I know that there have been postings about people complaining of persons peeking in on them while they are on a public toilet. I am a peeker. For me, it started out of boredom. I remember when I got to the upper elementary grades, the lines started to get longer in the bathrooms at school. With those long lines came the need to do something with my time while just standing outside thestall. My mom has said several times that I am just naturally curious. When I'm standing in line and I hear a large plop of shit hit the water, a person's sigh, an extremely mean flow of pee for an extended time, I peek in to see what I can see. In one case where I heard a number of extreme splashes, I found the noise was coming because a girl was standing up and shitting--causing the shit to make such a loud noise as it impacted the water. The problem I found when she left was, the impact of the large heavy shit hitting the water contributed to one very wet seat that became my problem. On another occasion, there was this very young looking freshman constantly getting up and down off the toilet until finally she positioned herself in such a way that she was able to crap completely within about 30 seconds. And it was big enough to clog the bowl of the toilet I was waiting for. I just sat down, peed, but knew better not to flush. Although I found it gross to sit on a full toilet, the longer line was a worse alternative. In another situation, I saw a user sitting reading a novel with her pants down. The message I got was that she was probably constipated and therefore not going to be vacating the stall anytime soon. I used another stall, washed my hands, and noted while leaving, that she was still on the stool, totally oblivious to others waiting. I have found there are advantages and a lot of satisfaction that can be gained by sneaking a peek or two at those shitting or pissing in public. You can never be better prepared for using the stall you are about to enter.
I am a mother of 3. I have two identical twin boys, Travis and Mark, who are 3 years old, and a little girl, Kelsey who is 6 years old. I am a stay at home mom, and I love every minute of it. However, talking about pulic bathrooms first...I will NOT allow my children to even THINK about touching one of those toilets. Just today we were at Wal-Mart and my son Mark had to "wee-wee" so like any other mother, I quickly found the closest "potty". We got in there, and I took my kids into the handicap stall. I told the other two to stand against the wall while Mark took a "wee-wee". I turned to Mark and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles and lifted him up over the bowl, so he wouldnt come in contact with it. He let out a few squirts, then shot out a strong stream of wee into the bowl. I watched as he relieved himself from a safe distance. When he was done, he shook himself over the bowl, and I put him back down and pulled his clothes back up. Of course, Travis decided he had to "wee-wee" too, so I did the same for him. I held him up to the bowl and he began to wee instantly. He peed for a what seemed like forever, then finally dribbled off. He shook himself and then told me he had to "make a poo" I sighed and cradled him over the bowl with his butt exposed so he could go into the toilet. He grunted and let out a few farts, I looked down at Travis, and his little face was twisted up and red from straining to get his business done. Finally, I saw a few small poops fall into the bowl. I held him alittle lower, but still not letting him touch the toilet, and the seat was still up anyway. "Mommy dont move, Im trying to make a poo-poo" is what he said to me after that. lol. He began grunting and pushing again, as I watched a pretty large poop slowly coming out of his bottom. After a few more grunts, it fell into the bowl. "Done?" "Not yet Mommy!" I felt him pushing harder now, grunting even louder. After a few seconds out fell 3 or 4 poops into the bowl. "O-tay, Mama, I done." So I put him down, he bent over, and I wiped, and we flushed. Now it was Kelsey's turn to pee. I didnt bother putting the seat down, bcuz she wasnt gonna need it. I pulled her panties down, and held her high over the bowl, by placing my hands under thieghs and basically having her sitting on my hands. Her legs were closed so the boys couldnt see her private areas, I tilted her forward alittle for better aim, and she began to pee very loudly into the toilet. It made a hissing sound as I watched to make sure it was going into the bowl. Finally, she was done and she wiped. I had to pee now, so I told my children to stand back so Mommy could wee. I pulled my jeans down and hovered over the bowl. I began to piss very hard into the bowl, and as I was pissing, a got a chill and felt the urge to push. So I pushed and I began to poop. a large poop starting to emerge out of my ass, finally, I finished and we left.
Hey FAT CHICK--
Great to hear from you! I enjoyed your latest post. It seems we have alot in common. How much do you weigh again? I am about 350 lbs, my girlfriend Nina is 380 last we checked.
My poop is not always as big and hard as yours. I am sometimes constipated bu even when it's soft it still takes me forever. I have to grunt hard no matter what the consistency. Thank you for answering my questions, the image of you resting your hands on your thighs as you strain away is quite fascinating.
You say that you don't hold back in public restrooms and grunt audibly but that you wouldn't want to do this near friends/family. So what do you do when you visit them and have to go? Do you censor yourself by straining quietly or what? That must be difficult. I can tone it down if I have to but at my weight it's quite a struggle as it takes longer and makes me sweat more. Which brings me to my next question: Do you sweat alot on the toilet? Sometimes after a strenuous session I am a dripping mess. Nina sometimes sits next to me and wipes my forehead or I wear a showercap to keep my sweaty hair away.
I recently got back from brother & his wife in AZ as I described in my last post. My brother's wife is 300 lbs and I had the great luck of watching her go (unbeknownst to her). She used a toilet designed for the obese which fit the contours of her large bottom much better than a normal toilet. It was quite a sight to watch her. She grunted alot and looked great as her face contorted with effort. I would have loved to have talked to her about our weight and struggles on the toilet but I didn't. Maybe an oppotunity will present itself next time.
Fat Chick, I would love to hear some more of your experiences!
Hello Friends especially my SA pooper friend. You have been scarce. Quick rather embarrassing story. Hubby and I went to a bull sale up country, lunch was very nice steak and red wine. We left at about two and I went to the ladies first to pee. Did a few farts bit smelly but thought nothing of it. On the way home the road is under construction so there are what are called stop/go's. They fix half the road and you use the other half but this means that there are traffic lights manually operated at anything between 20 and 30 kilometer intervals. If you arrive at a red as it turns you can wait 20 minutes. Any way I felt a little ???? rumble about 15 minutes after we left but did not worry as I had had my morning shit at a supermarket before the sale. A few rumbles and a cramp or two later I realized that this was maybe breakfast saying to me it is time to get out. Bit quick but mentioned to hubby that the next little town a garage loo would be in order. As luck has it we catch the first stop/go and sit for 20 minutes before being allowed to proceed. I am now needing to concentrate as there is a churning like an old building's plumbing in my guts. We then catch the second stop/go and I am now in a little discomfort. I ask hubby what can we do as we are in a row about 20 cars long and with the road under construction all grass and bush has been cleared so no chance of nipping out behind a bush to drop this lot. This called for drastic action. I reasoned that the chances of us seeing the vehicle ahead or those behind again were slim. Now I have no problem shitting behind a bush with others but being the only one amongst strangers was another matter. Brainwave, use my old roadside trick. Open both doors on the left, slide off the seat, by this time I could not stand upright. Pull off your kit and sit on the sill of the passenger door, making sure that your feet are far apart. I could not get the one leg out of my jeans which I normally do in a case like this. I am now resting my bum on the door sill with my hole just missing the ledge. I then let go. One huge fart followed by a gush of smelly mush and brown water. This splattered onto the road, I am leaning forward so no one sees my head. My stomach convulses again and more raw sewage rushes out. The relief is such that I have tears in my eyes and am actually sweating. I just stay sitting as the last wet farts and pee dribbles out. Hubby passes me some loo paper and I wipe turning myself sideways with one buttock on the sill ledge. I ask him what must we do with the paper as it is a dead give away piled next to the car. He says no way is it coming inside so I throw it under the car. I dress and get back inside hoping that the people behind had other things to do. Feeling very much better we head off home. Sting in the tail was when we stopped for fuel about 2 hours later a car pulled up next to us with a family inside. I sat quietly but could not help hearing the strident tones of a 10 year old brat telling his sister and mother that look there was the lady that pooed next to the road Mommy!!!
