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Anna

I pooped in the library and survey answers

Today I was studying in the library when I felt a need to poop. I kept working for about 15 minutes and then I really needed to go, so I decided to use the washroom in the back of the floor where I was on. There are only two cubicles and both were taken when I got there, so I waited. Shortly after, another girl came in and stood in line behind me. We smiled at each other and she mock-rolled her eyes at the occupied cubicles seemingly annoyed at this remote bathroom fully occupied. But I could see she was only kidding around. I have seen this girl at school before, she is a chubby, bigger girl with long brown hair, a very pretty face, totally beautiful brown eyes and nicely tanned skin. I think she is a bit younger than me and we have never really talked. So we just passed a minute or so in silence until the girls in the stalls finally wiped and left, both at the same time. The brunette girl took the right stall and I the left. I closed the door, hung up my bag, pulled down my white string and pushed up my blue, flowery summer dress. Then I sat down on the seat, which was still warm from the girl who had had a pee in the stall before. I relaxed, let out a little fart and then started to pee. I had a look under the stall and the other girl had already pulled down her white jeans and white thong all the way to her sneakers. She also started to pee with a hissing stream. While I was still peeing, I leaned forward, put my arms on my thighs and started to push. I could feel my backdoor open and then my first turd started to slide out. It was a short one and plopped loudly into the bowl below my bum just as I finished my pee. Immediately there was a poo smell in my cubicle, but it was not too bad. I knew that I had more to come out, so I settled in and started to browse my phone. Meanwhile, the chubby brunette in the cubicle next door had finished her pee. There was about a minute of silence, and then three small plops in rapid succession as she started to take care of a number two as well. Meanwhile, I had another poo, which was longer and made a crackling noise as it slid out of my bumhole. It also made a pretty big splash in my toilet. From my neighbour I heard an audible sigh, then two more splashes as she dropped two more poops and then she immediately started to work the toilet roll. She wiped four times as I pushed out another turd, this one ending in a pretty loud fart. My neighbour flushed her toilet and left the stall to wash her hands as I did one final poop. After that I felt totally empty and started to wipe. I did my front and then used six pieces to clean my poopy bum. I flushed the toilet and went to wash my hands. When I was at the sink the other girl was long gone and I considered that she had had one of those really lady-like poos. Real quick, no audible farts and almost no smell. I rarely have them, but I feel great when I do. I carefully washed my hands and when I left another girl rushed in and took my stall. When I went back to my spot, I could see the brunette sit by herself and looking really absorbed in her books. I also went back to work feeling much relieved.

Steve A's survey:

1. I think I might, though I have never done it. I am going on a backcountry hiking trip with my very best friend this September and I have considered maybe trying to have a buddy dump with her in the woods, but I don't know if I will be brave enough.

2. I always bring TP when I go on hikes or mountain biking. I often have to use it, mostly for quick pees but sometimes for a number two as well. I also always carry tissues in my bag, just in case.

3. I have never seen anybody have a accident in public, but I imagine it would be totally humiliating. So, of course I would feel really bad for them.

4. My poo is hardest to hold in. If I am really desperate, I also get bad cramps, so it also really hurts.


Thursday, August 20, 2015


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Victoria B great story it sounds like you had a pretty good poop at that coffee shop and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: J it sounds like that was beyond desperate.

To: Sophia W great story it sounds like those girls had a good poop and were pretty poop shy as well and it sounds like the girl after you had a good poop to and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Bianca great desperate poop story and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Tirah (wader girl) great story.

To: Bella Jean great about your major desperate poop it sounds like you had a really good cleanout and I bet you felt amazing after a poop like that and I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Tessa great accident story.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


pooer

Oops...

Once, I was at the grocery store. It was about 2:30, and I hadn't eaten lunch yet. I was really hungry, so I got some lunch. I got a lot of pizza (bad idea). Later, when I was shopping, I felt the urge to poo. I hadn't pooed in a week, so I made a beeline for the restrooms. When I got there, there was a long line and a cleaning sign!
About 25 minutes later, I was holding my butt, and could barely move without pooing in my pants. The janitor took the cleaning sign off the door, and the line slowly moved. Finally, when I got a stall, I exploded.

About 30 minutes later, when poo fell out of my butt, I didn't hear a plop sound. I looked down, and saw the toilet was literally PACKED to the brim with poo. I tried to flush, but nothing happened. wasn't done, so I went to the next stall. 30 minutes later, when I finished pooing, that toilet was PACKED to the brim with poo also. I tried to flush about 7 times. Then I heard a noise. I knew what was coming. I left the stall quickly. Somebody walked in and sat down. Then I heard him scream as the toilet overflowed...


Vincene

Questions/comments

J--
How much seat papers did you put down on the toilet? Do most of your friends do that, and if so, do they do it in all public bathrooms?

Sammy--
That was a great story about pooping in public bathrooms. I think that's a good idea to keep your underwear at floor level because like you say that sends a signal that your crapping and it might be a while. I use to do it that way several years ago, but I stopped and now keep my clothing at mid-thigh level everytime I'm on the toilet because of the number of eyes I see looking at me through the cracks where the door opens. Like you, I changed some of my pooping habits late in my high school years so I can relate to what you're saying.

Bella Jean--
That's interesting what you said about wiping and then having another round of crap come. On occasion, I've experienced that too. Have you ever wiped, left a stall and like a few minutes later had to come back and finish up? That happened to me a couple of times when I was in school and I think I was just to anxious to get back to class where I was missing some important notes.

