ready to start wiping up when the door opened and a girl asked if anybody was in there! I responded; yea, I will be done in a minute! The door closed and I started wiping a few times, and flushed, and washed up. I opened the door and a girl in her twenties?, was like right there with her cart and a rope closing off the bathrooms to the corridor. I smiled at her and apologized for her inconvience, but she was personable and smiled too, said it was no problem and asked me if anyone else was in there, I said no, and meandered by her and said sorry again and thanked her agian. I got out side and didn't have my car keys, so I hurried back there first, opened the door and she was cleaning the handicapped toilet, (she must have went there first as it was obvious I was in the other stall and left my scent! You can see right under the door too once you open it from the out side, there were no partitions) I wouldn't be surprised if maybe it was her the first time when I thought a man came in to pee or shit, but then left abruptly, who knows though as I didn't see anyone through the door crack. I digress a bit, back to the encounter; I apologized for the interruption l and mentioned that I didn't have my keys, could I check around, I went to the sink and she went to the other stall and they were on the toilet paper dispenser. She grabbed them and handed them to me with a big smile. I said thanks a million and have a great day, she was sweet and carried on. It was really weird how she was right at the door for a good bit while I was wiping after she opened the door while I was on the toilet still doing my business! She must have heard part of the ordeal and me wiping, when she opened the door inquiring if anyone was in there and seeing my pants down and sneakers in the stall from the main opened door! None the less, she was very kind, personable and professional! Soon I will post another experience not to far apart from this one on the time line of life. The next one was way more personal in the frame of proximity and interaction! A wild one in retrospect, but was also a pleasant experience, juxtaposed to that post on page 2408 at the restaurant! Keep up the great posts! Best, Steve
This morning I pooped in my underwear while watering my plants.
I live in an apartment on the second floor. This morning I felt the need to go to the bathroom, but decided I could wait until after I'd watered my plants out on the balcony. So, I went out, still in just a t-shirt and black underwear - a little risky in an apartment complex, but as far as I could see no one was around.
Out on the balcony, I squatted down to water one of the plants, and the need to go intensified. I could feel the poop starting to come out. In all honesty, I could have held it in with no trouble, so I don't know that this qualifies as a true "accident," but I really had to go. All I could think of was how easy it would be to just go now. As I was contemplating it, I was still doing nothing to try to hold it in. It was already coming out, and it would be so relieving to just let go. So, I did. The solid poop slid out into my underwear as I held the watering can over the plant. It formed a warm ball against my butt, sagging my underwear in the back.
When I was finished, I peed a little bit through my panties (it just came out out of habit). As I was going, a car drove by and I couldn't move. I was partially hidden behind a column in the middle of the balcony, but if anyone in the car was really looking they'd have had quite the show. Whoops!
Anyway, I finished watering the rest of my plants, waddling with poop in my pants, and then went inside to clean up.
To RobinI'm writing to you because your daughter's situation is very similar to mine as a teen. I'm a 22 year-old college senior and still a big pooper, but not to the same extent I was c. eight years ago. I'd manage a huge load on a daily basis and would often require the services of a plunger and several flushes to get my number twos down the drain (good for whomever it was that taught her to plunge; she's that more self-sufficient because of it!) If she's pooping every day and never complains about feeling crampy or having a stomachache or a sore butt it means she's not constipated and is just doing what her body needs her to do. It sounds like your doing a good job of raising her in a body shame-free environment and that's something that helps so much in raising a happy, healthy teenage daughter. In short, you've got nothing to worry about!
Gina's decisionIt was about 20 years ago when I finally saved up enough money to purchase my first car. I was the first in my group of four friends to own one and the others envied me for not having to borrow my dad's car.
Me, Gina, Marcie and Sammi would be out each weekend in my '72 Valiant. It was almost 20 years old, but it gave us a lot of freedom. We could visit several places to hang out on a given evening going to fast food places, movies, bowling and some other places to meet guys that we wouldn't tell our parents about.
Out of the four of us, Gina's bladder was different. We'd go into bathrooms as a group at Burger King, the movies, etc. Each of us would take our turn on the toilet. We'd always be able to go at least a little. That's with the exception of Gina. Some of us would pee up to three times in one evening. But with Gina it was different.
On Saturday evening we left at 6 p.m. and by midnight we had made several potty stops. At the movies we gave Sammi a hard time because she had just left the toilet from peeing. We washed our hands and were walking through the lobby to the movie when Sammi had to crap. So we went back in and gave her support when she had her legs spread, jeans at floor level, and we counted out loud the thuds we heard. It was all over with in a minute or less, but we gave her a hard time because she hadn't selected a stall with toilet paper. Gina stood outside the door and made Sammi stand up and jump a bit for the paper she needed.
