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Mistee

Stay over craps at the park
I think I was 10 or 11 when mom started letting me have a friend or two stay overnight. Our house was small, single bathroom, and I had a really obnoxious kid brother who loved to joke about the craps of my friends stinking him out of the house. Almost all my friends were critical of Christian because he and his friends almost never lifted the seat before they peed. My friend Sharma once forgot to look, sat in his splash, and grossly yelled out when she saw yellow liquid between her legs. Christian just laughed and tried to flip her a hand gesture that he got wrong.

So Sharma came up with the idea that when we needed the bathroom we would just walk a block and a half over to a park. Their bathrooms were open round-the-clock and me and Sharma enjoyed enjoyed the walks over there and the more private situation we had in using them. Mom just insisted on two things. We had to walk over there together. We had to wear shoes and that was something she never much enforced because we were often barefoot. The bathroom was really, really old. There were 5 toilets, each coming out of the floor, with piping on top of them and a chain you would reach up and pull on to get the toilet to flush. These toilets were higher than in our homes and the ones we used at school. When seated on them neither of us could reach the floor. There were no privacy panels. The seats were different from other public ones we used. There was no cut-out over the front. Each seat was also larger than normal. Sharma joked that we both could fit onto one. We were starting to try one afternoon when this lady came running in, dropped to the first toilet, and peed so hard into the water we were surprised she didn't get some splashback. The lady said she has had a harder time holding her beer since hitting 30. Me and Sharma thought that was funny.

Sharma and I used the toilets there 3 or 4 times a day. Each of us sat and flushed at the same time. Sharma, who weighed more than me, was a slow pooper who while she sat, also had a stronger pee stream than most of my friends. Some of the users previously I guess got bored as they sat constipated. While they sat they carved stuff in the seat between their legs. One of the holes was so big I could put my thumb in it. Also some gang signs were put over the mirrors and the far wall. The city painted over them, including something about a loitering law and a police number to call. One evening while Sharma and I were peeing, a little boy who had been crying came running in and asking for his mother. It took a couple of times to get rid of him. Both Sharma and I kicked at him as he continued to ask us if we had seen his mother. Since I was almost done peeing, I started to get down to push him out, but he ran out ahead of me.

Often by evening all the toilet paper would be gone. This high school girl in a bathing suit to kill for came in, confirmed with us that there was no toilet paper, and she went in the guys room behind us where she quickly got a partial roll of tp which she came back in with. She fumbled around a bit in getting it right, but eventually got the sheets of tp to stay on the seat. Then she dropped the bottom to her suit, went up on her toes, and awkwardly seated herself. She was halfway on and halfway off the paper. She said she had been holding the crap in until the end of her swim. It came out easily and she seemed to be relieved. She jumped down, had some toilet paper stuck to her butt, and did a couple of wipes with the paper that was stuck on her. Then Sharma leaned over to me and caused me to burst out laughing. Sharma called it 'wipe and chaining.'

Emma two

Desperate while on the phone
I was on the phone to an important client at work yesterday and the call went on for over an hour. I was desperate for a poo the whole time and by the time I got off the phone I was practically pooing myself. I had to clench tightly as I got up from my desk and I walked quickly to the toilets. When I got to the door it was blocked by the cleaners trolley and there was a sign sign saying MALE CLEANER IN ATTENDANCE, and I had to wait until he'd cleaned the ladies before I could go in. I returned to my desk and left it half an hour to give him time to finish cleaning the toilets. Well twenty minutes later I just couldn't hold it any longer and I had to go so I went back to the toilets and thankfully he'd gone and I ran in holding my bottom. I rushed into the nearest cubicle and as I pushed the door open it banged against the wall making it obvious that I was desperate to go. I closed the door and locked it and yanked my leggings and knickers down together and threw myself onto the toilet seat with a thump. I heard my co worker Lisa saying, "Someone is desperate!" and I was embarrassed especially when I started to go. My poo wasn't quite diarrhoea but it made a crackling sound as it came out and it stank. When I finished I looked in the toilet and I'd filled it. I wiped my bottom and flushed the toilet and everything went down but there were some big skid marks in the bottom of the toilet and I felt bad for her cleaner after as he'd only just cleaned it. I exited and washed my hands and returned to my desk and Lisa was sitting at the desk next to mine. I felt embarrassed when she asked me if I felt better and I said I did. The relief of it was worth the embarrassment though and I was just glad I didn't have an accident in my knickers because I was very close to it.

Mike

To Eileen
Hi hope you are OK long time since we have spoken hopefully you manage to get relief from your constipation with a big poo let me know how it goes speak soon xxxx

Tricky

Poop at the office
At an office I used to work at, the janitors all knew who I was because they were frequently catching me on the crapper when they'd try to clean the Mens' room. I'd poop at work 2-3 times a day at 7-10 minutes each time, as well as pee every hour or two, so it was inevitable that we'd cross paths, most often while I was sitting in the stall due to the length of time spent there.

The male cleaners would come in and clean while I was seated, and that didn't bother me much. I pooped in public places thousands of times by that point in Mens' rooms with others present. All of my male coworkers knew who I was by my shoes and they'd all heard me using the stall as well. I've also had work-related conversations with my supervisor while loudly blatting away in a stall.

However, most of the cleaners were women. About once or twice a month I'd get the dreaded opening of the Mens' room door followed by "Housekeeping" from one of the female cleaners while I had a log of crap hanging part-way out of my butt. I'd then have to respond "I'm in here." More than once they heard my farts/plops or me rolling the toilet paper while they opened the door to announce their need to enter. The cleaning ladies mostly had the courtesy not to come in(more on that in a later paragraph), but they would almost always be waiting outside the door when I'd exit, sometimes for 5-10 minutes, sometimes knocking on the door a second or third time to ask me if I was finished or when I'd be done. Often times, they'd clean the adjacent womens' room, and the noises between the two restrooms could be heard within each other because the noise traveled through the vent. So I'd hear the janitor cleaning the ladies' room while they could hear me plopping away.