Kelly Anne, I would definitely see a doctor about this and get to the bottom of it. I would definitely not rule out the possibility of a sleep disorder. Since it is not a daily event, I would start keeping a journal recording what you had for dinner including what you ate and drank, approximate volumes that you drank from dinner to bedtime, whether or not you went to the bathroom before bed, any medications that you are taking periodically, and whether you were wet or dry in the morning. What you're looking for is any pattern in food, drinks, volumes of drinks, and or meds that correlates with the nights that you are having accidents. (Also be sure to record anything that you eat or drink between dinner and bedtime.) In the mean time, I would seriously consider wearing diapers, especially once you leave for college. I know the idea is tremendously embarrasing, but it's better than a bowel accident in your bed at school, not to mention the smell. Just explain to your room mate(s) that you have a medical problem and that you're in the progress of trying to find out what's happening. I don't think that protective underwear will cut it either, especially if you have large urine volumes. There is however, a pull-on style diaper made by Tranquility. Check out ???? alnd look for the ???? pants. If you can't get stuff online yourself, perhaps one of your parents can order them for you. So far as your room mate(s) go(es), it may be very uncomfortable to do and embarrasing, but talking to them about it and letting them know that you are doing the best you can to take care of it is MUCH better than trying to hide it. You're at an age where your peers are presumably mature enough that they're not going to tease you about it.
Hi guys. Couldn't resist this survey :-P
Jessa's Accident Survey:
1. When was the last time you wet your pants? Last year, during a hold it contest.
2. When was the last time you messed your pants? When I was 3 years old. I'm now 17.
3. Was there a time when you wet/messed your pants instead of using a public bathroom? Explain. Nope. I don't LIKE using them, but I do if I have to.
4. Have you ever wet/messed yourself in public? The hold it contest was sort of in public, my friends Skyla and Torah saw.
5. Have you ever wet/messed your pants out of convenience? No.
6. Have you ever wet/messed in your pants on purpose? Pooped them when I was 3.
7. If yes, why did you decide to do it and how often do you do it? Because I was angry at my mum and wanted payback :-P Haven't wet or pooped them deliberately since.
8. Do prefer to wet your pants or mess them? Even though I don't do either, I think I'd prefer to wet them.
9. Have you ever wet yourself in the rain just because you could? NO, sounds like an awesome idea though! But it usually doesn't rain that heavy in Aus where I live 
OMG! I just remembered a pooping accident I had when I was 14. My mum, dad, and younger siblings had travelled to Dubai for a holiday. We went down to a beach but I didn't feel like swimming because I felt sick. So I sat on the sand with my parents and baby sister Bryah. All of a sudden I felt like I was going to throw up, and let out an SBD. I felt something warm, and for some reason I thought my period had started. I told mum I had to go to the toilet. We found some but there was no paper. In Dubai they use hoses and squirt themselves clean. So mum went to buy me some tissues. I was so shocked when I pulled my pants down and discovered diarrhea. I hadn't pooped myself by accident ever! I cleaned up and told mum I wanted to go back to the hotel because I felt sick. It was so embarrassing asking her to wash my pants because I pooped in them!
Also, in my first years of primary school (elementary school) I never used to use toilet paper at school. Don't know why, just didn't like it. Anyway, one day I had taken a crap and not wiped. Little did I know that it was an extremely soft one and a lot of residue had been left on my bum. Back in class I sat down and felt the mush and had an inconspicuous look down my pants. Sure enough they were smeared with so much poop it looked like I'd had an accident. A while later the boy sitting next to me asked me if I'd farted. Oops!
Thats all for now!
P.S. I can't find my first post. I know its up because I've seen it, I just can't find it again. If anyone has the page number that would be great!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Cute and shy- having read your post i have arrived at the conclusion i have the same problem as you. No matter how little i drink i always need to pee! I often wonder where all the pee comes from! I also get the tickle that you describe as if i can actually feel the pee coming down. When this happens i will often dribble a bit and this can happen even straight after ive done a pee and feel like im empty. I can come out of the toilet,get the tickle and then start peeing some more. My bladder also fills up quick and the pressure feels like im going to burst. After ive peed my bladder aches because ive needed to go that bad. Another thing ive noticed is my belly gets really swollen and sensitive to the point where i cannot bear anyone anywhere near me when i need a pee. Do you experience the same?
Several hours ago I was enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon. The lower abdomen let me know that a bathroom visit was in the near future but the symptoms went away so I figured before bed or first thing tomorrow morning and I put it out of my mind.
The dogs were getting worked up so I decided to take them for a walk. I hooked up the leashes and headed up the road. Less than five minutes later we turned around and headed back. Even then I had no indication of coming events but half way back I stopped walking and clenched my cheeks together. A few seconds later I could feel moisture in my crack. The pressure eased and I resumed walking. Now less than 100 yards from the house I again had to stop and clench my bottom. I stood there more than a minute then resumed walking.
When I arrived at the door I met my father on the back porch. I knew I had a messy bottom but believed my panties had not yet been soiled. I opened the door and led the dogs inside. With my father only a few feet away, I leaned forward to disconnect the leashes and my bottom began loading my panties. As quickly and calmly as possible I placed the leashes on the shelf and walked to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I closed the door, pulled down and stepped out of my pants and finished pooping my panties as I wiped skid marks inside the pants.
I find it fascinating to think that I have intentionally peeded and pooped myself many times but a genuine accident is still emotionally disturbing.
Friday I was watching a show on Court TV about gang members in prison. Apparently they often keep coded infomation on their gangs on plastic wrapped paper inside themselves. I guess its not unusual for prisoners on "contraband" watch to hold off pooping for as long as possible because they'e in a secluded cella nd all bodily functions performed using a "plastic bag" toilet so that such can be examined for anything illegal like the plastic wrapped paper called "kites".
