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There is now still this. Don't be these people For the small number of people who cause all the trouble around here. They claim to have read the FAQ, but their posts and conduct say otherwise. Here are the moral lessons spelled out in detail.

We're putting this link back up here. It is evident it needs a permanent spot here, not that those who fail/refuse to read the FAQ will look at it. As well, those who don't understand/beleive it is talkiing about them, will undoutedly remain obvlious of why their actions are wrong.

The sordid detailes of this practice are contained above. They do not bear repeating.


To Canada Pooper

To Canada Pooper -

I was very interested in your story about pooping yourself as a kid. It seems that we've had
similar experiences.

I've posted on this forum for many years but I've never shared this story. Let me say at the outset that I'm not proud of this and in many respects I'm glad to say that I have largely overcome what I am about to describe.

With apologies to those who are reading this intro for the umpteenth time, I am disabled by cerebral palsy and I have had a lifelong fascination with bathroom stuff. As a youngster
through high school, I attended a school exclusively for the disabled. Most of the kids
had cerebral palsy or polio (this was in the 50s and 60s), but there were also children with spina bifida. These children were incontinent and needed to wear diapers. My earliest childhood
friend had spina bifida and I was fascinated that he was still in diapers at a time when I was
toilet trained except for being a bed wetter until age seven. We started the same school together
and he was changed (and later changed himself) in the same bathrooms that everyone else used.
So at school, it was somewhat common to encounter someone with spina bifida being changed
in the bathroom. This exposure only increased my fascination. These children lacked both bladder and bowel control and sometimes these children had soiling accidents. I've posted about this a few times in the past.

By the time I was an adolescent (age 13), based upon things I had seen and heard at school,
I began wondering what it would be like to poop myself. Before long, I began acting on this
and started to soil myself on purpose. Fortunately, my situation at home really didn't allow me
to do this very often, and I think I only did it once before going to college. I was actually mortified the first time I did it, was very much afraid that my mother would find out, and of course it wasn't a pleasant experience. In college, in my early twenties, I had two semesters where I didn't have a roomate (I lived in a dorm), and the desire to poop myself returned (although the desire may have never been that far away). I used a wheelchair for mobility on campus and on a few occasions I'd be at some remote (from the dorm) location, have the need for a BM, and I would do it in my pants. I would then wheel back to my room, and deal with as much as I could in the dorm room before finishing up in the floor's bathroom. Again, I didn't do it very often (I can only think of two occasions), but the desire was never far away.

After college, as an adult, I probably did it at home every few years. Because I lived with my
parents for almost 30 years after graduating college, the opportunities were few and far between.
But, every so often they would travel for a few days, I'd be home alone, and this would provide
the opportunity to do it. Ironically, at home, I would always do it in the bathroom so I could get my "accident" into the toilet right away and begin cleaning-up right away before anyone realized what I had done. I wore boxer briefs and always had the fear of my poop falling out of my pants and down onto the floor, I'd rinse my undershorts out in the bathtub or toilet and leave them on to tub to dry. A few times my mother saw them and asked if I had an accident. I'd answer "Yes," but she never pursued the subject.

I got married in my late 40's and the opportunity to do this began to diminish. However, a little over 15 years ago I was a PhD candidate at a local university. I worked full-time but during this period I'd frequently use my vacation time to stay home and work on my dissertation. My wife
also worked full time, so I was home alone. and the opportunity to poop myself was certainly there. But, the desire began to disappear. I'd have days where I thought when the need came
I would poop myself and yet, when the time actually came, I ended-up on the toilet, "accident" free. I know it's nothing to brag about, but I haven't pooped myself on purpose in 17 years.

I'm only sharing this in the hope that Canada Pooper realizes he's not alone. It seems like we had similar experiences. I just wanted to share this with Canada Pooper as I think it good to know that you're not alone.


What comes in will come out

Hello everyone,
Just quick small story on Saturday morning, waking up 7 to get the house ready, put on some gym shorts and robe over put some house shoes on, so I started to clean the bathroom in the basement first then on first floor and second floor and started on the master bathroom before the kids ones being close to 9 I felt the need to take a stinky poop, I pull down the gym shorts take them off and the robe and jersey with my socks and house shoes. And sat on the toilet began to grunting some I forgot about the whole milk before I went to bed after I pooped last night. My stomach start sharply painful cramps grabbing my stomach, then my hole opens up spudding farts with liquid poop and mushy feeling so yucky my butt feeling all messy, Marcus came in cheek on me guess I was making the noise lol. I was sweeting a great deal and more mushy was coming out I was smelling aweful , feeling weak , start feeling light headed, Marcus helped me clean up my bottom and flushed toilet and picked me up and took me at the showers and cleaned my whole body got me dry off really good got me dress in my robe and carried me back to bed and called my doctor, she wants me off late night milk but I'm coming down with the flu also. So rest of the day I was on bed rested except to raise up to eat and Marcus carrying me to the bathroom. Today same way ok I'm done talking I need Marcus help now.

Optional Person

To Taylor.

Awesome story Taylor. I think it is awesome that you asked permission even though you didn't have to. I also like that you enjoyed the fact she could hear your poops. Did you like that she could smell them? Glad you had fun releasing your load. Thanks for the post. I farted when I read this.


Hi Again

Once after eating lunch, I had to go poo soon. It was several minutes after eating, and a mildly strong urge. I think I read somewhere that eating stimulates your bowels. This might explain why sometimes soon after a meal you have to go poop. Today I did a medium-sized semi sloppy stinky poop in our bathroom while waiting for another clothes dryer (our 3rd one). Our laundry area is by the bathroom which was also the case when I lived in a previous mobile home. The first dryer caught fire in the back, and Mom put it out with a towel, and the second unit wouldn't heat. Mom keeps towels, and washcloths in the bathroom btw. Boy that towel Mom used to put out that electrical fire sure had a weird plastic chemical odor! Anyway, another thing that happened was I noticed that our dog Diego pooped on the floor while I was emptying our new dryer (which by the way works great). The gross thing about the poop this time was that it made a fart noise as it came out. I thought he had diarrhea, so I finished what I was doing so I wouldn't step on it. Mom cleaned up the poop when she came home, and the smell went away. I sure love all the great surveys, keep them up!

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Abby C

Big Poop at Home

So yesterday was a good day. I had an interview and then a field trip although I was Feeling lightheaded and stayed at home. I was laying on the couch watching Netflix in my pink T-shirt and yoga pants with a headache and I was also coming down with a cold so I tried to lay down although about 2 minutes later I was getting cramps. So I walked to my ensuit in my room because I didn't want anybody to see the good thing was my room is on the 3rd floor. I walked into the bathroom made sure I locked the door (if you saw my old posts). I pulled down my yoga pants down to my ankles I was waiting and waiting then I realized I really had to start shaving my down below. Then I started pushing hard a big long poop started coming since I was home alone I took off all my clothes including my bra taking out my big ?????. And got up on my toes and started pushing and the log was about 2 feet long and then a bunch of diaherria. Then I sat back down and wiped. Thank you for reading and there will be more stories in the future.
Abby C

Karen C.