Then after the late show, we decided to stop for tacos. It was after midnight, the dining area was closed, but the drive-up window was open. There must have been six cars ahead of us and at least that many pulling in behind us. Gina would start getting fidgety. We knew what that meant. Pee time. The supersized drink that she hadn't shared with us at the theater was giving her bladder problems. She agreed with us that the building was locked.
Gina, who was sitting on the right side of the back seat noticed that the building to our right, down a half-sized hill was a bank. There was a drive-in teller area and she noticed an ATM machine that she said she would pee next to. Before I could answer her, she flung the door open
and started stumbling wildly down the hill. Marcie shouted out that Gina had fallen and in her really short white shorts was still sliding to the bottom driveway. At that point, a bright security light went on and we knew Gina's pee wasn't going to happen.
Marcie ran down the hill, stumbling herself, and started helping Gina back to the car. Gina was crying as she was helped into the car. Her pee was soaking her shorts and Gina said there was blood coming from her butt where the rocks had cut two holes in her shorts. It was probably another five minutes before we got our food.
Sammi had a good suggestion. I would drive to a city park about six blocks away and we could eat there and clean Gina up. We knew there were toilets there because we had used them before. We got there. Laid our food bags out on the picnic table and we took Gina nearby to the bathroom. It was locked. We went to the other side of the building to the mens room. It too was locked.
Although Gina was in pain, she wanted us to eat there. We did. While we were talking, I remembered using the bathroom a couple of months before at a truck stop about a mile away. Gina agreed with my suggestion that we stop there so she could go in and clean herself up.
When we got there I was able to park right next to the door of the restroom. There were five doors each for a shower. Sammi, Marcie and I chipped in the money needed to activate the lock. There was a toilet, sink and behind a curtain, a tub and shower. Marcie started the shower while we were looking over Gina's skinned knee, very wet shorts and two slashes in them from which blood was coming from her butt.
Gina said she had to pee more. So we carefully helped her pull off her clothing. She seated herself on the white toilet seat. Her pee began right away and seemed to pick up after 30 seconds or so. Her white shorts were extremely wet and torn and messed up beyond repair. When she was done peeing and stood up, we could easily see a streak of blood about two inches long on each side of the toilet seat.
Marcie found nearby there was a lounge area for drivers and a laundry room. Luckily between us we were able to get the coins necessary for Marcie to run Gina's drenched underwear and shorts through the dryer.
I wiped the blood off the toilet seat before I sat down for my pee. Then Sammi she had more crap coming. So she took the seat and we could hear two or three plops onto the bowl. This time however she had ample toilet paper.
We all got home about an hour late. We were lucky our parents had gone to bed. Since my Valiant had leather seats, I just wiped Gina's seat down with a wet sponge the next morning. Gina wore jeans the next few days to cover up her injuries. But the girls in the PE locker room on Monday asked her questions about how she got injured. Her response was NOYB!
Re: constigirl & ShitEMTConstigirl,I was often REALLY constipated as a kid and have been again as an "older" adult. Fleets enemas never did much for me when REALLY constipated. My Mother always used warm water and/or soap suds enemas from a large bag and tried to get as much in me as she could without hurting me. I hadn't had on in years until about a year ago when I broke my hip and was on LOTS of pain meds. The nurse I had gave me a soap suds enema when a fleets fail to make me go. I sure cleaned me out.
ShitEMT, how long do you let Kate go without a BM? Rule in my house when I was her age was 3 days without a poop got me a warm water enema. If that didn't make me go (most often it did) then I got a soap suds. I actually came to like the warm water as it made going much less of a struggle and didn't hurt like passing some of my hardest BM's did.-- JW
In the back laneOne evening I looked out of my third floor bedroom window just in time to see someone come out of the door of an old garage opposite and walk over between two big motorbikes parked just up the lane.
Were this person pulled there black trousers down and go into a squat between them. In the poor light from a street light with its top in the trees I could just make-out the pale curve of a females bottom and see the ground going dark, It was the female friend of the man who rented the garage having a pee. I watched her finish with a bounce up and down before pulling her trousers up and go back into the garage.
Later when I looked out the window again the bikes had gone and I could see a big wet mark on the ground with a stream running a few feet down the lane.
