The poop that changed my lifeSome poops, you relief immediately. Some poops, you feel good for an hour. Really great poops, you feel good for the rest of the day. This poop, this one transcended all. This was a life-altering poop. My life is divided into two halves: Before this poop, and after this poop. Almost a year later, I still feel good. I will probably feel good from this poop for as long as I live. In that way, I consider this experience to be a small blessing.
After I had knee surgery, I woke up with a voracious appetite, probably due to the muscle loss, and all of the immediate physical therapy during recovery. I was downing protein shakes, eggs, toast, hearty soups, chicken, fresh fruit. I just wasn't pooping. It might sound crazy, but when you're in that much pain, it's possible to forget about pooping.
I hadn't even been into the bathroom very often; getting out of bed was so much work, that mostly I peed into buckets for my girlfriend to dump. Many days after surgery, I was feeling sick to my stomach. I thought it was from the pain killers and from laying in bed for so long.
I felt a great rumbling in my stomach, and my body presented me with a feeling of great urgency; I knew I better get to the bathroom quickly. I called to my girlfriend, who helped me hobble to the bathroom on crutches. Lowering myself to the toilet, balancing on crutches and my one good leg, I had no idea that my life was about to change forever.
I have never had a poop be so loud, or explode so violently out of me. Ten seconds of terror, as my bowels evacuated like never before. Blasting poop, water splashing back up onto me, blasts of gas releasing, followed by poop, followed by more gas, and more poop. I felt my stomach getting smaller. I had to brace myself. I felt tremendous amounts of mass moving through my system. For a moment, I never thought it was going to end. I was no longer in control of my fate, I sat there helpless, simply along for the ride. After what seemed like an eternity, deafening silence.
It was over.
My entire body tingled. I felt lighter. I was covered in sweat, and breathing heavily. I felt high, delirious, in shock and awe. Great waves of increasing euphoria washed over me. Feelings of amazing pleasure I simply cannot describe. I felt as if I was bathing in a golden light of goodness. This was a transcending event. I felt like I had just touched the universe itself.
I down, in amazement at what lay beneath me. I simply could not believe my eyes. There was a mountain of fecal matter, filling the entire bowl, and reaching several inches up out of the water. It was almost touching my ass, and I had to be careful not to let my balls drop down into it. It was unreal. I can't tell you how long I sat there staring.
The silence was only broken by my girlfriend yelling through the bathroom door. "Are you ok in there?" She became worried when I didn't respond immediately. I was in disbelief.
I knew when I saw that mountain of poo, that chances were, this would be it: the mightiest shit of my life. The epic poop that all other epic poops would be compared to. I knew then that I could not let this moment pass unrecorded, or I would truly regret it for the rest of my life. If I were to describe this poop to others, nobody would believe me. I needed photographic proof; it would be a crime against everything I believe in, and the very universe for me to not take pictures.
Finally, I yelled back through the bathroom door.
Me: "Jen? Are you there?"
Girlfriend: "Yes, are you ok?"
Me: "I'm fine, I'm beyond fine. Ok, Jen. Listen very carefully. I need you to get my camera."
Girlfriend: "WHAT!? NO!"
Me: "Jen, you have to trust me. My camera is on my desk. Put my macro lens on it, and attach my flash."
Girlfriend: "I will NOT have any part of this!"
Me: "I need you to do this for me. Don't make me hobble out there to get the camera myself!"
Girlfriend: "Are you ????ing serious?"
Me: "Yes. Either you get my camera, or I'll come out there and get it."
Girlfriend: "Fine, but ONLY because you are recovering from surgery. I hate you!"
Still high, and in a very altered state of mind, I managed to get to my feet. I got up on my crutches, and carefully turned around, still trying to come to terms with what I had created. Staring into the bowl, I felt like it was staring back out at me.
In comes my girlfriend. Immediately overwhelmed by the smell, she was disgusted by what I was doing, and disgusted that she was going along with it. Her eyes accidentally land on the contents of the toilet bowl, and she goes "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!". Jen hands me my Nikon DSLR, and runs out of the bathroom, yelling that I am disgusting - and that, in this moment, she cannot remember why she loves me.
