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to badI wasn't feeling to well lately had a stomach virus and been having lots of urgent diarrhea. I was leaving work the other day and my stomach cramped up big time . I pulled into this texco I know pretty well, as I was parking I noticed a car with some girls in a hurry, I knew they needed the toilet but this place only has one. I rush get ahead of them get to the toilet and starter putting toilet paper on the seat when someone tryed the door and said hurry she didn't feel well. I replyed sorry I have diarrhea and haven't even sat down yet. I hear her gasp I get seated and loud runny diarrhea flows out of me she cussed and stood there a minute pleading I said sorry if Iget up iI will shit on the floor ,then I heard some rustling then a noisy wet fart following by machine gun fire poop. I was done in 5 min I walked out and there in a waste bin was a load of shit
Don't have much time for a long story, but I will say that I'm facing some RAUNCHY hangover gas today. My buttcheeks have been bubbling since I woke up. The gas is hot, and veeerrryyyy stinky (like fried onions).
sea poopHello, My name is Demi.
I am a 19 years old girl from the Netherlands.
I have been reading on here for quite some time now and decided to make my first post.
I am 1,72 M (5'8″)long and weigh about 60 kilo,s (128 lbs)
I just returned from a 2 week vacation in greece. We staid in the house of a friend of my mother wich is close to a pretty abandoned part of the beach. The reason it's pretty much abondoned is because the sea came up so far on land there is only like a few feet of sand before the sea starts. but to really start with my story, the 4th day we were there everyone decided to go to a village a couple of miles away. since I haven't done a poo since we arrived in Greece I took this as the opportunity to stay home to take my much needed poo. this didn't went as planned because the moment i walked into the bathroom I noticed there was no toiletpaper. quickly thinking about something else I decided to walk to aforementioned beach and take my poo there. The walk was pretty rough clenching my cheeks all the time, by the time I was at the beach I just walked into the water until it reached well over my belly. I prodiyced a fart that made some bubbles and pulled my string out of my butt and as far aside as possible. Facing the land to watch if there was no one coming, (you never know) I started pushing and soon I felt the tip of my first turd sliding out. As I kept pushing it kept sliding out and I started to pee as well. When my first turd finally broke off it was immediately followed by a new one that was even thicker. Struggeling with this one it only started to slide out further if I kept pushing which is pretty hard if you have to keep standing. After a few minutes and a few good pushes it finally left my butt and I did a few more farts. When I was done I washed my butt, pulled up my string and looked at all the poo floating in the water. I quickly decided to get out of there and walked back to the house to take a shower. When my parents and older sister came back I was reading a magazine and felt much better !
Nick (from Canada)
Update/Survey AnswersIt's been a good month or more since I last logged on. But I have just finished catching up.
James - Another Southern Ontario resident, what a small world. Nicole (from Canada), yourself and I aren't that far apart in travel. I never would have bet on there being so many from our area of the world.
Simmer - asked whether the 'sissy' stereotype is going away and had questions about urinal styles and how guys are picked on for their lack of endowment. Also asked how guys deal with the "germ" phobia issue.
I think the answer on the 'sissy' stereotype going away depends on how old you are. When I was in high school back in the early 80s, everyone in the school, I think, knew who the guys were who sat down to pee. One became the victim of the old glue on the toilet seat "joke" although I doubt very much he found it a joke. Sadly, though, but I admit I was one of those who laughed. I haven't seen nor heard of him since high school so I have no idea whether that incident left emotional scars or not. I don't imagine things have changed that much in the intervening decades.
And while my longest term friend (we've known each other since we were 13) used to make comments about "are you a woman?" if I admitted to sitting down, I have not said anything about sitting down whenever I'm home or the washroom is clean where I am so I don't know if he's changed his opinion or not. And unless it comes up, I'mnot saying anything. Some things are better left unsaid. But another of my friends, who is essentially half my age, hasn't judged me in the least. That was nice.
But I know from having to use the washroom at the community university, that there are a number of younger guys who take a seat. Good for them. I wish I hadn't put myself through so much pain just so I wouldn't judge myself. But as men get older, I find more and more are taking a seat for various reasons, including the fact their wife has stipulated it. Another friend who is in his early 30s, I learned one night when he told me, has to sit down at home because his mother insisted him and his father would have to sit. I can understand why some women would make the demand, but just on sheer principles, I would defy such an edict. Nobody is going to tell me how I have to pee.
As for urinal styles, all I really pay attention to is whether they're wall mounted or the long ones that run right to the floor. I definitely never noticed if one provides more or less privacy. As for guys getting picked on for their lack of endowment, that's a new one for me although I suspect that concerns about not being the most endowed guy in the building may account for those who must take a stall, whether they stand or sit. That's too bad if it is true. I have no idea how I compare to other guys as I have never had penis envy. I'm comfortable with my junk and none of the women in my life have ever complained so I can only assume I am not the smallest or biggest they've been with. But the size of a guy's junk shouldn't concern other guys one way or another unless they're gay. And that is not meant as a homophobic comment.
Answers to a survey posted by Mike of MD USA:
1. What's your favorite brand? Since there are different brands in the USA than here in Canada, I don't know if they mean anything to people outside our country. But my favorite two brands are Cottonelle and Royale Velour.
2. How much do you buy at once (six-pack, twelve...?). Whichever size is on sale and makes sense from a per roll cost.
3. How far down does your stock get before you decide to get more? As I only buy mine when my preferred brands are on sale, I never really get low in stock.
4. Have you ever run out in the middle of wiping? Yes, it's a pain but it's happened. It's simply impossible some days to be able to accurately judge whether you're going to have enough.
5. Have you ever sat down and started/finished your business before realizing there was no toilet paper? No, because I always look regardless of how quickly I gotta go.
6. If so, how do you deal with it? If a roll runs out, it's the old pants-around-the-ankles-shuffle to the linen closet right outside the washroom.
1. What's the longest time you were without a poo? Seven days. Now, if it's the fourth day, it's time for a laxative.
2. What was the longest time you were on the toilet for? Honestly, about 3 hours because I fell asleep on the throne. But awake, the longest was probably a little over an hour, especially if dealing with constipation.
3. Have you ever went poo in a bathroom with no/door less stalls? No.
4. Have you ever had a poo in the opposite gender bathroom? No, but a good friend did after not looking carefully at the sign on the door.
5. Have you ever went with a friend? Yes, but we each had our own stall.
6. Have you ever clogged a toilet? Unfortunately, too many times to count. It's not so bad if it happens at home, but it's embarrassing when it happens at a friend's.
7. Have you ever went in something else? When I was much younger, an outhouse. Nowadays, I wouldn't use an outhouse or Porta potty unless it was a matter of shitting myself, which I don't see happening.
8. Have you ever missed the toilet? I'm trying to figure out how you would unless you're trying a new way of pooping.
Laundromat Lock OutToday for Memorial Day I went to visit my brother who lives about 2 hours away from me. I didn't have my usual morning dump since I was in a hurry to leave, and we were busy doing housework for most of the day, so I didn't really get a chance to get to the bathroom. I drove home and realized I needed to wash some clothes at the laundromat. It was already close to midnight, so I wanted to get my clothes clean sooner than later so I could get to bed. I knew the laundromat has a bathroom, so I took my clothes over there, and got them started in a machine.
As soon as I got my clothes going, I felt my day of pent up poop waiting to emerge. So I walk over to the bathroom and it's locked. I figured that the owners locked it, not that there was someone in there. So my brain goes into overdrive about what to do. I don't really have a lot of options, so I decided to step outside and see if there was anywhere secluded enough I could drop a load.
There's a garage of some sort next to the laundromat, and there were a couple trees behind it. I figured I'd take my chances and try to squat quickly behind one of these measly trees. I check around about five times, then drop my shorts to my knees, squat down and give a light push. A log about 11 inches long and 1 inch wide just rushes out of me and I pop up, pull my shorts up and walk away. I wasn't crazy about the idea of not getting to wipe, but I figured underwear is washable, and the longer I stood there, the easier it was to tie me to what just happened. I shifted some dirt and leaves on top of it to at least try and hide it a little.
I'm not much of a public or "show off" pooper. I just didn't really have any options, and I hope that this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass. I guess the lesson to be learned here is always poop before you come to the laundromat. Or really poop anywhere you know the bathroom isn't going to be locked.
Garden And Questions.Hey.
I'm a long time reader, but I've only posted here for 3 times maybe.
I'm from Spain, living in Mexico, 5,7, 21, brunnette, nice body, pale skin long long Hair.
This Sunday I woke up home alone, my roomies went shopping, so I had a long alone time.
I decided to get naked to get chill, but suddenly I felt the urge to pee, I decided going to the garden.
I was peeing, standing and naked, it felt relieving. Suddenly I felt stool coming,
(which felt so good, cuz' lately I've been constipated like ever before, really huuge and Hard bm's but not often at all.)
I wasn't sure, it was the first time I did it with daylight, but whatever.
As the flow ended and I felt pressure I helped myself pushing, (which isn't normal for me, I never need to push)but nothing came out. I continued pushing but there was no more coming out.
