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Clogged Toilets Pt. 3

Hello everyone! This is the conclusion on clogged toilets. But first, some replies.

To K: Liked your story! It's nice that you went poop at school with your friend next to you. I've done that more than a couple of times, sometimes intentionally, as a kind of practice to get over my shyness. When I was your age, I would never have done that. Fortunately, if it's a friend I trust, I have no problem these days.

To Angela: Cool story about you clogging the toilet at your grandmother's! Must have been embarrassing indeed! Fortunately I don't recall someone having that experience because of one of my poops! Looking forward to more posts of yours.

To Anonymous College Guy: Yes! I do remember you. I'm not sure when you first started posting, but I believe it was during the second half of 2012 (or at least that's when I think I first identified you… you could have posted sooner or later, but I think it's around that period). I first discovered this sight I believe 8 or so years ago, then would read it occasionally, and then I decided to start posting in 2008. You can find some of my posts in pages 1713 up to the mid 1800's. After that I only posted 2 or 3 times, but I've always kept reading. I usually only post when there is a post I can really identify with, or because someone asks questions that I can answer with my own experience. But the important thing is that I do keep reading, and I really like when older posters who have not posted in a long time come back and say hi. So yes, glad to see you back. Answering your questions: I think my friend kind of did it as a natural reaction, kind of like I had done it with his before at my place. You also asked about if we realize thousands or millions of people poop at the same time. I've had that realization a couple of times, but what I often wonder about is if one of my best friends is crapping at the moment, haha. So if I have the time, I wonder about how many other people are possibly doing it too. And specific comments on your experiences: cool that the first guy was able to poop while on the phone. I've never been able to do that, although I don't try it either. I either push my load out or talk, but I can't do both at the same time. And the second guy… lol, hahaha. I've never heard someone that loud before. Looking forward to more posts of yours =)

To Tristan: Great story =) I would imagine that yes, even if it's your home, one more time of clogging the toilet can be embarrassing, especially if it's somewhat common. After all, I also would not want to be known as the person in the family who keeps clogging it! As you'll see from this post, I believe these experiences of a toilet that cannot handle big poops and the big poops themselves contribute to the problem.

So this experience was several years later, when I was 17 or 18. I might have posted about it already, but I don't remember. I had come home from school after going to the gym as well, and nobody else was home except for my younger brother. Because there was no food already prepared, we ordered some hamburgers. I was already beginning to feel a certain fullness in my intestines, but it had not yet translated into an urge to use the bathroom. I ordered 2 big hamburgers because, despite that fullness, I was really hungry, maybe going to the gym had something to do with it. After they had arrived and we had eaten them, I was expecting to get the need to go to the bathroom, but nothing happened then. My brother went upstairs and I stayed downstairs working on a project. I would have normally have gone upstairs to do my homework, but this time it was something which I had to do on cardboard, so the table in the dining room gave me enough space to work. While I was working on my project, I remember being quite aware of the fullness in my intestines, and how that fullness feeling began disappearing from my lower abdomen on the left side and a strong need to poop was starting to develop instead. But it was a slow transition. It must have taken around half an hour before the urge was strong enough, and by then I had already been working for about an hour or so. Well, I decided to take a break and go to the bathroom. I went upstairs and went inside my bathroom, closed the door behind me and as I was about to pull my pants and underwear down, I noticed there was no toilet paper. I went out again and asked my brother, and he said mom and dad said they would go to the supermarket to buy some stuff in the evening, among them toilet paper. But he said that there was still toilet paper in our parents' bathroom and also in the guest bathroom downstairs. And, in any case, he said I could use napkins. Now, my plan was to go to the downstairs bathroom and grab some toilet paper and get back to my bathroom, but once down there, I decided that I did not want to go upstairs again. So instead of grabbing some toilet paper, I just closed that bathroom's door behind me and proceeded to do my thing.

I pulled down my pants and underwear down, and sat down on the toilet. I relaxed and began peeing, and at the same time the head of the turd started to come out. I kind of let it stretch my hole for a bit while I finished peeing, and then began pushing it out. This one was also big. As it was coming out I instinctively let out some groans because it felt so good while coming out. As this was my own house and nobody else was nearby, I didn't feel the need to be as quiet as usual. After 15 or so seconds of it coming out the first fat piece dropped, but I still needed to go. The second one was not as thick as the first one, and it came out easily, and with that, I was done. I began wiping and after I had finished I looked at what I had produced. The first piece was 10 or so inches, and it was smooth, but it was also fatter than usual. The second one was about half of its size. And with that, I decided to flush. What I had not realized yet was that this bathroom apparently was not able to handle poops as fat as those. I don't really know how to describe the toilet design, but it was "flatter" than the toilet in the bathroom I normally use, and the flush was not as powerful as in my toilet. Because this bathroom I usually used it to pee, and very rarely to poop, it is possible that on the previous instances when I did poop the turds were not as fat as this one. When I flushed, the water pressure was very slow and the poop and toilet paper kind of swirled and the paper went down first, then my smaller poop but the big one stopped the process. It kind of just stuck there in the drain and refused to move. Fortunately for this one, I had the plunger right there, and also had more experience to know how to handle the situation. I think I struggled for like 10 minutes or so with several maneuvers with the plunger to unclog the toilet, but finally it went through. I stayed there for a while and the flushed a second time just to make sure it had actually worked, and it had! From this experience, I learned that I should not use that toilet except in the case of an emergency when I need to poop, and to try to flush my waste first just in case. I have stilled pooped there a couple of times, but I try to avoid it now to avoid a clogging problem.

Fortunately, now that I live on campus most of the year, I do not have to worry that much about clogging. The dorms' and campus' toilets have good flushing mechanisms =) These are not all the occasions I have clogged the toilet, but I would say they are representative instances of that issue.

This post is getting long, so I'll leave the pushing techniques for another occasion, Tristan. They might actually help you when you're constipated. Hope you liked it and to everyone, keep posting!

End Stall Em

Answers to Sonya Sue's questions

1. What do I take into consideration when I go into a stall and have to make a decision as to whether I will cover or not cover the seat?

I really don't cover the seat when I'm in public places. I take an end stall, seat myself, and go about my business. Rarely, if the seat is white and I see something like pubic hair over the front, I will flick it off before seating myself. Once last month at a pro baseball game, a hover pisser immediately before me had splashed the seat pretty bad. I noticed there was no toilet paper to wipe it off with and since I was taking a crap, I gave the stall up and moved one stall over. Interestingly, three others hurried in and sat in the pee as I crapped next door. One blasted a good poo, but didn't ask me to pass her any toilet paper. I know she couldn't have wiped.

2. Covering the seats--is it fair to say the guys may worry about that more than the girls who sit down several times a day?

Yes, I believe that to be true. I remember in middle school and high school, too, that some of the guys I knew tried to hold their craps until they got home from school, the mall, etc. I just found it to be so amusing that they would spend so much anxiety over a non-issue. Like they're not going to get Ebola, an STD, lice or leprosy from 2 or 3 minutes of contact on a toilet seat.

3. Does what your parents taught you back when influence your attitudes toward public toilets today? How much of an influence are friends?

Back when I was about 4 or 5 and my dad would take me out a lot to movies, shopping, baseball games, etc., he would take me into the mens room, spread paper over the seat, and then have me sit on it. More than once, he left the stall for the one next door and I would hear him plop his butt down on the seat and start blasting away. A couple of times he didn't even look for toilet paper before sitting, and I had to pass toilet paper under the stall to him. Once, when doing that, since my arms were so short, I had to get down from the toilet in order to pull the paper off and pass it to him. Then I got frustrated because half my seat papers fell off and the other side was stuck to me. I went next door to see dad and there he was crapping away (very smellingly, by the way)and he tried to tell me that he was sitting on toilet paper. Like I wasn't stupid! I don't know of any friends that cover the seat or hover. A couple will wipe the seat off before sitting on it.

4.Does having a ready-made seat protector/ass gasket in a dispenser influence my decision?

No. And as I sit doing my thing, I don't know that I've ever heard more than one or two of the others in stalls near me pull the lever down and tear their paper off.


To Red and Tara

Red,That's very resourceful! Thankful you did not have an accident!

Tara, Welcome! I am so sorry about your accident and hope you are OK!




to BrentC

Hey Brent, thanks for responding to me! For some reason, I've always been comfortable pooping at school--my earliest memory of doing it is in 1st grade. I guess I've never cared that much haha.

The last time I had to use a suppository, I used a regular old glycerin suppository from Walgreens. That's really the only kind I have now. There are some in the bathroom at home, but no one uses them except for me lol. I seem to be the only one in my family who gets constipated. Or at least, constipated badly enough to want to use a suppository. It only took a few minutes to work and I found it pretty effective. I've heard of Dulcolax, but I heard they're a bit more harsh--maybe if I didn't go for several days I'd consider using one like that.

Right now I don't use a suppository more than a few times a year. Other bad bouts of constipation I can fix with metamucil--they don't seem to be quite bad enough to use a suppository. I get constipated a few times a month. But usually I don't have to take anything...I just end up pushing out a pretty big hard poop every now and then lol



A long time ago,I had let a roommate move into my apartment. It was a studio apartment with one living room,one kitchen,and one bathroom. The kitchen table was right next to the bathroom.About 2 feet away. One morning I was eating breakfast at the table,and my roommate,and I were talking. We were getting along,having a nice conversation,and laughing too. At that moment he went into the bathroom.I thought he was going to pee,but then I heard him fart once in the toilet. I was shocked. I wasn't grossed out even hearing this while eating,but only shocked because I thought he was going to pee.It was all I could think about for awhile. He would always shit in the morning.

One late morning,I came home after leaving earlier that same moring. I had to use the bathroom to pee. When I went to use the toilet,I was shocked,grossed out,and even mad. I found out that my roommate had explosive diarrhea,and completely splattered the inside of the toilet bowl with shit!EEWWW! I said damn it out loud! I didn't say anything to him about it even though I should have. I just cleaned the toilet later even though I should of made him do it! You think he would have the curiosity to clean it after doing that. Yes,he was a guest in my apartment,and was sick with diarrhea,but he still should have cleaned it!

