Stefany
Another bathroom lock out
Friday afternoon right after the dismissal bell rang at my middle school, I hurried right across the hall to use the bathroom before me and my friend Josh started our walk home. Doors to both sides of the room were locked. An announcement was made on the PAS to leave the building and teachers were reminded of some meeting they had. I just stood there feeling defeated because I had a mile walk home and I had to pee bad.
I got to thinking also of what had happened three hours earlier. My crap had come later that morning and I had to hold it until my lunch period. I tried to get into two bathrooms, on both the first and second floor, at about noon but there was a line extending into the hallway for each. I ended up hurrying up to the third floor. I almost didn't make it onto the toilet before my anal explosion.
So me and Josh met up and started the walk home. It would be a couple blocks out of the way but he came up with the idea to stop at a gas station. I kept wondering whether my system would cooperate for another 10 minutes or so. Josh tried to be understanding of my need, although he said he's never needed to crap at school. But he doesn't like the style of urinals, how he loses his privacy, and he instead pees in the toilets. Some of the guys make fun of him and make jokes about lifting the seat first. Stuff like that.
We continued to walk fast to this gas station. My need was now an emergency. We walked around a large passenger van and into the store. What Josh and I saw we couldn't believe. There was a whole pack of girls, probably a sports team, jammed up for the ladies room. Josh walked down the other hallway because I was willing to use the guys room. I was that desperate. I knew I could count on him to watch the door. He came back shaking his head. There was a line there too.
If there had been a back hallway and a cleaning bucket sitting in it I would have used. We went out a side door for emergencies only. My heart was beating faster and I was sweating worse. Then on the other side of the parking lot Josh spotted one of those do it yourself laundry places. Luckily we ran in through a side door and to my left I could see an open door and a small toilet with the seat already down. I was 2 or 3 seconds from bursting open.
I yanked my slacks down so fast right as I was dropping myself straight down onto the toilet. My fingernails slashed onto the skin of my right thigh. My book bag bounced on my shoulders with a thud. I was so worried that I hadn't tried to close the door. And Josh was standing there seeing it all. It was when he said "F*** you really saved yourself" that I realized the door was open. Then I closed it for some privacy and to catch my breath.
Music Man
Question For The Ladies
Hey everyone,
I've posted a few times over the years, but it's been awhile. I've got something that I'm curious about, and figured this was the place to ask about it. As the post title implies, this question is mainly for the ladies as I'm a guy and I already have that perspective!
Ladies, what is it like for you to stop peeing in mid stream once you start? Here are a few more specific questions:
1. Is it difficult/painful to stop?
2. Are there times that it's more difficult/impossible to stop (like you have to go so bad that you can't possibly cut it off once you're going)?
3. Do you have any stories of times you've done this? These could be intentional or unintentional (eg. someone walks in on you mid pee and you stop involuntarily , or someone rings your doorbell and you stop on purpose to go answer it).
It's definitely possible for us guys but it's not very comfortable (for me at least). I also know it's not healthy on a regular basis. I'm just wondering what it's like for females!Catherine
Just some thoughts - Using the Bathroom in a Dress
I really feel bad that I don't have any stories to contribute. We've led a pretty boring life during the pandemic. But we've really become close as a family, which means a lot to me. Marrying Alan meant becoming his daughters' mother, so their acceptance of me is important, for me as well as them. Then, watching our boy grow as been a joy!
During the time I was a way for the Lenten Season, on up until now, I've defecated twice daily and without exception, they have all been 4's on the Bristol Stool Chart - long, thick, soft and minimal smell. I haven't had any accidents or toilet adventures.
But I think I shared somewhere back on this forum that since giving birth, I've felt more feminine, womanly, or whatever, than I have. Now, I have always tried to dress professional, but I'm more of a slacks and top woman. But since giving birth, I've bought and worn more dresses, more color and such than I did in all my adult life prior to giving birth. I roll my hair and wear it down more than I did in the past, instead of my signature pony tail.
So, Alan commented to me the other day that he really likes it when I wear dresses and such, but also doesn't want me to abandon my original style. While I don't necessarily dress to please him, I appreciated him sharing with me how he felt about how I look.
Then he says to me, he really thinks its different when he sees me on the toilet with my dress draped over it versus my bare hips. I asked him why, while blushing a little. He said it gives me an almost goddess look. So, yesterday morning I put on a nice floral dress, rolled my hair and wore it down, along with a little makeup, and waited until I had a strong urge to go.
I invited him in, sat on the toilet and did a pretty thick, long poop, with my dress draped over the bowl, and let him watch. Of course, last night, we ended the day with some intense intimacy.
However, I wanted to ask other women about using the bathroom in a dress. Do you do that often? Do you drape your dress over the bowl. Do you feel different when using the bathroom in a dress. Has a significant other ever seen you use the bathroom with a dress on?
Just wondering if this is common or not? Thank you!
Love,
Catherine!Monika B.
Confession
I'm not sure what this says about me, but you know that burning sensation you get when you poop after eating spicy food? I like it. Lol. Is that weird?
I do have a high tolerance for spicy food, but still.Skidmarked from Columbia
Questions about skid marks again
Last time I asked I noticed that it's not just boys but girls that get skidmarks.
When you became an adult did you still get skidmarks in your underwear?
Do adult women get skidmarks too? If so less or same?
How does it feel when you notice a skidmark?
And last when was your last skidmark? -& what you think caused it?Laura
Daughters friend
My daughters friend came over to stay the next day we were having breakfast my daughter went for a shower and Sarah sat with me she is 16 blonde hair quite a chubby girl with big bum anyway we were talking and then she said I best go to the toilet I thought nothing of it and said no problem she go up and walked along the hall to our downstairs loo in her pjs went in and bolted the door I was In the kitchen doing some washing up and It had been over 5 min and all was silent. I decided to walk quietly down and sat on the bottom of the stairs and be naughty and listened I could hear the odd deep breath so she was trying to poo then there was a small plip plop like small pieces you drop when backed up then there was nothing for a bit then a massive kerplunk and a sigh of relief as her big log fell in the toilet which I imagine felt very good to pass she started to wee while another plop was heard then a minute or so passed then a big plop as her final log fell in the toilet she started to wipe so I dashed back to the kitchen she came out looking a bit red faced but probably enjoyed having had a big poo I enjoyed hearing her aswell xxCatherine
Two Funny Incidents
Though yesterday's post has not been shared, I wrote that I really had not had anything interesting to share. I did have two funny incidents yesterday.
Yesterday at the pharmacy, it was nearly time for lunch. As I have shared, I can be pretty gassy sometimes. Mine usually do not smell or have a strong odor, but they can be loud. Following my pregnancy I struggled to control my farts and some would slip at inappropriate times. I've been doing Kegel exercises to strengthen my muscles down there for a while now, and they help! Until yesterday...it was nearly lunch time and I had been holding some gas for quite a while. My stomach bubbled constantly. We were not really busy, but I didn't want to leave for the restroom until time for lunch. As I was explaining a prescription to a customer, answering some technical questions she had, I lost concentration on my gassy situation and let out a pretty loud, bassy fart, that had at least five bubbles to it...Fortunately, this customer was close to my age and I profusely apologized. She told me not to worry and we continued the conversation. I was so embarrassed!
Second, last night our little "Joey" proceeded to the bathroom in the hall, as he had to "doo doo." We are trying to get him to say "I have to use the potty" but he thinks poops and farts are funny. Boys! He proceeds to clog the toilet. I didn't know so much could come out of a child his size! He is bigger than all the kids his age, but still!
I hope everyone is dooing well!
Love,
Catherine!
Imogen
desperate walk
I met up with a friend for coffee today as the weather was so nice and now we're allowed to. I kinda needed a wee when we were at the coffee shop but not too much, so we went on our way and walked and talked for over an hour. We parted our ways and by this point I was really quite desperate with an ache from my bladder. I looked around and at pubs but they were all pre book only so nowhere to sneak for a wee! Eventually I found a McDonalds and ran to the loo, one small leak escaped while I was getting into the cubicle, so my turquoise knickers had a small spot but nothing major. Felt so relieving to let go!