Some weeks later I was on nights and on a sunny afternoon I looked out of my bedroom window to see a car parked were the bikes had been parked, as I look thinking if I could get my car out of my garage and past it there was a gust of wind witch blew there garage door wide open. And there sitting on a gallon ice cream tub with her knickers down was the female friend of the man who rented the garage, she tried to reach for the door but it was too wide, so she stood up giving me a great view of her brown patch of fur as she stepped sideways and grabbing the door closed in. A few minutes later the door opened and she came out with the tub and emptied her piss out into the grass beside the garage, then returned to the garage.
I got ready for work and got my car out of my garage and went on my way to work
I havent had the runs in about a week which is good so ive been regular. In my 6th hour we were working on a poster and i had the urge to poop ive had it all day but once id sit on the toilet it'd go away so i gave up. This time though it was ready, i excused myself from the group and went to my teacher to ask to go. I headed down and the first stall was taken someone was either on their phone or pooping, i took the last stall. I pulled down my pants and started peeing it was a good 15 second pee then it was time for my poop the top poked out then half way sled out i non forcefully pushed and nothing, it was stuck. So i just gave it a minute and nothing. Now i was getting frustrated so i pushed and it slide a little more but that was all. I wiggled a little and it came out with a echoing splash. I was done so i wiped and went to flush and realized i got one of those toilets with the weird flusher, i wiggled it up and down then it looked like it was gonna flush but it just came back up. I washed my hands and ran back to class the bell was about to ring it only took me 6 minutes thats really quick for me.
funny but serious questionThis question may be funny to some. But i am serious. I want to join the army, but one of my friends who has an older brother in the army told me that the drill sargeants do regular inspections of your underwear. He said they check your underwear on a daily basis to make sure they are clean, and any skidmarks or evidence of an accident are punished severely!Is this true? My friend has a weird sense of humor so I can't tell if he was joking or not. I hope he was joking though. I dont need everyone staring at my messed underpants. Anyone ever been in the army that can shed light on this?
Long-lasting constipation with rock hard shitI am often constipated.until now, I can not push out a piece of shit for 2 weeks. Although i have try two use enema fleet ( often i use three fleets but still cant poop because the turds are too big and dry). I can tell you every time i go, my shit is as big as a potato. But this time, i moan and almost cry everytime i try to strain but no help. I go into the toilet for an hour, sweating and grunting but it is very sad that there is nothing on the water.The head of the turd goes out of my asshole a bit but then goes back inside. I try to use my finger to pick some small balls out. But it is really hard. I always feel there is a coke in my ass whenever i sit. So i also put a lot of supposities in my ass to help me easier to poop. How can i poop more smoothly? I am kind of jealous of who can poop fast and well. Please help me
Pooping with MandySorry for all the posts tonight....just haven't been on in several days and I've had the opportunity to reminisce about some past experiences. Here's one from several years back. At the time we were living in a tiny apartment. The bathroom was a tiny little box with no windows and very claustrophobic, so my wife and I never closed the door when we used it. It was just totally natural and we thought nothing of it.
One night, Mandy, a good friend of ours, spent the night on the town with us and decided it would be better to spend the night on our couch than to drive home. I awoke in the morning with a familiar urge down below, and not thinking anything of it went to the bathroom and perched myself on the toilet. No sooner had I started peeing when Mandy walked into the bathroom. I quickly apologized for leaving the door open and stated how i forgot she was there. She laughed it off, said "come on now, we're buddies!" and sat down on the edge of the tub. "If you could make it quick though, I really have to go myself!" she said. Not wanting her to poop her pants, I quickly started to pushing. My first log came fairly slow, then finally fell with a large plop. I noticed Mandy's expectant eyes and said sorry there's some more. Thankfully the rest came at a quick pace and the wipe wasn't too bad.
As I stood up off the toilet Mandy was already lowering her pants and immediately placed her naked butt on the toilet. As I moved to the sink to wash my hands I heard a loud fart and massive crackling as she took a gigantic poop. Between the two of us the tiny enclosed bathroom was smelling quite ripe at this point. Mandy continued to alternate farts and plops for a time until she finally decided to wipe. As we were both a tad hungover we simply continued to chat during this whole scenario, not really thinking much of it. We were good friends after all. What's a poop amongst buddies?
I am backHi all! My name is Hailey. I have posted on here a while back ago, but I didn't really feel welcomed though. I am back now and I hope I get along well on here.
Having said that, Imogen - I really like your posts. We really share a lot in common! Please post any more stories you have.
Toilet car - I am wondering what happened next, pls post the next part.