Anonymous survey--

Of the seven choices given, what bothers me most is the doorless stalls. Although my attitudes have liberalized in college and now in the corporate world, I'm still very modest when I'm sitting on the toilet, especially when I'm pooping because that me, at minimum, at least twice as long as a pee. A close runner-up would be no toilet paper available. It's not good to say, but I slithered under the construction tape and sat and peed in a couple of out of order toilets in junior high because I was desperate and didn't want a tardy to my next class. And judging from what was in the bowl, others had the same idea. Regarding the choice of poo in a urinal, being female I've never seen that, although I don't doubt it could happen. However, what would the person crapping into the urinal say if someone else were to walk in and interrupt them?

Siford's question--
In a public restroom there's two stalls. Option A: you take a stall that you see being vacated or Option B: you take the stall that probably hasn't been used recently. I'd take A--I don't mind warm seats. In fact in a lot ot the ladies rooms I've used at work, there's a line up for all the cubicles so each seat is going to be warm. If the user, however, were to flush their poop immediately and before wiping, the smell left would be much less of a factor and there would be less stares at a couple of employees, including our manager, who rarely remember to flush their poops.

Gordonzola:

On toilets, do you sit and go or are you a reader?
At work, I have my crap at about 9 each morning. Several of those from our department and immediate division take adjacent stalls where we have conversations.
At home, I often have my smart phone out and I read, sometimes the Wall Street Journal because I know that's good for my career.
At school, when I was in high school and college I would occasionally take my lap top out when I pooed, but for a simple pee, if anything, my phone was all I needed for amusement.


Steve A

Comments And Survey

To Kara: That's an interesting thing you do. You can eat different things and see how your poop is after and you can show it to your doctor if you have a question or issue with your poop. But, I have a few questions:

Who do you share this poop diary with? To yourself or your close family/friends? If you ever get or already have a boyfriend, would you share it with him? It would be interesting to see what your boyfriend or significant other would think of it.

Also, when you have to poop outside of home, in public, do you still record/take a picture of it?

How long have you had this diary?

To Michael: I go once a day and I can go anywhere without any problems. I eat a pouch of Fiber One Fruit Snacks once a day and it seems to keep me regular.

To Gordonzola: I normally browse on my phone when I poop. When I pee, I don't have the time since it's not as long as going poop.

Survey:

1. Would you be brave enough to do a buddy dump with your best friend, depending on the situation?

2. Do you always bring TP with you when you plan a hiking trip, just in case?

3. Do you feel bad for the people who have accidents in public?

4. What is harder to hold in when you really have to go, Pee, Poop, or farts?

5. Why do we feel that time slows down as we're waiting to use the bathroom when we really have to go? Example: Bella Jean's Bookstore Story


Mina
I love being called "our very own Mina". Thank you Victoria B for nice nickname! I'm happy you liked the Toto toilet.

Bella Jean, my friend Maho sometimes has same experience with you, constipated for some days and then it all come out without trouble and lots and lots. Are you same Bella Jean who had to hear a woman calling you "gross"? I still angry to that woman.

We all went my home town together and had very good time. But I can't report much on motions, because we couldn't go together. I and Maho did motion on different days, so upstairs loo was not occupied so long time in morning. Only about half an hour. But my mother said, if we need long long time, it's OK. Kazuko says I have sweet mother and she envy. She gave big smell we could smell even downstairs, but nobody in my house said anything.

I hope I have good story for you soon.

Jemma, how are you now? I hope you get better and better and better.

Love to everyone.

Mina (your very own Mina!!)


Tessa

Pooped my pants when I was 12

Hello everyone, Tessa here. I'm going to share the story of an accident I had when I was 12.

I was in my backyard with my friend, playing tennis. I hadn't gone to the bathroom for the whole week. Then I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I ignored it because it wasn't very strong. Ten minutes later, I get the urge again, this time much stronger, even unstoppable. A poop forced its way out. A big one. It made a fairly sized bulge in my jeans. Then, six more came out, all of them the same size as the first. Now there was a huge bulge in my jeans, and there was no hiding what I'd done. My friend was just staring at me in shock, and she asked me the inevitable question: "Did you just poop your pants?" she asked. My face turned bright red with embarrassment and I said yes. I turned around for a second and showed her the massive bulge in the back of my jeans. Then we walked back inside (I say walked... She walked, I waddled). You can imagine what happened next... Two years later, the accident is still fresh in my mind, but hopefully I don't end up having another accident anytime soon.


kmd

To Catherine - blocked toilets


Hey Catherine

I enjoy reading your posts and comments. I noted your recent one about the blocked toilets and decided to respond.

I think it likely that your fears are unfounded. I can only speak from my own experience but I have sometimes comes across toiletsin various locations where all or most of the stalls contained blocked/non-working toilets.

I volunteer at a local charity that has a cafe/restaurant and toilets. I help out with the cleaning including toilet duties. The toilets frequently clog or fail to flush properly - and not just singly. Factors causing this are multiple and include the following to name a few: low water pressure, old toilet cisterns with a weak flush, old and narrow soil i.e. outlet pipes etc. Probably the most common reason is big bowel movements.

kmd


VeeTwo

To Victoria B. - ???? toilet seats

Some years ago we did some painting and replaced some tiles in our house, including the bathroom. I remember needing to replace the broken wooden toilet seat (which i remember repairing with a power drill, screws and a block of hard plastic one year before) and wanting to try one of those comfy cheek-opening seats you mentioned. I don't buy this stuff on the net so i gotta be lucky to find the right model and these seats aren't common here. It basically had an inclined hard plastic padding (all the others were just flat) and it even closed slowly. Needless to say it didn't fit the toilet and it was too small for me, didn't look well and didn't end opening my cheeks so i ended replacing it again with another wooden seat this year. It was made in China. Maybe the one you referred to was similar. The padding was closed on the front, unlike with stalls toilets (judging from some pics they're cheek opening too).


enjoy a poo

Hi so how many of us enjoy a poo? The feeling and the smell? Also how many like the feeling of being full?


Victoria B.