Imogen
Wednesday, April 28, 2021
Tricky
Re: Jry, Queue
When I've used half stalls, the level of discomfort was a mild degree of awkwardness, akin to standing at a urinal. Using completely doorless stalls or stall-less toilets where people could see my butt was a lot worse. I've generally preferred privacy for both functions, and I didn't like other people hearing or seeing me perform either of them. I've had so many embarrassing toilet experiences for both functions that these days none of it bothers me anymore. I eat like a horse and go through a gallon of water a day, thus it was inevitable that awkward circumstances had presented themselves repeatedly.
I posted a story three days ago, but it must have been too long since it didn't get posted here. I will repost a shorter version.
Tlana
Meagan's self-consciousness question
Meagan's self-consciousness question is one that I had to confront back about 10 years ago. I've found my initial concerns about giving in and using public bathrooms came out of my inexperience and a defining characteristic that still defines me today: I'm in college and although I've grown some over the past years, I'm still the shortest girl in my class. Most every time I sit on a toilet my feet do not reach the floor. Beginning in middle school and continuing throughout high school, many of the toilets were open. Their privacy doors were removed due to a number of abuses ranging from vaping, vandalism and outright truancy from class to other things that were referred to the police.
But the fact that I was in a lot of school activities, often causing me to be at school from as early a 6 in the morning to sometimes 6 in the evening, there was no avoiding 3, 4, 5 or more sits each day. Almost every morning my longest sit-down would be for my bowel movement. In order to get to my next class on time or another responsibility such as Stu-Co projects, it was recommended to me and I kind of figured it out that I had to minimize my actual time on the toilet. I wouldn't go into the bathroom and take my seat unless I was sure that my bowel movement was knocking. So after I dropped my panties to upper/mid-thigh and took my seat, I could eliminate my waste often within 1 minute. After I got that timing down and my soft craps cooperated, I was tested at the beginning of the next school year when toilet paper rolls were removed, I guess for conservation and economic reasons, and replaced with pre-cut toilet paper squares. They were a dismal failure. Some of my classmates covered their privates by working on their lap top while taking a crap. Then the administration put in a rule about not having technology out in the bathrooms. One friend would take off her sweater or jacket and place it over her privates as she sat. She was warned that coats and outer wear needed to be kept in her locker.
I've been in a couple of places where there is great privacy in the toilets. This one hotel that my parents and I stayed at for a wedding reception had full-size doors with a lockable from the inside knob that you would turn to open it. It reminded me of what I've seen in some clothing store dressing rooms. Now that we're of age, my boyfriend and I go to some country bars. A couple of them have much smaller doors on the toilets, but what is different, is that the swing-type doors start higher up off the floor and will cover the privates of a person of average height, and often up to the top of their head. There's this latch that you turn before you seat yourself and it locks the door. A sign outside clicks over to say Occupied. There's very little, if any, peeking room.
Public toilets can be made safer and more comfortable for users. Almost anything is better than what I used daily in middle school and high school.Eleonora from Italy
Replies
To Kamdyn: I know what you mean, I am also a sincere person, so when my mum asked what I had to do I also replied "I have to poop", and there would start the lecture about how I should go only at home, how public toilets are dirty, how I should be able to control myself… only at 12 I understood that I have to always say "I have to pee" and it would be all right. But I didn't understand (even today) why pooping makes a so big difference and pee is allowed.
I was the same also at school, for my mum it was unthinkable that I can poop there, but the truth was I was doing it 2-3 times a week.
Anyway is really go to be an adult now and not being frustrated by asking permission and lying on basic bodily functions, now I can poop where I want.
To Shannon: I also have some incontinence problem, but I don't want to wear diapers. I mean I'm only 25, not an old lady… I'm curious to know what the specialist will tell you, maybe it's the same problem as mine. I have weak anus muscles, and so sometimes when the poop knock at the back end I can't stop it from going out.
I find out it only a couple of years ago, until then my mum and friends didn't understand how I could have those accidents like I was a baby. Almost all people have at least one diarrhea accident in their adult life, so they can empathize with it, but my poop is almost always quite hard. At some point my mum even thought that I was doing it on purpose because I wanted attention.Bianca
Forced Fart
This morning I was feeling a bit under the weather, and dry heaving while on the toilet. I forced out a loud medium pitched fart, an pushed a bit of near-liquid poop out. To Karen, when you made that joke about needing to check your pants, I was lucky that I actually didn't have to do this. That's wonderful you use farts to cheer up your kids. I did more really soft poop later today after unboxing my new cornhole beanbags. I love juicy farts too, as long as they're not literally juicy as in the case of a shart. To Kamdyn: I hope you got to poop completely after that sudden fire drill. I know about the being startled by fire alarms, because that has happened. It hasn't happened on a toilet though. When being lucky enough to have had a warning of an upcoming fire drill, I'd just pop in the earplugs, and be good to go. Happy pooping to all. Bye.Pooperlady
Replying to Jry
It does happen with me sometimes, that I'll sit on the toilet and know I have to poop a lot, but it doesn't all come at once. If I have the time, I'll just sit there, often bringing my phone so I'll have something to do, while sometimes pushing gently. I find it satisfying to just sit there, and wait for the next urge to come, and be able to pee or poop when I need to. Just let it out as naturally as I can. It's very relieving.
Xander
To Shannon
Hi Shannon,
I was thinking of your somewhat newly found incontinence. You mentioned in your last post that you thought that diapers would help you stop the poop accidents. I think they may have the opposite effect. A diaper is kind of "safe" place to poop and cognitively you might start using the diaper more than you were "using" your underwear. I do have an idea you could try and both semi-revert back to potty training days but the 3rd one .
1. Buy more expensive underwear so you have an incentive not to ruin them.
2. Try and make yourself go before you need to. Try and go before you go to work, on your breaks at work, etc.
3. Adjust your diet so that you can try to get on a regular schedule. Probiotics help. I drink kombucha or kefir about the same time every day and go about the same time every day. Increase insoluble fiber or take a fiber supplement like Metamucil or an equivalent. It will take some time for you body to adjust
If you have genuine incontinence then by all means, use the diapers. But maybe try these things in conjunction.
And here is the thing about all this and this applies to all the SPAS; if you enjoy pooping in your underwear and you can regulate it so it is at least partially in your control, the continue to enjoy it! It doesn't hurt anyone if you decide to go into the bathroom and and just go in your underwear! We as a society tend to shun pleasurable things that are outside of the norm and even some normal things. If you like it, just do it, enjoy it, clean up and go about your day. There is nothing inherently wrong that.
Just my perspective! Best of luck to Shannon and the rest of the SPAS or anyone else who enjoys the act of pooping!
To Meagan re: self consciousness
Meagan, I feel similarly to you about public bathrooms - they're not private enough, and people look at you way too much - but for me it's not just that someone might see my 'private bits', for me it's something about the position of sitting on the toilet. Even if my 'modesty' is covered, I don't like people to know I'm sitting on the toilet, or to see even a hint of it - including my feet under the stall. IDK, it just seems like for me, pants down, legs exposed, sitting or squatting on a toilet, is just something very private and intimate. I don't like leaving a stall when there's someone else in the bathroom, and I feel this way whether I've pooed or not. It's not the function of peeing or pooing that I find embarrassing, it's the position of being seated on the toilet. Does anyone else feel that way?
Catherine
To Jack
Jack,
I loved your story about Kelsey! Being a curvy, athletic woman, I can do some pretty large doodies like that, especially if I am off my routine and miss one or more of my usual two bowel movements per day. It sounds like Kelsey may have either been a pretty hearty eater or perhaps she was a little irregular with her bowel movements, leading to these large, solid logs.