More awkward poopsAs you may know if you read my posts, I'm pretty much an unashamed and open pooper, and actually for the most part enjoy sharing the experience with others. Sometimes, irregardless, things can become a bit awkward. One such instance happened back in high school . I was taking a walk after class in the adjoining park and felt the need to take a poop. As there was a bathroom in the park this was not an issue... I entered the room, which I had used before. It wasn't the greatest, but at least the stalls had doors. Unfortunately, they had no locks, they were just a wooden board that swung shut on a spring. So, pretty much if you were pooping you wanted to hold the bottom of the door to avoid someone waking in on you.
I entered a stall, pulled down my pants and took my seat. I noticed the sound of poop crackling out next to me and was happy that I had company. I relaxed and felt my butthole start to gently spread when suddenly I heard the shrieking of children's voices and a commotion in the room. I hadn't really been prepared to keep my door guarded and it suddenly swung open. Two little kids were standing in front of me pointing and laughing. "Look at him pooping!"...I yelled back "get out of here!" And tried to grab the door to no avail. They had it pulled all the way back and were yelling and laughing. At this point my butt was already releasing a big log, and I had raised myself off the toilet to try to grab the door from the intruders.
At this point, I guess upon hearing the commotion, the two little kids' mom runs into the room and starts yelling at them. She grabs them and pulls them back from the door, then looks me directly in the eye as I am still hovering over the seat and my log releases with a loud plop and splash. "I'm so sorry!" She says and pushes the door back toward me so I can close it. "It's ok, they're just kids" I manage to stammer as I pull the door shut. I settle back down and crackle out the rest of my poo, half amusedly wondering to myself how that attractive mom enjoyed watching me take a big poop. I finished up and wiped, and while exiting noticed that my neighbor was an acquaintance from school. He laughed and asked me what that was all about and all I could do was shrug and laugh. Strange experience overall but oh well, we all poop, right?
Holding Back a Big BMIts been a very long time since I posted. I'm trying to focus on something until I am ready to relieve myself. About a year or so ago I was really sick, horrible hacking cough and feeling incredibly weak. I occasionally leak urine if I laugh or sneeze, but this was bad since I was already feeling so poorly AND trying to drink as much fluid as I could. My husband got a pack of Depends Silhouette briefs for me so I wouldn't have to be constantly changing my panties and could just change the brief when I got up to go to the bathroom. He got a fairly large pack and I ended up getting better within the next few days, and did not end up needing more than 7 or 8. Since then I have occasionally held my pee until I was bursting and gone in one for fun (I got another pack) while I was alone. My husband wouldn't care at all it just seems like something I enjoy doing by myself on a day off.
I've been waiting to have a bowel movement in one, no reason it just hasn't happened. This past week I achieved a major professional goal so I decided I would treat myself and finally do it. Completely over did it on food and drink this weekend to celebrate and now it is early Sunday evening, my husband is going to help a friend in about a half hour and I have been holding back my bowel movement for the past 4 hours. I have a massive sense of fullness and really want to push, I feel like if I got into a squatting position right now I would lose control. I am sitting on the couch with my bottom pushed into the cushion. I know it is going to be a solid BM. I kind of have to pee too, and I am thinking I will probably start to pee when I finally poop which is what would happen if I was on the toilet. I went back proofread this and the urge seemed to double, all I want to do is push out my BM. He is getting ready to leave finally, hopefully I won't lose it taking off my clothes and getting into the brief. I also wanted to have a scented trash bag in the bathroom so I can dump the BM into the toilet and then get the dirty diaper out to the trash to limit any smell since I am having company later.
I will post again with an update.