Now's 5:00 PM and maybe I got more now. I'm feeling the urge, I'm bloated and I'm cramping so bad, it fells like diahrrea now, that's not normal.
Hope to tell ya'll what will happen now.
Meanwhile I'll be massaging my sore belly and ask you some questions!
Anybody from Spain or Mexico?
What do you think about garden-pooping?
Do you think I should be worried about long time constipation and then non-expected diahrrea?
Hope you liked it, tell me so I post more often.
rest areaMe and some friends were travelling together Cathytells me we need to sstop ahead at the next rest area off the interstate, I said yea I am about to shit myself she laughed and said me to.we park the car Cathy gets out basically running guess she was desperate which so was I. I get to the ladies room and there is a line Cathy made her and at to the front already I just grimissed. But I had a secret the family toilet is around the corner so I make my way to it and I was in luck it was open. I go in get seated and my poop is falling out of my but at rapid pace and to my horror the door opens there is a guy with his pants already unbuttoned and in shock from see ing mW on the toilet. He says sorry men were full and I have a emergency I tell him it will just be a couple more minutes. We got back in the car and left laughing
Story from vacationMy girl friend and I are currently on vacation in northern parts of Europe. We are trying to hold a very long vacation this year, from mid May till mid August. To be able to afford it, we try to avoid expenses on hotels etc. We have found it convenient to make use of the right to camp for a few days almost anywhere in the wilderness. But then we have to give up access to common facilities. We make our food on a gas flame and we wash ourselves in creeks and lakes along our route. Going to toilet we often have to manage just somewhere in nature. We have peed a countless number of times outdoor and I think that for those 2 weeks we have travelled up to now I have even had to poop outside about 10 times. Mostly it has been very simple and uncomplicated. But this morning I had an embarrassing experience out there. We had stayed over night in the woods near to the starting point for an extremely popular path. About 100 meters away there was a (German) parked with a middle aged couple. I knew that we would have to walk for several hours together with lots of others today. Therefore I chose to try to take a dump before leaving the camp site. I took the roll of toilet paper and went well into the woods. Behind a dense bush I pulled down my shorts and squatted. Because I had no strong urge I was sitting for some minutes. And then, just as I had left the load on the ground, a woman walked straight in on me. It was the German neighbour woman. She said something like oh excuse and went away. Later we met the couple on the path and I guess that she remembered me because she said hi and smiled. At first I was somewhat embarrassed but when I told my girl friend about it, she said that she had spotted the German husband squatting in the bushes yesterday evening and that she had seen that the woman had I roll of toilet paper in her hands when walking into the woods earlier this evening. (We all stay at the same spot for one more night.) Obviously we are not the only ones and therefore I think I have no reason to be embarrassed about it.
Hi! Let me introduce myself.Hi guys! My name is Brian. I am 32 years old and a single father of an 13 year old girl. Her name is Riley. I have raised her on my own (with some help from my Mom) since she was 2 months old. Riley has Irritable Bowel Syndrome, or IBS. She has frequent bouts of explosive diarrhea and excessive flatulence, accompanied with stomach cramping. She has had IBS since she was a 8 years old and nothing seems to work to cure it. We've been to many different doctors and specialists, she's tried countless diets and medications, and nothing has worked yet. Hope is not lost because I had IBS too when I was her age, and I seemed to outgrow it in my late teens, but my symptoms were never as bad as hers. I have raised her not to be embarrassed about talking about her bodily functions with me. She has always had a pretty decent attitude about her condition, although there is one thing that she is still very embarrassed about. Riley has trouble holding her bowels.
She has a lot of accidents. Again, we've been to many doctors, and all of them are stumped. The consensus is that her sphincter muscles are weak from her having so many loose stools and have recommended pelvic floor exercises, which have done little to no use. Fortunately, the majority of her accidents happen in her sleep, so for the most part she is fine during the day when she is at school. I have talked to her teachers and the principal and they allow her to use the bathroom whenever she asks, which helps tremendously. I also make sure she has clean clothes in the nurse's office just in case. Most of her issues come at bedtime.
Before bedtime I make her sit on the toilet and try to go, even if she doesn't feel like she has to. She sleeps in Goodnites, which are disposable underwear for bedwetting children. They are thin and discrete, and do not look like traditional diapers, but they can hold one of her very sizeable bowel movements without leaking. She also wears Goodnites on road trips because of the unpredictability of her bowels. She tries to keep her spirits high. She usually acts like accidents are no big deal, cleans up, and goes about her day, but I know it must be emotionally taxing.
Anyways, I wanted to know if any of you guys have children with gastrointestinal issues such as IBS or incontinence, and how you deal with it. Thanks and have a great day!
Nate UpdateOn Friday, we took Nate to the ER, because his school called and reported him drinking six bottles of water in under an hour and having diarrhea. Before we left, we went to Dunkin Donuts for coffee and donuts, where I got a 24 oz coffee and two donuts. Remember that coffee doesn't make me pee, I was fine the whole ride, but Nate, who had drank six bottled waters, peed on the car floor and in a 14 oz cup that mom had drank. He ended up spending the night in the ER, where they tested him for diabetes insipidus. Diabetes= Greek term meaning "to pass through." Diabetes insipidus and diabetes mellitus are two different conditions. Anyways, he tested negative but had a seizure in the car on the way home and spent the rest of the day until dinner sleeping. Yesterday, we went to a Cubs game and outside the stadium Nate pulled his thing out and started urinating in public. Dad made him put his thing back in his pants where he continued peeing. Once inside the stadium, we went to the bathroom because I had to go from chugging down 64 oz of Coke Zero, and once there Nate went again. After the game, he peed in a broken cup in the car, and when me and dad went to Circle K for our 64 oz sodas, we didn't get Nate anything to drink. Today he seems better, but we haven't gone out in public yet, but we are about to go get lunch and some Circle K.
I'm doing fine, went until yesterday without a dump, but took a rather soft, semi-solid dump yesterday, which I believe was triggered by my iced coffee which I load with milk, and I think I might be lactose intolerant, but that won't stop me from drinking my 32 oz homemade vanilla iced coffee made with milk instead of water and splenda for sweetness. Got to go and clean my 64 oz cup out, and I'm posting at 11:45 am, not 4:45 am
I posted yesterday and this is a new posting from me. Still camping at the same spot as yesterday. It is now 06:30am. I woke up about 15 minutes ago and felt a strong urge to take a dump. I went over to our car and found the roll of toilet paper and went away into the woods. I found a suitable spot and pulled down, squatted and enjoyed the librating feeling when listening to birds singing. No uninvited persons coming by today. Possible just to sit there and enjoying it all. My girl friend is still sleeping. She is also quite relaxed about peeing and pooping outside. I have no experience with it from before, but she used to be a girl scout and she has told me that she then got used to find places to go to toilet outside when hiking. I have seen her squatting to pee several times but not seen her when pooping. But I have seen her poop several times. She usually poops a cable in the morning, just after breakfast. I mostly poop two or three lumps when going up in the morning.
Pooped my pantsHi everyone,
Unfortunately today I had another accident. Yesterday I felt a very slight urge to poop before going to bed, but went to sleep. This morning the urge came back, but my poop didn't feel ready.
After I got to school, I felt my need to poop come back periodically during the morning, but it never got to the point where I felt like I desperately needed to go. Suddenly in gym class the urge came back but twice as bad. I had to squeeze my cheeks for a moment to make it go away. After lunch, I started to become desperate. I felt a large log moving around, but I didn't want to leave class because of the time it might take and I didn't want to be obvious. In the last class of the day, my poop really started to move through me..
When I got home, the urge disappeared out of nowhere. I sat down to do my homework, and when I finished, a massive urge to poop came over me. I stood up and started walking to the bathroom, but it was too late. I felt my butthole open up and the crackling began as a soft but firm log forced its way out into my pants. I was literally steps from the bathroom, but the poop came out uncontrollably. I gave up and squatted down slightly, and pushed ever so lightly just to get it over with. The poop felt absolutely amazing coming out, even though I was having an accident. As the first log continued its way out, it tented my pants out nearly seven inches before falling against my butt, forming an enormous bulge. The log came out so slowly, but it was very relieving. It slowly crackled out into my pants and broke off. I was still in the same squatting position, and I farted for about eight seconds as I felt my hole open up again. Another log of the same consistency made its way into my pants. I needed to push a little harder to get it to fit as the original bulge was pressing against it. I didn't even bother trying to get to the bathroom at this point. I squatted a little more, farted again, and pushed as hard as I could. A four inch long poop came out.
I hobbled to the bathroom and spent nearly 20 minutes cleaning up. Although it was gross, the actual feeling of the poop coming out felt really good since it needed to come out so bad.
Until next time,
Responses to JW & KelvinJW's questions
1. Was this the first time you pooped beside someone?
No I had done it a few times over a week-long summer camp my parents had sent me to when I was like 9.
2. Wasn't it hard to get it (my poop) started?
It was the only option I had. I had just eaten lunch at my school about an hour before. It was all I could do was to make it to the van on time for the trip. I don't know how I could have gone at school because of the lines and being late to departure, would have made coach evil mad. So I had to hold my crap until we got to the game. I wouldn't have wanted to play the game with a full pack down there if you know what I mean. If I would have been involved in a collision for the ball and in largely white uniform, well you get the point... I had to spread my legs and give it a mighty push because none of us would have wanted to have been on the toilet longer than Coach was because when she got done, it was into the gym and warm-ups.