At the coffee shop

Long time no see! It's been awhile, but I'm back with a new story. On Friday night, I went out with a couple of friends to a local Vietnamese restaurant. Needless to say, I ate a ton of the flavorful, spicy food. It was delicious and loaded with vegetables, healthy and the makings of an enjoyable visit to the toilet in the near future. All the tea I had drank made me excuse myself to the bathroom once during the meal for a pee. Something else was going to be needed for me to get rid of all the delicious food I had eaten. I found it the very next day (yesterday) at a coffee shop downtown.

I ordered a latte and sat down at one of the tables, at first briefly going through a newspaper that had been left by another customer and then delving into the book I had brought along. Coffee of any kind tends to make me need to go and I wasn't twenty pages into my book before I needed to take care of an urgent number two. Relieved to see that there wasn't a line for the women's room, I got up from my table and headed in its direction. There was no response to my soft knock on the door and so I walked into the pink-walled bathroom.

It was of the one-toilet variety but it was clean and well-maintained. I needed to do my business quickly and so I got right to it, but not before noticing something interesting about the toilet itself: it was made by TOTO, a company that I learned about from our very own Mina! I smiled as I took my shorts and red-and-white striped panties down before taking a seat. The seat was super comfy and fit my thighs, hips and rear perfectly. It almost seemed to be designed to open the cheeks of the person sitting on it!

I quickly got down to business, tinkling out a short pee before I started working on the main event. One push was all it took for things to get moving and it wasn't long before what felt like a huge log quietly thudded to the bottom of the bowl. Announcing its impact with a fart that was a bit louder than I would have liked, the turd was joined by a second, wider piece that fell with a plop. I was feeling great at this point; both of my logs had been big and easy to pass. My third piece, a thin, longer, number came out thirty seconds later without any pushing. I felt so relaxed! My final push came up empty and I was done.

I got up and looked in the bowl to see what I had done. Totally picture-worthy. I took some paper and got started on wiping while I was still standing up. I soon wished that I had a washlet to go with the Japanese toilet because the wipe job was a mess. It took four handfuls of paper before my butt felt anywhere near properly wiped. I got dressed and ready for the moment of truth. I pushed the flush down and happily noticed that my huge load had gone down-paper, poop, and pee-without any problems. I washed my hands and left, convinced of the prowess of the Japanese toilet.


Tessa

Oh the irony...

Hi there. You might remember my earlier story about me pooping my pants when I was 12. Now I'm 14, and it just figures that I had a big accident again a few hours after posting my previous story. Here's the story.

So, I was with my friend again, and we were riding the local light rail train to a fast food place a few blocks from my house. A minute into the ride, I felt an urgent need to go to the bathroom. But the fast food place was a block away from the next stop. So, I held it for a while. Then, a minute or two after we got off the train, the urge hit me full force, and I was powerless to do anything as I felt six massive poops slide into my underwear. My face turned bright red with embarrassment, as I stopped in reaction to what had just happened. The urge was still strong though, and a few seconds later, I start to pee myself, and it also comes out full force, completely soaking the front half of my jeans by the time it was done. My friend had gone quiet with surprise. We just started running to the fast food place, and once we were there I made a beeline for the bathroom, and cleaned up as well as I could. The end.


Anna

survey answers and to Sophia W

to the person who asked about what bothers people about a bathroom:
Really all these things bother me, but I would never use a toilet without partitions or doors, especially if I needed to do a poo, unless the alternative would be an accident. Thankfully I have never had to and I have never really seen bathrooms like this either.

I mostly remember to check for paper, so if there is none, I will just move on. No soap, I'll wash my hands with water and then find another bathroom that has it, no big deal.

If the toilet seat was covered in poo, I would not use it no matter what. But I have wiped down and used toilets where there was pee on the seat, if I am desperate to relieve myself. Same goes for when there is unflushed poop in the bowl. It's really yucky, but I will do my business on it, if I really need to go.

to Sophia W: I don't know what the reason is, but I guess some people just have bigger poos. I go almost every day and even then my poo often fills half the bowl. I am a bit plump, but not very tall and I am not overall a very big person. I also don't eat that much, compared to some of my friends really. It's just the way it is, I think. Oh, also I really enjoy your posts!


pooer

Dirty Bathroom Survey

Describe the dirtiest bathroom you have ever seen:

Would you go in there again?:

Where was there poo?:


pooer

Oops...

Once, I was at the grocery store. It was about 2:30, and I hadn't eaten lunch yet. I was really hungry, so I got some lunch. I got a lot of pizza (bad idea). Later, when I was shopping, I felt the urge to poo. I hadn't pooed in a week, so I made a beeline for the restrooms. When I got there, there was a long line and a cleaning sign!
About 25 minutes later, I was holding my butt, and could barely move without pooing in my pants. The janitor took the cleaning sign off the door, and the line slowly moved. Finally, when I got a stall, I exploded.

About 30 minutes later, when poo fell out of my butt, I didn't hear a plop sound. I looked down, and saw the toilet was literally PACKED to the brim with poo. I tried to flush, but nothing happened. wasn't done, so I went to the next stall. 30 minutes later, when I finished pooing, that toilet was PACKED to the brim with poo also. I tried to flush about 7 times. Then I heard a noise. I knew what was coming. I left the stall quickly. Somebody walked in and sat down. Then I heard him scream as the toilet overflowed...


Sonya Sue

An Acceptable Public Toilet?