Either way, I wanted to share that when I first visited this forum, I met a guy named Jason who lived in the same condo building as me. I was at his condo on labor day for a cookout and fun time with friends. During the football game that night, I had to go. And, I mean I had to go. I clogged the toilet with a really large, solid log. The whole crowd saw it after it was announced what I had done. I was a little embarrassed, but played it off.
But Jason asked me out. I could not believe it. However, he would always try to get me to talk about my bowel movements. I broke up with him after dating for several months because I realized his infatuation with my bowel habits.
Just a word of advice - most women would be glad that we don't turn you off by our doodies. However, we would not be flattered if that's why you found us attractive! LOL!
Love,
Catherine!
Monika B.
Omg
So I made this spicy sauce that had chili oil, Thai chili flakes, and basically everything spicy that I could find. It's very good, but... wow...
The day after I ate it with ramen, I pooped like 5 times. And it was urgent! Weirdly, it wasn't exactly diarrhea. I ate some more spicy ramen yesterday, and the same thing happened today. Lol. I took some meds to hopefully slow it down because I had to work today.
This week, I also had 2 8 hour shifts (I usually work 5 hours, so I'm not used to it). I was very worried about making it the whole day without peeing, but I did it without any real problems! The first day, I felt a need about halfway though, but just a little bit. It was manageable. During the last hour and a half, I definitely really had to go, but I still held it until I got home. I had another longer shift today, and I weirdly didn't even feel a need until I got home. I was a bit dehydrated, though. It's strange, because I drank about 16 oz of water on my last break, so I should have felt a need to go.
I usually pee like every 2 hours or even more frequently, so this is an accomplishment for me. Lol.
Catcher J
Jonathan: Thanks for responding. I frequently remembered to return here to see if there were any responses--I actually wanted to talk more about how I felt on this subject. I'm still thinking a lot on the account I mentioned in my last post, a lot. I've been trying to open up with how I feel about bathroom accidents, but honestly, I think you just look like a weirdo when that's like, the only phobia you have. Cool to hear about the nursing position--Being empathetic and all, I'd considered a care-related job myself. I had to take care of an elderly family member which included their bathroom needs once they weren't able to handle it themselves. It was a shock the first time, but as my mom said on the situation: "They (the older member we were caring for) did it for us, so..." (the clear implication being that we had our diapers changed by them when we were little, so it's only fair to return the favor when they need it). I agreed with that sentiment and ever since then I've been less on edge when it comes to changing others, such as would be a duty in a care-related position. It's understandably a shock for the first time--which of course, is a fact that just cements my anxiety a little harder knowing that in, as you said, a non-clinical environment and strangers--just makes me remember that most people will have an unhelpfully rude reaction if the reality's suddenly exposed right there in front of them.
I tried looking for other outlets on this. I have to say it's not exactly easy to find, and there's a few negative aspects when expressing or looking into this stuff two. My main issue is one particular thing: Inflammation. Both in my direction, as well as those that potentially have similar issues that feel inflamed over expressing themselves on it. In other words: I feel bad when trying to express my sympathy or indulge my curiosity (since, in my opinion, our minds sometimes 'normalize' trauma by becoming familiar with it--therefore, no longer making it a scary concept anymore) yet I end up reading stuff that really rends my heart, and to be honest it just ruins my day, or week. Years later I could be doing something completely unrelated, remember about some terrible accident story I read and/or heard about and there goes the whole day!
So like I said, kinda easy to seem like a weirdo. Most folks don't have a lot to say about it. Luckily, a huge majority express their own sympathy for these situations. I have to remember that many people would be sympathetic if they witnessed an accident, and I have to accept that some wouldn't be. I also understand that, like in the story mentioned in the previous account--Just being sympathetic doesn't mean you either can or should do something about it. But really, it is what it is. I never witnessed anyone have an accident, or if I did it was probably so long ago and so inconsequential it doesn't matter. I never had #2 accidents but I did have a string of #1 accidents--at least some of that story's probably buried in this site somewhere but, anyway--I sorta think the way I was treated after those probably introduced the guilt/shame aspect to me. Prior to all that, I would have called it a curiosity since I was always found more catharsis in satisfying bathroom habits, and not really ashamed to express it. After that string of accidents on a long car trip, well--maybe some details are best left for later, and others more personal. But it was that day that proved it was a new dawn for me. Gone was sorta accommodating family member that used to help me go potty and wiped me for a few years--Whatever was there reacting to nebbish, transparently sorry and guilty me--was someone else, and I felt like I wasn't trusted to take care of myself, and the situation was framed as if I did what I did intentionally. I know most probably know this, both accident-havers and have-nots, but it makes you feel like a failure. A special failure--Having bathroom problems is so unique and on a different tier of social recognition, and it's really awful knowing that this is probably what's responsible for all the negative reactions--'Cause it's not like any other little problem out there. Well, that's what I think at least.
It makes me think of what's been referred to as 'exposure therapy'. I have a lot of thoughts on it--more or less similar to the concept I mentioned earlier, the idea of exposing one's self to trauma in order to familiarize one's self. The long and short of my thoughts on that is that I acknowledge such a practice works, but I shudder to think of anyone who'd been put through it before they were ready. But the reason I bring it up is because it seems hard to apply to an accident scenario. Take me for example--What am I supposed to do? Go on another road trip and wet my pants on the way up and down, again? If talking about it were enough, all the people whose ears I've talked off about this anxiety would tell you it did something--But it doesn't really. I mean, it's cathartic, but it's a catharsis you get used to, and frustrated knowing it can't penetrate a deeper level of calcified sadness.
But anyway, don't mean to ramble. Nothing too notable about my bathroom habits that would be interesting. I don't wanna ruminate on this stuff all the time (I do enough of that already) but I am glad I can express how I feel somehow. Not so easy doing it anywhere else. Would like to post with other thoughts at another time though.
Tricky
The Interview
I had graduated college in 2007. I was jobless, broke, and living off of pinto beans. Lots and lots of pinto beans. They were inexpensive and kept me fed, and I couldn't afford much else. They made up about 75% of my calories, of which I went through about 4,000 a day at the time. Since I am not North Korea's "Dear Leader", they also made me fart and crap. A lot.
I had a follow-up job interview coming up. I recently had a haircut and ended up looking a lot like a younger 14 year old Daniel Radcliffe at the age of 22.
I had a bowl of beans and chopped onion for and/or with breakfast, just as I did for the breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the days/weeks before. I had been farting every 5 minutes on average, but had managed to keep from releasing it during the first interview, and figured I would do the same successfully on the second interview.
I was crapping out about 3-4 massive loads each day, thanks to the frequent ingestion of pinto beans. I took a big hearty dump that morning an hour before showering, getting dressed, and leaving out. I picked some black Dockers slacks and one of my dad's black pinstriped Polo shirts for the interview. I got to the interview 5 minutes early, and had just gotten off the elevator and was waiting outside in the lobby area on the top floor, when I felt my insides gurgle. It was a gas attack, and I ripped out some loud farts, but I was outside of the main room to the business office and to my relief, no one was present. The relief felt good, but I knew that more was on the way since I'd been eating beans pretty much all week. I figured/hoped that I could hold it in during the interview for a second time.
The manager came out a few minutes later to let me into the office. She was a tall, attractive Caucasian broad with jet-black hair, looked to be in her early 30s, and had a very impressive rack that I struggled to avoid staring at each and every time I was in its presence. She also interviewed me a week prior, but this day she seemed flirty. We passed the conference table in the middle of the main room where a meeting was going on and went into her office, where she asked me a series of questions to see how much I knew about solar power systems, spreadsheet software, and certain mathematical concepts. During the middle of the interview, my insides started rumbling very audibly.
*rur-r-r-R-R-r-r-r-O-O-O-O-O-o-o-o-o-o-O-R-T*
It even interrupted one of her questions as she asked it to me and she had to re-start her sentence. The gurgles continued as I answered.