3. When your coach came in, didn't you just stop for a time?
We're a team and we've seen each other dress and undress in the locker rooms many times. Most of the showers, especially those in older schools, have no privacy curtains. Often Coach goes to the bathroom with us and because he was in the military before going to college and becoming a teacher, she's comfortable with the lack of privacy. And that reminds me, about six weeks later when we were playing our last regularly-scheduled game against one of the best teams in the conference, Coach was so nervous that she had diarrhea in a doorless stall right in front of us during halftime. We stood there, as she sat pants down, with a blast going into the toilet about every 30 seconds, white board on he lap as she diagrammed plays. Thinking back, that was the only time she didn't lead us out of the locker room at halftime. She came running onto the court a couple of minutes later and signaled the officials to start the game.
Thanks for answering the questions. I agree with you that a shitter seat should be clean and dry. Following a shitter on a public toilet most times will accomplish your warm seat preference which is important when I'm out with my boyfriend and I'm using a highway rest stop or public park toilet in winter. We were at an outdoor rink hockey game last winter. I sat down and my pee steamed the water, but my butt took the abuse and made it warmer for the little girl who patiently waited for me to get off the toilet. Then it was back to the bleacher seats that were so cold they penetrated my thong and designer blue jeans.
Mother and daughterI was at sobeys this afternoon. Suddenly i had a need to go to the washroom, so i head to the only public washroom available it was a unisex.so i get there the door was occupied so i wait for 2 min and to my supprise 2 women who see like mothher and daughter came out.
They excuse them for the smel and left laughing mom was in her 50 with bubble butt blond hair and short and her daughter was around 28 tall and bubble butt and burgundy hair both cute
Anyway i walk in ouffff it smell rotten egg and perfume i lift the lid toilet seem to be clog with a big log and paper And a soft stool :-)
I was on a hurry so i didnt bother to flush i drop my pant and seat on the still remaning warm seat and i had my bm the i flush but it was clog so i wipe and wash my hand and i left
I did my grocery and i was at the cashier and they where in the next one they appolagy again and we left to the parking lot
Tuesday May 31, 2016
Yesterday's poosHi again, thanks for the nice comments regarding the last post (which posted twice for some reason), I'll share more stories in the near future.
Yesterday I had to poo 4 times!
The first one was first thing in the morning, which is unusual for me, I usually poo after lunch and after dinner, I got out of bed and took a magazine to the loo with me, a nice smooth log eased its way out before plopping into the toilet, a couple of minutes later I released another one, similar to the first but slightly longer, I dropped 2 more in quick succession a minute after the 2nd log, the bathroom was starting to smell now, so I reached up and opened the window, I sat reading for another 5 minutes, waiting to see if I had any more to come out, I did as I finished with a short piece. I wiped 4 times and flushed.
I made myself a salad with some chicken breast for lunch, maybe only 15 minutes after this, I felt the familiar urge in my stomach, my need became urgent very quickly, so I hurried to the loo, sat down and within seconds a barrage of loose plops were splattering the toilet, I started reading the magazine id left in the loo from my first poo session as the runny poo continued, by now I had sprayed the air freshener to try and imrove the smell, I had another wave of loose poo and then I was done, the toilet wasn't a pretty sight, I'd managed to cover most of the bowl with my poo, I wiped my very messy bum 10 times.
A while later I was doing housework, as id promised my mum that I would clean the entire house, I was about an hour into it, when I had to do another poo, I was relieved that I hadn't cleaned the loo yet, at least this one didn't feel as though it would be runny, I pulled my leggings and pants to my lower thighs and sat, I had one log and then i felt done, I was only about 3 inches long, I could tell I wasn't empty but nothing else was coming.
At 8:30 pm, an hour after i had dinner, I needed my last poo of an eventful day for my bowels, I turned the tap on in the bath, as I'd earned relaxation after what was going to Be poo number 4 of the day. I sat reading as soft logs curled out every couple of minutes, I couldn't believe that I still had this much poo inside me, after around 10 minutes of sitting I felt a sharp cramp and loose poo rushed out of my bum, it didn't last long but oh my the smell was unbelievable, I flushed, wiped up quite a few times, flushed again, sprayed the air freshener and opened the window, my stomach felt uneasy until I went to bed, but no more poos.
urgentTraveling overnight the other day after a family reunion. I was heading home when all the food was getting to me . I tried to shrug it off but 20 min later I needed a toilet bad. I finally came across a flash foods that was closed but the lady was inside setting up. I knocked on the door she came to and said 15 min. I grabbed my stomach and said please can I use the bathroom I have a upset stomach bad. Sh said sure it was beside the register a one seated. I go in get seated and explode with soft runny poop. She laugh Ed I said sorry she said that's OK and I kept going well guess the store opened up I heard people talking when all of a sudden the door fly's open and a young girl is shocked I say sorry I finish up and leave quite emnrassing
gas station diarrheaI was driving to visit family the other day when out of nowhere I got severe stomach cramps. I pull into a small gas station the toilet is in the back I rush back there a lady was standing few feet away so I tried the door and my luck was locked a girls voice said fee minutes I asked her to please hurry.I was about to mess myself, then the lady came around the corner and I asked if she was waiting she said yes I grabbed my stomach I ask if I can go ahead of her I was literally about to load my pants . the door opens and a cute girl came out blushing the lady told me to go ahead I thanked her put my ass on the toilet and it was so loud and gassy I know she heard me . I finished fast since she let me ahead and was going to wait after her to finish she got in there and I hear her start pooping , guess everybody need a shit.
Last Post for a While and ResponsesHello!
It seems like I can't get everything done that I need to do to take 2 weeks off for my wedding/honeymoon. Alan and I are really excited! I am feeling the nerves, though.
Yesterday and today I've had mild diarrhea. I think it is because I am nervous, anxious, excited and realizing that life is changing. And, of course, it is my time of the month. (TMI, I know, even for this website!) I went four times yesterday and I have already had two trips to the toilet today, and all of them have been rather mushy stools, but not watery diarrhea.
I really enjoy this website and I cannot wait to tell you about life and how things go, especially in the pooping department. I have something really special planned for my first poop as a married couple.
Now for some responses:
Victoria B: Yeah, I guess he has, but I feel sorry for his wife. I hope he is supportive. However, high school kids can be mean, and can be so without even knowing. I love your posts as well! Thank you for your story. Aren't those kind of poops the best?
Postman: Thank you!!! Yes, that poop was awesome compared to the mess I've been in the past couple of days!
Lydia: Great story! Welcome and best wishes on your PhD!!!
Mina: Thank you! I hope that Alan and I can talk about it a little. But there is a part of me that wants to keep some mystery surrounding myself and let him discover me. I hope that you, Maho, Kisae and Kazuko are well!
Cat, here is a response to your question. Everyone's bowels are different, but eating and the feeling of being full does stimulate your bowels. Too, you may be developing a sensitive stomach. Hope you are well! Thanks for your contributions!
Well, wish me well! I will miss you all but I can't wait to catch up with you about the third week in June!
pooping at workI pooped 3 times today. Pooping is awesome.
Recent bathroom news around the familyYesterday, when my brother Nate got home from school, he started drinking a rather large amount of water. I had drank 128 ounces of iced tea while taking batting practice due to the hot and humid conditions, so we thought he might just be thirsty. He ended up drinking seven or eight 12 oz glasses of water along with a juice box. Because he had just started an anti-epilepsy medication, we called his neurologist, who didn't think that it was a side effect of the medication, and instead ordered a blood glucose check to rule out diabetes as a cause. He is fit and eats pretty well, so this surprised me. It turned out to be something else, as I suspected. But on the way to the urgent care center, he started urinating all over the car. In the urgent care center, he continued urinating and asking for water. This is abnormal for him, as he usually is able to hold it, and this didn't seem to be deliberate. They also tested him for ketones and urinary tract infections, which both came back clean. We got dismissed and on the way home, we got Burger King, and he ended up chugging mom's 16 oz Diet Coke and asking for my 21 oz Diet Coke. He showered a lot at home and was drinking water out of a dirty 32 oz cup that he loaded with coins. I'm honestly worried about the potential for gastroenteritis, which can result from the bacteria on those coins and in the shower. Also, he sometimes poops in the shower and the cup was in the shower. His symptoms are: Hyperactivity, insomnia, excessive thirst, excessive urination, and a normal diet. No bowel changes or vomiting, and normal blood sugar levels. He scored a 59 on his first test, was fed glucose gel, and scored a 92 later, with 59 being on the borderline for hypoglycemia, and 92 being normal.