When I got off work Sunday afternoon at the truck stop I work at I could feel a pee coming on but the lines were three deep for our bathrooms and a tour bus had just come in, so I wanted to get out just as soon as I could since I was going to meet a friend in a nearby city for a concert and I had a 30 minute drive. So I left through the loading dock door and hurriedly got on the freeway. About 12 minutes into my drive I realized my pee wasn't going to wait until I arrived at the events arena. From the high elevation of the highway, I could see the tops of several portable potties at a baseball park with several games going on at once and with a lot of lot of spectators in the stands. Luckily there was an exit I could get off on and I took it. The lot I drove into was full so I had pull up on the grass to park. Then I had to walk about a block over to where I thought I had seen the toilets. There were about 50 people in line for about 20 toilets that were unisex. Near me waiting were a group of five young boys, upper grade school age, and with obnoxious behavior and language. They were blocking into one another and two of them shoved the smallest of their group into me. The jolt almost caused me to lose it and go in my pants, but as I tried to regain my balance, my left flip-flop got caught on what I think was the roots of a dead bush and my foot and ankle got cut up.

As I continued in line, two of the boys were talking about who was going to shit more and the biggest of the group was telling them he gets an erection when he sits for a big shit. My drama training came in handy and I just shot him a facial that told him he was out of line, but one of his friends started asking me about my age, school, and whether I was going to shit or piss. I told them I wasn't going to dignify their dumb questions with an answer. There weren't any adults standing behind us because I think they would have backed me up. The other boys ran into the individual toilets as they opened, leaving only the most obnoxious boy in front of me. Guess what, he apologized for his friends and as the toilet in front of us opened, he told me quickly that it wouldn't be long and he ran into it. He was right. I don't think he was in there a minute when the door opened and he came out, while still adjusting his zipper. He told me to "enjoy" the toilet as he ran by me. So I went in thinking I had only a few seconds before I would have an accident.

Problem. As I was lowering my white shorts and black underwear I quickly glanced over the seat. Gross! Urrrgh! He had probably done his whole pee standing there and deliberately messing up the seat. I cursed a couple of times and had to think fast, as I looked on all three walls and couldn't find a toilet paper holder. I quickly identified only one alternative. While standing with my nose almost against the door, I stepped out of my shorts, hanging them temporarily on the door latch, and I stepped out of my underwear. With them in my right hand I made a quick wipe of the seat, then tossed them agains the wall, as I seated myself fast for my much anticipated pee. I was sweating like hell and not fully happy with having to make the sacrifice I did, but my stream started like a fully turned on faucet and it lasted for close to two minutes. I remember thinking as I sat that it was a miracle that I had been able to hold it. Originally, I was reaching down for my underwear to wipe with, but before I touched it I recognized how stupid that was, but I was hopeful that a pebble or two of pee wouldn't stain my shorts.

I had to pee twice at the concert arena and while some of my friends have said they expect those toilets to be the filthiest they've used, after what I had experienced, I knew differently.


Tuesday, August 18, 2015


Lyndsey

Friends Humiliation

I'm new here so to start off with some info about me. I'm 5ft 6 and have brunette hair. However this story is not about me its about my friend Catherine. Catherine is 5ft 7 and like me is 16.

So this story is about Catherine. Catherine is a lovely girl and is very popular at school but has a very strong allergic reaction to mushrooms. So the other day we are at lunch and I'm having beef strignoff which contains mushrooms. I left my meal on the table with her while I got some cutlery..

While I was away getting cutlery she was explaining to others in our group that she hates beef, she was dared into eating a bit and she did. I came back and was none the wiiser about her trying my meal.

Later at lunch time she was hanging out with us and she was hugging her stomach. She looked very uncomfortable and beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. I took her aside and asked if she was alright. She replied that she really needed a shit. I was shocked, Catherine is very prude, I had never heard her talk like that before.

I told her that if she needed the loo that she should go. I asked why she needed to go during school and she said that she hadn't been in 2 days and that she may have eaten something dodgy. She mentioned that she tried my stroganoff, I was alarmed and told her that it contained mushrooms.

This comes from Catherine now:
When Lynds told me it contained mushrooms I sprinted staight to the nearest loos. I have NEVER taken a shit in school and was v embarrassed, I got to the toilets and one stall didn't lock and th other was covered in shit. I thought to myself that I would try else where. I quick footed it towards the next bathroom. I now had both of my hands clamped to my bum. As I made my way across school I bumped into my friend Louise who wanted to chat, I didn't want o be rude so I stayed and tried to caht, there were a lot of unhums and tried to fein interest.

I said I'd ring her later and sprinted to the loos. I was soooooo desperate now. I got to the loos and most stalls were free. I got myself in the v fist stall. I pulled my mini shirt up and my purplr panties down. I clamped my tush on the seat and shit just fell out pf me. I was just shitting mush. It was splattering the back of the toilet. I farted and shit fell out! The bathroom now stunk. I haerd my g Jade come in and heard her sniff and then state that whoever it was, she did 't know it was me, she gwt their arse checked! After about 10 mins the bell rang which shocked me. But I wasn't done and I still felt that I needed to shit. 5 mins more on the toilet and I felt that I was done. I went for some toilet paper and discovered that in my rush I hadn't checked for tp. I looked and their was none.

I then heard my cliche rival Helen come into the toilet. She sat down and I heard from her stall lots of quick plops. She moaned in desperation. Her shit was hitting the bowel at a really quick rate. During this I was trying to source tp or tissues but there was nothing. Then out of nowhere my arsehole opened up and more shit splattered the toilet. It was my turn to moan. I heard Helen go "oh ????" in her stall. She called out to my stall "Is there any tp?" I was embarrassed as she would recignise me but I plucked up the courage and said "no".

Helen was like "Catherine is that you?", "never heard a pretty girl like you drop a shit like that!" Helen is a jock in the girl world. Another girl entered the bathroom and I called out asking for tp. She handed some to me. I wiped about 10 times and flushed. I threw the role into Helen's stall. I walked out of the bathroom and to lesson not knowing that I had a peice of tp attached to my shoe and at the back of my shirt! Oh ????!
Hope you enjoyed!
Lyndsey and Catherine


just another girl

Surprise...I'm back!!