One guy went 16-18 days before he had to "go" but its been said that some hold out even longer. the guards just make sure the prisoners stay hydrated and they it out until nature finally takes its course.
To Lindsey-Yes, I have the same problem as you. I WILL NOT use the school toilets or other public toilets. I use them to pee, but never to crap. I just hold it in.
To Kelly Anne- It could be in your mind. Your dream is probably an effect of what you encounter, do, or think about during the day. If you've been having unusual events during the day, it could be a cause. If it persists, you should see a psychologist.1. Do you enjoy pooping? Yes
2. what is your favorite position when passing a BM? sitting on the toilet bent slightly forward
3. Do you get stomach aches before you BM? severe cramps usually
4. How many times a day do you poop? 2-3 times a week
5. What was the longest poop you ever did? about four feet long one foot across
6. Do you find pooping relaxing? not really. I'm usually constipated
7. Do you make grunting noises when pushing? Yes Do you yell in pain when it hurts? Yes. I'm usually constipated and have to strain and groam
8. How often do you get constipated? almost daily
9. What was the longest time you were ever constipated for? one and one half weeks.
10. After being constipated or just having a difficult poop, and it finally comes out, do you ever yell of relief? YES!!!
11. Do you get stomach aches often when you don't have to BM? If so, are they severe and how long do they last? yes, I get really bad cramps if I don't go which is most of the time
12. Are you gassy when you poop? Yes
13. Do you look forward to taking a dump? If I could ever be not constipated,yes
14. What are two signs that you have to go (besides a stomach ache)? Cramps, a full feeling. That does not mean I will be able to go on my own without a laxative or enema though.
15. Do you ever lie down after taking a loooong dump because you feel week or tired? YES
16. Do you ever have to catch your breath after pooping? yes
17. Do you like taking as long as necessary on the bowl, or do you get it done as fast as possible? I take as long as necessary
18. When you are constipated or are having a tough time getting it out, what do you think is the best way to relieve yourself w/o taking a laxative? I usually have to take a laxative or enema, but sometimes I can dig it out
19. Has a BM ever hurt so much that you started to cry? Yes, several. I have to use an enema a lot and sometimes the enema liquid gets stuck inside me and I have to strain hard to get it,as well as the hard poop, out of me
20. How often do you have diahrea? sometimes I have diarrhea when I am severely constipated and liquid shit manages to get around the hard shit in my colon
21. When on the bowl taking a dump, what do you think is the most comfortable position? slightly bent forward
22. Do you push on your stomach to get the poop out? Yes. sometimes, most of the time actually, I have to push a finger up my butt too.
23. Do you ever massage your stomach to help a stomach ache or to help yourself poop? yes
24. How do you feel about having someone poop with you, like to keep you company? I like it
25. How do you feel about someone talking you through constipation, a rough poop, etc.? I like it. If the situation is right,it can be pretty arousing
26. After a long, hard poop, constipation, or even when you have the stomach flu/bug, would you enjoy a stomach massage? Yes
27. Do your stomach aches continue even after you have pooped? Some times
28. How often do you get off the bowl, and then realize as you walk away from the bathroom that you weren't done? Has this ever happened to you more than twice in a row (for the same dump)? It doesn't happen too often but it has happened before.
I remember when I was in high school I had trouble going to the bathroom at school to. I was always afraid someone mean girl would laugh or snicker at me. What I did to get over this fear was I asked my friend to stand on the other side of the door while I peed. What my friend did was she would distract other girls who came in the bathroom while I tried to pee. It was hard at first, but soon I was able to pee without any problems even if some immature twit laughing at me. If it makes you feel better, I still won't ever poop anywhere except my bathroom at home, my own private bathroom that's in my office at work. I'm always scared someone will comment on the noise or the smell. I hope my advice will help you.
I'm a guy around my 20's.
I've got something wickedly cool to share! Recently, I attended the wedding of a relative. It was a great atmosphere, nice people, and of course, lots of beer, hehe. After having drunk a few beers, I was feeling quite dizzy, and I also had the urge to take a leek. So I went to the bathroom and did so. Nothing really worth mentioning. Anyhow, when I was done peeing, I started washing my hands, then stood leaning over the sink for awhile, trying to get myself together (quite affected by the beer...). All of a sudden, the bathroom door swung open. In came one of the other guests, a good-looking woman, age 50+ I'd guess. She must have been surprised to see me in there, just as I was surprised seeing her. She said: "Oh, excuse me, I didn't know this one was taken."
I said: "No worries, I was just done. I'll go and leave you alone in here."
To my surprise she said: "That won't be necessary, why don't you keep me company?"
My heart started to pound really fast. I agreed to stay, as she came in and locked the door. She moved over to the toilet, put the seat down, dropped her pants and sat down. She was leaning forwards, hands folded on her lap. I was sitting on a chair (that for some reason had been placed in there), facing her, where she was sitting on her throne, like a queen. She was really beautiful. We talked a little about the day in general, and meanwhile, I could hear the stream of her urine hitting the water. When it stopped, I was expecting her to wipe, but she remained seated. I asked her if she was done, but she just smiled and shook her head. Now I was getting really excited. All of a sudden, she farts lightly, and I hear a cracklig sound. She was obviously straining a bit. Then there was a loud *splash!* as it dropped and hit the water below. She said: "Phew, that felt good", and smiled with her beautiful face. At this time, I was trembling out of excitement.
She kept dropping quite a few turds, each of them hitting the water with a *splash*, as we talked about this and that. The smell was strong, but not repulsive, just arousingly feminine. Suddently, she went from firm turds to more runny, mushy poop. I asked her what she had eaten, and she laughed and said she didn't remember. We spent around another 20 minutes in there, before she reached for the toilet paper and started wiping her butt from behind her back. Then she stood up, and put her pants back on. She thanked me for the company, and I told her that the pleasure was all mine (which it certainly was!).
She gave me a hug before we went seperate ways. It was indeed a great experience, which I'll never forget. I still think about it constantly...
have you thought of taking some form of dipery thing, like the depends or of such, they make some that look like underwear. you would only have to use them at night or in desperate situations, most rooms don't have bathrooms in them.
A survey I found:
How do you wipe when you get diarrhea?
I wad up a bunch of TP until I'm clean
Do you hold your stomach when you get diarrhea?
While having diarrhea what do you do?
Hold my stomach and lean forward
What do you do when you get diarrhea in a public bathroom?
I just let it all out. I don't care how loud it may be. If I have to have diarrhea, I need to go right away!
When you get diarrhea have you ever gotten up and relised you weren't done?
On a scale of 1-10 how bad does your diarrhea stink?
Does your diarrhea ever clog or overflow the toilet?
What foods cause you to get diarrhea?
In public bathrooms, do you ever not flush your diarrhea because you want others to see what you have done?
On a scale of 1 to 10 how bad does your t??? ache before having diarrhea?
Do you enjoy diarrhea?