So there I am: delirious, high, adrenaline pumping through my veins, sweating, wearing nothing but my knee immobilizer, camera strap around my neck, balancing on crutches and my one good leg, and trying not to fall over while using thousands of dollars worth of photographic equipment to take a picture of my poop. Getting a good angle was tricky. I felt as if I was having an out of body experience, and I couldn't stop laughing. The moment didn't seem real.
After taking the best pictures I could given the circumstance, I called for my girlfriend to come back in for my camera.
Girlfriend: "I HAVE TO COME BACK IN THERE?!"
Me: "You don't want me to drop my camera, do you?"
Girlfriend: "… FINE!"
She came back in, plugging her nose and closing her eyes, letting me know that "In this moment, I hate you!".
Honestly, she was a really good sport about the whole thing. For the record, she is a silly, loving, understanding person, and unbelievably patient with me. I smiled at her as she walked back out of the bathroom.
Relaxing onto my crutches, I looked at the mountain of poop for what I knew would be the last time, feeling a mixture of peace and admiration. Delirium had mostly given way to tranquilly. I knew I would never see anything like this again, but I had my pictures, and it was time to say goodbye. It was sad, but nothing lasts for ever - not even the most epic monuments of fecal magnificence.
It did not go easy, no - this poop was a fighter. The amount of fecal matter created a seal around the exit to the toilet, and the water levels started to dangerously rise. I grabbed the lid off the toilet, and stopped the water flow. While on crutches, I had to fight with the plunger, and knock the mound aside so it could begin to exit. Slowly, it began to drain out, bit by bit. All in all, it took about five flushes for it all to go down.
Only then could I lower myself back down again, and clean myself off. My ass was still wet from the water which splashed up onto me, and I used a hand towel to wipe the sweat off of my body. I was surprised my ass didn't hurt at all, but in retrospect, it was probably due to all the endorphins and adrenaline still in my system.
I managed to get up again, and cripple my way back to the bedroom, grinning and laughing. I still felt wonderful, and I wanted to tell the entire world. My girlfriend gave me a dirty look as I walked in.
Me: "That… that was AMAZING - I ..."
Girlfriend: "No! No! No! Stop! No! I love you, but I am not going to hear a story about your poop. You are disgusting."
Me: "But, Jen, I - You don't understand. It …"
Girlfriend: "No. No. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to see the pictures. You are gross. Go tell all all your guy friends, I don't care. I want no part of this!"
Me: "But, Jen, it was so…"
Girlfriend: (Covering her ears): "I AM NOT LISTENING! I AM NOT LISTENING! I AM NOT LISTENING!"
Me: "If you had any idea of what I went through in there, you would be nothing but happy for me."
Girlfriend: "You. Are. DISGUSTING!"
After she helped me get back in bed, propped my leg back up with the ice cuff, and got me a drink, I had her bring my laptop and my memory card. Drinking another protein shake, I anxiously downloaded the photos. What if, in my altered state of mind, they were out of focus, or blurry? I would never forgive myself. Soon, as the photos downloaded one by one, my fears were quieted. They were beautiful - well, as beautiful as something of this nature can be.
I immediately got to work. Cropping, sharpening, rotating, getting the color and white balance just right. Finally, it was ready for the world.
I sent the photos to my friend, and gave him a call. He was repulsed, but amazed. Jen left the room while we discussed what I had just experienced.
If I walked in on a poop like that, I would sooner believe it was some sort of prank, than it actually being something that came out of someone.
I've tried to relay these feelings to many people, but so far, I don't think anyone has ever truly understood. I don't think you can understand until you've been there, losing over ten pounds of poop in ten seconds. To say it was at least equal in size to a football is not an exaggeration. The euphoria one feels - you really have to experience it.
Someday, I hope to find someone who has been through a similar experience. Somebody is bound to understand me, one day.
Looking back, I can remember the tranquilly I felt, the elation, and I can't help but smile. I still feel relief, even after all this time.
Best. Poop. Ever.
comments & stuffTo: Simmee great story.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerely Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Anna from Austria
Answer to a survey1. How did you find Toilet Stool?
That was pure coincidence. I will fly to Japan next year, so I was researching for the toilet Situation in Japan. I wanted to get Information how common the squat loos are in Japan these days.
Somehow I found a post from Mina in the Forum. So i decided to ask my question right here.