Hello there everyone! After a long absence, I've decided to come back and post a few more stories! I hope all of you are well and happy - all my old friends who enjoyed reading my stories, I've really missed you. It's been a while, but here I am! Oh my, it feels so good to be back.

I've never told this story here (or anywhere) before, so I think it would be nice to tell it now. When I was 16, I had my wisdom teeth, all four of them, taken out. I had to have a general anaesthetic due to the two bottom teeth being very badly impacted, so I couldn't eat anything for 12 hours before the operation. The last meal I had was a bowl of vegetable soup and a piece of toast for dinner at about 7:30 PM, and because the operation was at 9 the following morning, I couldn't have anymore food after that. I had to go to the hospital fairly early, and before I left I went to the bathroom for both a wee and a number two as I always do shortly after getting up.

The operation went well, and I had to take strong painkillers and anti-inflammatories to help decrease the swelling in my mouth. For the next two days, I could only eat custard, jelly, and soup, and drink a bit of cold drink, and I didn't feel any need to use the bathroom at all except to have a wee every now and then. I thought that this was because I wasn't eating any solid food, but when I was eventually able to have it, I still didn't need to. Two more days passed, and I began eating normally again. That was when I realised that the medication was obviously affecting my system - so I phoned the doctor and asked him whether that was possible, and he said that it definitely was. Now I knew what was causing it, but there was nothing I could do as I still had a bit of pain so had to carry on taking the medication.

On Tuesday evening, 5 days after the operation, I began to feel slightly uncomfortable. After dinner, it grew worse, so I went to the upstairs bathroom, shut the door behind me, and sat. I knew instinctively that I would probably be there for quite a long time...and I was right. Nearly a week of strong medication had left me very, very backed up. I rubbed my stomach for a few minutes, hoping that it would help everything along.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt something move. I took a deep breath and pushed, and out it all came as a series of rather loud plops and plunks - I counted about fifteen in total. After that I couldn't do any more, so I decided to look and see what I had done. I was surprised, because I hadn't imagined it to look quite like that; it looked like a whole lot of small bits and pieces, sort of like rabbit poop but of course much larger. It also didn't smell too badly, as I thought it would; this was probably because it was very solid (in fact, it was almost hard). I flushed it, washed my hands, and went back downstairs, feeling a lot better than I had before.

The next morning I ate breakfast and soon after needed to use the bathroom again. This time I thought it would be a repeat of the previous day, but soon I'd be proved very wrong. I started off by emptying my full bladder and then felt a nice big poo wanting out. I didn't really need to push very much; I just relaxed and let it happen on its own. This was a very relieving feeling because I was getting rid of everything else that had built up inside of me over the past few days. Eventually it slid out and fell with a satisfying "flop" sound, and I sat still for a few moments reveling in how wonderful it felt. I then peed a bit more before cleaning up and flushing. Before I left the bathroom, I opened the window because that poo had been a rather niffy one and I didn't want anybody to get any nasty surprises if they came in after me.

Fortunately I haven't been constipated since then, and I hope I won't be again!

Have a great evening everyone!!
J.A.G ~


Victoria B.

At the coffee shop

Long time no see! It's been awhile, but I'm back with a new story. On Friday night, I went out with a couple of friends to a local Vietnamese restaurant. Needless to say, I ate a ton of the flavorful, spicy food. It was delicious and loaded with vegetables, healthy and the makings of an enjoyable visit to the toilet in the near future. All the tea I had drank made me excuse myself to the bathroom once during the meal for a pee. Something else was going to be needed for me to get rid of all the delicious food I had eaten. I found it the very next day (yesterday) at a coffee shop downtown.

I ordered a latte and sat down at one of the tables, at first briefly going through a newspaper that had been left by another customer and then delving into the book I had brought along. Coffee of any kind tends to make me need to go and I wasn't twenty pages into my book before I needed to take care of an urgent number two. Relieved to see that there wasn't a line for the women's room, I got up from my table and headed in its direction. There was no response to my soft knock on the door and so I walked into the pink-walled bathroom.

It was of the one-toilet variety but it was clean and well-maintained. I needed to do my business quickly and so I got right to it, but not before noticing something interesting about the toilet itself: it was made by TOTO, a company that I learned about from our very own Mina! I smiled as I took my shorts and red-and-white striped panties down before taking a seat. The seat was super comfy and fit my thighs, hips and rear perfectly. It almost seemed to be designed to open the cheeks of the person sitting on it!

I quickly got down to business, tinkling out a short pee before I started working on the main event. One push was all it took for things to get moving and it wasn't long before what felt like a huge log quietly thudded to the bottom of the bowl. Announcing its impact with a fart that was a bit louder than I would have liked, the turd was joined by a second, wider piece that fell with a plop. I was feeling great at this point; both of my logs had been big and easy to pass. My third piece, a thin, longer, number came out thirty seconds later without any pushing. I felt so relaxed! My final push came up empty and I was done.

I got up and looked in the bowl to see what I had done. Totally picture-worthy. I took some paper and got started on wiping while I was still standing up. I soon wished that I had a washlet to go with the Japanese toilet because the wipe job was a mess. It took four handfuls of paper before my butt felt anywhere near properly wiped. I got dressed and ready for the moment of truth. I pushed the flush down and happily noticed that my huge load had gone down-paper, poop, and pee-without any problems. I washed my hands and left, convinced of the prowess of the Japanese toilet.