*bloor-r-r-r-r-r-t*
I remained composed through all of this while once again having to hold back a bad gas attack so that I didn't rip what I had guessed would be an unusually rambunctious fart in front of her. I had to hold back a bunch of gas during the previous interview as well, but without the noisy peristalsis. I wanted this job and was desperate for it, and I was of the opinion that an embarrassing gaffe such as ripping a loud fart during the interview would have harmed my chances of getting it. My insides were gurgling partially as a consequence of not farting.
*raur-r-r-r-T-T-T-T-T-t-t-t-t-t* *RORT*
The interview continued on for another 30 minutes, my insides gurgling obnoxiously loud like this the entire time, fart gas building up to painful levels. I didn't dare try to let any of it slip out to ease the pressure, as I knew that if I did, it would all come blasting out. My insides were in pain. At the end of the interview, she let me know that she would be contacting me within the next two weeks or so, so that we could negotiate a contract and that I had basically gotten the job. The position was temporary, to last only for a few months. She ended the interview by letting me know that she had to join her co-workers in a meeting outside in the main room.
It wasn't until I stood up from the chair to walk out of her office that I felt it. My intestines felt that sensation as if they were being torn by something solid instead of gaseous. I felt a large solid mass now pushing downward on my o-ring, accompanied with the massive gas buildup that wanted out for the better part of an hour. It took all of my wherewithal to keep my ass cheeks clenched and myself from unloading into my expensive dress slacks. It was an emergency.
Me: "Is it okay if I use your restroom?"
Her: "Go ahead. They're right outside, across from the conference table."
A meeting with about 15 people, both men and women present, was going on in the main room at the conference table. The two single-occupant unisex restrooms adjacent to each other were located 10 feet away from the conference table. I did an ever-so-careful crab walk into one of them, flipped on the light switch, locked the door, hurriedly put the toilet seat down making an audible *plack*, unbuckled my belt, dropped my slacks to my feet, and seated myself, unleashing a thick, hard, solid sludge. It felt very impacted, stretching my nether hole to a mildly painful position. So far it was all crap, and thus making a quiet crackling sound not dissimilar to unwrapping a taffy, the gas that had haunted me earlier now painfully pressing on the inside of my gut, acting as a propellant for the sludge, but not finding its way out.
I could hear the conversation at the table outside, which made me cognizant of the fact that I could also be heard if I wasn't careful. The sink was at the opposite end of the restroom and out of reach from the toilet, and I was afraid of getting up to run the water lest I make a mess on either my pants or the floor.
I sat there, carefully squeezing it out millimeter by millimeter, deliberately avoiding making any loud noises.
*fwershhhhhhhhh-t*
*poofffffffffffff-t*
About 5 minutes in, I'm still being ever so careful with regard to how much I let my sphincter expand while I can feel this seemingly never-ending impacted sludge extruding out. As I think the last of it is about to exit, my sphincter loses all control as a massive amount of built-up gas violently propels more crap out of my ass, somewhat painfully.
*WHOMP-p-p-p-p-plurrrt-PROP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP*
The sounds produced went on for around 5 seconds straight. The noise seemed to make the walls shake. Immediately after the gas was done rushing out...
*PLOONK-tup*
The turd fell with such velocity that the water below splashed up and soaked my ass. About one second or so after, the subject of their discussion at the table outside suddenly changed.
Male voice: "What was that?"
Another male voice: "That young man we just interviewed is in there."
My bunghole immediately puckered up now that I heard the exchange outside, but there was more to come. I didn't want them hearing anymore of this, but I didn't know what to do, as I only had a few more seconds before I was going to have to let it all go again as a painful level of pressure continued to build thanks to the efforts of both solids and gasses that remained as of yet unreleased. I didn't dare try to get off the toilet to run water at the sink, knowing that I was likely to make a mess on either the floor or my pants, further complicating this blunder.
I heard the voice of the woman who conducted the interview with me just minutes ago: "Ugh. I should've told him about the fan."
Another female voice: "Please, do so."
There was only one switch that I could see as I sat on the toilet facing the door, and it was a light switch just to the right of that door, which was currently on. A fan to drown out my noises would have been much appreciated, but I didn't know where it was at, and it didn't occur to me that one was even present until I overheard the exchange taking place outside at the table just now.
A few seconds later, I hear the female interviewer's voice again, this time right outside of my door: "There's a switch for the fan to your right."
Me, speaking awkwardly from behind the restroom door: "Thanks."
I look 90 degrees to the right of where I am seated, and there's a round dial on the wall. It was barely in reach from the toilet. I stretch my right arm out to turn it, and it does nothing. About five seconds had passed since I said thanks to the lady for telling me where the fan was, and I could hear the meeting resume as if nothing happened, being that they appeared to be a bunch of emotionally mature adults. I press it in, and the fan turned on, but it wasn't very loud. I could still hear talking outside. I couldn't hold it anymore and my bowels gave way again now that my right arm was stretched out to manipulate the dial.
*plur-r-r-rt* *prop-OP-OP-OP* *ploop-t*
Sounding like a sputtering pontoon boat, I continue fiddling with the dial while I'm machine-gunning the toilet water like a WWI fighter plane, chunks of solid impacted crap painfully scraping my dirthole while obnoxiously-loud farts continued to explode out of me. After a second or two of this, I discovered that rotating the dial adjusted the level of the fan's output, and therefore the noise. I turned it all the way up, and continued blatting away. I could no longer hear the conversation outside, could barely hear my own noises, and was now free to let it all loose, thanks to the loud fan. I just let it all go. The sound of a sputtering pontoon boat morphed into the sound of a sputtering airplane propeller and the relief was instant.
*PROP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP* *BLOOSH* *pl-U-R-R-R-T-t-t-t-t-T-T-T-t* *PROP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP*
I was confident that no one outside heard this. The fan was a lot louder. It took me about 5 more minutes to finish as more sludge and gas came in various noisy waves, concealed by the fan.
I wiped, gladly pulled up my pants feeling well relieved of that terrible burden with a satisfying vacuum feeling in my colon, flushed, and the low-flow residential style toilet couldn't handle the load and clogged. I was afraid this would happen. There was a massive pile of solids at the bottom of the bowl, blocking the flow of water. It looked like brown oatmeal, the remnants of a diet of lots and lots of pinto beans, with the color to match. Fortunately, there was a plunger underneath the sink in plain view, and I was able to unclog it in less than a minute by pushing the pile around with the rubber end of the plunger, freeing up the hole at the bottom of the toilet bowl. I shut the fan off, washed my hands, and exited the bathroom feeling quite a bit lighter and a lot less bloated than before.
As I exited, a few of the people at the conference table briefly looked my way as I did that long walk of shame over to the door leading outside the main room into the lobby to fetch the elevator. I guess they had a morbid curiosity with regard to who had just tore up the nearby bathroom with such sound and fury that it interrupted their meeting.