2. What did you think of this website when you 1st found it?
I found it interesting that there is a Forum dedicated to a thing humans do every day but rarely talk about it. I have to admit that at first I only want to ask my Japan loo question, but then I decided to contribute some posts to the Forum.
3. How long did it take you to post on Toilet Stool?
a few minutes. As I have mentioned above I came here to get Information about a specific topic.
4. What do you think of the website now?
Same Feeling as at the beginning. I still really like it.
5. Who knows that you post on here? Only you or others? Only me.
6. Will you be willing to share Toilet Stool with your family or friends
Greetings from Austria
PS: @Mina Nice to hear that you also like to read my writings
Monday, December 21, 2015
I've been busy away from here for a while, but have thoroughly enjoyed catching up on all your stories! Especially you the guys in the US sharing their big thanksgiving dumps! Makes me a little jealous we don't have the same holiday here in the UK...
Anyway, Catherine it's nice to know you'd like to hear more from me! :) your stories are always so much fun to read, and I admire your healthy bowels. I can't believe you keep pictures of your bm's! I've even thought about collecting pictures of my dumps too. As they are so enormous! Please continue to dump like a goddess! :)
Now onto my story. I had to take a dump so bad last Sunday, and from now on I'm just going to call them 'blimps' because that is what they resemble... Huge airships! I suddenly got the urge to after a couple of days of big meals but my boyfriend was in the bathroom having a shower for 45 minutes!! I even contemplated going in a carrier bag I was that desperate.
I finally went and boy let me tell you it was worth it! I sat down and almost instantly a massive thick log emerged! Then straight after another one came out and into the bowl. At the time I thought "I wonder if this is what giving birth feels like?!". It really was a massive one, and I can only put it down to the fact I had a chicken burger on the Friday, then duck pancakes on the Saturday! The poultry strikes again! It really does give me the most satisfying dumps.
I hope those birds are proud that they made this bird have an almighty dump!
Hope to hear from you soon Catherine, I sometimes wonder if we are kindred soles in the toilet department! Hope you're well.
British Dumper (BD) x
Train toilet supriseHey I am new here. In 22 year old guy from England. Brown hair, brown eyes and i like to keep my body in shape at the gym..... Any way.
I was on the train early today travelling from the midlands to the south n i needed a wee i went a few carriages back and found the loo but it was locked. There was nobody else waitin so i decided to wait for this one to become vacant. I was waiting around 2 mins before the toilet flush and Quite pretty looking girl of about 20 makes an awkward smile at me n walked past. I went into the toilet and notice straight away a smell of poo in the air it wasn't too bad but it was obvious that this girl had just done it haha the awkward smile said it all. I done my wee and left thankfully nobody was waiting to go in!!! N walked back to my seat and passed that same girl n she blushed and mouthed the words 'sorry about that' n i just smiled and walked past. All in all a funny experience hahaha :)
Dumping on the DumpLast week we were hopeful that our school would be let out for a day or two because during first hour our principal sent out an email blast that we didn't have water in the oldest section of the building (which is the largest part) because there had been a water main break on a nearby street. He said our water would be off in the old building for several hours, but that we would be able to use the bathrooms in the other wing and that passing periods would be expanded by 5 minutes to make this work. Me and Kamdyn both had our work done so I had been planning to crap anyway, we asked permission to go and we were given it. Kamdyn just had to wee so she talked me into not walking to the other side which is like two blocks away, but to rather just use our normal bathroom. So we made the short walk there. We were the only ones there. So it was obvious we could get stalls with a door, rather than just taking the doorless ones and hoping for the best. In walking in, I turned on a faucet which gave off only a couple of drips. Kamdyn asked if I now believed the administration, and I told her to go to ####!
Kamdyn got up on her toilet rather quickly and her stream started right away. (I secretly wish I had her bladder). She told me it was like normal starting her wee in a toilet that was already pretty much dark yellow from those who had used it earlier. So I rounded the corner and took the stall to her right. This was something I had not thought about. Looking into the bowl, there was a jam as big as I had seen in a while. The pile of crap and toilet paper was higher than the water level. I knew the passing period would be coming in about ten minutes, so I seated myself quickly. I let my jeans and underwear drop to the floor. Kamdyn's wee was about a minute long. I asked if it was her first of the day and she said yes. My crap was harder this time and the first of about five pieces fell. I quickly caught myself sliding forward as I usually do so that my underside doesn't get splashed. Then I remembered it wasn't necessary. I don't know how to describe the noise when crap hits crap, but the smell was getting worse. Kamdyn, too, said there was more smell from her bowl and that she wasn't going to sit any longer than necessary. I asked her if she was going to abandon me and she said yes. She waited by the sinks for me, but since she couldn't do anything, she walked back to class. With some work I punched out one more log that was about two-inches long. I stood to wipe because otherwise I would have dirtied my hand with the gross pile that was collecting in the bowl.