How often do you get diarrhea?
A few times a week
Are you sick of this survey?
I found this survey on old post page 905, just wanted to fill it out.
1. Do you enjoy pooping? Yes
2. what is your favorite position when passing a BM? Sitting, with my legs spread wide apart
3. Do you get stomach aches before you BM? Only if it's diarrhea Are they severe? Yes
4. How many times a day do you poop? 3
5. What was the longest poop you ever did? About a foot long
6. Do you find pooping relaxing? No
7. Do you make grunting noises when pushing? If I'm at home I do.In public I don't Do you yell in pain when it hurts? No
8. How often do you get constipated? Once every 3 weeks or so
9. What was the longest time you were ever constipated for? 5 days
10. After being constipated or just having a difficult poop, and it finally comes out, do you ever yell of relief? No
11. Do you get stomach aches often when you don't have to BM? If so, are they severe and how long do they last? No
12. Are you gassy when you poop? No
13. Do you look forward to taking a dump? Yes
14. What are two signs that you have to go (besides a stomach ache)? The feeling in my bum
15. Do you ever lie down after taking a loooong dump because you feel week or tired? No
16. Do you ever have to catch your breath after pooping? If the poop was hard to pass
17. Do you like taking as long as necessary on the bowl, or do you get it done as fast as possible? I take as long as necessary
18. When you are constipated or are having a tough time getting it out, what do you think is the best way to relieve yourself w/o taking a laxative? I don't know
19. Has a BM ever hurt so much that you started to cry? No
20. How often do you have diahrea? A couple times a week
21. When on the bowl taking a dump, what do you think is the most comfortable position (i.e. Leaning back, head between your knees, straight up with your hands on the side of the bowl, etc.) Legs spread
22. Do you push on your stomach to get the poop out? Yes
23. Do you ever massage your stomach to help a stomach ache or to help yourself poop? Yes
24. How do you feel about having someone poop with you, like to keep you company? Never done it
25. How do you feel about someone talking you through constipation, a rough poop, etc.? Never done it
26. After a long, hard poop, constipation, or even when you have the stomach flu/bug, would you enjoy a stomach massage? No
27. Do your stomach aches continue even after you have pooped? No
28. How often do you get off the bowl, and then realize as you walk away from the bathroom that you weren't done? Has this ever happened to you more than twice in a row (for the same dump)? Not very often. I think this has only happened to my a few times.
Uncle Harry--I just wanted to tell you that I really enjoy your stories...keep it up!
The Nasty Blind Aspie
Greetings. I am replying to two posts.
Your recent enuresis could have any number of triggers. I would highly advise you to contact a urologist and make an appointment. The urologist will assess your medical history and most likely schedule several tests. I have been through the works here, as my situation was similar to yours. None of the tests were at all painful, though the embarrassment is always a problem. I could give you some names and places to try, but I don't know where you are and the moderator would probably delete them anyway. I wish you the best in your efforts to solve this dolemma.
My mother used to babysit this kid named Jacob. By the time he was two and a half, he knew when he had to go to the bathroom and could hold it for a while. Despite this fact, underwear had no appeal to him whatsoever. He always insisted on using his diaper, especially for defecation. He would wet the diaper if he was wearing one, but if not he would use the toilet. If he could not poop in a diaper, he might either go in his pants or hold it. This phase lasted about six months before he was finally fully trained. Though I also had my own share of toilet training troubles, (say that ten times fast) I never had a problem with defecation. For me, it was urination that kept me from being fully trained until I was three and a half, which was unusual in those days. Have a great day.
I just finished laying one of the most perfectly formed turds I've ever had. It came up straight out of the bottom of the bowl, curled around to the left, and flopped back over across itself. It was shaped almost like a lower case "b". About 16 inches of pure enjoyment.
A good shit is always a good way to start the day.
See you later
I´m a 25 year old guy from Sweden. Yesterday I had lunch at McDonald´s with a good friend of mine (he is 24). After we had finished eating we sat and chatted for a while and I got a big urge to crap. I said to my friend that I had to go to the toilet. The toilet had just been cleaned so I went in and pulled down my jeans and boxers and sat down. I started farting a few times and pretty soon some soft turds came out. I just relaxed and the turds just splashed out it felt so nice and relieving! It took some time to wipe though. When I got back he asked if I had taken a crap and I said yes. Then he said he could not understand how I could take a crap in a public toilet, he said he would never ever place his butt on a public toilet seat and so far he had never done it... I´m not sure if I believe him...
That´s all for now. /D.
I usually shit once a day in the morning, when I wake up, because I prefer not having to wait to use the doorless stalls in the mens rooms at work, but yesterday, after a four cheese sausage and pepper omelet for breakfast, and a Quarter Pounder with cheese and fries for lunch, I hadda go. I grabbed a newspaper from the lunch room and headed off to do 'the dirty deed" Of course, once I got inside the mens room, it was all occupied. The three doorless stalls were occupied with 'readers' 'farters' and "shitters" I had to wait a few minutes until one of the station supervisors finished up, wiped up, and left. I dropped my jeans, and contributed my stench to the room. Took me about 5 minutes to get rid of my pasty mess, and wipe up. Other employees came in , and waited their turn. It's really not a bad place to shit, as they do keep it really clean and well stocked with toilet tissue, soap, and hand towels. Peace
If I'm taking a shit in a doorless stall, I really don't care if a woman walks in. It's not any more or less embarrassing than if a guy sees me. And I'm comfortable seeing a woman poop - or pee. I don't get why we have to pretend the other gendre doesn't poop or pee.
Hello everyone long time no see!
Fr. P: You definitely did the right thing by taking her into the men's room, taking her into the women's would have been weird, definitely the right decision, and since you were not doing anything questionable, then you could just tell anyone who asked, and that would be that.
Euro Hiker: I visited China as well and got the same impression you did, I had never seen a squat toilet before in my life when I visited that country, so I have to admit I was a little surprised the first time I used the restroom!