On a few occasions, I caused a clog or left a bunch of smears all over the toilet bowl with the cleaning lady waiting outside, which I would apologize for.

One particular incident, I was interrupted in the Mens' room as I was dropping a massive 2 foot log as big around as my arm that got stuck in the toilet and wouldn't flush. She was waiting outside the door after I finished and I explained the toilet was clogged. She saw me in the parking garage later that day and started laughing. She knew I was the source. She started up a conversation on the subject of the office plumbing and I apologized for the clog and explained that I eat like a horse. It was probably hilarious to her given how thin I am. At the time, I looked like a skinny 15 year old kid even though I was more than 10 years older than that. She was understanding and non-judgemental, as said that my eating habits "explained a lot". She'd probably caught me on the crapper 15+ times by that point, and was always waiting outside by the door.

On one occasion I was interrupted while seated and she went to clean the Womens' room. I was loudly blasting away and it echoed about. I heard her exclaim "Madre de Dios!" from the adjacent Womens' room after I let out one particularly boisterous fart. My ordeal was not over. When I went to wipe, there was no toilet paper. I shimmied to the other stall with my pants down, and there was none there either. I sat and waited. She soon knocked on the door again to ask me when I'd be done, and I asked her for toilet paper. She came in and handed me some from below the stall partition, only to again be waiting outside the door after I was done. I thanked her.

Another time I got caught with no paper, and a different cleaning lady came in to hand me some, and had the courtesy to go to a different floor and avoid any awkwardness.

There was another cleaning lady who didn't speak English, an attractive 20-something foreigner, and more than once she came in and started cleaning while I was plopping away in a stall or standing at the urinal. That was awkward.

Some of my female coworkers heard me poop after we observed each other enter our respective restrooms at the same time(I heard them use the restroom as well for either function), due to the noise traveling through the vent between the two adjacent rooms.

On one occasion, an attractive female coworker and I saw each other enter our respective restrooms. I felt the wall mounted toilet move slightly when she sat on the one on the opposite side of the restroom wall, and we got to hear each other poop. We could even hear each other roll the toilet paper through the vent. Later that day, she started a conversation about the restroom noises traveling, and it was no mystery to each of us what the other did at the time. It was the source of many laughs.

Tricky

Re: Ponderosa
Defaeco, ergo sum.

(I shit, therefore I am.)

Rene Descartes may have uttered this at one point.

Thunder

Time on Toilet
Firstly some admin . I posted the other day "Public Private and Public Public Toilets ". That was from me , Thunder. The name did not come through. Today's topic is that I use to sit in the toilet , quickly push push plop plop , wipe and leave . Now when I frequent my favourite public toilet I sit there , look at the news feed, answer emails etc and the. I often get the feeling down below that s stool has moved into my rectum. I just relax and let it work it's way out . I am on the throne now for instead of a few minutes, maybe 15 to 20 minutes and it is great i do a bit of meditation too . I note that Mina spends time on the toilet and I am now doing same.

Steve A

Desperation At New Job + Question
After graduating college this past semester, I started a new job at a warehouse to make some more money after college. (when compared to my other jobs during college). Even though they told us that they're understanding and lenient about bathroom breaks in between our scheduled work for the day, they still expect us to get stuff done throughout our entire shift.

On my first official day of work (after training during the weekend), I developed a slight urge to poop, but I was in the middle of scanning and picking packages, so I decided to continue on. Later on, the urge got stronger and I decided that I'd use the bathroom after I finished up my scheduled work session for that time.

Once I dropped off my cart of packages, I walked to the nearest bathroom, which took me a bit of time since warehouse bathrooms are usually spread out throughout the entire building. Since I was pretty desperate to go at this point, it came out quickly and didn't take too long for me to go. I finished in about 10 minutes and went back to work.

Question: How strict or lenient is your job about bathroom breaks? If they are strict about bathroom usage, have you ever went against their policies due to a desperate emergency?