When I got back to class a PA system announcement came across that said that the old section bathrooms were off limits and that any students using them were going to get caught and get detention time. We found it funny that teachers were also asked to help to carry out the plan.
Survey & ResponsesHi folks! Thought I'd respond to a recent survey. Here goes...
1. How did you find Toilet Stool? I've been interested in general toilet habits since I was a child; especially accounts of ladies pissing and pooping their pants, either accidentally or on purpose. And so I must have found Toilet Stool while surfing the Web for stories about accidents.
2. What did you think of this website when you 1st found it?
Thought it was great. Even though there have been experiences I've had throughout my life, I've never had the chance to actually discuss these things with anyone, nor would someone be that candid in person usually.
3. How long did it take you to post on Toilet Stool? From reader to poster...13 years. As to why such a long wait, I guess I was shy.
4. What do you think of the website now? Are your views changed from when you 1st found it? It's still very cool! I'm pleasantly surprised that so many women are intrigued by these things. Especially when one assumes from outward, societal culture/norms/traditions, that ladies would care less. Which begs the question: how many folks DO enjoy these things across the world? Given the increased content online, I'd say a lot.
And this site is remarkable for its longevity and candidness/honesty/normalcy. There really is no other site like it.
5. Who knows that you post on here? Only you or others? Only me.
6. Will you be willing to share Toilet Stool with your family or friends? No. I once confided my interests to two close family members. Surprisingly, they shrugged and said, "Is that all? What's the big deal." But it's mutually preferred to be kept unspoken of.
@Catherine Hi! I enjoy reading your stories.
@Jenny Hi! Liked your story about the tree farm. Having worked in that industry myself, it was quite familiar. Look forward to reading more of your stories.
Merry Christmas everyone!
The broken toilet paper dispenser at college is STILL claiming victims. I went into the next cubicle today and got on with my business on the throne. After a bit someone went into the cubicle to my left with the broken dispenser. He sat down, and by the sound of it was having quite a loose, but noisy experience. He was also using an iPhone to message people, I could tell from the alert tone. After a few minutes he clearly tried to get some paper out the dispenser unsuccessfully then it sounded like he went back to using his phone. After a few minutes someone came in and went into the empty cubicle and took about 20 sheets of paper without closing the door. The guy to my left started coughing at this point in a weird way and the guy clearly threw the paper under his cubicle. The Coughing then stopped. He had messaged a mate to ask for help! I was preparing to leave at this point. When I left the cubicle the guy who had thrown the paper was just finishing at a urinal. He was wearing sports gear and had a tennis racket and bag. He washed his hands quickly and left. While I was washing my hands the guy who had been caught without paper also exited, and washed his hands. He also was sporty with a tennis racket. When I left the toilets the guy was stood outside waiting for his mate, who was right behind me. As he came into sight the guy outside said "YOU BELLEND" and he replied with something like "thanks for that, I've got my compression shorts on and I cant afford to replace them"
Stefan - I was in Scouts and did explorers until work got in the way. I think we all have had to go into the bushes at some point! I think the best story from explorers is when we went canoeing in Wales. It was a hot day so we drank a lot in the minibus on the way, then when we got to the start point the toilets in the car park were closed for vandalism. It was in a town so there were no bushes in the area to go behind, leaders told us we would have to tie a knot in it. We got in our kayaks with our legs crossed and set off. We were all guys and the leaders were meeting us at the other end with the minibus. After an hour or so we all really needed to go and agreed we would find somewhere to stop. We headed for a sort of beach in the river, and pulled our canoes up. We all leapt out and headed to the edge of the water to pee, 6 of us in a row into the river. Someone had the idea of seeing who could piss the furthest so we got our tackle out and were sort of leaning forward, joking about size and were enjoying being lads when we heard "nice sausages" and there were two girls in the field in front of us who sort of appeared from nowhere! The guys on either end of the line could just turn round. But to avoid peeing on each other those of us in the middle had to close the floodgates before we could turn our backs on the girls and finish our piss facing the other side of the river beach. One guy -luckily not me- could not close the floodgates for some time, so he was exposed to the girls for some time, although luckily for him he is rather "gifted" in the trouser department so I think he could have been showing off. Since that day I have always tried to find something to "go" against!