I have also been having problems, I ate a HUGE dinner consisting of two large helpings of extra spicy chicken tomatillo, half a large bag of tortilla chips dipped in my chicken tomatillo sauce, two strawberry shortcakes, and about 40 oz of tea. When we went to BK, I got two angriest whoppers and a 21 oz Diet Coke. Not surprisingly, I was suffering indigestion a couple hours ago. At about 1 am I woke up feeling slightly nauseous and gassy. I went up to my bedroom to try to sleep it off, only to need the bathroom later. Not to vomit, but to poop. The pressure from my large meal must've pushed my bowels out. I was shaking and still afraid of vomiting. A little YouTube binge took my nervousness away, but I'm now having trouble sleeping because everything is on my mind. It is 4:40 am right now, and I hope to sleep. Luckily I'm done with school, because I cannot miss school because I'm tired. It's not my parents rule, but my rule. I only miss school for the following: Severe injury that requires rest on doctors orders, influenza flu, strep throat, or severe gastrointestinal distress, and only when there's vomiting or diarrhea taking place. I missed maybe three days of school last year, because I can't afford to fall behind given my poor grades (B's and C's that could've been D's if I had missed school for mild illnesses). Anyways, I'll probably be tired today but I think I'll just sleep in and go to bed earlier tonight. I know I overdid it at dinner time last night. Something interesting: I felt good after eating a supersized dinner, because large meals trigger dopamine release in the brain, although it comes with a price to pay, as the stomach has trouble processing that much food. I am feeling better now, but I know the revenge of my dinner isn't over: I don't want to check the scales (NOT obese, but I am slightly overweight but I just love eating junk food).
Beware of Listeria! COOK those hot dogs!Had a recent bout of on and off diarrhea with vomiting, didn't connect it with the hotdogs until finally I went to the doc with a sample. It was listeria poisoning from undercooked hotdogs!
This first started about a month ago. I'd gotten Oscar Meyer hot dogs on sale and had been eating them occasionally. Pop a couple in the microwave for a quick meal, not too hot (duh! my mistake!). I don't like my hotdogs to "exploding" stage so I nuked them 20 seconds apiece--grossly insufficent with a 900 watt!
The first time it happened I'd eaten two of these hotdogs over ramen noodles with shredded cheese with a protein shake, for lunch. A couple hours later I didn't feel so good. I sure didn't feel like eating dinner, I'd planned to get a salad and a cheeseburger on the way home. Was out shopping at Kmart at around 6:30 and felt really out of it, I was dizzy, feeling weak, and my stomach felt like I was about to go diarrhea. Got home, had diarrhea several times and took several doses of Pepto once after each time. I think I had diarrhea like seven times in two hours and took Pepto after each time but it didn't help. Tried to keep hydrated by drinking lots of water but it wasn't going any farther down than my stomach, it just felt like a big blob of water in my stomach like my body wasn't even absorbing it or anything. Started feeling cold so I put on a hoodie and fleece jogger even though the temp was a pleasant mid 80s. Fell asleep on the couch while watching TV and at one point I "sharted" and messed up my favorite joggers so I did an emergency laundry wash (if anyone is wondering, YES, I DID use bleach to kill the germs thank you very much!). Showered then went for a walk to get some fresh air and suddenly got very nauseous. This was about 9pm. Started throwing up in front of a neighbor's yard; just couldn't help it. Felt better next morning and went about my day.
Next time I got sick from those hotdogs was three weeks ago. I nuked two for dinner and added chili and cheese and nuked them, and I had a bowl of steamed cauliflower with them, and some frozen strawberry yogurt for dessert. Again, two hours later a sudden urge to have diarrhea and having diarrhea at McDonald's which was the quickest place convenient for me to pull into. I RAN inside and thank goodness there was a stall that was not occupied and thank heavens there was toilet tissue!. Went home and spent the night alternating between having diarrhea and throwing up and sitting outside sipping gingerale to try to settle my stomach. Felt fine by the next afternoon.
Last week was the straw that broke the camel's back. I ate two hotdogs wrapped in american cheese on buns, nuked (insufficiently!), with pickle relish and ketchup for an early lunch with my protein shake after my morning workout. Couple hours later I started feeling pukey suddenly in Walmart so I got a sprite and sat down in the cafeteria for a while hoping my stomach would calm down at least enough to checkout the items I already had in my cart. Luckily the cafeteria was close to one of the doors; I got outside just in time to projectile vomit those vile hotdogs all over the sidewalk. I threw up about 10 times and my stomach felt just awful. Didn't have diarrhea yet until I got home, though. The nice boy bringing in the shopping carts dropped everything and rushed over to me when he saw me getting sick and called a manager and they helped me back inside the store and sat me on a bench. The manager, such a nice girl, after being satisfied that it was not Walmart cafeteria food that got me sick, got me some wetwipes and helped me get myself cleaned up in the bathroom (I threw up twice again in one of the sinks--I helped clean it up), then after I felt a little better she helped me and my cart to the register to ring up my purchases, and walked me to my car and loaded up my stuff for me and kept asking me if I was well enough to drive, after assuring her that basically I'm not going to sue Walmart she finally left me alone, and I drove away.
I was soooo weak! Barely got my bags into the house then I collapsed on the sofa. Yeah, I was feeling pretty sick. Woke up a few hours later with MASSIVE diarrhea! I sat on the pot for what seemed like a half hour blowing extreme amounts of endless diarrhea and throwing up in the wastebasket. My guts felt like a twisted pretzel. Tried to drink fluids to keep hydrated but couldn't keep it down. Kept a trash can by the sofa to throw up in. Sat outside for fresh air at times and just kept throwing up gingerale and saltines I'd been forcing, onto the grass between my feet, I was still bringing up chunks of the pickle relish--don't know how that stuff was still in my stomach but I kept licking off the little chunks of it from the back of my teeth and spitting them after I'd puke. When I finally woke up in the morning I made an appointment to see my physician the next day, they asked me to bring in a vomit sample and stool sample. BINGO, listeria from the hotdogs! He gave me antibiotics and insisted that in the future that I cook my hotdogs, no shortcuts!
I know Oscar Meyer touts (or used to in the 70s)in their ad that their hotdogs could be eaten without cooking ("The roasting made their hotdog number one from coast to coast, when you've got an Oscar Meyer, you've got a weiner roast"). The ad featured people from all walks of life simply taking the weiners from the package and eating them without cooking! I guess things have changed for the worse these days. Many years ago when I was single and worked in the steel mill I would bring a couple packages of frozen Oscar Meyer weiners to work and by lunchtime they'd be thawed just about right and the guys and I would stab the hotdogs with our pocketknives and I'd give them a few quick passes with the cutting torch and we'd have like a nice little picnic lunch. Another thing I used to do for the guys is make grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch on a piece of clean steel (they'd bring all the ingredients, any kind of sandwich they wanted grilled FAST, I'd make it). Quickest grilled cheese sandwiches in the world--wave an oxyacetylene torch over a piece of clean steel plate in a vise a few times to heat it, and put on two sticks of butter and when it's melted, slap on a dozen to twenty cheese sandwiches or whatever the guys have made and leave it for just a few seconds, them flip them this time with my torch under the steel. I had it down to a science. A dozen to twenty hot and crispy fresh grilled cheese sandwiches in less than a minute is a pretty good trick, no? The guys loved them best almost burnt. Hot, crispy and buttery and best of all, almost no waiting! Why wait in line at McDonald's when Karen can do 'ya better? Most of the guys would put ham on their sandwiches they wanted me to torch for them. One of the bosses got the idea from a movie about Charles Lindberg and how they fried fish with an acetylene torch in the flick, but I actually decided to try it with sandwiches and everybody loved it! I've made countless pots of coffee with an oxyacetylene torch also. Microwaves have got nuthin on me in terms of speed!
Well, friends, I'm feeling much better now and enjoying my summer (the main perk of being a substitute teacher and semi retired, is that you get summers off!). Bye now.
Re: Braidy, High School Road GamesBraidy, I can't IMAGINE doing what you did (Pushing out a BIG one) under the circumstances you describe! Was this the first time you pooped beside someone? The idea honestly gives me chills!! I would think MY a--hole would lock up tighter than Fort Knox. Wasn't it hard to get it started? When your coach came in didn't it just STOP for a time?-- JW
Pooping while old--to BiancaI call myself Oldpoop, but I am only 73 going on 74. You are right: There are some old people who suffer bowel or bladder incontinence. However, those problems don't arise just because of age, but rather from either mental or physical infirmities that can come at any age. A person might be in a bad accident that does nerve damage that prevents him from feeling when he has to go, or he gets Alzheimer's or another type of dementia that takes away his ability to react to the feeling. Most old people retain normal bowel function until they die, or very near to the end of life. My dear wife died after a long struggle with cancer nearly two years ago, at 70, and never soiled herself; her main problem was constipation, and toward the end, when she could no longer eat, she didn't go at all. I have never pooped my pants, even when ill with what I think was the Norovirus, a virulent diarrhea disease. While ill, I did use Depends, but always made it to the toilet in time to avoid soiling. I still have Depends somewhere in the house, but it's been so long I've forgotten where they are.