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
New storyHi everyone, sorry I haven't managed to post for a while. A few days ago I was on my way back from a lecture at uni, I was on the bus when it got stuck in a major traffic jam, we found out later that there had been an accident. Typically I was already quite desperate for the toilet when I got on the bus, I'd been wanting a poo since part way through my lecture and I almost went to use the loos at the faculty building but ended up deciding to wait until I got home. As I was sitting there feeling a big poo moving closer to my bum I knew it wouldn't be long until it started to poke out into my knickers, and I was also starting to need a wee quite urgently to cap it all off!! There were a couple of girls in front of me wearing school uniform, they looked like they were about 15 and as I was sitting there I overheard the blonde one talking to her redhead friend, she said something like "Maddie, I really need the loo, I don't think I can hold on too much longer!" Maddie said "I'm getting pretty desperate too, Hannah, do you need both or is it just a wee?" "Both, I'm afraid," replied Hannah. "You too?" Maddie nodded and bit her lip. She said in a whisper, "I started to want a poo during last lesson so I'm not too desperate for that yet, but I'm bursting for a wee, I'll wet my knickers if I have to wait much longer!" Hannah whispered back, "I've been needing a poo since this morning, I should have used the toilet at lunch break but I just didn't get chance so I kept it in but I don't think I can hold it much longer now. I can't poo my pants at my age, what am I going to do?!" She turned to look at her friend and I noticed that she was close to tears, I felt really sorry for her, although to be honest I was in pretty much the same situation! Suddenly Maddie said, "I know, I think theres a park round the corner from here and I'm pretty sure there are loos there, shall we get off and go and see?" "Oh God I hope you're right," said Hannah, I could see she was trying hard not to cry. My own need was getting worse, I was having to clench my bum to stop my poo from poking out in my knickers and my poor bladder was really aching. I remembered I was wearing plain white knickers so I really hoped I wouldn't end up with skidmarks! The girls got up and walked down the aisle and I followed, it was embarasing feeling that the whole bus was watching us get off, it was quite obvious why we were going from the way all three of us were walking! Hannah glanced back and saw me following them as we stepped onto the pavement, I said "Sorry, I couldn't help overhearing that you know where some loos are, I'm really desperate too!" Hannah managed a weak smile, she gestured at Maddie and said "I just hope she's right!" Just then we went round a corner and Maddie said "There you go!" as we saw some railings and a park on the other side, we all heaved a sigh of relief, especially as we could see what looked like a toilet block set among some trees. We walked towards it as fast as you can when you have a full bladder and a poo trying to poke out of your bum, by the way Hannah was walking I could see she wasn't exaggerating about how desperate she was. As we reached the entrance to the loos we couldn't believe it- there was a padlocked gate barring the way. Closed at 4 in the afternoon!! I looked over at Hannah, she was starting to cry. She said "My poo's poking out in my knickers, I can't stop it, what am I going to do?" I said "Right, lets go round the back, we'll just have to squat down, I can't hang on much longer either. I know its going to be a bit embarasing but anythings better than having an accident." I led Hannah and Maddie around the back of the toilet block which fortunately was pretty well secluded from view by trees and bushes. They put their bags down and Maddie started to rummage round in hers, I guessed getting some tissues to wipe with. Hannah was to my left and Maddie was on my right, they were both facing away from me but I was slightly behind them so I had a pretty good view of what was going on. I wasted no time in pulling up my skirt and dropping my white knickers, as I squatted down and started to wee Hannah hitched up her grey school skirt, blushing crimson. For a second I thought she must be wearing a thong as I saw her bare bum cheeks, but as her skirt rose higher I realised she was actually wearing normal knickers (plain white ones as well!) which had just got stuck up her bum really badly, to be honest my knickers go up my bum alot too so I know the feeling!! Once Hannah had tucked her skirt up she eased her knickers down and then she squatted too, I could see a thick brown log already poking out of her bum. By now Maddie had found a packet of tissues which she laid on the ground beside her and then she lifted her skirt, she was wearing pink knickers with yellow and blue flowers which were also stuck up her bum a bit, she pulled them down and then squatted down as well, and more or less straight away I heard her wee stream spattering down into the dirt and the sound of her moaning with relief. After I'd finished my wee I screwed up my toes in my shoes and started to push, I felt my log coming out slowly. I looked over in Hannah's direction, her log had come out a bit more and just then I heard her grunting as she strained, it was no wonder she needed to grunt with the size of the log she was passing, it was enormous! I did some hard pushes and made some grunts of my own which hopefully made her feel better, luckily that did the trick and I pushed my first log out. Maddie stayed squatting after her wee so by now all three of us were having a poo! I could feel another log starting to poke out of my bum, Hannah was still battling to pass her first massive log and she was red in the face and looking away from me. I felt my log slide out slowly as I pushed, just then I heard a loud grunt and some panting, I looked over at Hannah and saw that she had managed to pass a massive poo which lay coiled on the ground under her bum. I then looked the other way and saw Maddie bearing down and a poo poking out of her bum as well! My second log dropped and I felt empty, I finished with a dribble more wee as Maddie's log fell from her bum, I looked over towards Hannah as I could hear she had started grunting again, I could see another really fat log coming so she obviously wasn't done yet! I asked Maddie if I could borrow one of her tissues and she chucked me the packet, as I took one out I saw Maddie's log dropping and straight away another one starting to poke out. I wiped my bottom and then pulled my knickers back up and let down my skirt, Hannah's second log was still only part way out and she was panting and grunting alot as just like her first one it was really fat. "Er… right, I'll leave you to it," I said, handing the tissues back to Maddie, she and Hannah both flashed me an embarased smile as I walked back towards the park, I hoped they wouldn't be there much longer! Hope you enjoyed this story, I'll try to post again soon, bye for now!!
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