There was another time when he really stinked up the bathroom,and I walked into the bathroom right when he was walking out!WHEW! The smell was terrible! I wanted to say PHEW,but I still didn't say anything because I didn't want to be rude to my guest. If you have to go,you have to go. At least he was curtious enough this time to leave the fan on even though it didn't help.

I got tired of him shitting on the toilet seat all the time,and I got tired of cleaning it too. I told him after a couple of times,but he kept doing it.Finally,I took the seat off the toilet. I think he got the picture after that. Later on,I threw him out!


Sonya Sue's survey questions

To K: When you and Ellie pooped together did each of you wipe or line the seat with paper before you sat on it? Why or why not?

To Nathan: That was so bad that Grandad said what he did. Sometimes people talk without thinking. When I was in 4th grade, a family with a daughter in my class took care of me after school was out and until my parents got off work. She and I walked into the living room after school one afternoon and her mother in front of five or six adults, plus me told her to go to the bathroom and do her "10". (That meant sit on the toilet for 10 minutes before we went out to play!). She started to cry and shot back at them right away that she had pood after recess and for them to leave her alone saying something about showing them her underwear which was soiled because the bathroom ran out of toilet paper.

Sonya Sue's questions--

1--What do you take into consideration when you go into a public stall and whether you will cover the seat or not? When you see so many seats dripping with pee for most of the day, I feel the decision is easy. Although I'm trying to be a little more accepting of sitting directly on the toilet seat, I'm having problems adapting.

2--Is it fair to say that the guys may worry about the question more than the ladies who sit down several times each day? From what I'm reading on this board, females may be cleaner because they sit. For us guys, we see a large number of pee-ers who won't lift the seat before peeing. But also, some don't even try to aim and some even spray the side panels. You can tell because the paint is rusting off.

3--Does what your parents taught you back when you were trained to use a public toilet influence you today? What about the habits of your friends? Yes. As for the other guys' attention of those who do it differently like sitting to piss and covering the seat with a toilet paper liner, well that's the problem. If you're different you stand out and you regret it.

4--Does having a ready-made seat protector/ass gasket ready in a dispenser in a cubicle influence your decision? We don't have them at school, but I've used them at the airport and a couple of times at gas stations. Most of the guys, however, don't take the time to use them.

John (not Jihad)
On Monday of this week, I needed to go into the supermarket as I was near to running out of coffee, on my way to work. Shower, shave, pee, when I got up, but I needed another 15 minutes before my 'Number 2' was ripe. I knew that when I got to the supermarket, I would have the urge. I was ready to 'go', and went into the male facilities, There are 2 cubicles, one was occupied, because the door was definitely locked. The other one looked as if it wasn't lock, so I opened the door, only to see a guy sitting with his trousers round his ankles. Another guy came out of the other cubicle, so I went in there, and in no time I was sitting on the toilet, having a wee first.

I didn't speak to the guy in the other cubicle. By this time he was swiping his bottom, from the rustle of paper. Then I could tell he was pulling his trousers up, and doing up his belt. Then he flushed.

When he opened the door, I opened mine, and apologised for bursting in on him. He said 'It's OK, mate - I hadn't locked the door properly.'

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Red great story about your big poop in that pot it sounds like you were pretty desperate at least you didnt have an accident and it was good that your manager was so understanding and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Hayley C grest about your big poop it sounds like you really had to go and it sounds like your friend did as well and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Tara great story and yep karma will getcha at some point but im betting that will be something you and your sister can look back on those events later in life and maybe get a laugh from it and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Karen C great story and as the saying goes you took a gamble an lost but at least you didnt have a full blown accident and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


To Jry

I meant in my post that in public, my urges tend to be nonexistent, unless I'm in a familiar setting such as school.

This one is of particular interest for Sonya Sue I would think!

I was in a shop the other day and needed to have a wee, so I popped into their ladies loos. One of the two cubicles was taken so I went into the other. As I pulled my skirt and knickers down I heard a loud plop from my neighbour, so I knew she was making a poo. I sat down and saw her feet under the cubicle. I couldn't see her knickers and she seemed to be standing up, presumably squatting, not wanting her bum to contact the seat but still needing to release her poo. I did my wee and I heard another plop, that sounded very loud again. She wiped and left after flushing. I finished my wee a minute later and left, but I didn't see who it was who had been hovering. I peeked into her cubicle, but unlike in Sonya's story, there were no marks or bits of poo on the seat or anything, and she had flushed her load after she finished. It just seems that some people are really inconsiderate I guess!



Tara. Thanks for sharing your experience and that of Anna, your sister. I think your experience in particular is proof - if proof were needed - that you're never too old to have an accident. I'm 52 and the last time I filled my pants five years ago when I was 47. It wasn't intentional or, for thar matter, expected. In the event I farted and got rather more than I bargained for - and not for the first time either!

Michael you make some interesting observations about both flushing and pooing. For what it's worth I think there's more flushing of toilets nowadays because modern toilets are designed to flush using relatively small amounts of water and consequently two or three attempts at flushing are sometimes necessary where one sufficed in the old days. With the real old fashioned toilets there was usually a good strong flush, the effectiveness of which was enhanced by it being delivered at height, the cistern generally being on a high bracket. It was quite literally a case of pulling the chain. Those sorts of toilets are quite rare now. A few years ago a local church decided to have a toilet installed in the vestry, having somehow managed without one for 700 plus years. Needing a pee whilst there, I chanced to use it, and had to press the button on the cistern three times in order to shift the evidence of my visit. It would have been quicker and easier to nip behind one of the sturdy yew trees in the churchyard. Needless to say I was highly thankful I'd not done a #2! As regards pooing and the variations in quantities our output varies due to a range of different factors. However I think as we get older we tend on the whole to eat less and we naturally enough poo less.

BRENTC!!!!!!! Welcome back!!! I loved your stories, how have you been feeling?!?! Are you still constipated a lot???

Thursday, May 21, 2015


Response to Siford's Questions & Embarrassing Story

I'm glad you enjoyed my post!

1) if I could rate them between 1-10, I would probably go with 8. The stalls and floors are generally clean but the stalls are rather small and have pretty large gaps at the hinges of the doors, which make it sort of uncomfortable to go in. They also lack seat covers, which I would normally used when provided, but won't bother with if it's just TP as an option. They also only have ahand dryers and no paper towels. I'd rate it on level or above other school toilets I've used and above sports arena toilets.

2) I'll pee at school once a day or so. There are times where I actually won't pee at school and times where I will pee twice; it sorta just fluctuates.

3) im not sure on the exact number but I would say less than 20, realistically like 13-15 times since August.

4) when I go to the bathroom in a public toilet my eye will wander to the next stall by default. I'm not sure if it explicitely interests me but it is fun to get an idea for what the person next to me is wearing when she goes for a pee or poo.

5) I've never been in a situation at school in my years there where there's a lack of paper, so that's nice. The TP, however, is relatively cheap and thin, making it more wipes than what one may be accustomed to. It gets especially annoying after a pee, when you get some urine on your fingers after a wipe with a single sheet or two.

6) as mentioned before my eyes wander naturally in the bathrooms for some reason. I will definitely notice the girls next to me in the queue as they go in, remembering their look as i inadvertently hear their expulsions. I pay less attention to sounds of girls in the stalls as I wait, but definitely notice them comin out. It's also hard not to notice the smells they make. Matching a face with an odor emanating from a stall they walked out of brings my mind to thinking what they ate that day!

7) i would say about 60%. Sure, it's a majority, but still a little unsettling for my tastes lol.

As promised, I return with a rather embarassing story involving my summer job.

Every summer for the last two years I have taken up a job at a flower shop in the less urban part of my area. I tend to flowers, help customers with questions, ring them up at the desk, all that stuff. My brother worked theirs before I did and, subsequently, got me a part-time job in my freshman year of high school.

Most of the time my work went relatively smoothly, no hiccups or business (the shop is rather small and doesn't get a ton of traffic. One July afternoon I felt a slight urge to poop. During my freshman year I had a weird, short-lived phase of holding my poop. The phase was short lived due to this moment. I had been holding for around a day and a half and it was the first time I had felt the urge to go in that span. The store was small and, thus, had a single unisex toilet. I was watering the flower displays inside about two hours into my shift when my second urge hit. This urge was much greater than the last one, and it brought with it a small bout of gas. Without being able to catch it I let out what I would call an offensive smelling SBD. Even though there was no one in the store, I was mortified. From this moment on I was especially vigilant of any urges I would feel and was ready to clench and hold them back.

With an hour left in my shift I felt the most powerful urge to crap that I had ever remembered feeling. I instantly tensed up and crossed my legs in an attempt to quell it, but it refused to subside. There was a single customer in the store, and my manager, I assumed, was in the back doing inventory of pots and soil. I called out to the customer that I was stepping away for a moment and that if she had any questions to just ring the bell at the front desk, where someone will reach her as soon as possible. She nodded in agreement as i waddled as gracefully as I could to the bathroom in back. I grabbed the knob only to find it locked. I heard the sound of my manager's voice from behind the door.

"Sorry, Red. I'll be out as soon as i can." she sounded pained and afterwards I heard her let out a breathy grunt. I figured in her state that I wouldn't make it in time for her to finish without a log in my jeans so I had to think fast. I turned and entered the inventory closet, where we kept our non-plant merchandise. I looked around desperately for something to defecate in. I was reluctant to use merchandise but I knew I was on a timer that was quickly dwindling down. So, regretfully, I snagged a larger pot from the inventory shelf and set it in front of me. I quickly pulled down my jeans and white panties and sat, my back facing the door to the closet.

Instantaneously I let out a thunderous fart followed by the crowning of a huge turd. I sighed in relief as the log nearly fell out of me and into the clay pot. It was immediately followed by another burst of flatulence and another log. The two of them were probably around 8 inches apiece and thicker than my usual logs. After the second poo finished I pushed out a small load of soft poop which covered up my first two abominations. I gave a cautionary push and felt I was empty. I went to wipe with a tissue from my pocket when I heard the door creak open. It was my manager! I immediately went red in the face as her eyes widened at the sight of the titanic load I left in the flower pot. I teared up and started fervently apologizing, pleading that she not tell anyone and bartering with deeds and pay cuts and favors, anything to keep this scene away from anyone and everyone.