Diarrhea, stomach flu, and other problems

Karen C,
Hi readers. Sorry I havent' written, been busy. I'm sick with the stomach flu, been sick a couple of days, I'm out sick from work, I'm a delivery driver for a cement company; think I caught it from a waitress that was sick and coughing when I stopped for supper at a diner on the way home monday evening, couldn't resist the all u can eat pasta special. Yesterday, tuesday, I went in to work, felt okay but a little bit funny in the stomach, I started feeling a little nauseous but not too bad at around 10 a.m., thought I was just hungry so I stopped at a convenience store and got a peanut butter wafer bar and a carton of dutch chocolate milk and that made me feel a little better for a while,

later I got a headache and my ears felt hot like I was running a fever, around 4:15 had to pull the truck over and throw up on the side of the road. Ate some crackers and gingerale for dinner last night and felt crappy but well enough, sorta, to go to work this morning. At around 12:30 today I finished my third run of the day and after rinsing out my rig I went inside to find that one of our associates had brought in a south of the border feast which is one of my favorites, so even though I didn't really feel like eating, that whetted my appetite. I had a big soft taco with lettuce, tomato, sour cream, cheese, and a fajita made with grilled deer meat, melted cheese and lettuce and tomato and sour cream, and I also had some spanish rice and some flan for dessert, with a couple diet Pepsis.

Had to pull into a fast food restaurant at around 2pm to have diarrhea on the way to an afternoon run (sorry but I DESTROYED the womens room at McDonalds!) and later ended up puking four times at the site--I had a bad headache and felt feverish, mouth kept filling up with salty spit, my hands were shaky, my face was flushed and my lips were white, and my stomach started feeling really full suddenly out of nowhere (felt like I'd guzzled a couple gallons of warm water, yuck!) and in the end I had to run behind one of those blue plastic porta potties--I threw up a LOT, all of my mexican lunch just splashed all over the ground in big gushes and I tasted and recognized some things from my lasagna/rigatonni feast from the day before even!,

I guess I threw up everything I'd eaten in the last day or two --a few of the ironworkers were really nice, young guys in their mid to late 20s, they happened to see me vomiting and ran over to me and stuck around with me in case I needed anything and didn't seem bothered by the puke smell maybe they were married or just being polite, they brought me paper towels and clorox wipes to clean up with and helped me wipe off my face, hair, hands and shoes and pants, one of them brought me a bottle of water to rinse my mouth and another brought me a cold 7-UP to settle my stomach and held me by my hips while I sipped it as I was a little dizzy and unsteady, he walked me over to a beam and sat down next to me ;

my mouth kept filling up with salty saliva and I kept spitting it out, it stopped after a few minutes and my stomach felt a little more stable and I stopped retching. Haven't been this sick in over five years. Really woozy and weak, must be the fluF.

I asked one of the ironworker guys to bring me toilet paper or kleenex or at least something to wipe with because I felt another attack of diarrhea coming on and there was no t.p. in the porta potty, and he brought me more industrial rough paper towels and GoJo hand cleaner which was all that was available, gave me major butt rash but better than nothing. I sprayed explosive diarrhea all over that porta potty as I hovered my butt above it because I didn't have time to put rags down on that filthy seat to sit on, then I used the rough towels and GoJo hand cleaner to clean my bum. I threw up twice again after I got outta there.

Bouts of dry heaving overtook me every fifteen minutes. Couldn't stop dry heaving and my stomach felt like a wreck--I was trying to work and constantly burping/heaving up an orangeish colored slimey mucous-like substance from my stomach, it wasn't fun; wasn't even sure if I could drive my rig back to the shop safely, found a cardboard box to put in the cab in case I started throwing up again while driving back to the shop later. I radioed the office to let them know the situation and the boss said I could go home and take the next two days off sick leave as soon as I finished the delivery and brought my rig back in and rinsed it out (which is GREAT! after the two days off for sick leave I have three normal days off following so it's like a mini vacation!).
I finished the job, brought in the rig, and rinsed it while fighting back the dry heaves and concentrating to keep my sphincter tightly shut lest I create a big 'ol chocolate colored stain in the seat of my good khakis and ruin an expensive pair of Victoria Secret lace thongs my son sent me for Christmas, I checked the truck back in (the secretary said I looked flushed, that I looked like crap, pale and sick), I went to the bathroom (basically the only bathroom is a Men's bathroom, the facility was built before women entered this trade so guys come in freely and so you have to lock the toilet stall) and I had diarrhea for almost ten minutes then stood bent over the sink feeling like I was about to throw up but ended up only dry heaving, then I went home and took a nice long hot bubble bath, then later when I got bored I finished welding yet another propane cooker, I thought maybe being out in the fresh air and keeping my mind occupied might make me feel better (I've been fabricating a lot of these propane cookers and selling them lately as a side hustle making good money, they're really popular for some reason, customers say mine are very durable the way I make them, I only use the oxyacetylene fusion process, slow but makes a stronger and prettier joint), the guy was supposed to stop by and pick it up this evening but I guess he's not going to show today. Had to go out behind my workshop a couple of times when the nausea heaves and retching overtook me, felt like vomiting; stomach went crazy and I ended up just throwing up a little bit of bitter and sour slimey yellow water and I retched until I felt like my stomach was turning inside out, this happened about every hour, but now my stomach feels better than it did earlier, at least my fever's gone now and my headache is almost gone but I still feel like I'm about to have diarrhea but there simply isn't anything to come out; weird. I sit on the pot, fart, wipe, and the paper is clean, go figure. Maybe I'll take some enemas later, a warm soapy one and a few plain water ones. Maybe I'll feel better after I clean out my stomach.

Had a bout of explosive diarrhea and saw english peas in there which I could swear I hadn't eaten in over a week!

Took a nap and I feel a little better now, still a little queasy but at least I'm not so shaky and my headache and fever are gone but I haven't been able to keep anything in my stomach except crackers and gingerale and a little piece of parmesan cheese.

Mouth still keeps filling up with yucky salty spit but I don't think I'll vomit any more, I've just been sitting outside for fresh air and I keep spitting the salty spit out on the grass because swallowing it makes me feel more queasy. Wish this pukey nausea feeling would just go away, I constantly taste salt in my mouth and I constantly have to spit it out, my mouth is flowing like a faucet so I've been sitting outside and walking around the yard and around the block so I can spit. Fresh air helps.