Josh

Hotel Locker Room

Hi I'm josh. I've read this forum for a little while now and decided to post. So I was stayimg at this hotel that is right on the beach and has 2 pools. I was sitting down at the beach and felt a poop coming on. I let my friends know that i was heading up to the pools and left. There was a little locker room with 2 stalls and a couple showers right near one of the pools so I decided to go there. I walked in and there was a guy who was changing in the big stall so I took the closer smaller one right next to the sink. I sat down and began to pee. I pushed and it was really stuck. I pushed as hard as I could and an 8 inch log came out. I pushed a couple smaller logs out and began to wipe. I flushed and washed my hands and left. Thanks for reading and I hope to post more!


j

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Well, I had to travel for my job it was a one event, but I really hate having to poop in public bathrooms, but this as so awful. I went to my meeting we had a big lunch and I as on my way back home when my stomach was hurting real bad, I do have ibs-d. I finally find a gas station in the middle of no where it was a chevron quick stop with a lot oneseater in the back. I made my to the toilet open the door. I put down a lot of paper on the seat sat down and I pooped so loud lots of plops and gas and I as still going when the door fly's open and a lady about my age already was in ndoing her pants , she was so startled she farted a little said sorry please hurry I said I am having stomach issues might be a few minutes, she must of been desperate. I was finally done and walked out and she was waiting. she ran in shut the door I heard a big deal explosion of poop and heard her sighi got back in my car and left feeling ng really embrassed but she had to go bad as well


Robert

To Katie and Jenn

Epic buddy dump! Thanks for the post.


Robert

To Kara

I really enjoyed the descriptive post of your hall of fame poop. Maybe it's time to raise the bar a notch and see if you can produce a load that will actually clog the plumbing.


Sammy

Longtime reader returns plus a survey

Hey everyone, I been a longtime reader on this site and it's the first time in years that I return to this forum. Always enjoy reading your stories and sharing my stories I don't have any stories to share today but will share some in future posts. Here is a survey that you can reply to:

1. Describe yourself.
A black male in my late 20's

2. Do you poop in public bathrooms?
Yes, all the time.

3. How far you pull down your pants and underwear when you poop in a public bathroom? Explain your answer.
a. above your knees
b. to your knees
c. around your ankles

When I poop in a public bathroom I rest my pants and underwear around my ankles since I find it more conformable to poop with my pants and underwear resting around my ankles. Also while I'm in the bathroom stall I want people to noticed that I'm pooping that they will see my pants and underwear resting around my ankles as they look under the stall door as they enter the bathroom.

4. When you poop at home or at a friends house how you pull down your pants & underwear? Explain your answer
a. above your knees
b. to your knees
c. around your ankles

Like I do in public bathroom I let my pants and underwear rest around my ankles when I poop since I find it more comfortable to poop.

5. Do you sit or squat while you sit on the toilet?
Always sit.

6. Do you stand or sit down to wipe?
Always sit at home. Sometimes I stand to wipe after I finished pooping in a public bathroom.

7. Do you read, use your cellphone, or use the computer while you poop? I rarely read while I'm pooping but I do find it relaxing to poop. Might read more often while I poop in a public bathroom to pass some time in the future. Never used the phone or the computer when I poop.

8. How long you generally take to poop?
Less than 5 minutes at home, more like 5-10 minutes while I poop in a public bathroom.

9. Do you prefer pooping at home or a public bathroom?
I love pooping when I feel the urge to do so. If I have to pick one answer I will prefer to poop in public bathroom.

10. Have you used or will you use a unisex/all-gender public bathroom?
Yes, all the time while I used to do work at a computer lab and at the same floor as the computer lab they have all-gender public bathrooms and have no problems using the bathroom.

11. Do you currently or have a fear/disliked/embarrassed to poop in public bathrooms in the past? If so, explain how you gotten over your fear.

During my teen years while I was in high school and during my first years in college I had a fear to poop in public bathrooms that I hold my urge until I got home. Eventually I got over my fear of pooping in public bathrooms while I was in college. Since then i'm no longer embarrassed or have a fear to poop in public bathrooms. I will share my story on how I gotten over my fear of public bathrooms in a future post in greater detail.

Enjoyed all of your stories and that's all until next time.


Sophia W

library

I was today in our local library and searching some new books to read. I was there an hour and I felt how full my bladder was. I went to the nearest bathroom and took the last of four stalls. The seat was clean so I pulled my hot pants and red panties down. I tried to relax so my pee would start on its own. I took my phone out and wrote someone texts. Then the door opend and I heard the giggling of two girls. They sounded like they were 10 or 11. I think they didn't knew I was in the stall because they went together in the one beside me. The first one pulled her skirt and white panties to her feet and started a loud pee. She took. a bit of the toilet paper and wiped. The her friend took her place. she did not pull her pants to her feet so I could not see it. She peed short but let some stinking farts out. She grunted very often befor two logs hit the water. The friend was amazed about the size of her poop. While the girl started to wipe my pee started to hit the water. The girls were scared not to be alone and flew out of the stall and bathroom. When I was done I took some toilet paper and flushed. I was curious for the other girls poop. I looked inside and nearly half the toilet was filled with just two logs. Then the door opend again and a girl of 18 entered. She asked what there was so exciting and told her about the two girls. And she said that she saw them running. She took a look too and was also amazed. To my astonishment she asked she would like now use the stall. I let her in and she pulled her jeans down. When I washed my hands I heard her taking a poop. I waited outside for her leaving and went in again. It smelled after poop and I went in the stall. She did not leave toilet paper in that bowl but therefore she filled the bowl now to three quarters. I did not flushed it. I'm always amazed by such big bm. how do they that? I poop only very little


Siford

Questions & answers

To Megan:

Great story about using the bathroom at the mall. Such a crowded place can be frustrating. What I found most interesting was how you described how you felt placing your bum on the warm seat just as the other user came out of the toilet. I have two questions for you and everyone else. First, you walk into a restroom with two available toilets. You see a person just leaving Toilet A. Toilet B is available next to it. But it appears nobody has used it for a while. Do you select Toilet A or Toilet B? And why? Second question, that was interesting about hearing the mother tell her young daughter to wipe her bum "properly." How often and what do you hear parents saying to their young children? What things did your parents say to you in such situations and at what age was it said? I guess I'll start.