Kelly Anne: I don't know if this will solve your problem, but you could try wearing protective underwear, I have had to sometimes, and it's not embarrassing to me, but that's just my opinion
Uncle Harry: Read a lot of your posts, great work, I love them, and the way you set them up is also wonderful, you are definitely an excellent writer, keep it up
OK, now for my stories:
About three weeks ago, I was on my way to a business trip (again) and I had to stop and get gas, and decided I would pee also. I headed in to the station to pay, and then asked where the restroom was. "Sorry ma'am, it's out of order" was what I got. Of course, I had heard that way too many times. I thanked the woman and left. I wasn't absolutely bursting yet, so I headed on down the road. About ten miles on though, the urge hit me like a freight train. I had to go NOW. I pulled over to the side of the road, raised my skirt and immediately started peeing almost before I got my panties down. Thankfully I didn't get pee on anything, but made an enormous puddle. I got the business center at the hotel and set up, and left. I ate dinner at a nice restaurant and surprisingly I didn't have to pee. I had changed into my more casual clothes and had slacks and a t-shirt on. About twenty minutes after dinner, I was walking along the river along a sandbar, and I felt the feeling I had to pee yesterday. I've never felt it come on so quickly in my life. I ran over to the river, and undid my belt and pulled my slacks down and started peeing madly. I peed for probably about a minute and then continued my walk, which was beautiful, with the sunset and all. The next morning I had to work the convention from 10AM to 6PM, with only a 30 minute break for lunch at 12:30. I got there at 9:40 to get the final details set up and get ready. I was pretty busy all morning, and at lunch break, I had a few people who decided to hang on and chat with me even though it was my lunch break, so I tried to eat and talk at the same time. Finally they left, but lunch break was over and more people had come in and I was mobbed until about 3PM. I really had to pee by now, as I hadn't gone since breakfast and was bursting. I didn't know what to do, as there was no break in the crowd in sight. By a miracle, I made it until 4PM, but still had two hours to go. I was more desperate than I have ever been in my life. Then, the right as the floodgates were about to open, I saw a break! Someone was having a talk for twenty minutes. I headed out as casually as I could, but I absolutely had to pee NOW, I couldn't wait. The toilets were down a long hallway and there was no way I could make it. I headed out the door hoping and praying there would be no one there. I didn't see anyone and just squatted and ripped my panties down just as I started peeing a torrent. I peed for literally a minute and half and was still bursting at that point when a very well-dressed man in a tuxedo walked up saw me, and was a little surprised, as he noticed right away the stream of pee that was now covering some of the parking lot. He said he had to poop urgently and asked if I minded him doing his business as I told him the restrooms were a ways away. I said I didn't, and he walked over to some bushes about 4 feet away, undid his cummerbund, and pulled his trousers down around his knees. I was nearly finished peeing by now, and he was stunned at how much urine I had deposited, but I said I hadn't peed since that morning. He was still pooping into a little hole he had dug behind the bushes, so we sat and chatted. I couldn't believe this wierdness, here it was, I was sitting in a hotel parking lot, talking to a pretty sexy guy in a tux who was dropping a huge log, and I had just peed what seemed like a gallon right onto the parking lot. Talk about strange. Anyway, he finished, and looked around for something to wipe with. I offered him a little bag of Kleenex which I always carry with me, and he accepted it. Besides, this gave me a chance to see his poop. I was appalled, as it was quite huge, easily rivaling any of the monsters I have produced in the past. We walked inside together, and we talked for a long time even after the convention resumed. Turns out he had a bathroom interest as well, and as we were about to leave the trade show, he found me and said he had to pee, and I could watch him if he could watch me. I agreed so we went to the men's room. Someone started laughing at this guy taking me in to the men's, but he just said, "She has to pee urgently, she's my wife, and the women's line is long" The women's line was long, so he wasn't lying about that part, so at least he was being partially truthful. We went into a stall, and I went first. I lifted my skirt and peed for a little bit, but I wasn't all that desperate. Then, he urinated, and then zipped up and we left.
Weird, huh? I just don't believe how that stuff happens to me
And my last story for now, I'm out of time:
I had to pee Saturday, and I thought, I'm getting bored with peeing in toilets. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I decided to try peeing in a bottle. I had never done it, so this was a first time. Just in case, I decided to not do it over the carpet, and went underneath my deck, which is my favorite pee/poop spot. I got the bottle situated and then began peeing, and almost filled the bottle, which was a 20 oz. I hadn't peed in a while though, so that was expected. I don't know why, but it seems I pee a lot, even when I'm not all that desperate. I just don't understand it.
So that's it everyone, I'll try to post more often!
Daniel- was this the only time this has happened, please post other stories if you have done it before
Does anyone recall seeing a story about a young guy who was going out with a girl who always seem to poop herself for fun around him, and she did it in her pants at a sporting event, and the size took her by surprise, but her boyfriend was not into this sort of thing?
does this ring a bell with anyone? if so, what page was it on?
I travel I-35 and I-80 about once a week because of my job as a farm equipment sales rep. It's just a summer job, but after I get my degree, it offers me some nice marketing opportunities. Last week I was traveling on the Interstate at 6 a.m. at just about sunrise when I started to feel my daily crap needing to come out. I was in Iowa and pulled over at the first rest stop only to find a sign that the mens room was closed for cleaning. The next rest stop was just under 20 miles to the south. I briefly considered going to the ladies room which was only a few feet away but I saw a van load of college-age girls (perhaps an athletic team) drive up, and there went that option. I hit the road driving about 75 or 80 all the way to the next rest stop. Twenty miles never seemed that long, especially when I hit two or three construction sites that required the lanes to cross over and slow down to 35 miles per hour. I also briefly considered pulling off the the side of the road and going from sitting on one of the highway bumpers. Still, I felt I could hold it. Finally, I saw the rest area sign...6 miles...and it gave me confidence to continue to hold it in. By then I was feeling neuseous, starting to sweat over my whole body, and I knew it would be a miracle if I didn't lose it and crap my pants and onto the front seat of my Escape. Finally, I came upon the rest stop and coasted to a stop. I trotted to the bathroom, noted that the front door was wide open (a nice way to greet a person in need!)and I found the first stall, pulled down my pants and placed myself hasily on the seat, hopeful of course that I wasn't sitting on someone's log or in their errant pee. One wide and long log came out within five seconds of my butt meeting the seat and it was moist enough to fill up much of the stool. Knowing that I had an 8 a.m. meeting with a co-op distributorship, there was no time to linger, catch my breath or wipe off the sweat caused by the humid weather and my panic about not having an accident. I grabbed for the toilet paper. There was none! ****! Since I heard no one else in the bathroom, I partially pulled up my pants and went into an adjacent stall where I sat down and, as thoroughly as possible under those conditions, filled the bowl with toilet paper used to clean myself. I've always known, and my girlfriend has encouraged me also, to get ride of the extra hair that regularly causes me problems when I take such a large, moist shit. I promised I would get that done in the next month and I have the resolve to do it. I got back in my truck to continue my trip, put in an easy-listening CD (Liz Damon's Orient Express), which my girlfriend can't get enough of and continued my journey.
THE GONG FIGHT
Sometimes I like to pee/poop in/on musical instruments. Does anyone else do this? I mean I love to poop in my ukulele or pee all over the drums, or in a tuba. Sometimes my poop has corn in it when I haven't even eaten corn in like a week, and I've pooped lots since. Maybe the corn gets caught somewhere and it comes out later with different poop. Is that possible?
Anyway, cheese please.