Abbie

Latest update
Hi everyone, sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've had loads on and just haven't got round to it! I'll share a story after a reply.
David P- fortunately I'm not too constipated at the moment so I'm finding it alot easier to go for a poo but when I start to suffer again I will definitely try your suggestion of pressing the skin between my bum, hopefully doing that will make it easier to get my poo to come out. I say when not if as I've been constipated on and off for ages so I know its only a matter of time before it comes back again, up till now the only thing that does help a bit when I'm struggling to have a poo is to raise my feet and pull my bum cheeks apart as I push but at least I've got something else to try now so thanks for that, I will let you know how it goes! I have also looked up the Bristol Stool Scale you mentioned and your absolutely right, I would say when I'm constipated my poos are usually number 2, sometimes even number 1 when its really bad.
Anyway, I do have a story to share, on Sunday night I went out with Lucy and Katie and Katie stayed over for the first time in ages which was great. We were walking back from the pub together when Katie said, "I'm bursting for a wee, I hope I can make it back in time!" Lucy and I had both used the loo in the pub before we left but Katie said she could wait until we got home, although I could tell she was now regretting that decision by the panicked look on her face! Typically by that point we were in the middle of a housing estate and there was absolutely nowhere private to squat down, so I said, "We're only about 5 minutes away, just try to hold it!" and Katie nodded, biting her lip. By the time we got back to my house she was squirming around and holding herself, she said, "Hurry up and get the door open Abs, I'm literally just about to wee my pants!" I got the door open as quickly as I could and let Katie go upstairs first, Lucy and I followed her up into my room. Before she had even got to the door of my ensuite she had pulled up her denim skirt to reveal some pink flowery knickers which were stuck right up her bum, she quickly tugged them down but not before Lucy had said, "Oh my God Katie, your knickers have like totally gone up your bum!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, at least there still dry!!" Katie replied as she sat on the loo with her knickers at her knees, she started to wee straight away, a loud hissing stream that fizzed into the loo, and she moaned with relief. "And yes, before you say anything I know I'm weeing like a horse, my bladder was literally just about to burst!" she said. Eventually Katies stream dribbled to a stop and she wiped her front before pulling up her knickers, letting down her skirt and coming back into my bedroom.
"Right, lets get ready for bed and watch a film!" I said, taking off my tee-shirt. Lucy took off her skirt and then her top, she said, "I need to have a wee now," and as she turned to walk into the ensuite I noticed her pale green knickers had gone up her bum too. As Katie took off her skirt she said, "Looks like I'm not the only one with my pants up my bum!" and Lucy turned round and poked her tongue out as Katie giggled, just then I took off my skirt, I was wearing white knickers which were stuck up my bum as well, I walked into my ensuite to see Lucy on the loo in the middle of her wee and Katie brushing her teeth. "I know my knickers are up my bum too before either of you say anything!" I said and they both started laughing. "Well to be honest I don't really mind if you two see me with my pants up my bum, the other day I went swimming and my swimsuit ended up giving me a massive wedgie and that was way more embarrassing!" said Katie.
"Oh my God, I hate it when that happens!!" said Lucy as she wiped and pulled up her knickers. "Right, my turn for a wee!" I said as I went over to the loo, I eased my knickers to my knees, sat down on the warm seat and started to wee a strong stream as Lucy joined Katie at the basin and started to brush her teeth. A few seconds later I felt my stream dribbling to a stop so I wiped my front, pulled up my knickers and went over to the basin to brush my teeth as well, by now Lucy and Katie were back in my room sitting on Lucys bed. After I'd finished doing my teeth I went back into my room, Lucy started to take off her bra, she said, "I'm just gonna wear my knickers in bed, its really warm in here!" Katie and I nodded, we both took our bras off too and got into bed and then I put on a film.
The next morning I woke up needing a wee, I noticed Lucy was still asleep and as I was only half awake myself I'd completely forgotten Katie was staying over. I got out of bed and went into my ensuite without bothering to put my bra on, I got the fright of my life when I saw Katie sitting on the loo, her knickers were round her thighs and luckily she wasn't wearing her bra either! I realised she was in the middle of having a wee as I heard her stream tinkling into the bowl.
"Oh God, I totally forgot you were staying over, sorry I haven't got my bra on!" I said, feeling myself going pink.
"Morning Abbie," said Katie, looking totally unfazed. "No worries, at least we're both topless!" she added. A few seconds later Katies stream dribbled to a stop and she took some loo roll, wiped and stood up, pulling her knickers up. She sat on the edge of the bath as I went over to the loo, dropped my knickers and sat on the warm seat, moaning as I was finally able to relax. A fierce stream soon started up and went on for a while before dribbling to a stop. I wiped, pulled up my knickers and washed my hands and then we both went back into the bedroom.
"Right, I'll go downstairs and make some toast," I said as Katie got back into bed. I put a tee-shirt on and went down to the kitchen. As I was making the toast I started to get a heavy feeling in my belly and realised I'd need a poo before long, luckily it was only a couple of days since I'd last been for a poo so I was hoping I wouldn't have too much trouble. I came back up with the toast a few minutes later, as I went into my room I saw the door of my ensuite was wide open and Lucy was on the loo with her knickers round her knees and without her bra on either! It sounded like she was having a massive wee and there was a huge look of relief on her face!! When she was done she came back into the room and we started to eat the toast. I noticed Katie was finding it hard to sit still, she kept shifting position on the bed so I guessed she might want a poo, a few minutes later she said, "I'm getting desperate for a poo, do you mind if I go?"
"I need to have a poo as well," I said, "But if your desperate you can go first, I don't need it too badly just yet!"
"Well- if your sure, I'm a bit constipated so it might take me a while!" Katie replied. She got out of bed and went into the ensuite, still topless. "Come on in so we can keep chatting," she called to Lucy and me so we followed her in and sat on the floor. Katie dropped her knickers and sat on the loo, after a few seconds she started to push and I heard some more wee spurting out, I could see she was having to bear down hard as she was screwing her face up and going red. "Sorry about this," she panted, "I've got the tip out but its getting really wide and its hard to keep it moving." She squeezed her thighs together, pulled her bum cheeks apart and continued to strain, making some loud grunts. After about another 5 minutes she said "Its coming faster now" and shortly after there was a plop and she moaned with relief. I started shifting about, my own need was getting worse and I could feel a massive poo trying to force my bum open. Katie was quite clearly working on her next log, I could see she was still straining and didn't seem close to being done, so I went over to the tap to get a drink to try to take my mind off my need, I could feel that my knickers had gone up my bum again so I pulled them down, I was pretty sure that the top of my bum would be showing but I didn't want to get skidmarks. Katie saw what I was doing and said "Sorry, I'll try not to be too much longer," and shortly after I heard a few plops close together followed by a sigh. "Right, I think I'm done," Katie said, "I'll wipe standing if you want so you can get on the loo straight away." She pulled the flush and I nodded gratefully, I was already waiting with my thumbs in my knickers ready to pull them down, so I quickly dropped them, sat on the loo and relaxed, at once I felt the tip poke out but then it got fatter so I knew I'd have to start pushing. Katie was standing next to me wiping her bottom, I shifted forward so she could throw the paper away then she pulled up her knickers and sat back on the edge of the bath. The massive log was creeping really slowly out of my bum as I pushed but luckily it wasn't too hard and dry so it was coming a lot easier than when I'm really constipated. With the next push I felt the log slide out further and knew I'd got the fattest part out. Not long after it splashed down in the bowl and I felt another log ready to come out, that one wasn't quite as fat so it came out with a few gentle pushes. After my second log had dropped I felt empty so I took some paper, wiped my bum and flushed before pulling up my knickers. "Do you need a poo Lucy?" asked Katie and Lucy shook her head, "No, I had one yesterday so it'll be a couple of days before I need another one!" We went back into my room and started to get dressed, Katie rummaged in her overnight bag, she said "I know I've got some clean pants in here somewhere!" In the meantime Lucy had taken off her knickers and put on some white ones, she started to put on her bra as I took off my t-shirt and went over to my underwear drawer to find some clean knickers too. Katie took out a pair of yellow knickers with pink and blue butterflies and pulled down the ones she was wearing, she quickly put on her clean ones and then put her bra on. While Lucy and Katie put their skirts on I changed my knickers, my clean ones were pale blue with pink and yellow flowers. I put on my bra and then finished getting dressed too. Hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!!