Kenna
Hotel has really slow toilets
Hi everyone, Kenna again, sorry i havent posted in awhile, ive been really busy! This story happened last weekend when josh and i went out of town on a small getaway. He hadnt gone poop in 4 days, so he had to go pretty badly when the time came and it was pretty difficult! The hotel we stayed at had horribly slow toilets and i found that out when we arrived froday night. I told josh i had to go poop shortly after we arrived. I sat on the toilet and pushed out a pretty solid but normal turd which was around 15 inches long. I wiped twice and flushed but the toilet didnt really go down and just swirled and swirled. Of course there was no plunger either. Come to find out the whole hotel had really poor water pressure! Josh said oh great, this will be interesting if i have to poop! I told him we would figure it out. Sure enough the next morning (day 5 of no poop for him) he said he needed to go finally. I came into the bathroom with him because i knew he would have trouble going. He sat on the toilet and told me it would for sure clog since we barely got my poop down after several flushes. I told him to just worry about going, then we would figure it out, or go buy a plunger if needed,etc. Josh began working on going but it was really hard and pretty painful. Do you need a suppository? I asked. We can get one and a plunger if you need. Josh said no, i have to go really bad, its really uncomfortable but i will just push it out. I sat on the edge of the tub and held his hands as he pushed. It wasnt coming out though.i had him get into a squat and told him to keep trying. After several more hard pushes his poop finally started to come out, but really slowly. I spread a bunch of toilet paper under him and told him to stay squatting and keep pooping that way. I held him as he pushed and strained to comfort him and to try to take his mind off the pain of going. After 10 more minutes of really pushing hard his first turd came out and landed with a big thud on the floor. He stayed squatting and told me he wasnt done which i figured anyways. I told him good job and encouraged him to keep pushing but he needed a break first. We watched some tv for awhile while giving his poor butt a break, then headed back to the bathroom to try again. He squatted and resumed straining. I held him and encouraged him as his next turd began to come out. It was just as hard as the first and took its time coming out. It eventally landed under him with a big thud. He kept pushing and more poop began to come out. This log wasnt quite as hard or big and only took him a few minutes to get out. Overall his poop was about 2 feet long when he finally was done going. He wiped once and flushed 3 times to even get the paper down. I had an idea to get rid if his poop, and grabbed a plastic walmart bag. I wrapped my hand in toilet paper and put his poop in it. I covered it in a bunch of toilet papar and threw it all away downstairs in the garbage outside. Joah thanked me and thanked me for helping him go. I pooped again before we left and had just as hard of a time flushing it as before. Ive never seen a place with such slow toilets and told josh there was definitly no way that his poop would flush! He agreed that we did the right thing! It was nice to get away! Ill post again when i can! Take care all, and happy pooping!
Sunday, April 25, 2021
Kamdyn
Toilet interruptions are a problem, too!
Most of us know of times when using a bathroom has been denied, or in the case of myself and some of my friends, discouraged by parents, coaches and teachers. Craps should be done at home, my mom use to say when I was growing up. OK, I guess I started defying her in middle school because she wasn't around to manage things every day. Try traveling, tell her I need to take a bathroom stop, and she questions me whether I need a #1 or #2. One of my babysitters back when I was in grade school just suggested that I lie when I asked to use a bathroom. I've been forever indebted to Barbie since then. Because that is where I got the idea to lie. Example. We're traveling and I say I have to pee. My parents would pull over at the next opportunity so I could 'pee." I would be allowed to go in myself, no lecture or guilt trip laid about me about not having gone at home.
I continued my daily crap in school when I got to high school. Not under the best circumstances Often crowded bathrooms. Privacy doors taken off for whatever reason. Peeing and then pooping with someone peering in on you from like 2 or 3 feet in front of you. In such a situation, I surely didn't try to start a conversation, although that might have made me feel more comfortable, especially if I wasn't able to produce something early in my sit. One morning I had just sat down on the toilet for my 2nd hour crap. The laminated hall pass was on my lap. I had the whole bathroom to myself and I was thankful. Suddenly the fire buzzer went off, the lights flickered, and I jumped up startled. I knew I had to leave and probably stand in pain in the closest parking lot. While I was pulling up my jeans, one of the security guards yelled in for me to get out. I passed down several staircases and spent 10 or 15 minutes seated on a broken curb in the parking lot. A couple of my friends came over to talk while I was trying to suppress the time bomb in my intestines. One cursed when she asked why I was holding my gut. She said I should have stayed and finished. But if I had disrespected the guard, I would have been in trouble. Now, in college, I'm treated like an adult. Almost all the bathrooms have stall doors for privacy. There are no hall passes, fire drills, and stuff like that. Also, my mom hasn't asked about how my bowels are doing?Karen
As a mother of two girls and two boys, farts have came in handy whenever I need to cheer them up. My favorite farts are the juicy ones. They always make my kids laugh the hardest and I always make a joke about needing to check my pants.
Jazz
Desperate
Hi everyone, it's been a while. I just wanted to say that today I was very desperate for a big poo, I went to get my vaccine today and my stomach was cramping the whole time. I didn't get a chance to go this morning because my appointment was pretty early. So I was clenching my buttcheeks for what felt like an eternity. Thankfully it was an in and out situation so it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be,although I almost pooped myself, that would have been very embarrassing lol. As soon as I got home I plopped my butt on the toilet and shat out a wave of diarrhea. I must've eaten something last night that didn't sit well with me. Thankfully that seems like the end of it, although I wouldn't be surprised if I had more tonight. Hope everyone is doing fine and being safe.
JAZZJack
A Turd to Remember
Amy, your story and question about Lauren encouraged me to share my own similar story about how some people just seem to poop bigger than others.
As a kid growing up my parents would hire a neighbor Chris to babysit me. By the time I got to 8th grade, Chris was headed off to college so my parents hired a new one who was the daughter of a friend of theirs.
Her name was Kelsey. I'd known her for a long time, but never well. Admittedly, she was I think my first real crush. She was then a senior in high school. My parents let me be home alone once I started high school the year after so it worked out that Kelsey could babysit for just the one year before she too went off to college.
She was super chill as a babysitter. Since I was pretty much old enough to be on my own, her job was pretty dang easy. She'd come over, and usually just play on her laptop or read while I would play video games or watch tv in my room. It felt a bit silly to me that my parents paid her to do pretty much nothing but whatever, it made them feel safer so I guess that was plenty worth it.
Anyways, one time she was over while my parents went out to some super late night event or something and as usual we were each doing our own thing. She knocked on my door and asked if I knew where we kept our plunger because she had clogged our upstairs toilet. I had no idea if we actually had one, but offered to help her look in the garage. We weren't having any luck. She texted my mom who called and my mom told her we did have one somewhere, but that she too wasn't sure exactly where it was. My mom told her not to worry and that they'd handle it when they got home. Kelsey seemed kinda embarrassed but agreed and hung up.
I thought nothing of it and we both went back to what we were doing. Whenever my parents were home later than a certain time, they'd have Kelsey make sure I was asleep and then she could leave before they got back. Eventually it was my bedtime and I turned off my tv and pretended to go to sleep. I had already forgotten about the toilet. Kelsey came to check on me before she took off to make sure I was asleep. It worked as usual and she slipped out and went home. Like most kids my age would do, I just got back on my tv and kept watching.
Around midnight I was practically falling asleep while watching tv. I got up to pee but remembered Kelsey had clogged the toilet. I could've gone downstairs or to my parents' bathroom, but I was tired and decided I could just pee and not flush. I guess because she was a girl I assumed she had just tried to flush too much paper down at once or something. I stumbled into the bathroom and flipped on the light. The toilet lid was down and the room smelled pretty strongly of the cleaning spray my parents kept in the bathroom closet. Sure enough, the can was out on the counter so it looked like she had sprayed to cover the smell. As I lifted the lid, I realized why. In the bowl lay an absolutely massive turd. It was stuck down the hole and went almost all the way to the front rim. From there it broke off and there was a second log - clearly the remaining portion - next to the giant log. It didn't take long after opening the lid for the smell to start to overpower the spray. It had been about 3 hours since Kelsey had clogged it, and the water from the bowl was nearly all gone, which surely didn't help the smell. I was totally grossed out.
There was no way I could piss on top of it, so I did end up going and using my parents bathroom. As I was peeing, I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd just seen. As I headed back down the hall to go to bed, I felt an urge to go look at it again. Maybe I'd hallucinated it or something. Even just in the 20 seconds or so I had opened the lid, the smell had totally overtaken the spray. I walked back in and opened it again. Another wave hit me as I opened it the second time. For whatever reason, I was no longer completely disgusted and instead my reaction turned to more one of awe. Now all of a sudden I couldn't look away. I just had to know how big it was, so I went back downstairs to the garage and got a tape measure. I went back up and measured the massive piece as 16 inches, plus whatever was out of sight down the hole. The "small" piece was 6.5 inches, so Kelsey had taken a 22.5+ inch shit. I didn't think to measure the width, but it more or less filled the entire drain hole. After I had finally had my fill of taking it all in, I thought I'd try and flush it away and try to save Kelsey any embarrassment with my parents. I figured maybe it had softened since she had tried. Whether it had or hadn't, it didn't matter. When I flushed, the big piece literally didn't move. The smaller one did get picked up by the flush and twirled a time or two as the toilet filled with brown water. Yep, definitely still clogged. Thankfully the water stopped before overflowing.