Still come close to vomiting about every hour but I think it's over now. I go for walks around the block for fresh air every hour. I have diarrhea every two hours and saw corn in it which I haven't eaten since several days ago!

Maybe I'll take a nap and go browse around a 24 hour Walmart later and get a couple of movies, that always makes me feel better. TIP: A tampon up the bum is a handy little trick when you have diarrhea but you want to go out; I don't recommend this but sometimes when you live alone ya gotta do what ya gotta do. Diarrhea and khaki slacks isn't a good combination, wot?


University presentation relief

I was volunteering at my university on Thursday night, helping finish getting things ready for a presentation in a few hours time. Nothing too major so there was only six of us there not including a handful of staff who stayed behind. All the students had left so the whole campus was like a ghost town. I had been needing the bathroom all afternoon, both needs so once things slowed down a little I left the hall and headed to the toilets. It was about an hour after everyone left so I saw a couple of cleaners in the corridors.

When I walked into the bathroom I saw a cleaner mopping the floor. "I'm really sorry but is it okay if I use the bathroom?" She said it was fine and went back to mopping the floor. I'm so glad she said yes because there was no way I'd be able to wait until I got home, I had been needing to go for about 4 hours. I took the stall the furthest away from where she was cleaning, pulled down my jeans and thong to my ankles and sat on the toilet. It was spotless!

After a few seconds I sighed as my poo started slowly inching out of me, it was such a relief being able to just relax and let it out. The cleaner was still busy in the bathroom and I felt a little guilty about using a toilet she had just spent time cleaning, but on the opposite end of the spectrum I loved knowing she would be able to hear me. I twirled my hair around my finger as my poo slid out of me on it's own accord before falling into the bowl with a quiet splash. Moments later another piece started coming out just as easily and it felt lovely, I'm sure the wait made it even better.

It soon broke off with a "flumph" but I still felt like I had some more to go so I sat listening to the cleaner mopping the floor while I waited. By now it started to smell of poop a little but the cleaning products was doing a good job of masking it. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes I opened up again and another piece slowly made its way out of me before joining the other two in the toilet.

I finally felt empty so I gathered some toilet roll to wipe with, starting a long wee as I did so. The pepsi's I had consumed earlier were finally exiting my body. Once it slowed to drips I reached between my legs to wipe and then got some more toilet roll for my behind. It only took three wipes! I flushed while still seated and pulled up my clothes as I stood before leaving to wash my hands. The cleaner had only moved a couple of stalls further and must have heard every little drip and splash. I shyly thanked her as I washed my hands and left to return to the presentation, feeling a thousand times better.


End Stall Em's Public Bathroom Survey

Here are my answers to Em's survey

1. When was your last experience? What did you do? If a bathroom at work counts, about 15 minutes ago. I usually poop at work about mid morning so it a normal occurrence. I usually use the first or last of 5 stalls but today these were occupied so I used the middle one. I think both of the other girls were pooping too.

2. Did you have to wait for a toilet? How many toilets? Were there stalls with or without doors? As i said above 5 stalls all with doors. I chose the middle one because the end ones were busy.

3. How long did you have to sit before your body cooperated? While in the stall do you pay attention to noise from other stalls, those that peek into your stall, if there's adequate toilet paper, graffiti or vandalism, any other things? Do you sit longer than necessary? If so, why?
I usually wait until I really need to go, so it come quite easily usually. Pee then a small push and the log begins to move. I always pay attention to any other stall occupied - one was making audible plops but i think I only heard some pushing from the other stall. The design of our stalls makes peeking difficult! The was plenty of toilet paper on one of those giant locked rolls. I sat a little longer than needed and also waited at the sinks to see who the other two poopers were. I like to know who shares my mid morning pooing habit at work.

4. Was a seat-tissue available? Did you use it? Why or why not? What was the toilet paper like? Was it adequate? Did you flush? There are no seat tissues at work but the toilets are clean. Yes I did flush but left one bold skid mark in the bottom of the toilet. One day last year the water was switched off because of a mains problem. I pooped on top of 2 other poops and all the toilets had poop in. There must be many girls in my office that poop at work but many of us start early on shifts.

5. Did you wash your hands? What were the sinks like? Did the faucets works correctly? Was there adequate hot water and soap? Paper towels, linen towel roll or electric drier? Was there an opportunities for conversation with others next to you? Yes the sinks are nice with soap paper towels and electric dryer. I did talk to both girls when they came out. Sometimes I chat to friends while we poop in adjacent stalls.

6. When you returned from your bathroom experience, did family or friends ask you about anything you did? Did you volunteer the information?
No but there is one girls who always says she is going for a poo and not just to the toilet.

Hope you have enjoyed my answers. Happy to answer any other questions



Too Many Visitors

Last summer I stopped by our large mall in late afternoon to pick up a few things. I needed to urinate after work, came close to going in after I pumped my gas, but there were two in line for the one toilet. I headed directly to the lower level of the four-story mall because the bathroom was less used, I hadn't peed myself in some time, and I wanted to extend that streak. This was a five-staller. Four stalls had a privacy door. The middle stall didn't, but a girl probably about 11 or 12 actually cut in front of me, yanked her shorts down and dropped to the seat. I probably gave her a nasty look, but I decided not to say anything because I got the stall next to her almost immediately after it opened, the seat was pretty clean and in my two-minute sit, I drained my bladder. Just as I was standing up,there was a strange beep, a PA recording came on about a tornado warning, and that everyone should go right into the basement and to one of a group of designated rooms. Guess what? I was in it. Within a minute several women, several with children and a couple with young boys in tow, were shuttled in by security. They loaded the room from the far end, constantly told us to move closer together, and in doing so, here was this poor girl stunned and totally exposed on the toilet. A few were staring at her, but most weren't because tornadoes had struck a couple of weeks earlier and everyone was worried. Two security women stayed with us in the packed room, while others were directed to a large boiler room. A few took one of the toilets and did the natural thing. We were kept in there for probably a half hour. All that time the girl remained on the toilet. When I told my boyfriend the story that evening, he said something about mega-constipation and poetic justice. He might be right.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Anna great story it sounds like you both had good poops and it sounds like Bebe was pretty desperate.

To: Miranda great story.

To: Abby C I bet you felt amazing after a huge poop like that.

To: Mina as always another great story about you and your friends it sounds like you all had pretty good poops and I look forward to your next post thanks.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Pull Ups, Continence & Shame

Do do bladder and bowel issues I wear pull ups and find them fabulous and would not be without them.
The dominant problem is that I am ashamed of my condition and ould not like to change in public dressing rooms.
The next subject is what do do when I have to change pull ups during the day when out?
Fortunately I have not had this problem often but being a male there is no discreet way of disposing of same.
Due to my medical condition I do not have the dexterity to change in a toilet cubicle , unless it is a large one.
What advice or stories have readers had in this subject?