Iris

Reply to Rosalynne
*hugs* Thank you!

The paper-on-the-water suggestion was so good, I am amazed at how much quieter my pee was.

I will try not to get frustrated, I don't mind waiting so much I guess I just beat myself up for not being able to go as easily as my peers. I am sure it will come with time and practice. I would hate to have to sit on a toilet seat that was barely hanging on!

I don't think those in line were peeking on me while I was sat but I cannot shake the feeling that they were getting impatient, there was at least two attempts to push open the door despite the "occupied" sign showing on the lock. I am just glad it WAS locked.

I am back at school next week so I am going to try and pee in the main toilets again using the same technique as before and if I am feeling brave I will try crapping at school, but I think it will be at the quieter toilets elsewhere in the building. I will keep you updated.

When you say you could do a pee and crap in one sitting do you mean at the same time? Or do you mean you would pee and then later in the day you would crap?

Thank you,
Iris

Friday, June 04, 2021

Optional Dev
Mina, Kazuko, Maho, Hisae

Dear Mariko-san
Welcome to site! I translated your post for my crushes. When I translate "took a really massive poop" Kazuko said, "Aaaaaa!" and then tears on her face. We ask, "why you are tears?" and she said. "Because I'm happy! Really massive poop is better out than in! Mariko-san was lucky, not so difficult to clean because she did in loo!" Kazuko said, she hope that sometimes you sit on loo to "make sure" and then surprisingly take really massive poop. She wishes you a good luck from bottom of her heart. (This is not pun.)

I (Mina) and 2 other crushes also wish.

We think, you don't live Japan, because your English miles better than mine. Do you live Israel? Kazuko and Hisae are Japanese like you. I and Maho are Koreans but resident in Japan.

Victoria B.

Some quick responses
Hey!

Nothing too special today, just some replies to posts. They've been good lately, keep them up!

To Mina, Kazuko, Maho and Hisae: That's so sweet of you! We managed to avoid a porcelain explosion but as I was helping to get everything flushed Robyn gave me a few quick spanks for my trouble. We were happy to see your comment about wooden seats because we both love them as well! Robyn's parents are divorced and one of the guest bathrooms in her mom's house has one made out of ebony. It's one of the comfiest I've ever sat on and it looks so cool too! Can't wait to hear about Hisae's pinching!

To Arianna: Nice dump by your sister. I'd be proud of that one! Do you drop loads like that too?

To Beth: That's exactly what the bathrooms were like in my preschool/nursery school. No doors in front of any of the toilets, just the same partitions between the sit-down ones as the urinals and adults in and out all the time to make sure that everyone did what they came to do, remembered to wipe, flushed, and washed their hands. At that age nobody was self-conscious about it and it seemed perfectly normal. My subsequent bathroom anxiety began later in life.

See everybody soon!

Love,
Victoria!

A lovely poop.
I had the best dump the other day. I felt the need to go so I went to my bathroom and sat all the way at the edge of the toilet. A long poop slid right out of me and then suddenly uncontrollable farts and mushy poop splattered the bowl. when I eventually got up after having felt amazing having had uncontrollable gas on the toilet, I saw the long log leading into the darkness of the squishy poop and the explosion marks on the bowl of the toilet. I felt very proud of myself. it was nice to have a real dump for once.

I also wanted to say, it was nice to see a post from Arianna again and that I really miss Ms. Orthodontist and hope she posts again.

I love this place and all of you. I am hopefully going to start to eat more healthy in the coming months, so hopefully I will become a regular part of this community again.

happy dumping ya'll.

Rosalynne

Iris's Success
Hugs to Iris for her report!

You staked out the end stall and took it when it opened. I'm glad that the paper-on-the-water suggestion muffled the noise of your pee hitting the water.

Don't get frustrated with yourself about waiting 10 minutes or so to do your pee. It worked. Some of the seats in public bathrooms may not be as comfortable as what we sit on at home, but you will get use to it. At a concert at the Civic I had a seat that I deliberately didn't want to move or shift my weight on. It was hanging by one bolt.

Iris: As you sat, were those in line for the toilet peeking in on you?

Regarding crapping at school, I think that is a worthy next goal. An out of the way bathroom might be your best alternative to get started in. Chances are there will be a privacy door and toilet paper available.

Eventually by the time I got into junior high I found I could do both a pee and crap in one sitting, sometimes. I found the results to be double satisfying.

Wishes and love!

Anna from Austria

Least private toilet
The least private toilets I have encountered where the public toilets during my visit in the United states. At least from an Austrian point of view.

At least the toilets I have visit in my country so far offered a higher standard of privacy than the American ones. The gaps between the smalls if they exist at all are way smaller so can can just see the shoes if at all. Very often they are even completley enclosed. So you are completly shut of from your neighbor. At first I was schocked about the american way with big gaps between the stalls. Was hard to get used that other ladies could see my legs an even my panties.

Even the toilet itself is different. Most toilets in Austria have a try before the bodily waste goes into the water hole so easier to pee and poop silent. You can avoid the infamous plop when the poo hits the water. At first i was also quite schocked how loud my plops were.

Due to the openess of the stalls it also seems that the pooping smell is spread faster in the restroom than with the more enclosed Austrian Toilets.But that could be just my imagination.

At the end of my 3 weeks trips I got used to the new customes and it was not as embarrasing anymore as it was at the beginning. I just learned not to pull my panties down that far and that the plopping is just a natural sound when using that type of toilet. the American ladies in the toilets where also quite nice and never said anything about my sounds and the smell. And I very often I was not the only lady in the toilet doing my number 2.

It was also not my intension to bash the american restrooms. They offer less privacy than the Austrian ones but are not the worst. The worst would some toilets in China which have no doors and all and everybody can see you squatting.

I just heard of that type of toilets. Never used them so far because I have not been to china yet. Want to go in a few years when Covid is hopefully history.