I lowered the lid back down to limit any further smell escaping. I resprayed and finally headed back to bed to sleep for real this time.
My parents got home at last shortly after. I heard them shuffling around trying not to wake me, but I was still awake. I could hear my mom remember about the toilet and told my dad she would fix it. She went and retrieved the plunger from the garage (who knows where it was hiding in there) and came back up. She was in the bathroom for a few minutes before coming back down the hall to get my dad for help. I could hear them both whispering and couldn't understand much, but I did make out my mom saying the word "enormous". I must've been dead tired, because despite my interest, I fell asleep right about then as I don't recall anything else that night.
In the morning, I got up and went downstairs for breakfast, again managing to have forgotten all about the toilet situation. My mom was making pancakes (a weekend tradition) and my dad was at the table reading the newspaper. My mom asked if I had gone to the bathroom and I said no. She said good and told me the toilet wasn't working in my bathroom and to use another. I'm not sure why, but I instinctively asked why. My mom cracked a bit of a smile and said that Kelsey had used it last night and plugged it. My dad laughed and that caused my mom to laugh too. My mom admitted it was a huge poop and that they weren't sure how she had done such a big one. They had a plumber scheduled to come later that day to fix it. I guess my parents failed last night and gave up trying to plunge it. It was so bizarre, but I was totally intrigued by the ordeal at that point. After breakfast, I headed back upstairs and tiptoed into the bathroom to see what was left. There was now a plunger in front of the toilet. I pulled up the lid and saw that the big log had been broken up into a bunch of chunks. The water level was still pretty high and a mess of the big chunks and shreds of toilet paper were floating in it.
When the plumber did end up coming, he fixed it in only a minute or two. He must've had some special tool. So anyways, that's the story about the time my babysitter took a dump so big my parents had to call a plumber.
I actually do have a bit of a side story follow up on this! I'd wondered if she always just takes huge shits or if that was an outrageous outlier. And although she never pooped again at our house nor did I ever see another of her poops, I do have a hunch it wasn't a one off...
As I mentioned, our families are pretty close friends. About a year later, Kelsey's family invited us and a few other families over to their house for an evening pool party. They had a huge house and a really big pool so they were always throwing parties. During the party, I needed to pee so I headed inside. I had asked Kelsey's brother, who was just a year older than me, where to go and he told me I could use the one in his room upstairs. I thought I knew where it was, but it had been so long I got lost when I got up there. Anyways I ended up in what was clearly Kelsey's room (she was the only girl). I figured what the heck, I'd just use hers and she wouldn't care. I walked across her room to get to the bathroom. As I was peeing, I noticed she had a toilet plunger just sitting there beside her toilet. I'd never seen that before, a plunger out in plain view. It could have been that maybe that's just where her family kept theirs, but it also could've been because she uses it so much. I finished up and flushed and exited. I decided I'd play a little detective. I walked down the hall and found her brother's room, my initial destination. I checked both her younger and older brother's bathrooms. Neither of them had plungers in them. Maybe it was entirely coincidental, but it certainly seemed like it was just her that had one in her bathroom, ready to be used at a moment's notice when she clogged it.
I credit Kelsey and her big toilet clogging monster turd with getting me interested in the whole topic of pooping. It went from something I thought of as disgusting to something I now enjoy discussing. If it wasn't for her, I'd never be reading a site like this!Jry
Replies + Today's poop story
To Tiana: I was proven right! You are definitely quite the writer and have inherited your mother's talents! That was a very lovely story that you posted. I look forward to reading more stories from you and your family.
Tricky: You have narrated here some of your experiences where people have seen you poop. How uncomfortable have you felt when they have seen your face? How have you felt knowing that others in the room can see your "pooping" face (in case you make any faces)?
So, again, I decided to post because today I had another unusual poop to what my current "normal" is. As usual, I went to the bathroom, closed the door behind me, and pulled my pants and underwear to my ankles and sat on the toilet. On this occasion, I started peeing almost immediately. This stream lasted for about 30 seconds. I knew I had poop inside me, but it felt unwilling to move. Not in a constipated, stuck kind of way, but as if it resisted to come out by simple relaxation of my muscles.
I started gently pushing and very quickly a small turd, maybe 3 inches long, came out and dropped with a "blip" sound on the water. But I felt a whole lot more still inside of me. I leaned forward until I was in a 45-degree angle, took a deep breath, and began pushing harder for several seconds. A medium-sized turd, maybe 7 inches long, plopped into the water below, followed by another, and then another of very similar sizes. I let out my breath and relaxed for some moments. Weirdly, despite having already released some poop, I still felt that fullness in my rectum. Not in the sense of "I'm not done yet", which is normal, but as if I had pooped almost nothing! I took deep breaths to relax my muscles, hoping they would allow me to feel a stronger urge and release the rest of my load.
After about a minute of deep breathing, I felt the urge getting stronger again, so again I leaned forward, and pushed for as long as I could, letting out 6 more medium-sized turds. I could feel myself getting red in the face, and but after the last one came out, I let out my breath in forceful exhalation, but felt very relieved. I produced a final small turd that landed with another "blip" sound. I started wiping, and this time it was less messy than the last time.
Has anyone else had this happen to you before? Where you release a decent amount of poop, but still feel as if you have not released much yet (and it turns out you're right?).
Hope you liked this story!
Jonathan
Re: Catcher J
I know how you feel. I have the same fear and feel sympathy for others that have accidents, particularly poop ones. I'm a nurse in a hospital so of occasionally I have patients that have accidents And I try to be kind as possible. It's obviously different than being out in public as I'm expected to take care of a patient. I also don't expect a sick patient to be perfect. The trouble I have is I expect myself and non-patients like me to be perfect and when I have evidence to the contrary I get anxious and have panic attacks. I actually shit myself a little bit a few weeks ago a little bit, it could of been a lot though. No one said anything and I didn't say anything to anyone. Yet I still have the fear.
Meagan
Self-Conscious in Public Restrooms
Hello everyone,
I don't know if it's just me, but I always feel extremely self-conscious whenever I do my thing in public restrooms. In my early morning seminary class, I always have to pee so I have to their public restroom in the back. The problem is that the cracks in the doors are so wide! You can clearly see people doing their business there! As I pull down my pants and underwear, I always make sure to also cover my private part with my hands whenever I see other girls hanging out in the sinks or enter the restroom. I was never comfortable talking in the restroom, it's my private moment to relieve myself! Sometimes I swear some girls are purposefully trying to look through the cracks as well through the sink window or "checking" if each stall is occupied, which is why I cover my private parts. I think one time some girl in a public restroom did see my private part which is why I started to do that.
Does anyone else feel the way I do??Cammy
I knew there had to be a reason I came back!! :)
Kendal!! We never talked much when you were here before that I know of. Probably because of the fact that you were a minor then, I don't know. In any case, I'm glad you're back and doing well!! Especially after hearing the worst awhile ago. That was at least speculation. But whatever. I hope you and Eleanor and your family are doing well!! I'm also sorry for your loss!! Andrew was very good to you and very supportive. I know you are making him proud every day!! Wishing you all the best with everything!!
Queue
For Tricky
Tricky: please keep your stories coming! Whether about lack of privacy in public restrooms or any other situation, I love your way with describing scenes. It's as if we all are right there with you.
Thursday, April 22, 2021
Michael
Skidmarked from Columbia reply
Skidmarked from Columbia
About skidmarks in your underwear?
Hey I am a boy age 27. I been on here since 15 years ago. I like this website but honestly I haven't posted more than like 5 times so far...
When was your last skidmark in your underwear? Got some in my undies I am wearing today.