1) I would take Toilet B. I've been in that situation several times and I just find it kind of creepy sitting on a warm seat and a toilet that another person has just crapped in. There's the smell and sometimes I've found that the most used toilet hasn't been flushed. And that takes time before I'm going to sit on it. Sometimes also it has the least toilet paper available.

2) Its happened a few times and at places such as stadiums and at malls and theaters I've been to. Fathers trying to teach their sons to be independent and to place themselves up on the toilet on their own. When there's no door on the stall, to keep their clothing up well above their knees, to take enough time and to keep on pushing it out, and to wipe better than they have done before. Oh, yeah, there was one guy at the zoo who yelled at his son about making too much of a mess on the seat and telling him something about the animals crapping cleaner than he was. At first I laughed, then I realized how cruel it was because the boy was only about 5 or 6.

3) When I was really young it was my mom that seemed to be most annoyed when we were away from home and I complained that I had to go to the bathroom. That was because when I was out alone with her, which was most of the time, she had to take me into the ladies room. And she was kind of tough on me about what I saw, my touching things (she would raise the seat with a few pieces of toilet paper in her hand before I could start peeing and when I had to crap she insisted about layering the the seat with toilet paper before I could sit down) and there was more hassle when I would move around too much and the paper would slide off from under me. It seemed like each time I would make some sort of dumb mistake, sometimes even in the way I wiped. I guess I was too easy in wiping and I remember several times saying that I had to be more "vigorous" about it. One day, I think I was in 3rd grade, that word was used by our teacher in explaining how to paint a picture we had drawn, and I started to laugh without control. The girl in the desk next to mine tapped me on the shoulder and asked what was wrong. Of course, I didn't tell her.

Gordonzola's questions--what I do on the toilet.

At home, I sit and sometimes will read from my smart phone. And that's when the battary cooperates.

I don't work yet so there's nothing to tell about there.

At school, I detest using those bathrooms and I have been hassled since I've tried the urinals and absolutely hate them. So I sit on the toilet to pee, and I'm too scared to take out any media. Most of the time I'm just hoping to get it over with ASAP because most of the stalls don't have doors. Sometimes once or twice a week I luck out when a friend comes in when I do so he will stand in front of me while I sit. Then when I'm done he lifts the seat real fast and pees even faster, before he and I make the run to our next class. Unfortunately, there's almost no chance of flushing or handwashing.


Mr. Clogs

Answers to Ashley's survey



1. Physical description of yourself:
Male, African-American decent, 5'9", 187 Lbs.

2. How long does it take you to pee?:
Depends how much liquid I drink, it takes a little as 5 seconds or close to 2 minutes. That's if I hold it and haven't used the bathroom for hours, usually making my pee darker and rich in scent.

3. How long does it take you to poo?:
Usually about 5 to as much as an hour if I take that liquid laxative.

4. What things make you poo?: Usually foods rich in fiber like vegetables, rice, wheat bread, breads, psyllium powder (produces the big turds). Fish and seafood like shrimp.

5. What things make you pee?: Liquids such as water (I drink lots of), coffee, tea, juice, beer, liquor.

6. Do you wash your hands after you pee?: Yes.

7. Do you wash your hands after you poo?: Yes always.

9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)?: Both (Yes I wear thongs men's thongs of course, don't hate or judge me ;) ), most of the time I wear briefs for work, and thongs during the summer months.
and on weekends or whenever I feel like wearing them.

Hope you like my answers to your survey Ashley and everyone who happens to scroll past it and take a look. Have a great day and happy peeing an pooping to all of you.


Bianca

The Rumbles

I woke up today, and my intestines started rumbling during breakfast. I ate as quikly as I could (even got some oatmeal on the hallway floor), and got settled on the loo after putting my bowl in the kitchen. I had chunky poo twice this mornning with gas, and a smaller, but loud poo earlier today. During wiping, my fingers on my right hand got contaminated,so I rinced them before pulling my pants up. This poo seemed to be coated with extra mucous, because the contaminated hand felt sticky. After finishing off my cranberries on another day not to long ago, I got diarrhea out of the blue. Since it only lasted for a short while, I can only say that I most likely overdid it with the berries. I've learned that prune juice can do that to you.


VeeTwo

To Kara

Welcome here. Liked the story.
I think that your movement wasn't a direct result of that dinner and the fullness that ensued, but perhaps i'm not used to eating so much (even if one time i remember being very hungry after some physically demanding work and eating four big burgers one after the other and then not going for a day but the movement, although substantial,
came out in a single push without any gas and i was done) so it never happened to me. I'd rather think you were bunged up for some reason or another for some days prior to the fact and didn't notice it and the humongous dinner just cleared some kind of blockage (you mentioned farting ten times between movements), but i may be wrong, we're all different after all.


Tirah (Wader Girl)

Another big accident

Hi everyone, Tirah aka Wader Girl here. Earlier today, I had another big accident. Here's the story.
Today, I was wearing some tight blue skinny jeans. I ate a pizza for lunch with my friend, and then we went to a store to get some new bikinis, as my bikini was trashed and she only had one. As we entered the store, I got the urge to go to the bathroom. However, I ignored it, as it wasn't too strong. After 15 minutes, the urge came back, vastly stronger. I started to run towards the bathroom, but the shaking caused three massive poops to erupt into my panties, quickly filling them. Two more of equal size came soon after. I stopped and turned around. My friend had an amused look. "What's so funny?" "Oh, just that you had another big accident. We're going to need one of these new bikinis." "I guess I should get going to the bathroom... before anything else comes out." Right as I said that, another poop slid into my panties. I ran to the bathroom as quick as I could. I ran in to a stall as quick as possible and pulled down my jeans and panties, the latter of which were completely devastated. I sat down and did the rest of my business. Once I was done, I texted my friend asking if she had spare panties in the car... luckily she did. She brought the new pair and handed them to me over the stall door. I got cleaned up, and then until now was mostly normal. The end.