On another subject I had to get out of bed early and drive a family member to a meeting...I was awoken and straight into the car...not even time for a wee...I went straight to work....nobody there today as it is Saturday and sat straight on the toilet was a very hard poo to push out and my hole is still tingling and sore and that was a few hours ago. Happily, whilst my poo was very hard it was long it extended from my bottom to the water in the bowl and more.
I have taken a dose of laxative now to hopefully soften the next poo.

Michael W.

The Worst Diarreha Ever?

Hi guys. I'm back. Happy New Year's to all of you, even though I'm a bit late. Before my story there is this. I've been kind of constipated lately. With me having a busy life I go poop whenever I can. Whenever I go, I get the usual feeling like I have to poo and when I'm pushing I can feel it but its not coming out. The other day I spent 50 minutes in the bathroom pushing really hard while I was reading my "Star Wars" book. As I read the sentences along with pages I pushed and grunted and felt a banana poop come out but when I looked in the toilet all I saw was poop sticks. For the rest of the time while sitting there as I pushed all I did was blow some loud farts. 3 days after each time I pooped it was the same thing just twigs and lil poop balls. I gave myself an enema to do a standard clean out. Which is no fun but I knew I was blocked. I felt better afterwards. Anyways on to my story.

I was 10 and in 5th Grade. It was January of 1999. Just after dinner I was playing my Play Station when I felt my stomach rumble with cramps and farting. So I paused the game and went straight to the bathroom where all hell broke loose. I ate so much that day. I had like 2 or 3 plates of mashed potatoes with vegetables and Salisbury Steak, with Vitamin D Milk. Earlier that day while at school I had a walking taco and I had Coco Wheats for breakfast. As a kid I ate ALOT for a skinny boy. So anyways I didn't shit myself which is a good thing. I pulled down my runner pants and boxer to my ankles and then I exploded on the toilet. I sighed in relief. Guacamole just poured out of my skinny butt for quite a while and I farted over and over and over again and stunk the hell out of the bathroom then my diarrhea stopped for a good minute. My stomach still felt full so I pushed and pushed until my face turned red and muddy sludge just came out of me like an ice cream machine. I relaxed and farted some more. I laughed and then continued pushing but wet poop chunks just came out slowly. After pushing those out I stayed seated for like 10 more minutes but all I did was fart. I wiped with numerous sheets of toilet paper and then I stood up. Just then my stomach felt full again and then I was like "Oh Shit!" And then I sat right back down on the toilet and exploded with more diarrhea. There was more guacamole pouring out of my butt and all I did was just rub my stomach and push while resting my forehead. I farted more and more. And then my poop slowed down coming out of me again so I had to keep pushing until my face turned red and my eyes teared up and more explosive loud PPPFFRTT! PPPFFRTT! PFFFRRTT! farts shot out of me like a machine gun. The bathroom was beginning to smell worse than I had imagined. I tucked my nose into my shirt and I was like "Wow! I just keep on pooping." I leaned forward to reach for the air freshner which was across from me in underneath the sink. While I did this I farted and it went Pfffrtt! I laughed. I sprayed around me and then I coughed cuz I accidently breathed it in a lil. I thought I'd do something about the smell. I rubbed my stomach again and then I pushed and chocolate cream drizzled out of me until all that was left was a short session of farting and butt spitting. When I felt like I was done I wiped with more toilet paper until my butt was clean. I stood and pulled up my boxers and runner pants and looked in the toilet bowl. I pooped so much that I nearly filled the toilet up. I flushed and then the toilet was clogged. I was like "Oh No!" So I took the plunger and to push it down after the water ran and then flushed again. A lil bit of it went down and then I flushed again and the rest of it was gone. All that was left was lots of skidmarks. I didn't know I could poop that much. I washed my hands and then left the bathroom. When I realized what time it had been, it was almost time for me to go to bed cuz I had school in the morning. All in all I was in there for 1 hour and a half. I never take that long to go poop but felt better when I was done. That is all for now. Will post again later, till then Happy Pooping for 2017.

Annie (Anny)

Runny poop after breakfast and black coffee

Hi all. I'm sitting on the toilet right now having diarrhea shortly after finishing breakfast (literally about 2 minutes ago) and I had to hurry to finish my second cup of black coffee to go to the toilet, I had to go so badly. I had to hurry to get my black underwear (on my period right now) and my Bazinga pajama pants down and sit down to absolutely explode in the toilet. My goodness. Such an explosion. Only took about 20 seconds, but I needed to go so badly. I just finished and the toilet was splattered. I wiped, flushed and washed my hands and that's that.

Happy pooping everyone!

canada pooper

pooping myself as a kid

hi guys so i will introduce myself i'm male 27 have a physical disability i'm very lucky as i can do a lot of things on my own and things myself the only thing really affected is my legs anyway growing up i was not in special education or anything but i knew a few kids that were but when i was about 7 i met a girl who developmentally just could not be potty trained even though she was the same age my mom trained me very early i was maybe 1 so i never really got to be self aware of diapers or accidents till then so for me here i had a girl who was the same age who never ever used a toilet for me being physically disabled it was always a bigger production than most one day i saw her and was kinda hideing away in the hallway the small wall space next to the library as i got closer i wondered what she was doing turns out she was pooping she looked at me said hi then went back to what she was doing she was squatting and obviously had some body functions awareness because she pushed and strained till she was done she stood up found a teacher who took her to get changed i could not stop thinking about it how it must be nice to just "go" like that do when class started again after recess it was computer lab and i felt the need to go poop when i was young i was often constipated and would take 30 45 minutes for a poop i hated the thought of missing computer lab because we played games so i kept thinking about what i saw that girl do so i started pushing hard but quitely and in 30 minutes i was finished i was quickly discovered by my teacher who tried to call my parents who were not at home so i actually had no choice but to sit in it the rest of the day when i rode home on the bus and mom smelled my mess she was very mad but i have to admit i didn't really mind pooping myself or sitting in it from then on to about 16 i would often poop myself
i hope you guys like my first poop story and don't find it or me strange? i have never shared it with anyone before
i apologize for the length i would love to share more with you if you guys like ?
also please continue to share with me your poop stories i know i can't be the only person who pooped theirselves on purpose atlest i hope not i feel wierd enough :)