What do you think causes most skidmarks in underwear?
Farting and holding my poop in. I am a joker when it comes to farts and sometimes I push too hard to get a loud one.
Do you think it's just a boy problem?
Na but I guess I have only seen em on boys underwear.
When you see a skidmark in your underwear... Do you feel embarassed or shrug it off and just don't care?
I don't care - most of my mates have seen em at sleep overs and changing for games and stuff. My mum has told me to change em sometimes. I was a bit embarrassed once when they were pretty bad and my sister and her friend came in my room and I was in my undies and t-shirt as I had got out of bed and went on my PS5 my sister asked me if I had crapped my pants. I was stood up playing and had my back to em.
When you see a skidmark... Do you immediately change your underwear? If not, why?
Na, I just change em every other day normally unless I forget or I am staying at a mates.Violet
Explosive Diarrhea
Hi my name is Violet. This is my first time posting so here is a few things about myself. I'm 17 I am really petite. I am only 5'2 and 105 pounds. I have really long dark hair. Now let's start the story. This happen a week ago I was sitting in my he last period of the school day and half way through I felt my stomach rumbling and it really hurt. I knew I had diarrhea because the night before I ate a lot of greasy fast food and that never sits right with me. But there was 20 minutes of class left so I thought I could hold it and I really did not want to use the school bathroom. For the rest of the class period I sat clenching my butt cheeks. Then finally the bell rang and I got out of my seat as fast as I could and ran to my car. But the car ride back to my house was 15 minutes long and I didn't know if I could make it. But I had no other choice so I started to drive. About two minutes in I felt a fart I thought I could trust it because the pain in my stomach was not as bad. But as soon as I farted tons and tons of hot pure liquid diarrhea came out of me and there was no stoping it. It literally lasted all the way home nonstop. When I got home luckily no one was home and I ran inside and cleaned up an then went and cleaned my car. But my diarrhea was not done I spent the whole night and all of the next day on the toilet having pure liquid explosive diarrhea.
That was my story thanks for reading.
Xoxo, Violet
Catcher J
Overwhelming Accident Sympathy
I've been coming here for a few decades now, posted once or twice maybe. I'm as interested in my own and other's bathroom habits as much as anyone else is here, but I feel like I have an unnatural sympathy for those that end up going through bathroom accidents. It would be one thing if if was sympathy alone, but it gets so bad that it sometimes turns into anger whenever I have to come to terms with the fact that there are are those that are...Let's just say, 'unsympathetic' towards those in that situation. Nothing else makes my blood boil quite the same way.
I should mention a few things first: I'd actually have considered it a phobia, yet outside one or two stand-out occurrences, I don't have much to say as far as accidents myself. Wrote about one or two here a long time ago but I forgot the page. But I was always ridiculously afraid of it happening to me at school or somewhere else.
So why is it then, that I seem to be so drawn to stories and accounts like this when the subject both scares me so much, and I get so worked up with sympathy it's kind of hard to function after? The answer, well...I dunno.
I think the first time this happened was a few years ago when I was working. I wouldn't dare mention anything specific, but let's just say I saw a rather vivid account of what I'd consider 'a worst case scenario' when it comes to accidents. I remember it bothered me so much afterward that I basically had to take a break at work to calm myself down (out of a panic-like feeling, I guess?).
I suppose it's happened again, very recently and right here. I should preface my reaction by saying I enjoyed the account overall, I think it was well-written and very descriptive. But I will say that Anthony T: Your account of your plane situation you witnessed really melted my heart. I feel like I've been sitting here looking like a basset hound stewing in empathetic angst for like an hour now. I too wonder what I'd do for someone in such a situation--if anything can even be done. When someone is feeling unsafe and scared, even approaching them can be risky. It makes the situation all the more sad, but despite being a normally bashful and withdrawn person, I feel like I'd brave anything to help someone in that situation--Again, only if it were explicitly clear something could even be done.
But if I'm to conclude before I really start to ramble: Are there others like me? If you ever get down over these sorts of subjects, what do you do? Why do you think we're still interested in it? The stuff we're scared of can be really interesting, but really stressful to explore. I've found that bathroom stuff overall is a particularly effective breeding ground for "interesting-yet-stressful-to-explore" situations.
Jennifer
Chewing?
How carefully do you chew your food? I've always eaten much faster than my boyfriend, and I realized he chews each bit really well while I more gulps down everything. I've heard it's healthy to chew the food properly, but maybe it's actually good for the digestion to not over-chew? I rarely have any problems, while he easily gets constipated. Maybe it's a case of slow in, slow out?? What do I know?
Shannon
Finally doing it
First some replies
Anthony T: I had forgotten all about when you mentioned you had that story to tell, I'm glad you came back and shared! That poor girl must have been mortified, its certainly one of the most vulnerable feelings when you have an accident in a public place. And I know it was a lot worse given that she couldn't leave or get away and had to face the witnesses after the fact. I can relate to that aspect because of the time when I peed my pants on a tour boat and just had to sit through the ride in wet jeans in front of all the witnesses. Ugh. But that story is a big reason I'm afraid to go on a long flight. I've been on a number of flights that are like 2 to 3 hours long but I think getting anywhere around 6 hours or more is risky to me. If I developed an urge to poop on the plane and was faced with turbulence or a long bathroom line, that would be bad news for me, as there would be a good chance I would end up messing my pants in front of everyone like that girl.
Deb: hi Deb, I'm sorry you had a tough weekend! That's super embarrassing that you had diarrhea in your jeans in front of those people and its too bad you had a long trek home when it happened. Sorry about the other accident too but at least you were at home for that one. I had a bad week myself so maybe it's just how it's going right now for those of us with bowel issues. Feel better!
Stinky sister: Thank you for that story, it was a good one. Having an accident around your siblings as a kid is always bad news because of the fact that they could use it to make fun of you! I don't totally blame you for taking the opportunity to make fun of your sister about her accident since she was meant to you. One of my earlier stories here is about when i was 16, i was on vacation with my family and i really had to poop in the car and i of course went in my shorts after a while. my brother told my first boyfriend about it to try to embarrass me!
Catherine: I want to thank you as always for all your kind advice and support. You're a very sweet person. I think you will agree with what i decided to do, which i will write about now.
As for me, after the week I've had, I made a decision that many people here probably think I should have made long ago. I decided I need to start wearing diapers even during the day, not just to bed.
The week started off with that accident I had under my skirt after work where some got on the step in my building. It wasn't that big of a deal except for the fact that it was less than a day after I told Alexis I could make it a month without pooping my pants. I told her a little while after I posted here about it, and she seemed a little more determined to convince me to wear protection. i resisted some more, but I knew in the back of my mind that living up to the vow was going to be really, really tough. But I managed to hold things together for the rest of the week, and everything was going well.
Then tonight happened. Alexis spent the weekend and this evening we were shopping for a few groceries to make dinner tonight and I started cramping up as we were shopping. I held it at first and kept shopping, but soon the need became more intense so i told alexis i was going to the bathroom. i hurried off, but it was already too late...I was walking down the vitamin aisle towards the bathroom when I felt like I couldn't hold it in anymore and sure enough I started pooping my leggings as i walked. By the time I got down the aisle into this little hallway near the bathrooms, my underwear was completely full. The bulge was really big and obvious, and it's warm out so I had nothing to tie around my waist to hide it, so I just awkwardly stood with my back to the wall. I called Alexis on my phone, and when she picked up I quickly said "I didn't make it to the bathroom...Can you bring something for me to tie around my waist?" She didn't sound surprised in the least, but quickly agreed that she would run and grab a jacket from the car. In the meantime I just stood there in shame hiding my butt against the wall and trying not to make eye contact with anyone as they walked by. I felt like a little kid at the school nurse waiting for my mom to pick me up. When Alexis arrived she inspected the damage as she tied the jacket around me and she said "oh shannon" in kind of a loving but concerned way. She was then quick to point out that since i said i would go a month without an accident its happened two times in one week. So ultimately I finally agreed that I better start wearing protection. Especially since I like to wear skirts in the summer and there is always a major risk of poop falling out of my underwear to the ground if I have an accident under my skirt. So I definitely acknowledge the benefits of wearing a diaper.