Saturday, May 28, 2016
DiarrheaYesterday I ate so many cranberries that I developped diarrhea. I had loose stools nearly 4 times! Also, my hospital stories I told were from what I remember, so if I had unknowingly made a mistake that's ok. I stood in the bathroom today, and was thinking back on one of those posts. I was sure I was given the inhaled anesthetic, because my throat felt weird before I went to sleep. If I was truly injected with the medication, I was only loosing the sensation of feeling the oxygen. I'm just trying to say that the post I might have said the wrong thing in was based off of as much of what I remember as possible. Surely just about everyone has unknowingly made a mistake on toiletstool. Anyway, I learned from the Internet that one of the side effects of eating too many crannberries is diarrhea. My poop didn't smell like crannberries, but I was gassy. This morning, I did some loud farting in bed. What do you call a fart smell that lingers in your room? An old fart lol! Bye.
Faith's questionWhy men's stall don't have doors?
In schools, its because the administration wants to make supervision of the bathrooms easier and with all the vandalism, misuse of the toilets, and students who seek to just get out of a boring class, loss of privacy is the price we pay. I also know that smoking also has a lot to do with it. In my high school, when a toilet is vandalized, if it had a door, the door is taken off for a period of days, and if its bad such as firecrackers under the seat, the doors stay off for the rest of the year. Our downstairs guys bathroom has been completely locked up for the rest of the year because a fire was set, did about $2,000 damage and required the trucks to come. I've had friends from other school districts telling me that beginning in kindergarten and up until they got to college, none of the toilets available had doors.
In stores, malls, arenas and parks, reasons are sexual activity, vandalism, sometimes the homeless hanging out, and in one case an old man losing his jewelry and wallet while he was standing at the urinal, face to a wall, taking a leak. In the park in our subdivision, police gave a ticket to a man and woman in a stall together having sex. I guess the lack of a stall door is meant to stop that from happening.
Faith, how often do you use public bathrooms? What have they been like? What have you experienced? Thanks.
Pooping in a cafe, pooping in a forest, two Asian girlsGoing to talk about a few different stories
This one is the most recent pooping experience I've had. I noticed that I had not taken a dump in a few days. I didn't believe I was constipated but I never got the urge to go. One morning I was getting coffee and something to snack on in a small little cafe. While waiting in line I finally started getting the feeling. So after I got and ate my food I headed for the ladies room. The bathroom was down a hallway hidden from plain site. There was two women waiting in line before me. One was a blonde girl with her hair in a tight ponytail. She was the one right before me and from the time she spent in the bathroom I think she took a shit. When it was my turn there was now someone waiting behind me. I went into the bathroom and it was very small and cramped. It smelled greatly of poo and there was some skids in the bowl. I sat on the still warm seat and had a long pee. I then pushed hard thinking it would be hard to get out. But my shit quickly came right out. I looked and it was nine inches long, an inch thick, and looked soft but firm. I wiped and left without flushing so the next in line could admire what I did. I quickly left before I could get in trouble.
There have been quite a few times when I needed to pullover and relieve myself on the side of the road. One time I was driving through a heavily forested area. I really needed to shit, I hadn't gone for some time. I knew if I didn't go ASAP I would soil myself. So I pulled over, grabbed my emergency tp, and headed into the woods. I found a good spot in some bushes, about only 10 feet from the road. I had only seen a few vehicles so I figured it would be fine. I peed then started pushing out my shit. I could feel it stretch my ass. If it wasn't for my desperation and pooping position it would've been hard to pass. It felt amazing coming out and I only needed to push at the start. The rest steadily slid out. I looked at it and it was pretty thick and about six inches long. The whole thing was very dark brown, knobbly, and smelled horrible. I let out some equally smelly gas, wiped, and left.
I was eating in a restaurant one evening and I just happened to be seated near the bathrooms. I had fun watching people go in and out and being able to tell who probably took a dump by how long they were in there. After I finished eating I decided it was my time to use the bathroom. Two Asian women that looked mid-twenties had just recently gone in and there was a blonde woman who looked a bit younger who went in a few minutes prior. I went in and saw that all three stalls were taken. It sounded like one girl was peeing. I heard a flush and the blonde woman left the middle stall. I took the middle and sat on the still warm seat. I could hear the Asian women on both my sides start shitting. I started pushing mine out and it felt soft and very thin. The two girls were letting out lots of plopping sounds, especially the one on my right. We all started wiping at around the same time. I looked before I wiped and I had done many very thin light colored poops, shortest was two inches and longest was five. They were really thin, probably a centimeter. Most floated in the bowl too. My butt was extra messy so I took longer than the others to finish wiping. I could hear the girl on the right try flushing but the toilet wouldn't flush. She cursed under her breath and tried a few more times. She gave up and joined her friend washing hands. I waited til they left and checked her stall, without flushing my own of course. It looked like there was a big poo but it broke into pieces coming out. The biggest was about four inches and the rest were smaller. They were all almost two inches thick. The color was a mix of light and dark brown and it looked fibrous where it broke. It looked like there was small pieces of undigested carrots too. I noticed the water in this toilet was really low. So most of her poo was above water and it really smelled. I washed my hands and left.
My Bad!Last year I had a relatively embarrassing bathroom experience. I was downstairs watching a movie with my dad and brother, and due to the junk food I was eating and having gone nearly two days without a BM, I needed to go badly. I asked dad to pause the movie, and told him I was taking a shower. I got my clothes and a towel together, and went into the upstairs bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, a large log immediately hurled itself out of me, and more came to follow. As I sat there for several minutes dropping logs and sharts, I began to feel done. Naturally, as I always do, I waited for a couple of minutes before wiping then getting a shower. I thought I flushed, but I must not have, as I was in a hurry to shower, and I take LONG showers. After finishing up, I dried off and went back downstairs to finish the movie (don't think dad knew, or if he did, he didn't say anything). Later that night, when I went to that same bathroom again to pee, I noticed that the toilet had not been flushed. I flushed it, making sure that I actually flushed it this time. Luckily, I was the only one who saw it (dad would've said something, and I don't think Nathan saw it). This got me thinking: Has anyone else here ever not flushed the toilet after a BM? Why? Did anyone notice? Have you ever seen someone who didn't flush for any reason?
To Charlotte:There are some things you can do to start with. Know tat there are some things that are likely to hasten the need to pee. High sugar or salt intake from food or drink. Caffeine can as well. Sometime when you are at home, get your bladder as full as possible, and then pee into a container. The volume should be between 400 and 600 MLs. If it's way below that, it might be somethig to look into wit your doctor or a urologist. In the mean time, consider some type of bladder protection. You might also want to consider that what you may feel is a mild need to go is actually your bladder maxing out. It is what it is. No shame, no foul. Ask your doc. I doubt tht you can tellthem anything that they haven't heard.
High School Road GamesMy high school was a pretty decent facility in terms of toilets, showers and dressing rooms for our teams as well as the opponents. It was a big school and they put money into updating the facilities. However, when our girls basketball and volleyball squads traveled to other schools to compete as the visiting team, that wasn't always the case. Especially, the smaller schools in rural communities often just didn't have the space or money to make things better.
This happened my first year when I was a reserve player. We left our school right after lunch on the Friday before Christmas. It was a 45-minute drive to the school we were playing. There was only the boys locker room available and it was assigned to us. I don't know what they did with the gym classes that afternoon, but we didn't see any guys around. Coach took us into the locker room and my friend Mardi saw the urinals against one wall and asked if I was interested in peeing in one. Mardi said she was but Coach told us she didn't recommended it. Opposite the urinals, there were six toilets attached to the wall--no panels, no nothing for privacy. She and I took a seat next to one another. Because of my height, I spread my legs wide to push out the big one and our knees collided because Mardi was crapping too. Our teammates were based on one large bench that separated the toilets from the urinals. Mardi told me she was secretly hoping a member of our team or two would stand against a urinal and pee. Coach ripped down her sweats to her knees and took a seat on the end toilet. Immediately we could hear a gush of pee coming out of her and she yelled out for us to watch our time and we were five minutes away from our warmups on the court.
Both Mardi and I looked at one another for the toilet paper which we couldn't find. I asked coach about it and she said it was on the wall immediately behind us. I was off the stool and turned behind me to pull it off when there was a huge blast of hot water over the half-high wall that separated us from the shower room. Our team manager was trying to take a shower, but the shower head had been screwed with and pointed backwards at us. As she tried to switch it around, it came off in her hand, and she shouted several obscenities as she fought with it. Finally, after we and half the room got continually sprayed for close to a minute, Coach, with her clothing down and evil mad, ran back there and finally got the water shut off. She cussed out our manager worse than we had ever heard before, and she continued to yell and rant as Mardi and I were dripping wet and with waterlogged toilet paper, were cleaning our butts. Coach called the office and towels were delivered to us by the athletic director's secretary, who seemed to be withholding a smirk has she handed them out.
The next week at practice we saw our manager doing her required 30 laps of the gym before practice began.
Please Read ThisHi everyone! It's Cat!
I just want to tell everyone that I will no longer be posting on this website. With my junior year coming up and various dance things, I will just be too busy. If something awesome happens, I may talk about it. Aside from that. I'm done.
Goodbye my fellow poopers! Love to you all!