goodnight guys


Reply to Canada Pooper

The first time I pooped my pants (about 10 years ago) on purpose and have done it several times since for medical reasons.
At the time I was suffering a bout of constipation and only get the urge to evacuate occasionally and often at a time that I could not get to a toilet in time...the urge would go and so the constipation continued.
I was having an abdominal X-ray to review my bothersome colon and had not had a movement for a few days despite heaps of laxatives. I had to arrive at the hospital an hour early and drink a large jug of strange tasting water for the x-ray and then put on the table and given a contrast injection....I then felt extremely hot and then the overwhelming urge to poo....I would have loved to sit on the toilet or to have a bed pan under me...I was about to call for help but the urge suddenly stopped and I felt OK....after the X-ray I was driving and almost home and needed to fart...lifted my bottom off the seat a little to let out a fart and I got more than expected...some runny poo spurted out into my undies....and then the urge hit....would I have time to make it to the toilet whilst the urge was still there? Having felt so frustrated that I could not have had a poo during the x-ray I answered the call of nature in the drivers seat of the car with a big push and my undies, the crotch, filled up with mushy shit...I arrived home a minute later and waddled to the door ...pushing more shit out as I walked...into the bathroom...stepped into the shower and undressed....sat on the toilet getting poo over the seat as there was so much on my bum and did even the conclusion the undies were put in the garbage and the trousers benefited from the garden hose.. I felt just so much was unbelievable to have such a big poo after so much constipation!!!!
I now wear pull-ups and still get constipated....if I have a situation where there is a stubborn turd in my rectum I use two micro enemas and very quickly I get the urge and uncontrollable leakage...but i make use of that overbearing urge and push like no tomorrow and eject that offending stool in my pull ups...the actual enema dominant part of the reaction only lasts several second so to get the best benefit pushing has to begin right there and I am not is a medical necessity.

Friday, January 20, 2017

Reading your stories has helped me to not feel as bad about what happened to me last weekend.

I’ve always been embarrassed about pooping. I know it’s something everybody does, however I’ve always been a naturally shy person and worried if my habits are normal.

Last weekend we were staying with my boyfriend’s parents. I hadn’t had a poo for several days " the thought of going away from home tends to bung me up. As we were packing our bags to leave I could feel one coming on however thought I could hold it in until we were home.
The urge went, only to come back again just as we were saying our goodbyes. Trying to relieve the pressure I did what I thought was going to be a silent fart. It wasn’t. Everyone looked at me and then the hall filled up with a really unpleasant smell. I could feel my heart starting to beat fast and the embarrassment take over.

My boyfriend’s mum casually asked if I needed to use the loo before I went. I never needed to poo so badly, so felt like I had no choice.
Their toilet was under the stairs " there was literally a thin wall between me and everyone else. I sat down and instantly felt this gigantic poo working its way out of my bottom. There was a loud splash. I could feel that there was more to come so pushed with my whole body. I let out a massive fart followed by the plopping of some smaller bits of poo.

I looked in the toilet and had never seen so much poo. I wiped as quickly as I could and when I came out everyone was giving me an odd look.

Afterwards, in the car, my boyfriends asked me if I was ok. I asked him to never mention it again.

Is it normal for your body to store poo up like this? Do you think my boyfriend's family now think I have some crazy digestive system? How can I feel more comfortable having a poo away from home?


In reply to Chloe

Hey Chloe,

did your parents find it out eventually?

And yes, you did the wrong thing. You could have just told them the reason.

But honestly, are backmarks really a big deal? I am 19, male, and my shit is usually a bit mushy, and I rarely manage to get myself wiped up often.

So I also tend to leave backmarks in my underwear. My mom saw it, but she never asked for me. (And yes, it be really emberassing if my mom pulled down my pants everyday)

I think backmarks are normal.

Lee from Europe

Hi, it's Anna from Canada, I am so sorry I haven't posted in a while but I was so busy. Anyway, I have a small story that happened today that I thought would be good to post here.

I was in class this morning and by the end I really needed to go to the bathroom. When we were all leaving I told my friends that I would be right back and headed to the small washroom at the end of the hall. Another girl from my class was right ahead of me. She is a tall redhead that everybody calls Bebe. Bebe was wearing an adorable white down jacket and purple yoga pants. I also noticed she had a bit of a visible panty line going on where her pants stretched over her bum. Bebe is not really a big girl, but she has quite a hefty rear end and I guess that made the panty thing worse. Anyway, I was a bit dissapointed that she went into the washroom as well, as I needed to do a number two and would have enjoyed some privacy. Just as I went in, I saw Bebe come out of the last stall. She smiled and was like, "no paper" and then took the middle stall. I said "thanks" and took the first of the three stalls. I locked the door, put down my bag and then pushed down my jeans and blue string. I plopped my bum on the seat and immediately started to pee. Bebe was peeing too, but her's was more of a trickled, while I did a hissing stream into my toilet. When I was done I decided to hold my poo for a bit to see if she would leave. There were no more peeing sounds from the other stall, but she didn't wipe or anything. Instead she was just shifting around a bit and that's it. I guessed that she was probably waiting for me to leave as well, and that she needed a poo and was embarrassed to do it on the school toilet with the neighbouring stall occupied. Anyway, I figured I would wait a bit just to see what would happen and I started to browse some stuff on my phone. Sure enough after about half a minute Bebe blasted a loud wet fart into her toilet and then the sound of sloppy poops crackling out of her bum and splashing into the bowl came from her stall. I don't know if she just got tired of waiting or if she really couldn't hold it any longer, but it sounded pretty urgent, so maybe it was the latter. Anyway, I started my poo as well, with a fart of my own and then I quickly dropped two big turds that made loud splashes in the bowl. I was hoping that maybe Bebe would feel better now that she knew I needed to poo, too. She kept pushing out what sounded like a number of soft turds while making little grunting noises. I had to wait a bit and then had a third poo come out. Then I felt all empty and I pulled off some paper to wipe. Oh, my number two didn't smell very bad, but Bebe's was pretty stinky! Anyway, I did my front and then cleaned up my bum. I pulled up my pants and flushed and when I left the stall, Bebe was wiping, too. I washed my hands and she was taking ages to clean up. She wasn't even done when I left. Later I saw her in my next class and she blushed a bit, so I guess she really was embarrassed by her poo.

Anyway, that's my story and I hope you all liked it.


Out-of-routine peeing problems

There was a time, I think during the winter of my 2nd grade year, when my mother had to leave town for a few days. She hadn't paid for the school bus that year because she was driving me to school. So now for a few days Dad had to do it. Only problem was that he had to be downtown and at his work about an hour earlier than Mom would take me. I knew I didn't like the change of routine, but Dad pretty much came in my room, woke me up, had my breakfast ready and went to my room and put my clothes out on my bed while I was eating. Right after I dressed, he was shoving me toward the back door. Only problem was that Mom always made me do a bathroom stop. This was part of the routine. I preferred having my first wee of the day at home. Sometimes, I would poo a bit too. You see some of the toilets at school were running over, had wee splashed on the seat, and some would be out of toilet paper. But on this day Dad hustled me to the car. Dropped me off at the main entrance to the building with my bag, and then tore off as soon as my feet hit the sidewalk.