To my surprise, it was my manager who apologized. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you needed to go this badly. I figured you only had to pee or something like that." From there she told me that she wouldnt tell anyone and that she would replace the pot. She saw my still red and tear-ridden face and giggled, "Good thing there's a ton orn fowers out there," she said, "because if there weren't I'd guess anyone past this door could smell this! What did you eat?" Her words managed to get a legitimate laugh out of me, but this is still by far the most embarrassing poop-related moment of my life. Luckily the manager was so understanding, because anywhere else I would have probably been out on my butt lol.

Hayley C
Hi all. Sorry it's been a while since I posted. I've been very busy with school lately. Anyway, I have a story from this weekend. I stayed over at my friend's house on Friday night, and I have a story about that.

We had a late dinner and afterwards, my friend said she had to poop. I was a bit worried because she only has one bathroom and it was getting close to my usual time to poop too. She went off to the bathroom and after about 15 minutes she still wasn't out. I was starting to need to go then, but I figured she'd be out soon. Well, I was wrong. 10 more minutes went by and I had to go very badly at that point. I went to the bathroom and knocked on the door, asking my friend if she was about done. She replied, "Yes... nnnhh... almost done."

I could hear her wiping shortly after that and then a flush. Another flush shortly after and she opened the door. She apologized, saying she'd clogged the toilet, and she'd try to unclog it. I told her I had to go too badly to wait, and I laughed as I said I'd take care of it when I was done clogging it more.

My friend had pooped a ton of small turds making a big pile, and I could see why it wouldn't flush. My friend left the bathroom and I sat down and took off my pants and underwear. I started pooping right away. A big, thick turd stretched my butthole wide. It was really long too. It felt really good coming out. Because I was pooping into an already quite full bowl, I had to push more than usual to get the turd to keep coming.

The turd grew to be incredibly long before finally coming to an end. I almost never have just one turd, so I stayed sitting for a bit to see if there was more, but that was all. I stood up to examine my poop. I could see my fresh turd, a much lighter brown than my friend's poop. It was shaped like the letter S, stretching from the top of the bowl to the bottom, but then at the end it curved around about half of the outside of the bowl. It was a really impressive turd. I guess that's what my typical poop looks like if it comes out as all one turd. Hehe.

I wiped my butt and then set to unclogging the toilet. Between my friend's poop and my huge turd, the toilet was thoroughly destroyed. I won't describe the process, but I will say that it took a long time and a lot of work with the plunger and the toilet brush, but I got all of our poop to go down.

Well, that's my story. Hope you all enjoyed it.

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to evie

Great story about going in your car. Please share any future car experiences!



Well they say everyone poops, and some more pessimistic folks like to even say everyone poops their pants at some point. After reading through a lot of the posts here and after what me and my sister experienced, I'd have to say I agree with the pessimistic folks lol...sorry to anyone it hasn't yet happened to, because it will.

my sister anna is 2 years younger than me. When I was in 11th grade and she was in 9th we were on the bus going home from school. Anna was in the seat behind me sitting by herself. She was being quiet and keeping to herself even though she was usually talkative on the way home. I could hear her breathing funny at one point and I glanced over the seat at her and she had a worrisome look on her face and was holding her stomach. I asked her what her problem was, and without saying anything she just covered her mouth with her hand and started crying. I was like "hey! What's wrong with you?" And she just shook her head no and waved at me to look away. That's when I noticed the could tell it wasn't a fart, the smell had this weight and this presence to it that you knee it was fresh poop. I could hear a muffled crackling noise coming from between her butt and the bus seat. My 15 year old sister was pooping her pants on the bus. It only took a minute or two for people nearby to notice. The smell combined with the fact that she was crying pretty much clued everyone in to the fact that she pooped in her pants. People kept staring or stealing glances at her here and there, giving looks of disgust or pity, and some of amusement. People mumbled and whispered to each other. I felt bad for her, but at the same time like a mean older sister I also thought it was a little funny. When we got off the bus she made me cover for her and walk behind her. She was a mess, she had navy blue leggings on and they just had a dark, lumpy and partially squished bulge across the seat and a stain going up along her crack, it was a really obvious accident and she had no shirt or jacket to cover it with.

When. We got off the bus I proceeded to tease her and make fun of her the whole walk home, and she cried more and was very mad at me for the next few days. I continued to bring it up occasionally and tease her about it and remind her of it, and even made fun of her with other kids on the bus, who brought a bucket on the bus with a cardboard toilet seat and put it in the seat where anna usually sits. She was obviously upset about it but I didn't defend her.

Well, fast forward to today, now I'm 23. That incident was years ago but I still have referenced it and reminded her of it from time to time. On at least a fee occasions she said "it'll happen to you some day" and I just ignored her while secretly having a moment of dread imagining what I would do if I ever found myself in that situation.

Well, unfortunately I found out last work. It was awful... I work in customer service at a dept store. I'm usually alone the two nights I close. Last night when I got there I was feeling a bit uneasy, and I knew my stomach was a bit off. I had a few cramps throughout my shift where I felt like I needed to poop, but I ignored it because I can't leave the desk uncovered, and I just planned to poop when my manager came up to cover my break. So the whole time I just have this constant, dull feeling of needing to poop that I'm trying to ignore, that every once in a while gets really intense and hard to hold in when I get a cramp. I had 45 minutes until break and while I was starting to feel a little anxious from the discomfort, I wasn't worried at all about not making it until break.

I started helping a customer who had a complicated issue with a receipt that I was having to research in the computer. As I was standing there at the computer, another cramp hit me, and I had to clench really tight to keep from losing it. I held on, but there was something different about this wasn't just fading like the persisted, causing it to become painful to keep clenching. My cheeks quivered under the pressure and this wave of terror washed over me as I realized that I was going to poop my pants. My clench released abruptly as soft, warm poop gushed out into my panties and my jeans with one big push. I just felt the warmth of it spread right up the back of my pants... after the initial release, I then proceeded to load my jeans even more as I stood there pretending to still be researching the customer issue. I started shaking as I couldn't believe I'd just had an accident in my pants ar work. I apologized to my customer and told her I needed to get my manager, so I had to page him overhead. My voice sounded shaky on the page, it was embarrassing... he finally got to service a few mins later and I at first just told him the customers receipt issue, all the while he was just staring at me wondering why it smelled like shit in the cs area. After I explained that to him I also sheepishly asked to be excused because I had an accident. He gave me this look like "are you kidding?" And he looked at the back of my pants. He was quiet a second then just said "yeah. Go." And shook his head. so embarrassing!!!

As fate would have it...I get home (still at my parents house) still in my loaded jeans and who is home from college today? Waiting to greet me at the door? Yep, my sister anna.... so, yeah. she had fun with that...I had it coming.


Answer to Tlana


I did tell my dad about me getting the 4 hour Saturday detention for taking too long in the boys room with my crap which was interrupted by the vice principal when the fire alarm went off. Since my dad works in government, he took the school's side and said that schools or even businesses can be shut down if people don't take the fire alarms seriously. He said the vice principal probably had several bathrooms to check in a short period of time and that's why he was so mean to me. And with stuff exploding upstairs, OK I kind of understand where he's coming from. With lots of firecrackers and other pranks happening the last month of school, I doubt there's going to be any doors put back on the guys stalls or more toilet paper put out. Dad says the best thing to do is to avoid using the bathrooms, but we know how that goes. My mom also received an email from the administration, too. She says nothing has changed since the class of '88 (hers) graduated.


Grandads Embarrasing Question

It was nice weather here in the uk last week and i had been sitting with my friend all day in her garden just lying in the sun.
When it got to around 6pm i decided to make my way home and call in my local pub for a drink(you can drink alchohol at 18 in the UK).The pub is up at the top of the hill just near where i live.I entered the pub and was met by my grandad who was just turning round from the bar with a pint of his favourite beer.
When he saw me his first words were"eeh hellow Nathan,your lookin a bit red in the face have you done yer bob bo or something.Typical of my Grandad he just says what he wants,everyone standing around was listening and they all sniggered.Made me feel a right fool at the bar.But i thought if you'd have asked me that last week Grandad you may have been right, see my post on page 2459.
He must still think i'm about 5 in my diapers when he my gran and my parents used to check me to see if i needed changing.
Has anyone else had that where one of the members of your family has said something to others that you don't want them to hear,like telling the family that you had a accident.
I remember vividly my great aunt telling my mother that my cousin
Stephen had pooped his pants very bad in the playground at school and because he lived close to the school had been made to walk home to get cleaned up.All this was in earshot of me.Stephens mum(my auntie)had told my great aunt and she had told all the family along with all the other gossip she used to prattle on about whe she visited.

Angela B

To Adam

Yes, most of the girls at my work go poop and are very open about their bathroom habits. Usually at the end of work everyday, every girl that works with me is in evry stall farting, pooping, having diaheria, and peeing.

Karen C.

Crapped on my Sofa

Hi gang, thought you readers might find this amusing. I sharted on my sofa yesterday after I got home from work.

You see, when I first get home from work the first thing I do is get undressed and sit in front of the t.v. with a cold drink to cool off and relax before fixing supper. I just thought I had to pass some gas, but this gas brought company. It wasn't too bad, just a thin line of poop that made a stain on my blue sofa. Wouldn't have been a problem had I been wearing granny panties, but I was wearing a lacy thong when it happened.

Went to the bathroom, sat on the throne and pushed out the rest (liquidy--I guess the Subway I'd eaten for lunch didn't agree with my stomach--had a six inch turkey on whole wheat with swiss and jalapenos with extra lettuce and tomato, and a diet soda), then went back to clean up the sofa. First I wiped the stain with paper towels then sprayed it with a product called Tuff Stuff, followed that with a nylon bristle brush, then a damp towel, then a concoction I make myself consisting of one part Clorox to nine parts water in an old spray bottle, to kill germs. Followed that with a dry paper towel and sprayed Lysol over the area for good measure.


Inca toilet

One year ago. Hiked the Inca trail. One morning, after constipation for a couple of days, I got a strong urge to open my bowels. No toilet. Went behind a small hill. Lowered my shorts squatted and let go. Just finished and about to wipe when one of the woman of my group came! Gosh how I felt bad. Still flushing when remembering.