Mr. Clogs

Response to Shayla Asparagus question

Shayla Asparagus - Yes, always in the morning after taking a huge dump.


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Kara first welcome to the site and great story about your big poop it sounds like you had a really great poop and it sounds like you had to go a lot to and it sounds like you are going to have a lot of stories and I look forward to reading them all thanks.

To: Megan as always another great pooping story it sounds like you and those other women all had good poops and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Becky great story.

To: George story about that girl.

Well thats all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Some Guy

Walmart 3

Hi, everyone!

I have another experience to share from my "favorite" Walmart! Definitely interesting, that's for sure!

I entered the bathroom with a need to poop (this is the bathroom at the front of the store, by the way). I saw a young boy, about 7, wearing a red shirt. This bathroom, you may remember, has two stalls...one regular, one handicapped. (I'm not a fan of the term "handicapped," but I know it's the term that "fits" in regards to bathroom stalls.) I notice feet in the regular stall...they were back close to the toilet, and didn't make complete contact with the ground. So, of course, I knew a young boy was sitting there pooping. You may also remember that the stalls in this bathroom have a considerable gap. As I was turning to go into the handicapped stall, I just happened to catch a glimpse of my neighbor through the gap. He was wearing a green shirt, and he had his legs spread. I would have liked to have been as comfortable as he was while taking my poop, but with the toilet paper dispenser so close to the toilet, that was kind of hard to do.

So, I locked the door and got ready to have my poop. I couldn't tell if the boy I saw in the red shirt had sat for a poop or not. The seat wasn't warm, and there wasn't a noticeable poop smell. But the absence of those indicators doesn't mean that he didn't! Even if he did sit, since he was a young kid, he wouldn't have taken up much room. So, I am sitting there pooping, and my neighbor continued with his poop. We both sat there for a little while, pooping away. I guess he had a stronger urge than I did, seeing as how he was completely seated by the time I entered the bathroom. Just about the time I was starting to wipe, I heard the voice of a young boy, calling to my neighbor. As it turns out, my neighbor's name was Peyton. Peyton answered the boy calling to him, saying he was about done. Peyton started to wipe. Meanwhile, I was wiping, too...and tried to wipe well, since I ended up with skidmarks after my last poop in this bathroom! AHHH!

I flushed and exited my stall, and Peyton did the same just a few seconds later. As I was at the sinks washing my hands, I noticed that Peyton and the boy in the red shirt were talking. I knew they were brothers. Apparently, mom was outside waiting for Peyton and sent brother back in, because I heard Peyton's brother say, "He's done!" Both boys walked out of the bathroom...and Peyton didn't wash his hands. And kids wonder how they get sick! As I'm drying my hands, I feel a rumbling...the rumble of poop! Darn it! I thought I had emptied completely. I was wrong. I knew I had to go and sit back down. I decided to take Peyton's stall this time so that I could get a warm seat. Well, with his slight build and being so far back on the toilet, the seat wasn't that warm. Oh, well. So, I deposited a second round of poop into the toilet, which was more mushy than before. I decided it might be in my best interest to stay seated for a little while so that I would be sure to empty myself completely. As I'm sitting there, I hear voices enter the bathroom. Two boys were coming in, along with their dad. One of the boys went to a urinal, and their dad did, too. I saw through the crack that the other boy, who appeared to be about 9, was going to take the handicapped stall to my right. I heard a rustling of clothes, and figured he was going to sit for a poop. My new neighbor sang a little as he sat. I continued my second session, just making sure I didn't have to return for a third. By this time, both brother and dad had finished their pees...the brother was washing his hands, and I could see through the crack that the dad was waiting for my neighbor to finish. He didn't sit for very long...probably two minutes at most, so I figured he sat to pee. He finished up and exited.

About a minute later, I knew I was done. I wiped, but didn't need to wipe as much as before. I was confident that I was clean and wouldn't have to contend with skidmarks. So, I pulled up my underwear and pants, flushed, and exited. I went to wash my hands, and did so really well. As I was washing up, I could hear a woman's voice. I could tell she was a mother talking to her daughter. Her voice, as well as her shopping cart, got louder and louder. All of a sudden, I see a shopping cart enter the bathroom...and the mother was pushing it! I was surprised, to say the least! I look over to see if I was really seeing what I thought I would be...yep! The mother saw me and immediately said, "Oh my god! This is the men's room!" She quickly backed out. I finished washing my hands, dried them, and left the bathroom. No third pooping session, thankfully!

So...questions. Is it common to take shopping carts into public restrooms like that? Do you see this, too? I know stores say that merchandise can't enter the restrooms, but that's to deter shoplifting. I guess they can't stop you once you've paid for the
merchandise and it's yours. I ask since I also saw someone bring a shopping cart into this same bathroom during a previous poop session of mine. (It wasn't a session that I decided was interesting enough to write about.) An older gentleman pushed his shopping cart all the way into the bathroom...he came all the way down to in front of the handicapped stall when I was sitting there having a poop. Since I've seen this happen in the same restroom twice, I thought I would ask.

Zip...if you're still out there, do you still have poops at The Home Depot? I would say pooping for you at The Home Depot is like pooping for me at this Walmart! It's a favorite "poop stop," if you will!

Sorry this is so long, but I wanted to share. Hope to post soon!

Happy Bathroom Adventures, all!
Some Guy




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