-THE GONG FIGHT
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
hi, im kelly anne, im 20. when i was growing up i was a bedwetter, but i stopped wetting the bed when i was about 14. that brings me to my question: i recently started to wet my bed again, and i dont know why. i was wondering if anyone knew if it was normal for such a thing to start happening again after i went years without doing it. well not regularly anyway, it was almost a nightly event growing up but since i was about 14 i've only wet the bed like 4 times, but now i've started doing it multiple nights a week again. the other part is, on two occassions i've pooped as well, which is unusual for me. i can only remember that happening once when i was 12, but it's happened twice this week. last night i was having this dream where i had to poop really bad and i was trying to find like a bush or something to go behind, then i woke up to find that i had made a mess in my underwear, and wet myself again. i don't know what to do, i have to move back to school next week and i can't be wetting and messing in bed at college...
Hi guys and girls. I'm 22. I'm a girl. I have a sister who is almost 18 named Taylor.
Did anyone here wear diapers for pooping long after they started peeing in the toilet? Or know someone who did?
My sister was fully potty trained by the time she was 3 except for bed wetting, but she did most of her pooping in diapers until she was almost 7. She had full control, she just didn't like to poop on the toilet. She wore diapers at night for bed wetting, and when she woke up in the morning our parents would let her keep her diaper on for one hour. If she didn't poop in it within an hour of waking up she had to change into regular panties and poop in the toilet. She actually managed to train herself fairly well to poop during the time she had a diaper on. I don't think my parents really liked that she preferred pooping in diapers, but they decided it wasn't worth making a fuss over. When Taylor's bed wetting became less frequent my parents stopped putting her in diapers and started making her poop in the toilet every time.
Like I said above, I'm curious if anyone else has similar experiences. Did you poop in diapers even after you were potty trained? Or did you know someone who did?
I'll write more later.
Just the other day I was with my boyfriend at home and I really began to feel the need to take a shit. He kept on talking and I sat there smiled and would squirm every now and again. Eventually I let out some farts and blamed them on my cat. He just stared at me and asked if I needed to use the bathroom. I laughed said no and kept talk as to not embarrass myself. After a little while longer he said he would go, and hinted it was so I could shit in privacy. I scoffed and he got up to go to the door and while he was putting on his shoes I let out the loudest, smelliest fart ever. He kind of smiled and said was that the cat and I being really embarrassed ran into the bathroom. I didn't know what else to do so I just sat down and took my shit. I was in there for almost 30 minutes. I was so embarrassed I didn't talk to him for a week.
have you ever flushed anything other than the usual? if so what?
To Cute and Shy:
Mountain Dew is full of caffeine, in fact more than coffee. Caffeine is a diuretic and will fill the bladder to bursting more than once. Stop drinking it. Drink ice water. Stay away from coffee and tea also. Things should be better. If not, then have your doctor check you for a bladder infection. It could be you are not emptying your bladder thoroughly when you pee. Get it all out. If you continuously don't empty your bladder all the way or hold your pee too long, you may be causing an infection. If you can't empty all of your pee, then get to your doctor who will probably send you to a urologist for further tests.
As soon as I arrived in China, I noticed a more open attitude to bodily functions. While standing in line at passport control, the guy in front of me, who had a Chinese passport did a loud fart that everyone in the line could hear, followed by another a few minutes later then another.
I also noticed that there was less privacy in toilets. When I was in a Chinese city, I visited a modern shopping mall and stood by a fountain in the center of the mall. The nearby womens' toilet was quite busy and the door was always wide open. It had 'squat' toilets that were set into a raised floor with gaps under the partitions. I could actually see the edge of the bowl set into the floor in the end stall and I saw a few women go in and squat. Unfortunately as it was a front/side view, I couldn't see much as their feet were in the way or the view was blocked by other women standing in line. I did see a few turds dropping however.
When I was in another Chinese city, I went to an area where tourists do not usually go. I went into a supermarket in a large 1970s style concrete block. The toilets were quite busy as it was 8 a.m. and lots of people were using the supermarket toilet for their 'daily dump'. There were separate toilets for men and women toilets but the outer doors were always open. Both had four stalls with 'squat' toilet bowls set into a raised floor with gaps under the partitions. While in the corridor outside the toilets, I bent down to tie my shoe lace and I could see a back/side view under the partition of the end stall in the womens' toilet. I saw a Chinese woman wiping her nice slender butt with a tissue. Being the only non-Chinese person in the whole supermarket and probably the whole neighborhood, I was rather conspicuous so I couldn't stay in this position for more than a few seconds.
I went into the mens' toilet and was standing peeing at the urinal with two other men. I had a bit of a 'stiffy' from what I had just seen in the ladies toilet and at that moment, a female cleaner came in. She could see my dick and I smiled at her and she smiled back. Apparently us 'laowai' (foreigners) have a reputation for being somewhat larger in this area so I wondered what she was thinking. The stalls had doors but one guy hadn't bothered to close the door. He was squatting and pooping into the 'squat' toilet bowl while smoking a cigarette. His dick and the poop that he had done into the bowl were clearly visible to other users of the toilet and to the female cleaner as she mopped the floor outside the stall. This seemed perfectly normal and no-one seemed to worry.
I went into the end stall in the gent's toilet, locked the door and bent down to look out under the partition towards the women's toilet. As the outer doors of both men's and women's toilets were open and faced each other, I could see a distant view across the small entrance lobby and under the partitions of the women's stalls. A women went into the end stall and squatted. I could just see her butt under the partition as peed, did a soft poop and then wiped. Then the cleaner opened a closet door in the lobby outside and blocked my view so I left.
Does anyone else have any stories about toilets in China?
Yesterday I was playing paintball in a local competition. (the team I'm on came in second place). The one thing about the paintball competitions that I compete in is that the matches can take up some time, and that you only have 2 minutes in between each new game if you win. Well, after our first game, I had to poop in the worst way. I would have used the bathroom, but the match ran almost into the time limit, so we were already five minutes late to our next game. I would have enough time to use the bathroom, but only if our next match was under 2 minutes, (we'd have to take the flag before we'd eliminated all the opposing players more than one time). Unfortunately, luck was not on my side, we lost the first game of the match, which consists of the best two out of three, and it took a good five minutes. about thirty seconds into our next game, the pain of holing it began to get unbearable, I knew that I was about to explode. Then, about a minute later, it happened, the pain was so bad, My attention was entirely shifted away from holding in the BM. I completely unloaded into my briefs. Thank god I was wearing a camo jumpsuit, if I i'd been wearing shorts, the bulge would have been entirely noticeable. My briefs must have felt merciful because somehow, they were able to contain the mess for the rest of the match. Though during the last game of the match, I was shot in the butt, and when the ref came over to verify the hit, I think he found out what had happened because the smell was absolutely horrendous, we ended up losing the third game of the match to the top team in the region. I left the instant the game ended and headed straight to the facilities.