Sonya Sue

Responses to posters & a new survey

End Stall Em's survey: urination or defecation in public bathrooms? Your least favorite and why? Biggest obstacle you've had to overcome?

Pooping is my least favorite. I might be on the toilet longer, and am I lucky when its softer and I have more of a mess to clean up on my backside and sometimes I've forgotten to check to make sure there's toilet paper on the roll. That happened just Saturday night when a friend and I went to a concert. Unfortunately, she had taken her stall in the row of toilets across the aisle from where I was so I couldn't ask her to slip me any. I wasn't sure what I was going to do. But the person on my right lined or maybe even doubled lined her seat, and a couple of the liners fell off when she left. So I quickly reached over and pulled two of the pieces in. In doing so though I left a bit of a smear over the front of my seat as I strained to reach or the paper. And then it got on my inner thigh before I saw what had happend. The biggest obstacle I've had to overcome: not sitting long enough to let all my crap fall. Women in lines have sometimes gotten testy and given me dirty looks when they peek in while I'm sitting and trying to drop one more. And on occasion, when I'm using a doorless stall out of desperation, ....well that's another story.

Anonymous College Guy:

In your description of your second experience, you say that your decision to paper the seat depends on your mood and that you do it about half the time.

New questions for everyone:

1. What do you take into consideration when you go into a public stall and whether you will cover the seat or not?

2. From many of the posts (and back posts) I've been reading, is it fair to say that the guys may worry about the question more than the ladies who sit down several times each day?

3. Does what your parents taught you back when you were being trained to use a public toilet influence you today? How about the habits of your friends?

4. Does having a ready-made seat protector/ass gasket ready in a dispenser in a cubicle influence your decision?

Now my answers,

1. I treat the situation just like when I need to use the toilet at home. I sit myself right down and try and start my business ASAP. Sometimes, however, if I move a little on the seat there's a little stickiness under my butt but that's why I shower daily.

2. I agree. Taking the time and wasting toilet paper at my school is shunned and even teachers don't worry about sitting on the toilets. Because of athletics and activities, I use the toilets sometimes 5 or 6 times a day at school and there's no way I want to go through the papering ritual each time.

3. Almost all my friends sit butt-down each time. A few I've seen wipe the seat first before seating themselves. Even that though wastes paper and assures that the roller is going to be emptied even earleir in the hour/day. When I was like 4 or 5, my mom and dad were inconsistent when they took me into a public bathroom. Sometimes they just wiped the seat, a couple of times they covered it, but most of the time they just encouraged me to get up on the stool and do my thing. Wiping and flushing was required.

4. No. They are too much trouble. Once at the airport, however, the woman next to me did her crap, then found there was no toilet paper, so she pulled one off and I could hear her tear it up. As she did that, she took a call from her husband/boyfriend who apparently was teasing her for taking too long. She ended the conversation by calling him some name for holding his crap in public places and then later complaining about constipation.

toilet car

Response to anon

Thanks for the concerns anon.

I am 17 years old, a minor as well. All the girl's parents know about our escapades. One of the girls is my girlfriend, and another is my girlfriends sister. Their parents know. The other girl's mom not only knows but has used my car as a toilet as well. Thanks for the concerns, however.


to Angela & Michael


Great to see you posting again! I love your stories about clogging toilets--you must often do pretty big poop, which is awesome to me lol. Can't believe she had to scoop it out of the toilet. I can't think of a time when that happened to me; plungers seem to be able to fix my clogs. I've never clogged the one at my grandmother's house, but I've done plenty of big poops in the toilet there. She has a pink toilet with a carpeted lid--it's really ugly haha, but it's cool to poop in. She also has a really old-fashioned '60s bathroom fan that's way more powerful than anything today, so at least I don't have to worry much about stinking up the place -_-


Nice! I mean, not nice in that clogging is no fun, but I still think it's cool that you have large bowel movements. I do too. It can be tough sometimes when you're always worrying that you might clog someone's toilet, but you just need good plumbing lol.


For Tristan

Tristan, I love your stories about dumps in school. I usually held mine back which contributed to constipation problems when I was younger. What kind of suppository did you use last month? How long did it take to work? How often do you have to take something?

I started using Dulcolax suppositories in college when I would get constipated. They are particularly convenient when you are forced to poop in a communal situation. I lived in a dorm without any private bathrooms. The Dulcolax suppositories were almost as effective as an enema, but would give no clue that I had taken a laxative while sitting in a stall with other people around. I still use them when I get constipated.


Quick replies and Steve A's survey

Hi everyone, just some quick replies and questions.

To Angela: Glad you liked my story! I also enjoy yours. I went back and read one of your earliest ones. Yes, clogging the toilet at others' houses is embarrassing. More so if they know you just had a big poop or were able to see it! Please keep posting.

To Siford: My sympathies for your experience. When I was your age or even younger, I would often think of possible scenarios in which, in the middle of my crap, something would happen that would be extremely embarrassing, uncomfortable, or both. Fortunately, I never experiences such as yours, but what you wrote in "Aborted Crap" was perhaps one of my nightmare scenarios. Besides what you've already been told, another advice I could give you would be to try to crap as fast as you can. I don't know how easy/hard it is for you to crap under normal circumstances, but if you can train yourself to go in less than 5 minutes, it is less likely that such nightmare scenarios happen to you in the future.

To Michael: You mentioned you sometimes have trouble getting your crap to drop when you're outside home. Is it because the urge dies off? Or because you have problems relaxing yourself enough so that the poop starts coming out?

Now for Steve A's survey:

1. Did you ever encounter a stall/stalls or a urinal that was locked/out of order? It could also be a prank by someone locking the stall door(s).
Yes, I have. Fortunately there were others open.

2. Did you ever get locked out of your house and you had to go #1 or #2? What did you do? Yes. I climbed over the wooden fence that leads to the backyard and then found a corner to relieve myself.

3. Did you ever have an accident in a car? (Yours' or someone else's car)? Not that I remember. Although there certainly were close calls.

4. Describe your school bathrooms and do you use them?
There's one on each floor in each building. Depending on the building, they have two to four stalls and 3 to 5 urinals. I do use them. I've gotten over my shyness when using them at my campus (but only if I have not told anyone about my need to use them).

5. What time(s) of the day do you normally go poop?
It varies. What usually happens is that I have a range, let's say, 4 to 6 pm, but if I skip a day or two without pooping, and when I finally go it is at 11 am or something, the next days I start pooping at around that same time, until the next time happens when my pooping cycle is interrupted. Right now it's early evening.

6. Do you eat foods or do other activities that help you stay "regular"?
Not right now, but I do walk long distances, and I eat bananas and try to drink enough amounts of water.

7. Do you have trouble pooping when you're somewhere else instead of home? If at somebody else's home, I have a problem. I will hold it until nobody notices. Unless it's one of my closest friends' homes, in which case I usually try to avoid letting the family know but I have no problem with my friend knowing.

8. Did you ever take a laxative, suppository, enema, etc. to help you if you were ever constipated?
None of those. I did eat a lot of fruits and fiber, though.

9. Do your parents or friends know that you post on here? Do you feel comfortable sharing this site to them?
No, they do not know.

10. What is your most embarrassing "bathroom related" story? (You can post it if you feel comfortable doing so).
Probably one of my toilet clogging stories. Although I could perhaps think of others. Like once I had diarrhea at a friend's house and a member of his family was passing by and I'm sure what I was doing must have been heard by that person.

I'll later post about my recent clogging experiences.

Best to all!

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Angela great story about your giant poop I bet you felt amazing after you were done.

To: Anna it sounds like you and that other woman both had really good poop and it sounds like you were both kinda desperate to and I bet you both felt pretty great afterwards to and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: K great story it sounds like had a really great poop and it sounds like Ellie had a really great and noisy poop as well and I bet you both felt pretty great afterwards to and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Evie great story.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Tuesday, May 19, 2015


Clogged Toilet At Grandmothers

Every summer I visit my grandmother for two and a half weeks. Last summer I of course visited. Eating the different food messed up my bowels. I wouldn't poop as often and skip days. I usually go every morning but on my visit I wasn't going as often. On the last day of my trip, my dad, sister and I were leaving and my mother was going to be staying for an extra week to help her mother.

So on the last day, we usually leave really early in the morning. So I got up and immediately needed to poop, I hadn't been the day before so the urge was quite intense. I sat down and released some gas before peeing and then I began to push. It took a lot of time but finally this monster turd splashed loudly in the bowl. I groaned in relief. Then I wiped up a few times and attempted to flush. The huge log got stuck in the hole part of the toilet and wouldn't go any further. It was just stuck, I tried flushing a couple more times but it wasn't going anywhere. So I thought it was such a good idea to close the toilet lid and leave it for the next person to take care of. I thought it would be an easy fix, just a quick plunge and that was it. Nope, it wasn't that easy.