That's it for today

Greetings from Austria

Anna

Bianca

Hi Mari
Mari, I'm sorry your incontinent, but I'm glad the pull ups work for you. I used to be mildly incontinent in the poop department, but luckily my medical problems were mild enough for me to outgrow that. Oftentimes I have poop consistencies like IBS, but I make it to the toilet just fine. In fact, my poop was diarrhea today twice. Due to that time of the month, wiping my bottom was extra messy. That's ok though, because wiping my bottom with baby wipes is fun. Sometimes I sniff the wipes first to inhale the clean aroma. Other than my 2 diarrhea spells, I had a great day shopping, playing with my sticky gooey air putty, and even did some loud farts later. Lol, my poops can be gross, and what I play with as well. I found some spicy pumpkin seeds, so I bet those will add a strong odor to my next poop. I'm so excited, I almost can't wait! Bye.

David P

responses
To Keci - thank you for responding to the survey. Always fun to hear what others produce. In answer to your question, I fear pooing in public as it is embarrassing, I hate people knowing that I am sitting and pooing. I have only done very rarely and will hold it often when not at home.
To Tricky - Nice stories, enjoyed reading your latest. Would not like pooing in front of three people, not even one other. It amazes me how people on here can do a poo in front of their friends in full plop/splosh sound glory. You state that everyone does these functions, I know everyone poos but it is not enough to convince me to poo in public or with others around. The idea that everyone poos has fascinated me for years, how we never talk about it and act like we never do it, yet even the young pretty girls/women can spend ages straining out a big log. And not be shamed talking about it online.
To Arianna: Very good story, both you and your sister can make big poops. How fascinating. Seems like your sister likes the entertainment of sharing with you her creations.
To Ponderosa: How I see it is if a poo breaks up then it is still one turd. Only multiple turds if you push out more than one turd.

Wednesday, June 02, 2021

Eileen
Hi everyone . I've been constipated for 4 days . I've been sat here on the toilet for the last 25 minutes trying to get something out but I'm not having any movement at all . I can't sit here much longer tonight . Have to try again in the morning . Thanks everyone , Eileen .

Re Elvia, tricky
ELVIA Public toilet privacy is basically non existant. Everybody sits right next to another divided by a thin stall wall and gaps above and below. Sounds are not covered ever so what people perceive as privacy is basically not really very private.

Just imagine being a toilet lady sitting next to the toilets for a 7 hour shift. They have seen and heard it all...

TRICKY such a shame your story was denied. What did the other people in the room say when they saw you dump right in front of them? Were they disgusted? Did somebody else use that toilet that evening? Did you meet those people again afterwards?
Poor people, the smell must have been torrid! Poor you as well of course...

It fascinates me to no end, I often wonder when I'm out in public if person x or y is a shameful or shameless pooper in public facilities. I am very shameful, I used to hold it sometimes for days when I was away from home. These days I can go but I still make sure nobody sees me entering or exiting the toilet stall.

Dom

How to make friends and influence people . . .
Hi everyone!

I've read this forum on and off for the past few years and enjoyed it, but this is the first time I've posted anything to it.

When I was about seven, my auntie took me and my younger sister to visit a posh friend of hers out in the country. It was a long bus ride, and before too long I wanted to go to the loo. Thinking that we were going straight to my auntie's friend's house when we got off the bus, I didn't say anything but just hoped for the best. Imagine my dismay when I found that first of all we were meeting her and her family in the local park for a picnic! I told my auntie several times that I really needed the toilet (I was too embarrassed to say I wanted a poo, which I did by then), but she just said there weren't any toilets nearby and I'd just have to wait until we got to her friend's house afterwards.

After what seemed like ages we finally arrived there, but by then I was so desperate that I simply couldn't hang on any longer. Auntie's friend realised that this was an emergency, and she showed me upstairs to her bathroom straight away, but as I was getting my pants down the pain became unbearable - and I just exploded all over the place! The beautiful white bathroom looked as though Pablo Picasso had run amok in it with a pot of brown paint!

Needless to say my auntie was furious with me, although her friend was much more understanding. Afterwards we went home on the bus with my dirty clothes wrapped up in a plastic bag (fortunately they didn't smell too much, and I was wearing a long coat that day). When we got back to my auntie's house she made me put on one of her sweaters and a pair of her knickers (both of them so big that you could have camped out in them!) to go home in. My sister thought it was hilarious, but I've never felt so ashamed in my life!

I thought I was going to get into awful trouble when we finally got home, but Mum and Dad were lovely about it. (I think they knew very well whose fault it really was, but of course they wouldn't say anything to us kids.) Anyway I had a nice hot bath and some of my favourite baked beans on toast for supper, and I went to bed feeling warm and comfortable and realising once again just what a lovely family I had.

Public Private and. Public Public Toilets
I have a trio of stories. The first is the house of. My long departed in laws . The toilet was next to the kitchen but the story does not stop there. Any sounds in the toilet seemed to be amplified throughout the house, such were the accustics of the building . The house was something of a dump. Going to the toilet there was public, not private . Where we slept was not too far from the toilet and our morning alarm was a loud and amplified thunderous fart from the mother in law that occurred early every morning. The second story of the trilogy wax a few days ago I was at an office and needed a wee. It was obvious the cleaner was in there but he was cleaning a cubicle so we were out of each other's sight. I walked up to the trough and there was this loud scream! It turned out the cleaner was not a " he" but a " she." The poor cleaner nearly had a heart attack and I nearly wet my pants with shock. The third and final story is right now I am sitting in my favourite public toilet and I have just pushed out a big, hard and stubborn stool. I was very vocal but there's no one here .

Mariko

Solid poop accident in my pull-up...
So, long time reader, first time poster, etc! Hi! I'm Mari, I'm Japanese/Jewish/white, 5'5", and I wear pull-ups because I'm almost completely urinary incontinent and also have IBS. I probably should wear full diapers, but I'm disabled and my hands don't work well enough to alwyas be able to do the tapes.