I'm 15 and just started my sophomore year of high school. I have few problems going to the bathroom at home or when I'm at the house of one of my friends. However, about midway through last school year I started getting scared about sitting down at school. Several times while I was on the toilet, I would see eyeballs looking at me through the crack between the stall door and partition. It would only be for a few seconds, but it would creep me out. I have no trouble getting my pee flow going at home because I can relax. That is hard to do when I see an eyeball peeping in on me. I then try and hurry it up, reposition myself on the seat, and only get more frustrated. Occasionally, I hear a "I'm ready to pee my pants" or "I'm going to shit myself" from one of the other girls. It makes me feel bad but it only gets me more stressed. I know I have to get over this but sometimes I see the scary eyeball on the left and then a couple of minutes later looking in from the right. It's not just one girl, but rather several who I think are seniors. I don't know if they are deliberately trying to intimidate me or they are just thoughtless and rude. I mentioned this to my best friend and she said it occasionally happens to her. She said I should try and not look forward when I'm on the stool. I just dread using the toilets at school, but I have three years to go and I have to pee and shit each day unless I hold it. But I don't think that would be healthy. Have any of you other toiletstool.com posters had similar experiences you can share?
Does your oldest boy have an accident in his pants if there is no diaper for him? If not then I think you really shouldn't worry. Perhaps he sees his younger brother getting the attention with being cchanged,etc and wants that.
Holly I. M.
Cute & Shy
I too have a bladder problem, I pee alot, no matter how much i drink, the ammount I drink DOES affect it, but i still sometimes need to pee for no reason.
I don't get the tickle feeling, just the pee
It is the most annoying thing, one time it made me pee myself in school, i was bullied for that for years to come
One time me and the holy trinity [the girls i talked about in that post about farting] went camping
I kept needing to pee in the middle of the night, and i was aware that i was waking my friend up, not my cousin, the other one, everytime i got up, she tried to pretend she was still asleep.
I woke up another time, i noticed my friend wasn't in her sleeping bag, i figured she was peeing, so i waited, she didn't come back for a while, so i figured she was pooping, but after what i guessed was 30 minutes, i couldn't hold it much longer so i got up and left the tent, i was a bit on-edge because of my friends disapearance, just then she came fom behind and grabbed around my mouth so i couldn't scream
When she let go i looked at her and realised who it was, she laughed and said "i knew you would get up again"
I then realised i no longer had to pee, i leered at her and said, "you owe me new pants!"
we got over it but it was annoying
Greg (Josh's Friend)
As I was remembering some of my old Mike and Josh stories, I remembered this very cool experience when Mike and I were just 15 and Josh was just 13. It was one of the very first times I ever saw Josh take a dump although that experience has been repeated many times over the years.
I was traveling to Tennessee with my family and had Mike and Josh along as well as their older brother Brian (16 at the time) and we had eaten lunch about an hour before. All of us had taken dumps that morning before setting out except for Josh. However, soon after lunch, Josh's bowels started acting up on him and before too long a whole bunch of turds began piling up in his butt. Pretty soon, Josh was badly loaded and quite desperate for the services of a toilet. Josh then pretty much pleaded with my dad to turn off at the next rest which was 13 miles up the road. My dad agreed and for the next 12 minutes or so, the desperately loaded Josh sat squirming and grimacing in a desperate fight to hold his shit inside him. Josh crossed his legs in an attempt to keep his shit-filled butt clenched shut. My dad hurried as best he could to the rest stop understanding Josh needed to shit urgently and was weakening quickly.
Arriving at the rest stop, we quickly piled out of the car with the urgently-loaded Josh high-tailing it to the bathroom. Mike, Brian and I followed closely behind. Entering the restroom, we noticed that all the stalls were without doors and that Josh was working frantically to get the toilet seat in the end stall wiped down and lined with paper. At that point, we decided to have some fun with Josh and headed over to his stall where he was hastily preparing for a greatly-needed bowel movement. As we arrived, Josh was just turning around to face out and saw our smiling faces in the doorway. Even this did not deter the desperately loaded Josh from hurriedly dropping his pants and collapsing to the badly-needed toilet.
"WHAT are you doing?" Josh asked incredulously as he dropped his pants and sat down. Josh then unleashed an absolutely furious load of crap that had him rolling his eyes helplessly and moaning in relief as the enormous fecal monster blasted right through my helpless buddy and stormed into the desperately-needed crapper.
Immediately upon hearing this massive overwhelming excremental rush, Mike, Brian, and I started laughing uncontrollably. What can I say? We were KIDS then!!
"What do you guys WANT?" Josh moaned as his monstrous shit wave finally subsided.
"We're here to keep you company Josh! You know, so you don't feel all alone in the world!" I cracked.
"I don't NEED any company at the moment, thank you very much." Josh groaned.
"Oh come on, Josh!" Mike said. We're brothers! We're here to support each other in times of need!"
"You can support me by letting me TAKE A DUMP in PEACE!!" Even at 13 years of age, Josh's voice had an air of authority and confidence and the sense of humor in his tone was evident. These are qualities that have serve him very well in his life since!!
Just as we were really getting into giving Josh a hard time, another badly-loaded young man desperately needing a serious dump anxiously dashed into the restroom. He was an older teenager about 17-18 years old and besides carrying a major load around, you could just tell this guy had an ATTITUDE as well. Right away, I, Mike and Brian were a bit intimidated by this guy because you could tell he was no-nonsense and wasn't about to take any flak from us. We also didn't want to look geaky in front of an older teenager by giving a younger teen a hard time while taking a shit. The intimidating effect was enhanced by his short blonde hair trimmed in a military style crew cut and steely pale blue eyes that seemed to cut right through you. I figure he was about 6' tall, 185 pounds with muscular arms, a "V" shaped chest and torso, well-defined quad muscles and a round butt with buns of steel. Obviously, a solidly-built young man. Unsurprisingly, his t-shirt indicated he played football somewhere. His butt also needed urgently to be relieved as it had become badly loaded with a substantial amount of crap that caused it to throb relentlessly under the intense driving pressure.
Mike, Brian, and I then dispersed over to the urinals when he gave us a dirty look (or so we perceived it.) We could tell this guy was really distressed and needed a serious crap because of the way he nervously inspected each of the three remaining stalls as he pondered his somewhat limited options. This dude obviously dreaded the idea of crapping in a doorless stall, but resistance against the relentless crushing pressure was futile.
Only reluctantly accepting his inevitable defeat, the desperately-loaded boy eventually selected the second of the four stalls which meant there would be an empty stall between him and Josh sitting at the end while leaving the near stall vacant. We could then hear the distressed young man then work hurriedly with a palpable sense of urgency and purpose to get the seat wiped down and lined with toilet paper. The very proud but defeated boy then turned around, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor before mounting his throbbing shit-filled butt to the badly-needed toilet.