Later that night when I returned home after many hours of driving. My dad called my mom to let her know we got home safely and I talked to her after. She proceeded to tell me (with my grandmother beside her) that I have clogged the toilet and she had to fix it. She said the plunger wouldn't work so she had to take a bag and scoop it out then throw it out in the garbage! My grandmother had laughed but I was so embarrassed! Keep in mind at the time I was 13, soon to be 14.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Red great pooping story it sounds like you and those other 2 girls all had good poops to and from the sound of it you broke that stand off between them of who would poop first and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Chloe B great pooping story it sounds like you had a really good poop and it sounds like that woman was kinda desperate and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Toilet Car as always another great story it sounds like they all had good poops and gave you a great show as well and I cant wait to hear about the next story you will have once its happened.

about 2 hours ago while I was at the bookstore a middle aged woman with kinda short blonde hair walked quickly into the bathroom and sat down and I heard a soft almost liquid sounding poop pour out of her for a few seconds without any farts and it sounded like it turned more liquid near the end that or she was peeing so a good catch.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Hi all, it's Anna from Canada here. Today I was at the indoors farmers market with my friend Danielle and after having some breakfast I needed a poo. I told her I'd be right back and headed for one of the washrooms. Outside, there was a couple who looked like they were in their early thirties with a stroller. The woman was a tall and a fairly chubby brunette with a big bum. She had obviously asked her husband or boyfriend to wait outside and then went in right in front of me. The bathroom was very clean with four cubicles and two of them in use. The lady who just went in and I took the two remaining, adjacent stalls. I locked the door, hung up my bag, pulled down my jeans and black string and plopped my bum on the seat. I started to pee and peaked under the partition into my neighbour's stall. The woman was wearing sandals and had pulled her jeans and white panties down to her feet. I could hear her shuffling around a bit and the seat creaking under her and then she started to pee as well. While we peed, the toilets in the other two stalls got flushed and the women left to wash their hands. I was almost done peeing when I let out a small fart and then my first log started to slide out of my bumhole. While it was crackling out, my neighbour blasted a series of loud farts into her toilet. Then I heard a very audible sigh from her stall and a big plop. I started to push out another poo and the brunette had some more loud farts and a couple more loud plops that splashed into her toilet rapidly. It sounded like she was having a really big and urgent poo. My own poop was not too bad, but her's smelled bad. She was really stinking up the bathroom. I pushed out one more final poo and a small fart and then I felt I was done. Meanwhile my neighbour did another big splash as she let out more poop. I pulled of some paper and wiped my front and back. I needed about five or six pieces to get my bum clean. When I pulled up my pants, my neighbour had also started to wipe. I was washing my hands as she came out of her stall. We smiled at each other, but she looked quite embarrassed and was blushing. There was such a bad stink in the room now. When I left, I realized it was also quite noticeable outside where her family was waiting. It must haven been really embarrassing for her, I know it would have been for me. I felt much better though and went back to join my friend and do some more shopping.


To Sarah from CA and Abbie


Sarah from CA - you posted some good stories. I particularly liked your story about the "pebbly" turd you passed and how you described it breaking into pieces as it emerged, the sound effects and the water splashing your bottom. I'm pleased you are able to describe your experiences on this forum. Feel free to post more stories..

Abbie - good story about the big buddy dump you had with your friend. It's quite common for teenage girls and young women to have big bowel movements and pass thick i.e. wide turds especially when they start to open their bowels. You did the right thing by allowing the turd to emerge gradually; this allows your anus to stretch around the "head" of the turd slowly thereby minimising the risk of any tears or "fissures" as they are known medically. Hope to hear more stories from you..


Steve A's Survey

Wanted to do this in a separate post from my responses, because I have a lot to post this time!

1. Did you ever encounter a stall/stalls or a urinal that was locked/out of order? -Yep, at school a few times I've seen a urinal out of order or a stall out of order. In high school a couple times the only stall in this one bathroom would be out of order and that would suck if I had to poop -_-

2. Did you ever get locked out of your house and you had to go #1 or #2? What did you do? - One time I got home early from a bike ride and I forgot my house key. Everyone else was gone, so I ended up peeing in the backyard. I've done that before; I don't think my parents would care if they found out, but I didn't tell them about it either way lol.

3. Did you ever have an accident in a car? (Yours' or someone else's car)? - I had a pee accident in the family car a couple years ago; I had to go REALLY badly and we were in traffic, and I just couldn't hold it anymore. My parents were kind of annoyed and I was super embarrassed, but I think they understood. My sister wouldn't stop making fun of me for it, though.

4. Describe your school bathrooms and do you use them? - In high school there was one bathroom with like 6 stalls that I would often use. It would be crowded and no one really noticed who used it or who was I wouldn't care if I pooped in that one. The other one only had one stall and was more intimate. That was the one where someone actually commented on the stink I was producing, so I was kind of embarrassed to poop in that one ever again.

5. What time(s) of the day do you normally go poop? - I'm a late afternoon/evening pooper. Because of that, I rarely go at school, but I go when I have to.

6. Do you eat foods or do other activities that help you stay "regular"? - I have a tendency to get constipated easily, so yes. I eat high fiber cereal pretty regularly and I try to stay active. I play lacrosse and I love biking so I get a decent amount of exercise :)

7. Do you have trouble pooping when your somewhere else instead of home? - In general I'm pretty good at using a non-home bathroom, but sometimes I have to sit a little while before anything wants to come out. I just feel more comfortable at home.

8. Did you ever take a laxative, suppository, enema, etc. to help you if you were ever constipated? - Yep. I've had laxatives and suppositories before when I've been constipated. I had a suppository last month, actually.

9. Do your parents or friends know that you post on here? - No one knows yet and I don't really plan on sharing it yet -_-

10. What is your most embarrassing "bathroom related" story? - Well it was probably the time I was pooping at school and a group of guys came in to do something at the sinks and they KEPT commenting on how bad it smelled and everything. I just sat there in stunned silence waiting for them to leave -_- Pretty much scarred me.

Sophia W.

My Answers

1. Did you ever encounter a stall/stalls or a urinal that was locked/out of order? It could also be a prank by someone locking the stall door(s). Yes once when I was 9. It was in my elemetary school and a stalol that normaly was locked was open, so I did use it after school. I needed a poop and after I was done, I could not flush it because the flush was broken. I went very shameful away.

2. Did you ever get locked out of your house and you had to go #1 or #2? What did you do? Yes, more than once. I could use our garden

3. Did you ever have an accident in a car? (Yours' or someone else's car)? Yes when I was 5 or 6, but I felt ill

4. Describe your school bathrooms and do you use them? They are clean in the morning and dirty at the end of the day. If more girls would flush the toilet it would be better. In my elemetary school we had in one part of the building very modern toilets and in the other part old ones, that I did not use often.
5. What time(s) of the day do you normally go poop? Very differently, but often around 11 am till 1 pm or in the night

6. Do you eat foods or do other activities that help you stay "regular"? No, it is regular by normal, but coffee gets my bowls very active

7. Do you have trouble pooping when your somewhere else instead of home? Sometimes
8. Did you ever take a laxative, suppository, enema, etc. to help you if you were ever constipated? No.

9. Do your parents or friends know that you post on here? Do you feel comfortable sharing this site to them? No and I don't know what they would say, so I better do not tell them

10. What is your most embarrassing "bathroom related" story? (You can post it if you feel comfortable doing so)

On Wednesday I needed to pee very badly in the middle of my third lesson. I asked my teacher and I was alloud to go. When I was in the bathroom I noticed I was not alone, I heard giggling in a other stall. I pulled my pants and red panties down and peed very noisy. After I was done, I waited a bit for the giggling girl but she was to long in the stall and I wanted to go back in my lesson. I ask myself why she needed to giggle. Well, she could not destroy the toilet or bring it to glog or so, because the stall was regular in use over the day.

Yesterday my sis and me needed both to poop after the breakfast and I was first in the bathroom. I pulled my pyjama pants down and sat on the loo. I pushed and whyle I did this, she entered with a loud and stinking fart. I let out one long and dry log. She bounced up and down so I let her to sit on the toilet an I wiped standing up. She first peed and then she let out some very soft poop.


To Michael

Thank you for your answer.

I, instead, feel like i could make it for even longer times but it would require locking myself home and stop working, going to gym and doing errands altogether if i were to go on and hold a movement for, let's say, a whole week (7 days). I simply couldn't make it and i would risk losing it anytime if i didn't focus on it because the urge gets really hard on you after some days. Yes, i feel like i can't forget it and go on my way. Perhaps i'm just one anxious guy. On the last night i got one strong urge coming every hour, and it would wake me up. Honestly, i can't believe how someone, wether a woman, could simply forget movements for 8 days or longer, go on working, driving or studying and not feel anything knocking on the door until "call of nature" and huge and time consuming movements happen.


Pooping at School

Hey guys! I pooped at school today with my friend Ellie. She's slightly taller than me, with shoulder length brown hair that she wears in a ponytail. I was in my first lesson when I had to poop. I hadn't gone for a day and I could feel pressure in my bowels, so I knew I couldn't hold it for too long. When we were let out, I told Ellie that I had to go and she said 'Me too, let's go together.' By now, the need to go was pretty bad, so I was lucky that the toilets weren't full. There are 5 stalls, two of them were taken, one of the girls was pooping. I took the stall on the end and Ellie sat next to me.
I sat down, relaxed and immediately felt my butt opening up with the tip of a big turd. Next to me, Ellie was farting up a storm, so I knew she had to poop as well. I pushed a bit and the turd slid out of me - it was about 6 inches long. I started doing a few smaller, softer turds afterwards. Ellie grunted, then I heard a big splash from her stall and a sigh of relief. I peed, then wiped my butt while Ellie kept pooping away; it sounded like it was pretty big. I heard a giant fart from her stall and then a few plops in quick succession, then she started ripping off toilet paper. Ellie had to flush twice because her first turd plugged up the toilet.

I've pooped with a few of my other friends, so I might post about them next time.


Comments for Chloe B.

Hey, just wanted to say I love your stories. It seems like in most of your stories you have at least one long log. Are they thick ones or skinny ones? and do you ever have dumps that don't smell?

Toilet car, I would strongly suggest to you that you stop these activities with these girls. Your age doesn't matter as much, but the fact that they are minors can lead to serious legal trouble for you. The fact that they are consenting is irrelevant because they ARE minors. Of course I'm assuming from your name that you are a guy. If any of their parents found out, you could concievably (sp?) end up in a situation where you will end up being a registered sex offender which could follow you for years and be a serious complication in college and career. If you won't stop, you at least need to NOT do the following:

Any physical contact with them while any of you are in any state of being undressed.

Exposing your privates to them or being present while their privates are exposed.

The fact that you are doing this in secluded spots makes it even more dangerous for you. If something did happen, it would be their word against yours, and the odds are that they would do what they needed to stay out of trouble. I hope you will give this some serious thought and not just brush it off.


Some responses and questions


Congratulations on just sitting without putting all the toilet paper over the seat first. Its unfortunate about the fire alarm going off and your poop being interrupted. You made the right decision about throwing your soiled briefs out at school. Any smell would have drawn more attention to you and brought you more hassle. It would have been nice if that vice principal had given you a minute or two to finish up. Too bad his stress was thrown onto you. Have you considered going to your parents and asking them to question that totally unfair detention time you've received?