Usually, if I have poop accidents, it's diarrhea, or at least more liquidy than noermal. Or I at least get warning and it's my own fault for trying to hold it instead of running to the potty right away. Not today, though. I was laying on bed, coloring and I'd actually just gone tinkle in the potty and hadn't felt like I needed to do anything else, when all of a sudden my ???? pushed and I totally filled up the back of my pull-up with solid poop! Of course, I had a wetting accident then too, since I always pee when I poop. It made a really big bulge that i could even see through my shorts. I waddled to the bathroom, and on my way my ???? gave another push and I added even more mess to the pile in my pants. Luckily nothing leaked. While I was cleaning up though, I couldn't hold my bladder and I tinkled down my legs, so i had to clean that, too. Once I was clean and I'd dumped the poop from the pull-up into the potty, I sat down to make sure I was finished and surprisingly took a really massive poop, especially considering how much I'd done in my pants! Once I was done, I put on a clean pull-up and pulled my shorts back on and went to take a nap. Of course, I wetted in my fresh pull-up while I was sleeping..

Ponderosa
Cogito, ergo crapo

(I think, therefore I shit).

Discuss.
Mina
Dear Heidi,
We too are happy that you got a lots of responses! We will be happy to read about your nice time on loo for 3 hours to do your homework. We hope you can drop many beautiful turds with doing homework.
I think Japan is us only, but there is Anny in Taiwan, Thunder in Australia, Anna In Canada and another Anna in Austria, Gerald in Ghana (where are you Gerald???) Juliette in France (where are you Juliette???) and also some people in Netherlands. And many people from UK and USA. So very international site!

Kazuko said with groan, why Japanese people always so busy! She want to sit on loo 3 hours and do and do and do!! But Japanese is too busy to do that. (But she sometimes stay half an hour or more, she has very productive bottom.)

Dear Victoria, and Robyn,
I am really relief. I was so scared and I cried long time. I like to draw and Maho too so we want to draw picture of porcelain of loo pieces all over floor with many turds and Beyonce (a.k.a. Victoria) sweeping up broken porcelain with Kate Winslet (a.k.a.Robyn) and they are kissing to each other with sweeping. And many stars all over wall because of explosion. And some of turds heart shape to represent passionate love of you two. And big box with beautiful new loo in corner of room.

And thank you for explain about pinch a bakery. At first, I thought, why you say Hisae? Because professional pincher in this flat is Maho. Perhaps I don't understand well but I seem that pinch means do difficult motion, and Hisae usually have easy time. But after her birthday party, Hisae too was pinch, so maybe you are a correct. And maybe you are a psychic. I don't tell that story today because I want to write other things. But I made memo, so I can tell story soon. Brandon T, please read my story. My last story, you didn't read, I think, when I saw names of many people who give story in your list, and my name not there, I shocked. We love you so don't forget us.

Dear Brian,

Can you tell us correct way to count turds? If I do big one and it break up four pieces, is it one turd or four turds? I ask because you ask Heidi how many turds she do.

Dear Louise and Andrea,

I surprised, because you are in UK but you said Bathroom. I thought, Bathroom with bathtub and loo is in America not UK. When I was Wales, that is now ancient history, my host family's house had 3 loos and two bathrooms, but all separate. One loo was part of house but access was from garden. Actually I and my friends hate bathroom include loo. Because we don't like to see loo when we are in bathtub. We love loo and we love bathtub, but in our thinking they are separate.

You write about wooden loo seat, that is so lovely memory!! My bottom can still feel wonderful wooden loo seat of house in Wales. Downstairs loo and garden loo had wooden seat, but upstairs loo had plastic seat. I said to host mother, wooden loo seat is so good feeling, Japanese loo seat is plastic! She said, if you love so much, stay there long time as you like. (She already know that I stay long time because I need to produce huge number of turds before finish.) I said to her, when I sit on wooden seat and think of sweet lovely host mother for 20 or 30 minutes, I feel I am in the paradise. Then she give me huge hug and many strong kisses. I am envy you, you can sit on wooden loo seat long time with bare bottom. So lovely feeling!!!

Sorry, I have written many many things. You all yawn well?? But I am also sleepy now, so I tell you Hisae birthday story next time. She said, why I wait so long to tell toiletstool site, and spank me. So maybe I wait some days, because I like spank! But I don't wait too long, because I love toiletstool site people. My crushes also love.

A lot of love to all of you.

Mina and 3 crushes

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Arianna
Heidi: Hi! My sister and I have a lot in common with you. She both take huge dumps and poop with the door open. We push out logs out though so it doesn't take so long and it still feels good either way. I'm 20, she's 18. We're both 5'7 with dirty blonde hair. I'm 180 pounds and she's 160.

She poops usually every day, and I poop twice a day, about 10-20 minutes each time. My bedroom is at the end of the hallway, and the bathroom and her bedroom are right outside it, across from each other.
I have a decent view of the toilet from my bed and from hers you can look right at it.

A couple days ago she came home from taking a walk, took her shoes off in her room and then went and sat on the toilet. The way she was leaning back, I could only see her ankles and her feet. I could smell them a bit, too. Hers are bad like mine. We said hey but that was it. A moment later I heard her grunting. Pretty loud with gasps and sighs. Usually she isn't that loud.

"Big one?" I asked.
"Yeah, come sit on my bed, she gasped.

I got up and went in her room where her converse were and where her feet were just across the hallway and now it stunk.

"Check this out." She opened her legs and as usual I was amazed. A gigantic log. So thick I don't know how it fit, dark brown and about 6 inches out of her ass. Her face was flushed so I knew she was enjoying it and not in pain, so I just left her to it while I looked at my phone. But my curiosity got the better of me and I looked back at her. She had a big skidmark in her white panties. Typical. I watched for the next couple minutes as she pushed out the giant turd. When it ended she moaned and caught her breath. After a couple minutes she started to gently squeeze out a turd about 2 inches thick, grunting and letting go when it was about a foot long. She did this twice more over the next minute. Then after another short wait she pushed out one more long log and sighed.