Old PooperHi guys. Sometimes when I'm bored, I like to imagine what being old will be like for me concerning toilet matters. Did you know that old people may become incontinent. If I do poop myself as an old person, I hope to have supportive people around. When I imagine being old, I suppose the involuntary release of stool would be like diarrhea that just slips out. I think this may mostly occur really close to the end of life, but I'm sure it could happen sooner. One surprise which occurred when I had my first surgery to remove gallstones was that I thought my right ear was ringing slightly for a bit before my awareness disappeared, but I don't recall that happening the 2 other times I went to sleep. The moments after going to sleep were like a switch had been turned off, and I suddenly stopped existing for a period of time. Anyway, if I have an unexpected surprise moments before my demise (such as a bathroom-related one), I'm ok with that like I said before. I just hope nobody is grossed out especially since old people can't help but have these potty accidents. Lol, I can now just imagine joking with old people at a nursing home, and excusing myself to go change my disposable underwear. However it goes when I reach that point, I hope my bathroom experiences won't be too embarrassing.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Reply to Adrian and latest loo visitHey
Adrian:- yes it was a case of urgency, i suffer
With IBS-D so i often need a loo urgently and have had a few accidents recently too. I am often at the doctors for stronger medication to control my IBS, it is not pleasant lol, but thankfully when i get the right medication and i de-stress it is easier to control and less life controlling.
Latest loo visit.
Was at my mate Kylie's.
Went and saw her and her son Matthew today.
It was around 1pm when i got my urge and i soon became more desperate.
I went to her loo around 40 mins later after i could hold it for no longer
Locked her door pulled my grey tracksuit bottoms down and white knickers
To discover i had also started my period, & relaxed.
Immediately my plops loosely fell out my butt. Meanwhile i popped a maxi pad in my knicks.
8 loose light brown plops initially followed by a wet fart then a further 8 plops on top of that. I wiped 6 times and flushed leaving a putrid smell and skids in her toilet.
I sprayed her oust and washed my hands, then headed back to Kylie.
Got home 5 mins ago and got a feeling i need another poo, not desperate just yet though.
Hubby gets home in 10 mins so i might just let him join me for my next poo... He'll enjoy that.
Might lose my job over an accidentI'm in my mid 30s and recently became an assistant store manager at a large chain retail store. I'm one of 3 assistants who, like the store manager, have keys to the building and are responsible for opening and closing the store. On Tuesday morning it was my morning to open. Usually one of us opens at 6 with a hand ful of employees and another assistant gets there at 7 or 8 with another slew of employees. I didn't get a good night's sleep and tried to compensate with an extra cup of coffee... not only did it barely help pep me up, but i realized very shortly into my drive that it was causing chaos in my body. I had to pee urgently, but the more alarming issue was an intense and unsettling feeling of needing to poop, like diarrhea. I was uncomfortable but not concerned, just anxious to get to the store so i could get in and use the bathroom. I was already on the highway at that point and there was really no where to stop, and my store was just off the exit anyway. By the time i took my exit and approached the parking lot i felt a pressure in my ass unlike anything else i ever experienced. My whole body was tense and i felt shivers go down my spine from needing to poop so urgently. My heart was racing as i felt my stomach gurgle, and i mumbled "please no" as i parked my car. I felt like i had no chance in hell of making it across the lot and inside and to the back of the store, but obviously i had to try... i sat there in my car all rigid and clenching my ass while squeezing my steering wheel, just taking deep breaths as i tried to wait out the overwhelming urge to release and find an opportunity to head to the bathroom, but it was no use... a few seconds later i just couldn't endure the pressure any longer and soft, mushy poop started quickly bursting out into my pants with bubbly wet farts. It felt very hot and i leaned all the way forward in my seat to prevent it from going towards my front, and instead i felt it creep up towards my back as it spread out in my panties and khakis. The worst part was it didn't even feel relieving... my stomach still hurt and i was still struggling not to go more in my pants even after I had totally messed myself. And obviously it stunk too... badly. I just sat in disbelief knowing full well i couldn't open the store in that condition... i grabbed my phone and, with trembling hands, texted the other asm who was due in later that morning and just said i had gotten sick on my way in to work and asked if he would be able to get there early to open... then before waiting for a reply i started my car back up and got the hell out of there before one of my employees pulled up and saw me just sitting in my car.
It wasn't that much longer before my bladder failed too and i started to pee my pants. I tried hard not to, which might seem pointless but the mess was already bad and i knew the wetness would make it worse, but i couldn't help it. I'm surprised i made it that long before peeing myself actually, because losing control of my bladder is a little more familiar to me... man what a mess. Such a smelly and uncomfortable ride home, with the enormous stress of knowing i was going to get in trouble for not opening the store. And just to top it off i didn't get home before having two more small bouts of diarrhea in my pants. What a mess.
When i got home my other asm had replied saying he couldn't be in before 7 and asked if i had texted the 6 am people to wait...which i did not...so he gave me a hard time saying they probably showed up, waited then left so he'd be even more short handed. At that point though i was more concerned about cleaning myself up and just told him I'd be in as soon as i could... he just kind of said "if you're sick you're sick don't bother".
i made my waddle of shame into my house...the most uncomfortable part being the woosh of cold air against my butt when i got out of the car. I laid old towels down on the bathroom floor, literally had to peel my khakis and underwear off then took the longest shower of my life before just balling everything up in the towels and throwing it away. Then spent the remainder of my morning trying to clean my car seat and air the car out.
I went to work today and my store manager didn't ask any details about my "illness" thankfully, but expressed her displeasure about the short notice and not showing up to open. I had a moment where i was debating explaining to her the truth of what happened, and maybe she'd understand or take pity on me and let it go, but i was way too embarassed to admit that i blew off work because i pooped my pants in the car. So i just rolled with the punches and went about the day, thinking it was all over...but then near the end of the day she told me the district manager will be in tomorrow (thursday) and wants a meeting.
So, here's to hoping that I'm not going to get fired because i shit my pants.
Today's poopsHi again. I pooped a lot today, and it came in four separate loads. The first one was early this morning just before my first class. I had felt an urge shortly after waking up, but I decided I could hold it because I was running a bit later than usual. However, the urge built as I was walking to class, and I had to stop at the bathroom. Probably because everyone was already at class or on their way there, the bathroom was empty. I took the closest stall and sat on the toilet. My poop came out fairly quickly in about 7 or 8 fat but short pieces. I wiped a bunch and flushed, then washed my hands and just barely made it to class exactly on time.
My second poop of the day came in the early afternoon. Shortly after eating lunch, I was feeling a familiar pressure, so I headed off to the closest bathroom. This time, all four of the stalls were taken and there were two other girls waiting in line. I could see the first girl messing around with her phone and fidgeting a lot. I figured she needed to pee. The second girl in line seemed like she needed to poop. Every so often, when she thought nobody was looking, she'd grab her stomach but then quickly return her hands to her sides. While we were waiting, another girl came in. She wasn't fidgeting or showing any signs of needing the bathroom for either function though.
After what seemed like forever, one stall opened up and the first girl in line rushed in. I could hear her pee stream start almost immediately. It was loud. She peed for maybe fifteen seconds tops, but it was a very intense stream. Then she wiped, flushed, and went to wash her hands. Then the next girl took the stall. I continued to wait, and my need to poop was building. One more girl came in and got in line. After just a little bit, she said, "Oh, I hope this line moves fast. I have to go #2." I responded that I did too. And the last girl said she did as well. After that, a stall opened up and I went in.
Despite my need to poop feeling strong when I was in line, it took a bit to coax it into actually coming out. My first turd was thick, though not quite as thick as the pieces from this morning were. And it was quite long too. I followed it up with another very similar one. Then I felt empty. I wiped, but it was a fairly clean poop and I hardly had to wipe. I saw my two turds in the bowl, one a straight line down the middle, probably eight inches or so long. Then the other was curved and laid on top of it. Then I flushed them down. As I was washing my hands, the girl who had been in line in front of me came out of her stall, looking very relieved.
My third poop was later in the afternoon. I had gone for a workout after all my classes, and was getting ready to shower when I felt an urge to poop again. One of the two stalls was taken and I went in the other. Immediately after sitting down, I pooped out three short pieces of poop. I wiped, flushed, and went to shower. My last poop was just a little bit ago, and it was uneventful. I was studying and I farted a few times, but I could tell there was more than a fart that needed out. I walked down the hall to the bathroom and let out one very small piece and that was all.
Tarja from Finland
Mother and Daughter Pooping TimeHi all, Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy trying to finish up with school and I've been spending some free time on drawing. I'm an artist and I'm very good at drawing. Lol. To those of you who are questioning of the answers I said on Michael W's survey, here it is. When I say that my boyfriend, mom, or dad help me through a difficult poop, what they do is that they massage my belly and they instruct me to push, or they will instruct me to take a breather from pushing too hard.