Just Another Girl--

I agree with what you say. The hassling of those using public bathrooms, especially at school, is so wrong especially since all of us, or is it most all of us, have to the use the bathrooms pretty frequently. I know my grandma says she never used the bathrooms in the four years she was in high school back in the 1950s, but how practical is that today? I even wonder if she has forgotten about some of her experiences.

Chloe B.--

The story about the mom and boy in the stall at the store was great. By keeping him with her in her stall she made sure he didn't wander off, get lost, or potentially cause problems for others who expect and deserve their privacy. I have a question: at what age is a child of the opposite sex too old to be taken into the bathroom with the parent?

End Stall Em--

It sounds like your professor was trying to show you about how much information is being collected on people and to get you to think about it. Urination and defecation in public bathrooms is something we can relate to better than some of the other political questions.
My answer:
Urination is my least favorite of the two choices. I'm relatively small for my age but I wee 3, 4 or sometimes 5 times a day at school or another public place. My poo comes every morning, usually within the first hour or two of school. Its almost always soft and comes out within a few seconds of when I seat myself on the toilet. Peeing, though, is tougher because the bathrooms are usually jammed when I have to go and I've gotten pretty use to taking the lesser-used stalls with no doors at school, the mall and city arena because I'm in pain and need to get onto a toilet and relieve myself ASAP. Womens bathrooms need to be expanded and more toilets need to be made available. The obstacle with using the doorless toilets for me has been the little boys of the mothers who are using the facilities but not properly managing them. At the city arena once last year I had a boy about 7 or 8 who wandered up to my stall. He stopped in front of me, held his nose and snickered while his mom was in a closed stall at the other end of the room. I suspect he might have been doing this to others, also. He's too old to be wandering around in the bathroom. I babysit frequently and when I have a young boy with me, I hurry him into the first open stall with me. I close the door and make him stand against it as I seat myself and do my thing on the toilet.


Clogged Toilet Story! And a question.

First, I want to ask a question. Do people flush more often then they used to, or is it just me? And it seems like people poop in lesser amounts then they used to. I remember being in grade school, and seeing some killer poops. Now all I see is rabbit poops, and if I'm lucky I see a 1 inch thick log in a toilet if it's unflushed.

My bowel movements always tended to be large, and numerous places and times I have clogged the toilet. I actually helped (not on purpose.) partake in clogging a toilet in about the second grade. Let me tell you the story.

So I was in second grade, it was sometime in October. We weren't learning anything new in class, and I had to pee. So I asked the teacher and went down the hallway to the bathroom. I remember, a very strong stench as the handicapped bathroom stall was locked. I looked underneath (I always do this.) and there was this kid, older, and bigger sitting on the toilet seat with his khakis and tennis shoes. He didn't flush and just walked out of the stall, and didn't wash his hands. He was a year older than me, tall and blonde I believe.

I apparently had to poop because I went back to the stall where he was, and discovered the horrid smell. Inside the toilet was a big thick corny log. I don't remember the exact details but it was fairly large to come out of a kid like him. The urge was getting much stronger inside of me, so I remember sitting down and being there for a while pushing it all out.

When I got up there was his big turd, then I passed one, it was much, much smaller, but then a very large pile of soft crap. He didn't wipe, which I thought was gross. I wiped a lot, and then flushed the toilet. His turd was large, but soft enough to break, but not without causing my large pile of crap to cause detrimental health to the toilet. The water began to rose and soon enough it was to the brim. I unlocked the door, washed my hands and got out of there.

The next day we got a lecture from the teacher about not flushing the toilets, and how the boys' loo smelled bad the whole day because "one guy" didn't flush.

Anonymous College Guy

A couple stories from this semester

@Jry: Woah, you seriously remember me from all of those pages back? I figured I had been long forgotten by everyone, so that's good to hear. ;) Really nice story about clogging your friends toilet, although I can't recall peeing while having a turd head poking out my hole as you did. I think its happened very few times but I typically pee onto the toilet bowl before I begin pushing my poop out so they're separate activities.

Regarding your friend breaking up your poop, did he offer to do that for you, or was it sort of an automatic natural reaction? I would think most people (except maybe our moms) would feel embarrassed about messing with someone else's feces. That's cool though that he was so shameless about doing it, and I like that contrast with your self-consciousness and shyness going on. :P I have a feeling if you were my friend I'd offer you similar help, and would say everything I could to make you not feel shameful about it. After all, it's not like you can choose the size of your poop before it comes out right?

(As far as requests, just share whatever feels right for you. I really enjoy your writing style so I'll take anything I can get lol, although I wouldn't mind hearing more clogged stories.)

Okay well moving on to my stories/experiences from this semester... I think I've pooped more in the campus bathrooms this semester than any of my school years combined. I pooped at least 2 times each day, I go on campus 3 times a week, and the semester is around 5 months long. So when doing the math, the school drains are taking quite a lot of my turds!

*As a quick side note that I just remembered: does anyone else ever realize the fact that thousands, even millions, of human beings are defecating at this very moment. I've been finding that to be more and more interesting, especially with the data I've gathered from my small town. At Walmart, a guy comes in to poop every 10 or so minutes. At my school, someone poops every 30 minutes or so. So just factoring in those two places in my SMALL town, that's some frequent local pooping! I recently took a trip to Los Angeles and couldn't even fathom the statistics for such a populated city! Just judging from the movie theater bathrooms there, every single stall was occupied.*

Sorry for that rant, it's just those weird little things that I'm intrigued by. So I've found a strange psychological element when walking around campus, especially towards a school bathroom. Typically it goes like this: I go to one of my classes after eating a fairly large breakfast (usually oatmeal), head straight to the bathrooms when we're dismissed (I typically sit in the bathroom to pass time since I don't like being in crowds), and on the way there my gut gets the biggest urge to go poop! It really is amazing, I could feel just fine but as soon as I open that bathroom door and lock that stall, it's as if my visual stimuli of the toilet is telling me to let loose.

The kind of craps I have honestly range from day to day, just because it feels urgent it doesn't mean I consistently have diarrhea. Sometimes it'll be thick pleasurable logs that I'm proud of and hate to flush, while other times its a big pile of noisy mush that sinks to the bottom of the toilet. It's really unpredictable, especially when it comes to passing farts haha.

Anyways that's been my typical routine this semester. The bathroom I go to though is a bit different from the others... On one hand, it has two adjacent stalls compared to all of the single stalled bathrooms around campus. And, this bathroom is physically secluded (not even signs pointing to it) so the guys who go in it either are familiar with the bathroom or they simply want to poop in a less busy one. It may sound strange but it makes it kind of a personal experience for me and the guy that goes in there, pooping together in such a small secluded restroom.

Well I was sitting in there one day, just wiping up as always after pooping, when I hear those familiar typical stomping footsteps and creasing jeans approaching the bathroom door. It's funny how easy it is to tell a man from a woman just by how they walk. Anyways, he opened the creaky bathroom door, paused outside of my stall for a split-second, and turned to occupy the stall across for me. I typically take the handicapped stall so guys always check the one I'm in first before resorting to the smaller one. So he shut the rattling stall door, snapped the stall lock close and immediately sat down with no toilet paper. I judge a guy's urgency by the pace of his footsteps outside, the harshness of how he opens the door, and the franticness of how he closes the stall and plops down on the toilet seat... So with all of those things in mind, this dude definitely had to go bad. Almost instantly as he sat down he let a big fart rip, but to my surprise something happened: he answered his phone. From observing the conversation he was having I could tell it was with his dad, and boy was he shameless! He had no issue explicitly telling his dad that he was crapping and didn't seem to rush the old man off the phone either. He just went about his business, crackling and plopping his turds into the water while chatting away. This amazed me considering I could never do that with anyone, let alone a parent. Well they wrapped things up and he hung up. He began relaxing a bit more and let out a few groans as his turds crackled out, only to be bombarded with yet ANOTHER call. It was his girlfriend judging by the language he was using. At this point he was wiping up while talking to her as usual, not thinking twice that she may be able to hear. What a shameless multi-tasker! He finished up, washed his hands, and left. I share this because I've come across very few people that have such pride in their pooping habits (especially in today's conservative society) so I think it may be inspiring for some of the guys here. Pooping is only private/taboo if we choose to view it that way.

This second story will be much shorter (I've ranted long enough lol) but it's almost just as shameless nonetheless. I was sitting in my usual stall just another day, with my poop resting in the toilet bowl waiting to be flushed down. I hear moderate paced footsteps walking towards the bathroom so I could tell that while it wasn't ultra-urgent, this guy would feel restless if he kept it in any longer. He took the stall across from mine after briefly peeking in, and sat down with no TP. I don't know if it's how they were raised, but some guys naturally lay toilet paper down while others find its a waste of time. I typically do half and half depending on my mood. Anyways, this guy was LOUD. And I don't mean his poop was loud, but his voice! He literally did a 'UHHHH' 'MMMMM' and 'AHHHH' for each and every push he made. I find this more common in older men, but this guy was clearly 30 or under which made it shocking to me. I was taken aback by the intensity of some of his groans, if not for the fact that they were loud but that they sounded so sensual. I tried making sense of what was going on, and the only conclusion I could come up with was that pooping was extremely pleasurable for him. Either that or being vocal was embedded in his DNA. One interesting thing to note was when we heard girls chatting outside the bathroom door, his moans quieted a bit as if he was being courteous. But as soon as their voices faded, his volume went right back up. I admit I got a bit frightened the more he did it since his voice echoed, I didn't want students/professors thinking we were doing something bad.

What makes this experience so shameless was the fact that I was present the entire time, and he paid absolutely no mind. I mean, he likely has a pair of working ears and knew how loud he was, but simply didn't care since he figured I was just taking a poop as well.

Anyways that's all for today, my fingers are ready to fall off haha... But I hope you guys enjoyed my post and feel free to comment. Jry, looking forward to hearing from you. :) Bye for now guys!

Optional person

Story time.

As far as I go, this morning I went into the bathroom and a log dropped into the hole standing up and bending. it really wasn't that big. wiped and flushed. my poops aren't very spectacular, and I don't experience those pleasurable feelings many others speak of. I wish I did.