The smell was really strong at this point. She got up, pulled up her panties and looked into the full toilet while she stuffed her butt into her jeans. Most of the logs were sticking up out of the water. It didn't seem like the toilet was gonna flush, but it did anyway. The giant log went down and a couple of the footlong ones broke. After 2 more flushes all the poop was down. I chatted in her room with her for a while after and the area around the bathroom stunk for hours.

Iris

I did it!
Yesterday was my last day at school before the half term break and my last opportunity to overcome my shyness before having a week off. So at my morning break I did something I have been actively avoiding for the last five years, I walked into the very busy girls toilets. I took the end stall after waiting for it to become available and placed some toilet paper on top of the water, pulled down my clothes and sat...and sat... and sat.

The five minute warning bell sounded and I admitted defeat. I really wanted to stay on the toilet and pee but I didn't want to be late for class either. I flushed anyway and left my stall feeling a little upset. My third period was only an hour long and I made sure to drink plenty of water during it. I wanted to give myself every chance possible to pee. I paced myself slightly to avoid getting too full too soon but towards the end of the lesson I was feeling positively jiggly. I'd have to find a bathroom no matter what.

Attempt two - Like before I had to wait for one of the end stalls to become unoccupied and hearing the other girls peeing on the other side of the doors was making me desperate. I quickly closed the door behind me, put some toilet paper in the bowl and sat down fully expecting to start peeing from how desperate I felt. and....nothing. I felt like I was going to wet myself while waiting and once I was on the toilet, I couldn't pee! I closed my eyes and paid close attention to all the girls using the stall next to me. Hearing them peeing was making me increasingly desperate moments before, maybe it would work again. It kinda worked? Over the next 10 or 15 minutes I was feeling even increasingly desperate until it finally happened...

My eyes literally filled with tears as the floodgates opened beneath me. I was doing it! What followed must have been the most enjoyable pee of my life. It came fast and freely with only a faint patter from the tissue below. I felt like part of the club, a big girl, an adult. Time seemed to stop still and everything vanished around me, I could only focus on what I was doing. I was peeing while around lots of other people! When I finished I wiped and flushed and left my stall. I wanted to hug someone I was so happy, I wanted to tell everyone what I had just done.

I'm still not feeling brave enough to have a crap at school but I really want to now.

Tricky

Re: Least private bathroom you've ever used
I tried to post a story about using a toilet in an apartment with 3 other people in the room. The apartment was a single room, with a toilet near the corner between a small shower basin and a sink. There was nothing covering the toilet. Maybe the story was too long or something(I got it down to 2 pages and tried to post a 2nd time) or perhaps it was rejected because it involved drug/alcohol use, but in summary I had to take an emergency poop and did so in front of 3 people, who got to see everything, including the wiping.

I've also used the following types of restrooms:

-urinated in urinal troughs at rest stops, fairs, parks, campgrounds, ect. with other people in the restroom
-urinated in outdoor urinals in view of everyone nearby
-urinated or defecated in either unisex restrooms or Mens' restrooms with the opposite sex present with normal urinals/stalls configuration
-defecated in doorless stalls at a bus station, parks, a formerly attended school, rest areas, a gas station, and other locations in view of other people in the room
-defecated in restrooms with short stalls where I was visible from the torso up as I sat in high school as well as at a truck stop, a department store, a restaurant, and a highway rest stop in view of other people in the room
-used completely open toilets with no stalls in parks and was walked in on by other people while defecating, including in one instance by a woman looking for toilet paper, which I handed her some while a giant turd was loudly pushing itself part-way out while my pants were at my upper legs
-and there's the outdoors

Up until my late 20s, I used to get embarrassed using public restrooms of any sort, but generally used them anyway. I dislike the possibility of being subject to voyeurism by perverts, which has happened on multiple occasions, or being bullied as was a possibility while in middle school or high school, and have always cherished privacy since it just makes everything easier. I could pee anywhere since unless someone went out of their way all they'd see is my back, and I could poop as long as I had some sort of coverage even if it was just a stall with a door, or even a short half-stall that only covered my lower half, since no one actually saw anything but my face and feet, but the noises I made were still a source of embarrassment. I deliberately would avoid using doorless stalls or open toilets. I would hold in a poop if I came across doorless stall or open toilets, until I had enough emergency situations as a result of doing just that to where avoiding the use of these facilities forced me into great discomfort OR even resulted in me defecating outside to avoid filling my pants. After enough of those incidents, I started using these sorts of no privacy facilities without hesitation if there was a need to and if that is what presented itself upon entering the restroom, even if there were other people in the room and I could have held it. I eat a lot and holding it in is courting disaster. I often clog toilets even when I don't hold it in, and tend to take 3-4 large bowel movements a day as the result of eating 10-15 lbs of food a day AND burning all the calories off with exercise and a fast metabolism. I'm still only about 135-140 lbs in spite of eating calories like a 300 lb lardass. By the time I started using doorless stalls and open toilets without shame, thousands of people had heard me defecate in public restrooms before seeing me leave or after seeing me enter a stall, and I'd been intruded upon by cleaning ladies a number of times or had the opposite sex present in the restroom, and had also been heard by many others while defecating in residential or single-person restrooms, so it wasn't nearly as embarrassing as it would have been when I was younger.

Now I can poop anywhere, in front of or near anyone. It's rather liberating to be able to poop with impunity, with no fear of judgment. I don't get embarrassed anymore, even if the situation may be awkward(it's mostly a courtesy issue, given that others don't want to be subjected to whatever foul aromas or any viscerally repulsive visuals I create while performing such acts, as I do not like seeing/hearing others do the same thing. But I can accept it if necessary, since everyone performs these functions). I can go anywhere now.

Victoria B.

Walked in on
Hey!

I'm back to tell the story of last Friday. Like I said, this grocery store has a strange effect on me. I have not made it out of there without having to pinch a loaf and not the kind from the bakery section either. This was no exception to the pattern and the urge hit me while I was still on the way there. I'd already done a pile of soft serve earlier that day but here I was, about five minutes from pooping my jeans!