A moment later, the vanquished teenager, abandoned all resistance to the overpowering pressure and a massive devastating barrage of gas and shit thundered right through his butt with explosive force and stormed violently into the desperately-needed toilet hitting the walls and water with numerous loud splashes and plops. For several moments, the toilet sounded like one of the battle scenes from "Saving Private Ryan" except nothing could save this guy and there was nothing private about his torrential bowel movement. The awesome tidal wave of shit prompted some spontaneous groans of relief from the greatly overwhelmed young man bumming on the toilet.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……" He groaned as his shit piled up in the urgently-needed crapper. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh……You've got to be KIDDING me!!!!!" Despite his words, his voice most definitely had a tone of relief and gratitude in it!
Hearing the young guy's explosive defecation and his groans of relief from our vantage point at the urinals, Mike, Brian and I started looking at each other and even started laughing under our breath realizing the overwhelmed guy had been rendered completely helpless and that we were safe for the time being! There's just SOMEthing about being in the throes of an overwhelming shit that seems to make a person a bit less intimidating at the moment!! :-0 (Of course, Mike's and Josh's moments would come later and are well chronicled in the pages of this forum!) As for Josh, he used the reprieve of us no longer harassing him along with the explosive noisy cover of his overpowered neighbor to bear down and expel the rest of his crap from his own body without risk of further harassment! Within five minutes or so he was finished and able to start wiping up.
In the meantime, the laughter Mike, Brian, and I were enjoying from Sergeant Rock's explosive bowel movement was interrupted by the entrance of another intimidating figure into the restroom. This dude was about 45 years old and in very good shape and had the same blonde buzz cut and steely blue eyes as the helpless young dude unleashing a massive pile on the crapper. And if it was Sergeant Rock who was helplessly taking a big overpowering shit, then THIS was General Patton. Anyhow, he comes into the restroom and inspects the urinal area as if expecting to find someone while seeming to inspect Mike, Brian, and myself at the same time. Instinctively, we reverted to our best behavior so as not to get thrown in the brig!
Not finding what he wanted, General Patton then calls out, "Hey Scott, are you in here?"
"Yeah," Came a hesitant-sounding grunt from Sergeant Rock's stall sounding like he really didn't want to be identified or just didn't want to talk at the moment.
"Oh!" Continued General Patton looking down the row of toilet stalls and observing his bumming son's pants hanging around his ankles. "You're on the TOILET! Ok." It was like this was his first inkling that his desperately loaded son had needed a shit. The General's voice also carried like a foghorn so now everyone in the rest stop plaza knew that Scott was "on the TOILET."
"Yeah." Scott replied in an embarrassed-sounding voice. "I needed to take a dump." He continued, blatantly understating the obvious.
"OK." Said General Patton. "We'll all wait by the car. How much longer do you think you'll be?"
"I'm going to need another 5 minutes." Scott replied, now sounding absolutely humiliated. How could it not have been absolutely CRYSTAL clear to Scott's father that his urgently-loaded son was just DYING for an enormous shit when they were pulling into the rest stop plaza?
"Ok," Replied Scott's father. "We'll see you outside."
"Yeah." Grunted Scott sounding like he wanted to keep the conversation as short as possible.
"Geeze," Thought Scott to himself. (Or so I speculate!) "Why did dad have to announce to the whole freakin' world that I'm taking a shit? I love him and all that but he can be such a PUTZ sometimes!"
Mike and Brian followed Scott's father out of the restroom while I was a bit longer finishing up. A moment later, I heard a bunch of light grunts coming from Scott's stall before his butt started crackling and sputtering as Scott began bumming again, struggling to grind out his residual crap. A couple moments later the boy began struggling again and another "Urrggh, ugggh" was followed by still more shit crackling out of Scott.
I then finished up at the urinal and went over to the sinks to wash up. The sinks were just across from the toilet stalls and I carefully used my peripheral vision to see if I could get a glimpse of Scott sitting there struggling with his pants down. Scott did not bother to look up as I went to the sink instead just sitting there staring at the floor with his right hand clenching his left hand like he was concentrating and readying for another concerted push. With this in mind, I risked getting another glimpse of him in the mirror as I washed up. From the mirror I could see Scott struggle and brace for battle yet again as his muscles started tensing from the effort. The beleaguered young man then grunted and moaned again as he fought to drive out some more residual crap that landed on top of his already massive pile.
Finishing up, I decided to see how Josh was doing and stood just outside his stall as Scott continued to do battle.
"Hey Josh," I began. "Sorry about harassing you earlier. No hard feelings??"
"Oh, you're cool!" Josh replied. "I would have done the same thing!" Even at this young age, Josh already had an incredibly well-developed sense of perspective, self-confidence and the ability to not take himself too seriously. This was something the self-conscious Scott seemed to lack, at least from my brief observation of him and how he responded under pressure.
"Are you about done?" I continued. "I think we're about ready to roll."
"Yeah. I'm finishing up right now." Josh replied as he began tearing toilet paper off the roll. Josh was finished up with his big dump while it was apparent the grunting Scott was still in the throes of his draining and arduous struggle.
As I walked out, I was able to get another look at Scott who looked absolutely GREAT struggling on the toilet. This time, I looked right in since he wasn't even bothering to look up. Scott was apparently gearing up for yet another push as his fit muscular body was tensing yet again. Sure enough, as I was leaving, the struggling young man started grunting and began bumming again as more shit crackled out of him. I guessed that the long protracted battle to drive all that shit from his body was going to leave Scott just EXHAUSTED when it was finally all over.
I wondered why Scott never bothered to look up all those times I went by his stall and looked in. Maybe Scott was just trying to get his big shit over and done with. Maybe it was the psychology that if he didn't see me, then I wouldn't see him. Maybe Scott was already sufficiently embarrassed by his dad and he felt that he could spare himself more indignation by keeping his head humbly bowed in penitence. Maybe Scott was trying to re-establish his somewhat bruised male dominance by not acknowledging me (or anyone else) during his shit. Or maybe the grueling ordeal had simply sapped his strength and he didn't have the energy to raise his head. It's fun to speculate on these things!
A few minutes later, Josh joined us outside wearing a big contented grin and telling us how much better he felt. We finished up by exercising our dogs a bit more and throwing a Frisbee around before deciding to get going again. It was a full twelve minutes from the time I left the bathroom before the exhausted-looking Scott finally emerged from his massive and overwhelming shit, a bit longer than the 5 minutes he promised his dad. He apparently must have needed to struggle out several more rounds of residual shit before he was ready to wipe up and leave.
It was probably a good thing that Scott was such a fit young man and in good physical condition for such a demanding workout!! :-O He then got into a van with his folks and 4 other kids who had been waiting for him before driving off. As they got into the van, one of Scott's younger brothers teased him with the old joke about how they thought he fell in. Poor guy. Instead of jokes, Scott deserved PRAISE for just surviving and eventually prevailing in such a bitter hard-fought battle! But then again, his bowels were empty and relieved and maybe that's all he needed to find contentment!