I also do The Duke of Edinburgh's Award which I posted about the other week.
All our kids are boys. They unzp while staying on the couch and aim for the tv.
Solid poosHi all.
Haven't posted in a while as have been busy and hadn't much to post.
I have been having some very satisfying dumps over the last number of days which I have enjoyed very much.
All thanks to good home cooking. I can talk more about this if anyone is interested to hear.
I also wanted to say sorry that a regular poster krista has passed away. I had never wrote to her but always read her posts and wondered why she stopped posting
To everyone else, great posts. There has been some great ones from posters new and old.
@Katherine I really have being enjoying your posts. I love to see that you are exploring toilet related things with your husband to be.
Not many couples can be as open with each other in this part of daily living which is strange as we all do it
I am sure your husband will enjoy what ever you decide to do when you get married and if you enjoy accidents then dont be afraid to explore going in clothes if you want. Once you are in a safe place alone and you enjoy it then no need to feel guilty.
Interested to hear how things develop so keep posting and congrats on your marriage.
That's all for now.
Take care all
My latestLavvie. I can't lay claim to having one of the old fashioned chamber pots, much though I'd love to own one. I do however have a couple of convenient plastic containers which I could use if I was too infirm to make it to the bathroom at night. Indeed I have used a container whilst staying away when I've not been in a place which has en suite facilities. It has allowed me to have a good wee during the night without having to risk disturbing anyone.
Here's a little survey of my own about bowel movements:
How often do you move your bowels/go for a good poo?
A) More than once a day
B) Once a day
C) Once every 2-3 days
D) Less than that but more than weekly
E) Once a week
F) Less than once a week
I'll start the ball rolling by saying I do it (A) more than once a
day. Usually I poo 2-3 times a day.
Catherine & BriannaSorry your SO never poops for you, I would find it fun and a great personal experience to be able to do that in front of some one who liked it :)
Unisex BathroomsShould public bathrooms be unisex or gender separated? - (Like most are now). Some people view it as gender discrimination. What do you think?
- Sports Stadiums/Arenas
- Other public places
TrailerOn the 14th of December of 2015, we moved to a 2 bedroom trailer with 2 bathrooms.Unfortunately, one of the bathrooms has a broken lock, so it can't be closed all the way. So far, I've had only a few small poops at our trailer home, but I look forward to many more to come! When Mom, or I need our bathroom, we use a brick to slightly close the door for privacy. Mom bought a door wedge to prevent the door closing all the way. With the defect in the bathroom door being so bad, it's imperative that the door doesn't close! If it does, someone will either be unable to get in, or out. It will get fixed eventually, but I can't say when.
No Toilet Paper in the StallKelvin's post about the guy changing stalls after he pooped because of a faulty dispenser reminded me of something I experienced several years ago. I was at the airport, I went into the restroom for a pee, followed by a young guy who entered a stall. As I was urinating, I heard him sit and drop four plops followed by a long pee. As I was walking to the sinks, he opened the stall door and said, "Hey, would you mind handing me some paper?" I said sure, took a large clump from the adjacent stall and handed it to him. I looked between his legs, and spotted a few golf ball sized stools floating in the yellow water. He thanked me and said, "That will teach me to look before I sit." I asked him if he needed more, and he said no. I suppose that he figured that the poop was relatively clean and would only require a wipe or two. Later, as I boarded my flight, I saw him on the plane. I don't even know if he remembered that I had helped him in this rather private act. If I were in a similar situation as he was in, I would pull up my pants, leave the stall with no paper, and enter another stall to finish the wiping, just as the guy in Kelvin's post did. I would never open the door and expose myself in such a vulnerable position to a total stranger. I do, however, have a healthy respect for guys that are so comfortable with pooping.
Thursday, December 17, 2015