You I am sure remember my stories of my experiences With Julia. This has to do with her mother. One day all of us neighborhood kids were playing, I ran through Julia's yard. facing their back yard was a bathroom with a window. ( it occurs to me I may have already spoke of this) Her mom was sitting on the toilet. I think I was a bit uncomfortable but she sure wasn't. in her normal voice she calmly asked me how I was. I asked her what she was doing. she may actually of said pooping, I cant quite remember. the side of her butt was clearly visible. I didn't stay long.

looking back I wish I had stayed longer. the window was open, I had a great view of her and she seemed comfortable. I can only imagine however that with the window open she would try to keep it quiet. I wish I had stayed to hear a plop or two. but my young brain didn't think that way. but who knows what the future holds.


Questions for Red

Great post!

Some questions:

1) How would you rank your school's bathrooms with those that are at the mall, sports arena, etc.?

2) How many times a day do you usually pee at school?

3) How many times have you crapped at your school this year?

4) Have you always been that observant of those in the cubicles next to you? (I think its very interesting).

5) Is there enough toilet paper to go around at your school? What's the TP like

6) When you're waiting in line for a cubicle, are you as observant of what's happening behin the door as you are once you're on the toilet?

7) What percentage of the users take time to wash their hands?


just another girl


I want to ask a question - and this one is for women only. Has anybody else on here noticed that when they reach a certain time of month, that they get particularly bad wind (i.e. which smells much worse than it usually does) or that they have diarrhoea or similar problems? This sometimes happens to me and I know that it must have something to do with changing chemical balances in the body - I know that it's also not uncommon to feel sick and have a bit of heartburn or indigestion because the hormones affect the stomach and the way that it digests food - so I was wondering if there is any correlation. Any advice would be much appreciated.



Matt, I have come close to what you described but have always managed to get the suppository in where it could melt, even though it would take a lot longer before sitting on the toilet. Have you ever tried the Magic Bullet or Ceo two suppositories , they appear to be stronger and have better results in this situation. Thanks for the advice.

Me!! 💨

Latest pee

So a couple days ago, I was at the local cricket pitch, watching a game. It was a good match, and I didn't want to leave to go home and go to the toilet. I really needed a pee and kinda needed a poop.

You know you get those benches where the seat is made from wooden planks an there's holes in between the planks? Well I was sat on one of those benches, and, as the holes were quite wide, an idea formulated in my mind.

I waited until the person sat next to me left (halfway through the match), an surreptitiously stood up slightly and pulled down my legging and panties just enough so that my ants and pee hole were uncovered. I sat back down (now you could hardly tell my leggings weren't fully pulled up) and shifted my body slightly so that my pee hole was just over the hole in the bench. I then began to let my pee trickle out, and it went straight through the hole in the bench and hit the floor without a sound. I carried on preying like this for another 25 - 30 seconds. I then got to the more serious business at hand. My ever-increasing urge to poop. I couldn't do it right then as someone else had come to sit next to me.

They didn't move for ages, and soon my urge was so bad I couldn't hold it in much longer, but I also couldn't go right there, as the man sat right next to me would surely notice. I stood up (pulling up my leggings and panties as I did so) and ran to my car. I didn't have enough time to make it home, so I just squatted on the back seat.

I began to pee again, and it arched out of me and hit the front passenger seat, and splashed everywhere. As soon as I had finished peeing, my urge to poop came back at full force.

Sorry I clicked the post button too early this is the rest

I began to feel a thick hard log begin to push its way out of my butt. I began pushing, and a 7 or 8 inch log dropped and curled it's way on to my seat. I decided I didn't care anymore if anyone saw me, so I crawled up front, squatted with my butt over the dashboard, and began to poop again. Another 6 inch turd snaked its way onto my dashboard. I emptied the rest of my load into the footwell, pulled m pants up and drive home. I may consider doing this again sometime!

Evie xx


to Jry

Hey Jry! Good to hear from you :)

Yeah lol I agree, I do the same thing as you for the most part. When I poop and it's like a group of smaller pieces rather than the big thick turd, I do shorter bursts of pressure by default, and usually longer when it's a big one. I think I often do push for like 15 seconds or so at a time when it's a bigger one (not constipated, but just big). And of course if it's harder, then I'll have to do a really big push lol. Luckily I haven't been getting constipated lately :)

That's a great story, man. That must've been so embarrassing to clog the toilet at your friend's house. I've done what you did--try and hold it in because I was embarrassed to poop at my friend's house, but sometimes you have to go. It's good that he was understanding and he actually saw your poop haha. Very cool friend to help unclog it!

I think with me, our toilet is kind of crappy...pun intended, and that I wouldn't clog a better one, but at the same time, no one else in my family seems to clog it except for me so I know it has to be because I have big poops a lot of the time. I mean, one time I hadn't gone in a couple days and finally I got a strong urge to poop. I could tell from the get-go that it was going to be a big one. Like you, I always pee at the same time or right before I poop lol. So that was happening as the turd was starting to come out. I was pushing but it was slow coming out, so I had to keep pushing. And it felt like it was coming out didn't end up being as long as it felt, but it felt like it just kept coming, and it was wide too, I could feel that. When I looked in the toilet (I always look at what I produce lol), it was one big foot-long turd in the toilet. It felt so good to get all that out. I thought maybe this time I would flush before wiping to prevent it from getting clogged, but that didn't work! I flushed the toilet and it went down part way but then got stuck and broke apart a bit. I was starting to feel panicky, I didn't want my parents to find out that I had done it YET AGAIN. So I grabbed the plunger and tried for a while to unclog it. Finally it went the end I had been in the bathroom for a pretty long time and the plunger made noise when I used it, so I'm sure if someone heard they knew exactly what happened lol

I would definitely like to hear more details about pushing techniques and am looking forward to part 3!

Sunday, May 17, 2015


To Jemma

Hey Jemma

Sorry to hear you've been in hospital - I'm pleased to hear you're better now. I have to say I was missing your posts.

Great story about your desperate poo at the cinema especially your description of the sound effects and the appearance of your creation and the skidmarks left behind. It sounds as though you had a good healthy dump. Glad the presence of the teenage girls didn't put you off your stride; as you rightly pointed out to them we all have to poo.

Anyway, I'm pleased you're better and hope to read more posts from you.


just another girl

a little bit about me...

I've never actually described myself on here, so now is as good a time as any. I am 20 years old (going on 21), 5'4 tall, and I weigh 50 kg's. I have dark eyes and shoulder-length dark brown hair with a fringe, and I'm nicely tanned because I spend a lot of time outside.

I have a fairly accepting attitude towards bodily functions; I understand that everyone has to use the bathroom for eliminating the finished end products of digestion, and that such things as burping/belching and passing wind (and, for women, having your monthly's) are completely natural as well. The only problem I have with them is that often they don't smell very good and because they can sound nasty, but other than that I see absolutely no reason to be ashamed of them at all.

I've also heard of parents who scold and punish their children for having accidents (eg. wetting or dirtying in their clothes because they weren't able to go to the bathroom on time or because they had no other option but to do so) and I know that I won't ever be that way when I'm a mother one day. I fortunately never had any accidents during my childhood years (except for a few times when I was feeling nauseous and ended up having a "whoops" on the floor or all over my bedclothes because it just happened too quickly for me to stop it) but if my children ever do, I will treat them gently and with love, and not make them feel embarrassed or upset for making a mistake and being human. Even if they are "too old" for having accidents, I won't be unkind about it, because I know that it can happen to any of us at any time.

I have a few stories that I'd like to share one day, so if anybody wants me to, be sure to let me know and then I will!


School Dump

I hate school bathrooms. It's not that I can't do my business around people, or that they're overly dirty or anything, it's just that im not used to the small amount of space and i flat out prefer my own bathroom. However, when push comes to shove and nature knocks on my back door, I will consider taking myself to the girls room and unburdening myself.

Take for example this afternoon. Final bell was in 90 minutes and I was sitting in study hall. I slept through my alarm this morning and thus didn't get to partake in my morning poop ritual, which is usually just pull down panties, one quick push, dribble of pee, a max of two soft 3-5 inchers, wipe, pull up panties, and done. My urge is rarely intense, I just like the feeling of being empty in the morning. Because of this, I could go through my day without any serious urge or discomfort and I honestly forgot that I didn't poop this morning in the first place!

About halfway through study hall I felt a heavy weight at my bottom. It wasn't intense at all and figured that I would just save it for when I get home. My body had other plans it seemed, as 10 minutes later I was rudely reminded of my load as it put some more pressure on my back end. Reluctantly I excused myself and made my way to the toilets. When I arrived, I noticed that one of the three stalls were open, right between two other girls. I took it quickly, hoping to get this over with. I closed the stall door, pulled up my skirt and slid my red panties down to my knees and finally sat. As I did so i began to pee full force. I looked to my left and right: on the left I saw a pair of tan loafers buried under tan slacks and a pair of blue panties on top. Her feet were planted firmly on the floor. To my right I saw a pair of black shoes and long white socks, she must have been wearing a skirt and kept her panties at her knees.

As my urine abated I immediately felt my hole open to accommodate the head of my poop. It was soft, not too wide as I had expected. It slithered out a good deal and landed into pot with a soft plop. Almost on cue the girl in the high socks let out a terse grunt, and I heard a loud pop and two or three plops in rapid succession. Her expulsion was followed by a comparatively feminine sigh. The girl on my left was getting to business as well; I could hear her softly grunting, starting and stopping: she must have been having a hard time. My poop continued as i released a log of similar length, followed by a small puff of gas. I gave a cautionary push and decided that I felt empty, so I started tearing paper off of the roll and began to wipe. I heard another few plops from my right, but only a few breathy grunts from the blue panties girl.

As I flushed I heard high socks girl sigh again and begin tearing off paper as well. I exited the stall and washed my hands, catching a peek of the girl to my right as she exited. I recognized her; tall, african american girl with cute hair and a fashionable black skirt and blue top. She towered over my 5'2" red headed figure. As i dried off my hands I heard a gigantic "bloop" from the leftmost stall, and a huge sigh. I'm glad she got that one out, she sounded like she was really struggling.