It was a bit chilly out there, even with my coat. I think it was sometime in October. There were lights on in the building. But I became scared because each of the six or eight doors I tried wouldn't open. Then I saw this large sign hanging from one of the doors. Out! I remembered our teacher had told us about that and what it meant. That meant the weather was good and we had to stay outside until like 15 minutes before the bell rang and the teachers opened the door for us. It was probably about an hours or 45 minute wait, but to me it was a lot, lot longer. A few others started to assemble after a few minutes. As I sat on the step, the pain between my legs became apparent. I knew I was going to have to wee. I was hopeful I could hold it. The pain became more intense. So I got up and walked around to the other side of the school. I had a dress on and I thought about just sitting on a small stair there, pulling my underwear down, and relieving myself. I thought I was lucky because I had a dress on and that made what I was about to do easier. And no one would see it. The bushes on both sides of me were huge. So I slowly pulled my underwear down. My underside was frozen by the cold concrete. There was some sand or cinders under me too that stung me. I felt a trickle come. I felt good for a moment. Then when I looked down I saw that I was sitting too far back on the stair and a puddle was forming right under me. I had to think about how to get it to go down onto the next stair. I quickly used my hands to slide myself forward. That hurt me even worse. I was convinced a couple knives were cutting into my skin. For some reason now, my drain was plugged and I couldn't get it going again. If anything, the pain got more intense.

More cars were coming around the corner so I knew the school bell should be ringing. So I pulled my underwear up, looked at the small amount of liquid on the step, and went back to the front door. Within a couple of minutes the bell rang, and I moved up the stairs as fast as I could. I went right to the bathroom. So fast that I bumped into a lady who I think was a substitute teacher. She was carrying a coffee mug, grabbed at my coat to slow me down, and then was continuing to say something mean about not having used the bathroom at home as I quickly ran for the first available stall. I threw my bag aside, yanked my underwear down, upped my skirt, and dropped myself onto the seat. I could still feel the cinders and sand cut at my skin, but the ability to do my wee normally was more important. That substitute lady walked in and since the stall door gave me only half privacy, she started on me again about me getting to my class on time. While I sat, she got on another girl down the line about not flushing and not washing her hands. Thinking about it now, ten years later, is seems a bit inconsistent because we were both going to be late to class.

I remember standing and cleaning myself of the cinders and sand. And, of course, I had some extra wiping to do. On each side of the black seat there were souvenirs of that step. The small pre-cut pieces of toilet paper made my task harder. I was getting frustrated as the next bell rang. I knew it meant I was late. But I knew I should wipe the sand off the seat before I flushed the toilet. I didn't want that substitute lady to go off on me again. I lucked out because she had left. So I grabbed my bag and ran off to class without washing my hands. Everyone looked at me as I yanked the door open to our classroom. And that substitute lady was our teacher and she looked at me in a really horrible way. I couldn't walk down the aisle and get into my seat fast enough. At about 11:30 as our class was walking together to lunch, I had to ask her permission because I had been holding my crap for about an hour. If looks could kill, I would have been dead. She told me to hurry and with the notice of my whole class, I went back to the bathroom. Only one of the doorless stalls was available at this time. I gladly took it, threw myself onto the toilet with just enough time to yank my underwear down, and my soft poo exited fast. Even then, and this was four hours later, my butt cheeks were still sore. I knew I had to worry about getting back ASAP so I only did one wipe. It wasn't enough, I knew, but I hurried to the sink to fastly wash my hands for lunch. I quickly dried them and noticed that an older girl was standing over my toilet, turned and gave me a mean look, but then she reached down and did my flush.

Now, about 10 years later, I'm a lot more confident. Probably more adaptable too. But when I'm trying hard and someone gives me attitude, I just think to myself "F### Y##" but I smile, keep it to myself, and don't let it ruin my day. By the way, that substitute lady was hired as a regular teacher when I was in middle school. I was lucky I wasn't assigned to her class.


In the Eye of the Storm

Hurricane Sandy made landfall in New York. Meanwhile, those of us on the North Shore in Massachusetts still had to work, in spite of the freezing rain and the forty mile an hour winds.

I suppose I got off light, since I was working the opening shift and the worst of the rain hadn't begun to fall. I'm not sure how lucky you think I am considering I had to walk in that nasty rain, all the way home. (No, the bus was not an option at this time.)

But, oddly enough, there was a bright side. As a result of drinking hot beverages all morning to cope with the wind and the rain I had to chase shopping carts in, I had a very desperate urge to pee. In true fashion, the weather was not helping that urge.

I have peed my pants before. Sometimes I just do it because I can, but the claminess and having to walk home in wet, smelly pants is never worth it.
This was one of those moments when I thought, well, I'm already wet as is, this can't make things worse. So I stopped and let it go.

I don't remember how cold it was, only that as I was seeing, it felt like I was see standing in a hot tub. It was the first time I wet myself on purpose and actually enjoyed the result.

For the record, I don't recommend going out into disaster weather just to recreate this experience, even if you think it's relatively safe.


Shelf toilets - Louisa

Hi Louisa,
The purpose of the shelf design is exactly what you suggest as a plus side!
It allows you to check your own productions so that you can keep yourself in good health and make a visit to your doctor if you see blood etc.
That's not so easy once they've landed in water.



To Canada Pooper

Hey I have pooped my pants on purpose before. I did it after I had an accident walking home from the bus stop when I was 12. Here is the story

My start in pooping my pants, started when I was 12. I was at school and had to go bad, but I didnt want to go at school so I held it, for 4 hours. It was bad but I made it, then came the bus ride home. All that bouncing was just too much and by the time I made it to my stop, I was touching cloth. So I got up out of my seat to get off the bus and hurriedly left it, hoping no one smelt my situation, which thankfully they didnt, at least that I know of. So I had a 2 block walk then, but I was already in a situation, so I tried to make it, and I almost did. But at 5 houses away I got a game over cramp, and a huge load filled my then tighty whities. I then waddled the last 5 houses, thankful that no one was home. But after doing it I got this rush, that felt so good. So a week later I had the house to myself and I had to go, so I went into the bathroom, took my pants off but not my tighties and sat on the toilet and pushed. That was 10 years ago, and even to this day I do it occasionally on purpose.


Reply to Canada Pooper

I've only really had an accident on purpose once when I was sixteen. I had come home to an empty house after a long day at college, and having spent the whole day without going to the toilet I went straight upstairs to the bathroom. My relief was only seconds away and that meant my body decided to let go early, sending little dribbles into my underwear.

I spent about a minute struggling with the zip on my jeans when I just lost it and started to pee properly and uncontrollably. Not wanting to make a mess I sat on the toilet anyway and let it out, completely soaking the back of my jeans. The relief was unreal and totally worth the wet clothes.