Nevertheless...my 32nd birthday is soon and I will definitely say....I never thought that at this age i would be in diapers. But since i started wearing them to bed i have only wet the bed one time, so maybe now that i will always have a diaper on i'll stop pooping my pants so much :/
Xoxo
Shannon
Anna from Austria
Getting walked in on in School
Answer to Annie
Thanks for sharing your Story. That must really have been embarrasing.
I have been careless a few times at School as well and almost get walked in. But due to sheer luck I Always could jump up with my pants and panties down and hold the doorknob of the toilet stal as soon as I noticed that the door was About to open.So the Girls that were About to walk in could not see much of me if anything at all.
I am realy thankful that the "Intruders" had the Right Timing und decided to walk in before I started taking a leak or Dump. In case they would attemped to walk in middle of my Actions I couldn't do anything. Jumping up and Blocking the door would have been impossible in that Scenario.
I am really glad that never happened.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Monday, April 19, 2021
Laura
Evening poo
I have just got off the toilet I had not been for a poo since yesterday evening and as I result it was large. I got in from work had my tea then the urge came I usually go twice a day but when I am in work I can't be bothered trying to push it out and never usually have much of an urge but it makes me need a big one usually in the evening anyway I went to the toilet pulled my pants and knickers down and took the weight off my feet I had a wee and started to push I started to be opened up and it slowly started sliding out it was a nice feeling especially as I was still having my wee my log fell in the toilet with no sound as it was already in the water whilst the other end was inside me i finally finished my wee and got up to wipe I looked in the toilet and to my surprise about 3 inches was above the water line it was good as I only needed one wipe but the relief was great just one log it must have been a good 8-9 inches no smell to it or mess and not to firm so was vert easily passed I pulled my knickers up and pants one flush and it was gone best poo I have had in a while
Sherryl
A response
This is a response to the person who asked me about pooping in public. I try to avoid pooping in public. I hate it. I have had to obviously but I still hate it. I have had situations where I had to poop in public that wasn't in a toilet. I've had to pop a squat in a parking lot before. Not the best moment but it was better than shitting my pants.
Hope that answers your questions
Do any of you Ladies have any true stories of you're selfs as little girls need to pee but not not being allowed to ? Like a car trip when you're mommy wouldn't pull-over or stop somewhere of what ever reason or in class and the teacher wouldn't let you go pee-pee forVincene
Drawing a crowd with my crap
This happened when I was in 6th grade. It was my first month of middle school and was my first time crapping at that school. The place was big with about 800 students and three grades. Although I peed at least once each day at school, my craps were usually on the list when I first got home. I don't know exactly why, but by the middle of the afternoon the bathrooms were badly in need to attention. Some toilets were clogged, a few had run over, some of the sinks were busted, and the holders of those toilet seat protectors were either jammed up or the papers were used up.
This one Friday afternoon I was on my third day without a crap and I was supposed to go to my friend Monique's house for a stay over. So I didn't want to take my constipation problems over there. I could feel the crap becoming more active in my gut and on the way out of the school I decided to stop by a small bathroom I had been passing in the music wing. I had finished off my afternoon can of soda and that usually makes it easier for me to go. So I walked into the unfamiliar bathroom. With four toilets, all of which were vacant, it was a third the size of the other ones. I figured I would have more privacy until I went into the first toilet, took my bag off, reached to the side panel and pulled off a seat protector, spread it out and put it over the seat. I took off my book bag, dropped my jeans to knee level, and carefully placed my butt down on the tissue paper.
That's when I reached for the privacy door to tip it shut and latch it. To the left. Nothing. To the right. Nothing. There was no evidence of a door ever being connected to the panels. I could feel my crap sliding down and about to emerge. It was really dumb but I bolted up and started to leave the cubicle to see if I should be finding a toilet with a door to my right. It was awkward because my feet were restrained by my clothing and the dumb set tissue was stuck to my butt as I moved toward eyesight of the next toilet. I was fully exposed as my eyes scanned the cubicles and could find no privacy door. Before I could process what was happening I could hear doors slamming, lots of multi-way conversations and it was obvious some kind of mob was coming fast.
I unfortunately froze. Just as a mob of girls were squeezing and arming their way into the bathroom, I could have been hit and shoved out of the way. They were noisy, gross and each was talking about her immediate need to pee. I staked my claim by throwing myself back onto my original toilet. The room literally filled within seconds and while they waited for toilets to become vacant, many of their eyes were on me. I was being terrorized as the first of my BM pieces hit the water. I got some splashback and when I looked between my legs, I found the crunched up toilet protector was actually filtering my crap. I stood, ripped it off my now sweaty bottom and tossed it on the floor. It was gross but from my seat is was obvious that at least one of my turds had rubbed by it. Several of the girls directly in front of me while waiting their turn for a seat were pointing, snickering and a couple of older students hurled some words at me that can't be repeated here.
All I could do was to sit, keep pushing my turds and stare down with my head between my legs. I could feel my tears drop onto my thighs as I sat. A couple of them tried to say something to me, but I blocked everything out and didn't look up. I learned later that this had been a music class that was returning from a field trip. Although it was interrupted and I was an emotional zombie, my extended sit which I think was about 15 minutes, enabled me to clear my bowels. After the room cleared and additional trash was thrown about (water from an overflowing sink reached my book bag), I was still shaking but did a good wipe. I flushed it, but sat back down for a short wee. That's normal for me when I'm nervous or upset. Then I noticed that my left shoe was stuck to that dumb seat tissue. Sure enough now I had my soft crap on my shoe.
It has been almost 20 years since my "walked in on" experience. I've gained a lot more confidence since then, but when I see those dumb seat tissues sometimes in bathrooms when I'm traveling, they bring back the bad memory. Me and most of my friends got away from using those tissues when we got to high school. I just don't see them much today. That's fine by me.Richie
whatever reason or anything of that nature. I was curious because I was on a car trip with my sister and my niece on a car trip recently involving my niece really having to pee and some point.
Shannon
Catherine
I have the silhouettes :) Those are what I bought to wear to bed.Steve A
Desperation at Work
While I was working the register at work today, I saw group of girls run past our store to Starbucks next door. However, since Starbucks was closed at the moment, they came into our store and were looking for a bathroom. I pointed to where our bathroom was and the group of girls ran to it.
They probably were driving around looking for an open place to use the bathroom, or they might've took a break after a long road trip as well.
Annie
Getting walked in on in School
Hello everyone,
Just wanted to tell a story of an embarrassing story in school a little while ago.
I was in my middle school bathroom needing to badly pee. As I pulled down my pants and underwear to my ankles, a girl walked in my cubicle! I forgot to lock it! She saw my hairy vagina and she was standing there in shock, and other girls walking by the bathroom also saw my exposed vagina as well! Out of shock myself for a little bit, I covered myself and begged her to close it, which she did but then another girl would open the stall as well which meant more girls saw my vagina! I could not show me face in school afterwards. So embarrassing!
Has anyone else gotten walked in before like that??Bianca
Hi Deb
Deb: I'm so sorry you had accidents with diarrhea. I hope you feel better soon! Speaking of diarrhea, I had a bit this morning. Unlike you, I have better control over mine internally, so I've not had any accidents. I bet eating some bananas might help that upset bowel of yours. Bananas are great for firming up your stool. My diarrhea in severity was manageable, and stopped without any treatments. I only tried medicine for diarrhea only once when it came during my period. Since that one time, I just let it pass. When playing with my air putty today, I remembered that it's green, and I can imagine that color is what a bad case of diarrhea looks like. To keep the putty in the right condition for forming shapes etc, I keep it in a cool place so the glue doesn't melt. I wish everyone a great day, and have fun pooping. Bye