Ok on Sunday we were celebrating my mom's birthday and me and my mom had to do a big lunch and dinner. We definitely ate way too much food which caused me and my mom to spend the rest of the evening on the toilet pooping our guts out. First we had lunch with my Grandmother. Me and my mom ate a Greek Salad, a Caesar salad, a Garden salad, Smoked boar, Lots of deviled eggs, pasteries, mashed potatoes, scallop potatoes, German chocolate cake, chocolate candy, blueberries, strawberries, and a lot of Grape juice. After me and mom finished our big dinner, we stayed at the restaurant and talked about school and my boyfriend. While waiting for my mom to pay the tab my stomach started to gurgle. After the bill was paid my mom said "I have to go to the bathroom." I said "I'm joining you." So I put my clogs back on my feet and followed my mom into the Women's restroom. Omg my stomach was cramping so bad it felt like my stomach was gonna explode from the inside. In the Women's bathroom there were only two stalls. Me and mom have the bathroom to ourselves. There is another Woman's bathroom in this restaurant but its upstairs. Lol. I took the stall closest to the sink and my mum took the stall right next to me. I pulled down my black dress pants and underwear to my ankles and slid my clogs off bcz I hate wearing shoes. My mom then did the same. Me and mom sat there in silence and then Ppffffrrrttt! I farted and sighed in relief. My mom did a mid-range fart. And then PPPPPPPPFFFFRRRRRRTTTTTTT! "Mum, my stomach hurts" I said. "Mine does too" My mom said. So then I rubbed my ???? while my mum farted loud again. It was like BBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPP! I massage my left side of my abdomen and then I let out a mid range fart with molten poop pouring out of my skinny little butt. Then ma and my mom both farted with explosive diarrhea at the same time it was almost like we were having our own contest. My mom: PPPPFFFFFRRRRRRTTTT! And then Me: PPPPFFFFRRRRTTTT! My mom: BBBRRRRAAAAPPPP! And Me: PPPPFFFFFRRRRRTTTT!
Omg the bathroom smelled like rotten eggs. My butt hurt a little bit bcz diarrhea makes my butthole sting. Me and my mom both exploded with diarrhea at the same time. And then for like 45 long minutes we continued pooping liquid poopy diarrhea in the Woman's restroom. A few ppl came into the bathroom hoping to use it but they couldn't bcz me and my mum took both of the stalls. Every five or so minutes I could hear ppl coming in and then coming out the bathroom knowing they could not use it. Me and my mom's farts faded to mid range farts like ppppffffrrrtt or bbrrrraaaappp! along with squirting and spraying the toilet bowl. I heard a woman outside the bathroom talk to a hostess or waitress. I could barely but almost hear them talking. I think they said "Is there another bathroom around here bcz there are only two stalls in this bathroom and they are taken and it seems like they've been in there for ages." The lady said to them "Right this way." Me and my mum had just finished pooping and we both wiped our butts and flushed the toilet. Before I flushed the toilet I looked at my pile and it was nearly close to the rim. Holy Crap! That's as much as I pooped in school the other day but I was having diarrhea that morning. Anyways I slid my black socked feet into my clogs, flushed the toilet and washed my hands. Me and mum both left the restaurant and Helsinki to go home for the night. It was a hard ride home bcz me and my mum were having stomach cramps on the way home. Our home isn't far from Helsinki. But when we came home I was happy bcz I was ready to run to the bathroom again. So we came inside and took off our shoes. "I have a toilet upstairs calling my name" My mum said. "Me too" I said. When I say the toilet is calling my name it means that I have to take a dmup. So my mom ran upstairs to use her bathroom and I went to use the downstairs bathroom in the kitchen. First I took off my white blouse bcz my ???? was warm from the cramps. I go into the bathroom and I closed the door and locked it. I pulled down my black dress pants again and took out my book and started reading it. I exploded with diarrhea again. It was like PPPPFFFFRRRRTTT! or BBBBRRRRAAAAPPP! I had a book in one hand and my other hand was holding my stomach to sooth the cramping. I spent a good 30 minutes in the bathroom. When I was done I took a nap on the couch for a couple of hours and then when I woke up I had to poop again. So I went straight back to the bathroom and parked my butt back on the toilet. I had diarrhea again and when I was done I tried to flush it but the toilet was clogged. Yesterday my mum unclogged the toilet with the snake thingy. Today after school was out I had diarrhea in the Girl's bathroom again and I spent a good 40 minutes on the toilet. I pooped so much that it was almost up to the water line and it looked like soft serve chocolate ice cream. Me and my mum have the same pooping problems where we get constipated for so long and then we get attacked my explosive diarrhea. That's why me and her do enemas. I hate enemas but they do help me and my mum says that I am due for another one. Mum just finished giving herself three enemas and she is now calling my name to go into the bathroom so its time for my enema right now. I will let you know how it went.
Braidy Survey - Guys perspective!Hi Braidy I thought you might like the opinions of a guy in the UK
1) What do you do in a crowded public restroom and all the stalls are full and1) What do you do in a crowded public restroom and all the stalls are full and there's nothing encouraging going on such as flushers being used or feet moving under the doors?
There is nothing you can do except hold it and wait!
2) Do you prefer to follow a shitter or pee-er?
A shitter - seat should be clean and dry. At college the toilets are quite cold especially in winter and it's nice to follow a guy with a warm butt who has done a good job of warming the seat!
3) Considering Number 2 above, what have you done to get their attention back on track or get them off the toilet?
There is not much you can do. I enjoy my time on the throne and take my time. When I am on the throne I am the reigning king and anyone waiting outside has to wait their turn to take their seat on the throne. Being in the toilet is one of your few opportunities for peace with no interruptions. Guy code dictates you respect the rights of others to quiet time. I was in the toilet in a supermarket once and there was only one cubicle. Some guy knocked on the door. For disturbing my time, I kept him waiting! You just have to hold it and be patient!
4) How long should a person sit before giving up and relinquishing their seat?
As long as they want!
5) Are there enough women's toilet available in large arenas, rest stops, airports and other public facilities.
No idea. There are often not enough toilets in the guys toilets, and too many urinals. My college campus has 7 cubicles across 2 bathrooms and probably enough urinal space for about 50 of us to piss simultaneously. Likewise there are about 10 sinks and one hand dryer when hand drying takes longer than washing!
Worried about my PoopFor the last several months I've been having a lot of stomachaches, cramping, and sudden, intense needs to get to a toilet. I'm usually just going about my day when I get hit with the stomach cramping and urge to poop and the only thing I can do is hurry to a toilet and go diarrhea.
I've tried to be very careful with what I am eating but I don't think it is helping. In fact, this past weekend I actually embarrassingly had an accident. I was enjoying a quiet evening in my pajamas (long t-shirt and underwear) when I felt the worst cramping I have ever had. I knew what was about to happen and hurried to the bathroom. I raised the toilet lid, turned around and picked up my shirt but before I could pull down my underwear my muscles gave out and diarrhea exploded into my underwear. I couldn't stop the explosion so I quickly sat down on the toilet seat with my underwear still on and blasted out the gassy, sloppy mess while clutching my stomach in pain.
When my diarrhea stopped, my stomach was still hurting pretty badly so I knew I was going to have to go more but I wanted to use the opportunity to take off my underwear. They were absolutely destroyed but I managed to get them off and into the trash without making too much of a mess. As I was sitting there again thinking about how I had pooped myself, I got another bad stomach cramp but this time I was able to just let go and I had several waves of gassy diarrhea before my stomach felt better.
I can't believe I had a poop accident as a grown woman. I'm also worried that I'm going to be hit with another uncontrollable urge and have an accident when I'm not at my home. Today, I just barely made it to a toilet at work and was pretty embarrassed to have to go loud, smelly diarrhea around my coworkers.
Mr P (in the wheelchair)
To Amber.To Amber.
Firstly welcome to the site. I loved your story about pooping with your new buddy in your student accommodation. It sounds like the bathroom smelled very badly after you both pooped in there. Hope to hear more stories from you.
Mr P (in the wheelchair)
comments & stuffTo: Amber great story it sounds like you had a pretty good poop.
To: Simmee great st story it sounds like those girls really had to poop.
To: Vincene great story it sounds like your teacher had a great poop.
To: Victoria B great story about your big poop at the coffee shop.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Hi guys!Hi everyone, I'm new to this, I have a story from a few months ago that I'd like to share, about meeting my university roommate Chloe
I'm 5'6", brunette, 20 years old, I go to the gym regularly, my friends say I have a nice figure, I've got quite a big bum, I'm from the UK, Chloe is 21, blonde, slightly taller than me but has a smaller bum.
In September I started university and moved into student accommodation, a house with 6 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms a kitchen and a sitting area. In total there are 6 girls in the house.
So I moved into the house, I was the last one to arrive, so ended up with the smallest bedroom, on the ground floor, Chloe in the room next to me, and everyone else upstairs, due to this, the ground floor bathroom has essentially become me and Chloe's bathroom, on the first night in the house we ordered in pizza and had a couple of drinks each, as we were all chatting, I found that Chloe and I had a lot in common.
Later on, everyone went to bed, but before I did, I knew that the pizza had taken its toll, I had a good poo brewing inside of me, so I took a magazine and went to the loo, however in my slightly inebriated state I forgot to lock the door.