As I was finishing I felt another urge back there and my curious side took over. I had been lurking this site for years and read lots of stories about accidents, but never had one myself. I wanted to know what it was like. I hated the knickers I was wearing because they were too small, my jeans needed washing anyway and I had the place to myself so I decided to try it !

I relaxed and tried to pretend I was undressed on the toilet and not about to go in my underwear, waiting for it to happen. I quickly realized that wasn't going to work so I gave a little push to get things going and was amazed at how fast things progressed. Once I started I didn't need to push anymore. I felt resistance and then my knickers getting tight at the back as a soft load pushed its way into them. I reached behind and could clearly feel a bulge back there. I couldn't believe what I had just done.

I still wasn't done so I didn't fight it and just let it happen, that was a mistake. My body pushed a second load into my knickers, it spreading outwards and filling them to capacity. It just seemed to keep going and going. I let out a few seconds of wee and slowly stood up , and spent the next five minutes wrestling with my jeans.

I carefully pulled down my jeans and was hit with the smell of a healthy poop, it smells so much worse when not in the water. I took them off and slowly pulled down my underwear, amazed at how much was in there. The back was completely filled and if I went any more they would have leaked. I left them on the floor to deal with later and finished undressing before having a shower. I tied my underwear in a bag, washed my jeans and carried on with my day like normal. Nobody suspected a thing!


Back to College

I've been back at school for a week and have had some interesting shits to say the least. I'll talk about the one I had today, I hadn't gone for 2 days before and this morning when I got up and when I got to school, I heard my stomach rumbling. It took me an hour to drive to school. I had a math class in the morning, so I had to wait till it was over, luckily the professor let us go early. I went to the building of my next class, it was Biology, so I went to the big science building on campus. The toilets there are known for being weak. I walked into the bathroom on the first floor, and I could smell someone was taking a shit. I didn't feel like company today, so I sat outside on one of the benches, looking over notes. Eventually he came out, he looked kinda rough, like a skate I could say, that thin build. After he left, and was in the clear, I went into the bathroom and into the stall on the edge of the bathroom.
It didn't smell bad, but there were a few dark skidmarks on the toilet. I hurridely shut the door and pulled down my pants, I pulled out my phone and began to text as I pushed the shit out. Two thick logs exited my ass, as well as some mushy shit I could hear hissing and thudding on top of my existing load. By this time I was hit by a horrible stink from the toilet, apparently I was stinking out the bathroom. It took me about ten minutes to wipe and clean myself because I had not brought my baby wipes to the bathroom this day. I flushed once, but it didn't go down, there was my logs and pile of soft shit in the middle of the toilet, and several wads of thick bunches of TP by the drain. I had to flush 3 more times for it to go down, and I had to hold the lever down. The way this toilet works is the fact that, is you have to hold the lever down in order for it to flush.

Later that day, I've began to have some rumbling in my guts. I went to the library after my science class and went in one of their more private bathrooms. I went to the second floor and went into a stall there. I sat down and felt my stomach. At that moment a bigger guy went into the stall next to me. I felt like breaking the ice, so I began to fart loudly as quite a bit of soft shit splattered into the bowl, the guy next to me did the same, it sounded like he really needed to shit. It began to smell really bad, but mostly from me. It was about ten more minutes and I began to wipe my bum. It took me about five minutes to get clean, and this time there was blood on the toilet paper, because my college has cheap TP, and I often rub myself raw, thus why I bring baby wipes. I stood up and saw a bowl full of soft shit. I flushed and left the bathroom.

Abby C

Big Poop at Home

So yesterday was a good day. I had an interview and then a field trip although I was Feeling lightheaded and stayed at home. I was laying on the couch watching Netflix in my pink T-shirt and yoga pants with a headache and I was also coming down with a cold so I tried to lay down although about 2 minutes later I was getting cramps. So I walked to my ensuit in my room because I didn't want anybody to see the good thing was my room is on the 3rd floor. I walked into the bathroom made sure I locked the door (if you saw my old posts). I pulled down my yoga pants down to my ankles I was waiting and waiting then I realized I really had to start shaving my down below. Then I started pushing hard a big long poop started coming since I was home alone I took off all my clothes including my bra taking out my big ?????. And got up on my toes and started pushing and the log was about 2 feet long and then a bunch of diaherria. Then I sat back down and wiped. Thank you for reading and there will be more stories in the future.
Abby C

Did anyone else get in trouble growing up over pooping? My older brother seemed to have the runs quite a bit & our dad was convinced that he was pooping his pants on purpose. He was in the 2nd grade. He used to tear my brother's ass up with a belt after an incident. I remember seeing my brother crying, standing at the bathroom sink, washing out his tighty whiteys. We laugh about it now, but that was a hell of a way to learn body control. Having gotten the belt for other infractions (usually mouthing off), I know that dad did not play around. Most of my friends grew up the same way back in the 70's & 80's. It was a different world back then.

Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Maria great set of stories it sounds like you had some good poops.

To: Anna it sounds like you and Bebe both had really good poops and I bet you both felt good afterwards.

To: Carin great story I bet you felt amazing after getting that monster poop out.

To: Allison great story it sounds like that woman was really desperate and had to go alot and it sounds like you had a good poop as well.

To: Abbie great story as always.

To: Tech Guy great story you were a big help to Kathy when was in need.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site

Hi everyone, I have new story, I try to keep short, but maybe it will be long, if I think you yawn I try to cut into 2 parts.

Last Saturday Maho got mail from her friend Shinri ( I change name) she want to see Maho to get help a bit with document. I don't tell detail, it is not this site material.

So Maho say, come round. Shinri came. Maho very happy to see her, she shout hisashiburi, it means long time no see. And she introduce Hisae and me. Shinri is pretty girl, even she look a bit like me and I am not pretty. Her features more rounded than me, especially nose and eyes more rounded, but basic head shape and face expression are same. And she is more slimmer than me. She wear white jeans, they show very well her pretty slim bottom.

Maho and Shinri go into beige flat, they can have quiet there, I and Hisae stay green flat and think about dinner, we want to make nabe, it is Japanese hotpot. We have many vegetables in fridge, Chinese cabbage and leek and mushroom and carrot and many more, so we mail Kazuko, please bring meat and fish we say. Kazuko always buy too big quantity, but she eat all so it's OK. Kazuko's stomach has no bottom, so food go in more and more and more and she never full. And she keep beautiful body, she never get fat.

Kazuko come home with huge bag full of meat and fish and many food. And Maho and Shinri come back to green flat after work finish. Maho say Shinri, look all this food, please stay with us for dinner. Shinri stop and think. I can see in her face, she want to have dinner with us. But she think she have to say no to be polite. Maho read thought. "You don't need polite," she say. "If you are free you stay!! I don't see you long time, why you want to go away so quickly? Look at Mina and Hisae and Kazu, they all hope you stay, you can see in their eyes."