Steve A's survey looks fun, so I'll give it a shot:

1. I have a few times: one special occasion was in middle school, where the girls room on the first of two floors was out of order for two days, leaving every middle school girl to be regulated to the same three stalls. I'm lucky to have not been in dire need for a toilet at that time, but I had been in there with up to 8 girls waiting on a set of full stalls, fidgeting as they desperately waited their turn. One 8th grader had had enough and urinated in a sink, which was quite a sight.

2. I was locked out of my house by my brothers when I was 12. They were only being clowns and didn't know that I needed to poop. I told them to let me in so I could use the bathroom but, being 11 and 13, didn't care much for what they considered an attempt to bypass their barricade. I ended up having to powerwalk to my next door neighbor's house and ask to use the restroom there; luckily I'm good friends with the girl who lived there, so it wasn't quite as awkward as it could have been.

3. I peed myself in the family car when I was 8. We were going to Cedar Point and just couldn't hold it. A few months ago I was driving home from school and had to fart. I was at a red light and Rose my butt of the seat and pushed. Unfortunately it wasn't as gaseous as I had hoped and I ended up pooping my jeans a little. It was very embarrassing even though no one found out!

4. I kind of answered the second part, but to describe them, they're white and blue in scheme and carry three stalls and three sinks, with one large mirror above them. The doors open inwardly because the rooms are rather small, but the stall walls reach to nearly the ceiling and sit about a foot above the ground.

5. I normally poop in the mornings and at night. My morning poop is usually small, 1-2 logs of 3-5 inches or so and a little pee. Nights depend on my lunch and dinner, but OM average consist of one larger log that is notably harder than in the morning, as well as more pungent. It often has more gas as well.

6. I drink a lot of water, mostly. I try to watch my diet but my metabolism is pretty standard. I've always been rather regular sans a few hiccups.

7. Only at social settings like parties at another person's home. Public toilets are no problem, though.

8. I use laxatives now whenever I need to move a troublesome load, but when I was younger (stopped at about 11), my mother would give me suppositories and fit me in a pair of plastic pants just in case my urge came suddenly and I didn't make it. I did most of the time, but there were instances where I ended up pushing a huge log into the plastic pants so the urge wouldn't leave me.

9. This is my first post but I don't think that I will tell them unless they'd ask me. I don't feel uncomfortable with it exactly, but it is kind of a weird topic of conversation.

10. My most embarrassing story is a long one, so I'll post it in another submission because this is getting pretty long.


Diarrhea during warmer months. Why?

Hi all. I notice during winter and cooler weather I have mostly stiff to semi-soft BMs but in warmer months and summer time my bowels do a radical change and I get frequent diarrhea instead! I've woken up many mornings each and every summer or have had to run for the nearest toilet because I get hit by the runs! I've had this happen to me every year since I turned 20. Why is this? I'm not particularly complaining (though I don't like the sudden "OMG! MOVE OUT OF MY WAY! I GOTTA GO!" feeling), but I'd like to know. Ever since I changed my diet and became thin at age 20 my body has done this to me every year, causing many rushed trips to the toilet. I'm turning 29 this year (next month in fact) and I have gained about 50 lbs since my brain surgery in July 2013. Still trying to eat healthy and drink enough water of course.


Clogged toilets Pt. 2

Hi again everyone! Great to see so much activity. I think I might use the summer break to post semi-regularly before I disappear again for much of next semester. Although I still hope I can post every once in a while after that.

To Anonymous College Guy: I remember you as well, I'm happy you're back! Glad you liked my story. Reading it again, I can understand that my story kind of set up what you expected would happen. But yes, from a logical standpoint, it was not the best idea to poop in that toilet (besides, I did not tell him explicitly what I needed to do, only that I needed to "go" as well). But being honest, I am still kind of shy in letting others know about my need to use the toilet, except for my friends. This is now, even after mostly getting over my shyness to use public restrooms. Back then, at the time of the story, I would have needed to go real bad to tell them about my need and what I needed to do. I'm looking forward to your stories, and if you want me to post about anything in particular, let me know ;)

Tristan: I'm happy that you liked my story. Haha, about the pushing techniques, I did not mean to imply that you were pooping the wrong way, because everybody's different. It's just something I've discussed with a friend of mine to compare what we do. And yes, by the way you describe it, we actually poop pretty similarly, at least when it comes to big poops. The different pushing techniques we use vary according to the situation. When it's my normal 3 or 4 poops, I usually apply short bursts of pressure, because they're not that big and not that thick. They are pretty much like bananas, haha. In any case, I don't push more than 5 or so seconds per log dropped in normal circumstances, although this has been something that's happened in the last year. I used to do the constant pressure thing in my normal poops up until July or so last year, but that was because my poop was comparatively bigger. I would push, not that hard but applying constant pressure, for like 15 seconds and then it would drop. I would catch my breath and if I still had to go, I did the same thing for the second piece. But the cool thing was that I did not have to do the big push you do (maybe because yours are longer or thicker than mine). I still do the same thing you do when it's a big one, though, haha.

Now for the time when I clogged my friend's toilet. I believe it happened a couple of months after he had clogged mine. I don't remember the specifics, I think I had gone to his place to work on a project. It was shortly dinner when I started feeling the urge. Normally, I would have held it until I went home, as I really did not like anyone knowing when I needed to use the toilet to poop. Even if it was my best friend, and I had used the bathroom for that purpose a couple of times at my house or at his, it was still something very embarrassing for me to do. As luck would have it, I had not been to the bathroom the day before, and with my hypothesis that a middle-schooler starts pooping more in quantity than when he was a child, the pressure in my rectum was increasing considerably fast. We had begun working on the project again after dinner, but after about 45 minutes, I could not concentrate on it because I had my mind focused on trying to hold my poop in. Unfortunately, I was the one who really understood the instructions, and when my friend noticed that I was more serious than usual and had stopped giving long answers to the questions he asked me and was just giving him very short, concrete answers. I was probably fidgeting or something, or maybe my face made obvious that I was holding in a huge poop, but my friend asked if I needed to use the bathroom. I reluctantly said yes, so he told me to go and he would wait for me.

I went into his bathroom, closed the door behind me, walked over to the toilet and pulled my pants and underwear down and relaxed. Almost immediately, I felt this massive piece moving down my rectum and poke its head out of my hole. It felt so good that I let out a slight groan. Now, I also almost always pee when I poop (always have), so I started peeing at that moment. Because my poop had stopped with its head out, I began pushing it out, which made my pee stream hit the bowl harder. I had finished peeing but this monster poop was still coming out, and I'm pretty sure I also grunted a little because my friend asked me if I was ok. I gave no answer as I concentrated on pushing and when it finally came out and dropped with a very noticeable plop in the water below, I let out a sigh and answered that I was ok. And I sure was after that! I started wiping, but because it was his home, I decided to copy his habit and put the soiled paper in the trashcan next to the toilet. I got up, and saw the thing. It was a very big poop, at least 12 inches long, and very wide. It probably was as big as my big ones right now, but I'm 9 years older than I was then. It was solid with cracks on its surface for the part that had come out first, and then it had a more smooth texture for the rest. I flushed the toilet and, to my horror, the same thing that had happened back at my house was happening to me right there. That is, the monster poop had become stuck in the drain hole and just kind of swirled there. I quickly looked around for something to break it up or something, but this not being my house, I was not able to find anything. I tried flushing several times and though some water did go through, the poop was stuck in there, and the water level was beginning to rise. Quite reluctantly, I did almost the same as my friend had done before and said "Hey, ehm… I've got a problem here". He laughed from outside the bathroom door and asked if I had clogged it, so I believe he must have heard the failed flushing cycles. I said yes and he told me to open the door, which again, I did reluctantly and he saw my poop in there, much as I had seen his when we were at my house. Luckily, this time he brought something (I don't remember what it was, but it was white plastic), and he used it to break my poop. I don't know if I could have been more embarrassed at that point. First, he had noticed me holding my poop in and asked if I needed to use the bathroom. Next, he had heard me straining while pushing my load out. Then, he noticed I had clogged the toilet and now he was there breaking my poop up. Fortunately, he did a good job and when he flushed it, it all went through the drain. There were many skid marks, though. I apologized for the situation but he remembered the time at my place and he said that we were even, haha.

If you can, Tristan, post about another occasion you clogged up the toilet =). Do you clog it because of the size of the poop? Or do you think the design of the toilet has something to do with it? I'll post part 3 next time along with some more details about pushing techniques I've discussed haha. Hope you liked this story.

Best wishes to all and keep posting! =)


Crap Aborted

So yesterday I got up the nerve to quit holding my crap and at the beginning of 6th hour I got teacher permission to go to the bathroom. When I got there most of the stalls were available, although most of the seats had a lot of pee on them and the usual number of toilets were jammed. So I selected the best toilet. As I stood over it unbuckling my jeans and pulling my briefs down, I got the nerve to seat myself without my usual toilet papering of the seat first. I reasoned that there was just enough on the roll to wipe with. Two small blasts within 2 seconds of me seating myself made me hopeful and the first piece, while wide, was soft enough and dropped easily. At that point, the lights started flickering and the beeps sounded on the PA for a fire alarm. Just as the siren started, a vice principal walked in, signaled me up and practically shoved me through the doorway before he checked the other stalls. I was still working on my belt while the crowd in the hall tried to move outside. I could feel there was a mess in my underwear and I just didn't feel clean. We had to wait in our parking lot for about 30 minutes while we heard stories about several M-80s that were shot off in the bathroom two floors above me. So I headed back to the bathroom once we could go back in. Five guys were on the crapper already, including the one I had been using. I found another one at the end of the room, there was no toilet paper on the roll but I didn't care. There already was a mess in my briefs. After I seated myself, I started to look at the mess in my briefs. I sat for about 5 minutes but was unable to get any more crap out, although I could feel plenty in me. So I stood up, pulled off my jeans, so I could throw my briefs out. I laid the briefs on the side of the toilet while I put my jeans back on. I threw my briefs in the trash can, but I didn't want to waste time washing my hands because the class periods had changed and I was worried about being counted absent in my 7th hour. I was right. My teacher counted it unexcused and I have a 4-hour Saturday School this week.

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