I sat down, opened up my magazine, started peeing, just as my pee stopped, I felt a log knocking at the back door, I continued to read as it made its way out, I made a relived sigh as it splashed down into the water, 10 minutes or so had passed and I had dropped a few good logs and still felt that there was more coming, I was sitting, reading my magazine when the door opened, and there was my new friend, holding a paperback book in the doorway, we both giggled and I said "well that's something else we've got in common", we giggled again, I invited her to sit on the edge of the bath until I was finished, we chatted for another 6 or 7 minutes while I dropped more poos, then I was finished, I wiped my bum 6 times, and my front once, after wiping I looked in the toilet, there were 6 reasonably sized logs, with some smaller poos aswell, and then it was her turn.
I offered to leave but she said that I could stay, so I did, she pee'd as soon as she sat down and let out a loud fart when she finished, followed by some soft poo, we chatted as she unleashed more sloppy poo into the toilet, I'd created a pungent aroma, but Chloe's fumes were toxic, after about 15 minutes she grabbed the loo roll, and wiped her backside about 10 times, the toilet wasn't a pretty sight, lots of brown spots dotted all round the bowl, she flushed her creation away, "bet you feel better now", I said, "yeah, so must you amber" she replied, we exchanged a hug, said goodnight and went to our beds.
Elementary School Accident`Hi, Emily again. I'm the girl that posted about a week ago about how I messed my pants in math class. I have a gym class story.
This happened 6 years ago, when I was in 4th grade. I was in gym class and we had to run around the perimeter of the gym a number of times. I had diarrhea and my stomach was gurgling all day. As I was running, I got a cramp in my abdomen. I was afraid to ask to go, because I thought the gym teacher was mean. I was trying to keep up with everyone while holding it in. It suddenly gushed out into my underwear. I started to smell it, but apparently no one else could. I was trying my best to manage the mess, so it wouldn't fall out of my underwear. After the class was over, I told my normal teacher that I had an accident. She took me to the nurse, who called my dad. He came to pick me up. We got home and he cleaned me up. I got away with it with neither my sisters or the people in my class knowing about it.
Just a quick one, Tarja from Finland: if you are still around, please post more!
Questions and Comments and StuffHey there! It's Cat!
So, I have a question for y'all:
Let's say you eat dinner at 6 PM. And at like 4:30 or 5 you have to go poop. Do you go to a bathroom right then (assuming the situation is right), or do you wait until after dinner?
When I was younger, I thought you pooped out food only an hour or so after you ate it. After watching videos of the digestive system, I realized that it takes a while, at least 24 hours. So when I was little, I would wait so that I wouldn't have to go in the morning. Now, it has become habit (I also poop right before I shower because I don't like having a dirty butt). What do you think?
Mina: I completely understand. In some aspects, I feel closer to my friends then my family. I will occasionally ask my mom about something, but it will be accompanied with a blush and a stutter.
I know this post is kinda short and different from what I normally do, but I've been insanely busy with ballet exams to move on to level 11. I also signed up to help my ballet instructor hem and adjust ALL THE NEW LEOTARDS for ALL LEVELS so I have been going over to her house almost every day after school to sew (at least Amy signed up as well). But summer is just around the corner so I'll have more time then, and Sarah and Amy and I will probably get together.
Cross-Stall ConversationThis past Sunday our church had a congregation-wide picnic at an amusement park and the turnout was great. They had a part of the program devoted to the graduating high school seniors and there were about 50 of them. Each was given a gift and was asked to tell where they were going to college. I was on the committee to do the setup so I had to be there right after Sunday school. After setting tables and helping organize the stage, I had to take my morning crap so I looked for the nearest bathroom building. It was not even 11 a.m. but I was getting sweaty and realized the sweat was coming through my thighs and onto my yellow shorts. Bad color choice, I know! So I found the really old looking block bathroom building with the gender signs above the door almost totally faded. There were three toilets, half-size doors at the entrance to each, and no latches. I took the middle. The seat was up and I dropped it. Once I pulled down my shorts, it seemed liked the temperature and humidity went up my at least 10 degrees. I was hoping my sit wouldn't be a long one.
Then I heard voices coming toward me and two girls came hurrying in. They were obviously friends because the made some remark about not getting to crap together. They both complained about how gross the bathroom was and as I heard them talk after they took their seats and one of the girls opened up with a really heavy-duty pee. Her friend was impressed and asked her if that was the beer from the previous night's party. Then there was the series of loud splashes from the one girl and her friend told her "I don't think I've ever heard you shit before." Then she snapped back that at least she's normal and she goes to the bathroom when she needs to. She said even if the bathrooms are crowded, inconvenient and dirty, it is wrong to hold your needs in. One was almost taunting the other and as I listened to the conversation, making fun of her friend for never, ever having use a school bathroom during her four years in high school.
As I wiped, they continued their conversation and I got to thinking about how incredible I think that is. Four years in high school without ever using a school toilet! Counting both pee and poop, I go two or three times a day at school. Am I wrong in thinking avoiding using a school toilet is not an accomplishment?
comments & stuffTo: Littlepoopgirl great story about and Ashleys toilet adventure.
To: Lydia first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like the 3 of you all had great poops and I bet you all pretty good afterwards and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Ellie first welcome to the site and it sounds like you had a pretty rough day at school and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Amber first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like you and Chloe both had great poops and I bet you both felt great afterwards to and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
A few responses first.
To Catherine: Sounds like he's gotten his just desserts. Hopefully he's grown up a bit in the days since high school.
To Mina: The bigger, the better! Sounds like you had a nice load. Good thing your toilet's flush is up to the challenge you four give it!
On Saturday, I went to a local coffee shop to do some reading. I ordered an iced coffee and an apple cinnamon scone to eat while I read. The coffee was nice and strong and my book was good; the scone, on the other hand, was a little lacking. It could've used more cinnamon, something to give it a bit more of a bite. It, along with the coffee, did however set the stage for a number two. I got to a good stopping point in my book and headed in the direction of the bathrooms.
The first one had a sign on its door with the word RESTROOM beneath an image of a potty dancing man and woman. It was taken and so I moved on to the second one. This bathroom had a sign of its own; beneath the word RESTROOM on this one was a pair of his and hers chamber pots. What a cute idea! This one was vacant, so I walked in and shut the door.
I immediately took to the seafoam green paint job and the paintings of birds hanging on the walls. This was a place where I could comfortably relieve myself. I looked at the toilet (chamber pots probably aren't up to code anymore) and noticed a sign on its tank. It said, "Lift the handle after you flush. Thanks!" This made me slightly apprehensive. I tend to be 'productive' on the pot and weak flushing toilets will forever have a place of dishonor in my personal rogues' gallery. I quickly planned it out: first load, second load, then paper. Finally, I was ready. Down came my shorts and undies to my ankles and onto the waiting seat went my butt.
I started with a fart. It was quiet but loud enough to make it clear that I meant business. The threat was followed up with a nice pee, courtesy of the iced coffee. As it dribbled its way toward the end, a small piece dropped from the rear. It kinda felt like a chunk that broke off from a much bigger log, and boy was I right. This thing slithered out and it seemed like it took thirty seconds before I had finally finished pooping it. I stood up and checked the bowl. It was huge, must've been around a foot (30 or so cm) long. I said my goodbyes and then risked the flush. It clearly didn't see the value in my gift and pushed it down the drain with an almost palpable reluctance. Better than nothing, at least it made it!
I sat down for round 2. Almost immediately, two medium sized turds that had been impatiently waiting in line made their splash landings. Some softer stuff meandered out and then I was done. Still sitting down, I flushed and pulled the handle up again. Time for the paperwork. It was pretty easy, both front and back. A final pass between the cheeks turned up clean and I was done. I flushed for the last time and pulled up my purple panties and pink shorts. After a wash of my hands, I vacated the premises and got back to my table and book!
Two Stage DumpAfter 2 days somewhat off my feed, I finally had a bowel movement this morning. It started out normally, with three long, soft serve logs and a sigh, but I knew there was more to come. I leaned forward a little more than usual, pushed, farted, and felt my anus expand to accommodate something fat and hard. I pushed slightly harder and grunted, but could only get a head, which stayed in place while I leaned back and tried to relax. After a while, I was able to release small pieces of the emerging log, which gave some relief and the chance to lean back a bit. With another push and grunt, the turd slowly dropped into the toilet, thick, hard as rock, and about 18 inches long. With a sigh, I farted, wiped my mushy anus about six times, and finished off with a wet wipe -- which felt wonderful. The bowl was filled above the water line.
This will be the last time I go without my daily quota of fruit.
A couple of responses
Catherine - congratulations on your upcoming wedding, and also for your 18 inch long turd. Sounds like that was a beast! Hope it flushed okay! Always love your stories!
Steve A's mini poop survey -
Most interesting poop shape - mine are usually either a straight log shape or snake like. If it's a really long one it has kind of a loop the loop shape.
Longest turd - I hate to brag, but mine are almost always pretty long. A foot long is short for me. Around 16 inches is average, but I've had several 2 footers, and I'm pretty sure my longest was around 2 and a half feet.
Most poop in one session - see above.
Walking in a stall and seeing an unflushed toilet - pretty disgusting. I don't know why people poop and don't flush. I guess they're either afraid it will overflow or they're just proud of it and want to leave it for the next person to see.
Hope everybody is well and pooping normally.
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