So Shinri say, OK I stay, and all four of us we say, Yiiiiii! It is happy sound. So we prepare nabe. Shinri help. We put hotpot soup made from soy bean milk, it is our favourite one, and vegetables, Shinri say, we eat all that?? Kazu say, of course. You think it is too big, but when you start eat, you forget, and it all go down. Of course you are hungry! Shinri say, little bit hungry, but at same time her stomach make big noise. We all laugh.

We put dishes and chopsticks and sit down at table and start eat and drink. Like Kazu say, after a while all gone, so more vegetables out of fridge and into hotpot. And we drink lot of beer and then wine. Shinri is very good drinker. Actually we are all strong drinker, we drink lots, but we never drunk. So after party we can take bath, hot bath is not good if you drunk, but we are not drunk.

We put on TV and first thing we see, train stopped! Because it is snow! We look out from window, and all white! Snow fall very heavy. Maho say to Shinri, you can stay this flat if you like. We have futon. Shinri think a bit and say OK and thanks. Maho find for her pyjamas and toothbrush. And she take bath while we clear away table and make tea. Then we all take bath one after other and we talk and talk and talk. Shinri is friendly very much, difficult to think we see her first time, except for Maho.

Of course finally we are sleepy, so we go to bed. Maho and me in green flat with Shinri. Kazuko and Hisae go to beige flat.

Next day Sunday so we sleep bit late, and we wake up about same time because when we got out of bed or futon, Kazuko and Hisae come in from beige flat. So we sit at table again and have big breakfast.

After breakfast Shinri look uncomfortable little bit, and she say to Maho in little voice, it is OK I go to loo?

Actually I am thinking same thing, and I think Hisae and Kazuko too. But Shinri is guest, so it is OK she go first. Maho say, of course. Take your time. Shinri go into loo.

Two minutes later, she come out. But almost same time, she show pain on face. Maho say, "what's the matter Shinri?" Shinri's face go very red. She say in little voice, "I need loo again...." Maho shout, "why you come out so soon! Go to loo and stay there until you finish!! You don't need embarrass! We all go to loo and we take long time."

So Shinri go into loo with red face and close door and lock. Kazuko and Hisae also get up, they say to us, "is it OK we go to beige loo?" Maho say, OK, how about you Mina?" I say, I can wait. I don't want Maho be alone.

We can hear bururururu noise from loo. And again and again. Not so long ones, but many many. Sometimes quite long pause, then burururururu - bururururururu - bururururururu. And sometimes sigh from Shinri. Soon smell come under door. But her bottom still busy, we hear more noise. She flush once, then more burururururu.

After nearly 15 minutes she flush again and then she come out. "Sorry sorry," she say. Maho say, "you quite finish? Do you have a diarrhoea?" Shinri say, not diarrhoea because now I feel good, but I did very soft one. Where is Kazuko and Hisae?" Maho say, "they are in loo in other flat." And I get up from chair and move towards loo. I look at Maho, she give small nod, mean she don't go yet so I can go.

Of course I want to sit down long long time. My bottom feel very very full. But I think, that is good thing, because if I do huge motion like Shinri, she don't embarrass so much. So when I feel first motion coming, I raise bottom little bit so plop noise will be bigger and Shinri don't embarrass. I made six plop noises, Happy!! Of course I have to close door, if Shinri see we do motions together and wipe bottom each other, she very shocked I think! But I am sure Kazuko and Hisae wipe bottom each other in beige flat.

After flush I make more plop noise, then I make burururururu noise. Happy! Now Shinri don't embarrass. I can't hear so well conversation but I think Shinri and Maho talking about motions. I also hear Hisae and Kazuko come back from own motions in beige flat.

But I have to stay on loo little bit more, my bottom say, not finish yet. I am happy I need to take long time. So it is not only Shinri who stay there forever.

Finally I finish and sit down at table with others. We talk many things especially we talk about snow. But it seems, trains are running. After little while Maho stand up. We all look at her. She say in big voice, Yes I Do! and go into loo and close door. So we laugh. From inside loo, Maho shout, "You don't need laugh!!" Then her bottom became to be busy, we hear plop sounds many and many.

Shinri seems not embarrass any more. Maho is in loo long time of course. Kazuko tell Shinri about her mother, that story break ice completely.

After long time Maho come out. So we all did motions to content of heart even Shinri. I am so glad Shinri not embarrass any more. It is sad that people can't enjoy healthy motion because of embarrass. If Shinri come to stay here again, I hope she do motion long time and big volume without embarrass.

Shinri have to go home in afternoon. She is teacher and she have to prepare class. Maho go with her to station. Still snowing, but trains begin run. Shinri put on coat and hood, and shake hands Kazuko and Hisae, but when she come to me, she hesitate, and then suddenly she give me hug. Why me? And she has big power her arms. Then she hug Hisae and Kazuko too and go out into snow with Maho.

She send mail in evening, she say "I had wonderful time!!". We are happy she get home safe.

Anna from Austria, I am happy my advice useful. I am look forward to your story!

Love to everyone. Enjoy in loo and everywhere!


Wednesday, January 18, 2017


Bathroom Experience

In response to survey by End Stall Em
1. My last public toilet experience was last week..had to do both and was on way home....I have used these public toilets many times and I use public toilets often, generally.
The toilets are in a very lovely local park and are unisex, which I prefer because I think the men might be a bit cleaner if women are to use the same toilets.
The toilets are not that flash...made of metal but cleaned often.
2. Did not have to wait...there was nobody there and that is mostly the case....there a 4 toilets and a trough.
Once I was at a shopping center and had not done a poo for 4 days and took a laxative the night before...the urge hit viciously...I walked towards the gents and there was a fella who walked in ahead of me with real purpose. Unusually there was a queue for a cubicle...he clapped loudly and yelled out..."come on boys...push!"....I gave up and thought I would try my luck at the disabled toilet next door..the poo was pushing out of my hole so I did not have the luxury of waiting. The disabled toilet was vacant but to close it you have to press a green button and the door slowly closes...I pressed the said button and jumped onto the throne..even though the door was not yet fully closed and dropped one very large turd in double quick time...I was wearing pads at that stage and there was a bit of poo on them which I rubbed off good enough...felt so great after that.
3. Back to the bowels are not delayed by public pooing...I pushed it out right away.
4. The toilet paper is the cheapest seat covers..they are very rare in my country...why bother. There are more germs on the computer key board than a toilet seat...I do give it a rub down with toilet paper though.
5. There was a sink to wash hands in but no soap of course. Not a great problem..a good wash with water and keep hands away from mouth or food for a little while.
6. There was nobody to question me on my toilet experience....using public what!
Thanks and respectfully submitted.

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