There was time to spare when I made inside but since I knew the layout of the place-and that the bathrooms were about as far from the entrance as the floor plan allowed-I decided to go in that direction right away. Not even bothering to pick out a cart I took my shopping bags and led my full behind to the hallway beneath the sign saying RESTROOMS where I noticed that both of the identical unisex bathrooms were open for [my] business. The choice was made easier by knowing that I needed to press 2. I opted to fill the vacancy further down the hall and leave the first one open.

On my way I got a sharp knock on my own rear door and hurried inside, locking the door for then and frantically hanging my bags on the hooks on its backside. I didn't even bother getting into position in front of the toilet in the black, ecru, white and taupe-tiled bathroom before I unbuttoned and unzipped my green jeans and then hooked my thumbs into the wide waistband of my orange boyshorts to bring them both down to slightly below cheek level.

This was a precautionary lead-up to the fart I let go of after grabbing a seat cover from the dispenser and bending over to put it into position on the white seat of what Robyn calls the "open-faced" toilet mounted to the opposite wall. The last fifteen months have broken habits dating back to when I was potty trained and I've become a little more hesitant about sitting down bare-bottomed in a public bathroom.

Once that was done and I was seated my bladder let go first, issuing a stream that tinkled as it made its way from out of my vulva to the water below. While I peed I lowered my jeans and panties to a more comfortable level at my calves and, after the last few warm drops of pee had made their way out of me, slid forward on the seat.

When I was diagnosed with IBS I was told how to correct my pooping posture when there wasn't a footstool available: by moving myself towards the front of the seat it's easier for me to raise my knees above the level of my hips and relax my puborectalis muscle, making it so that my body has an easier time letting go of my BMs. When I'm like that I can also use my bend over and use my hands to gently press against my large intestine to take more pressure off of the business end and move it higher up in my gut.

In this position a gentle push was all that was needed to make my bum dome. My log crowned and kept me open for the duration of its exit, finally breaking off with the kind of soft thud that I recognized from years of baking big loaves. A zipper fart opened me back up and as soon as it finished a second poop crowned and widened me to a full dome before it landed with a plop. I let slip a pleasured sigh from the warmth and tingles I felt between my buns and could not restrain myself from a full moan as load of creamy soft-serve curled its way out after another push. I caught my breath before dropping some more and then I was done.

From past experience and the reassurance of the plunger standing right next to the toilet brush left of where I was sitting I knew that this wouldn't have to be a two-flusher and that I could get on with doing the paperwork. I unrolled and folded a handful of toilet paper from the metallic holder that was situated in front of where the brush and plunger stood and wiped my vulva with it to make sure I was dry from my pee before sorting things out to the rear. A bigger handful made a first and then a second front-to-back pass between me before it was dropped and replaced with freshly unrolled paper. Using both hands I reeled off a final length and when it passed through me clean I stood up, wiped to cleanliness and confidence again.

Normally I prefer to flush sitting down but the huge mound of poop, paper plus the used seat cover that would be joining them in the bowl made discretion the better part of valor. I pulled up my boyshorts to customary level and once that was done I used a foot to flush. That brought me to a good news/bad news situation: on one hand there was no sign of a clog or a raised water level but on the other there was still some poop left over. Suddenly, just as I was about to flush a second time the door burst open! The lock must have been broken and because of that a total stranger got to see me deal with an uncooperative toilet wearing only my panties from the waist down!

I glared, knowing full well that the lock indicated whether or not the bathroom was empty on the other side of the door. "Please knock next time," I said, as terse as it could be put to my unwanted intruder. In reply they quickly apologized and closed the door. Once I was alone again it was time to give the toilet some dessert. A second flush cleared the bowl and with it any skidmarks. It was finally time to finish getting dressed. Once that was done I washed my hands, getting them soaped and keeping them under the hot water for thirty seconds and then drying them off with paper towels. Once I'd grabbed my bags from the hooks on the door I left, seeing no sign of my mystery guest in the hallway. So much the better as it was at last time for me to go shopping.

That's all for today and I willsee you again soon!

Love,
Victoria

Deb

Sunday Accidents
Hello, my name is Deb.

It's been about a month, I think, since my last accident and unfortunately it came to and end in Sunday, yesterday, as I write this.

My husband and I woke up a few minutes before 7am. Our daughter woke up at 7:30. We had some fruit and then went downstairs to workout together. We did a 45 minute strength training routine while our daughter played on her tablet.

After we were done our workout, I had a quick shower while my husband made us a nice post-workout breakfast of eggs, vegan sausage and avocados and some coffee to go with it. I got dressed in a navy skirt/shorts thing that I found a while ago. It's not quite a skort, but more of a skirt with boyshorts underneath. I also wore a pair of pink cotton hipster panties, a matching pink bra and tank top.

After breakfast I decided to take out daughter for a walk while my husband cleaned up and had his shower. The walk that we were doing takes us about a half an hour, but only because my daughter can't walk as fast as I can. Anyway, about 10 minutes into our walk I started having cramps. A few minutes later I cramped up really bad and felt my bowels drop. We were half way through our walk so there was no point in turning back. We turned a corner to one of the busier streets in our neighbourhood and I really needed a toilet. I said to my daughter, "Okay honey, let's get walking." She said, "Okay mummy, let's go." Then it happened, I started pooping my pants. It was only a little bit, but it was really soft and mushy and I just couldn't hold it. We turned another corner to the road that leads to our street and I pooped some more. I moaned when it happened and desperately tried to get my daughter to walk faster. I couldn't pick her up to hurry because if I did I would have lost everything in my pants. That fate however was already decided. I stopped walking and with a very audible fart, I totally filled my panties with a soft load of mushy diarrhea. It spread all through my panties in a matter of seconds. I pooped so much in such a short time that it started leaking into the boyshorts of my skirt. The rest of the walk was terrible as I kept letting out more diarrhea and the wetness was swishing around my panties and leaking through my clothes. We finally got home but my husband was still in the shower. I had to wait about 15 minutes before he was done in the bathroom.

When he saw me he said, "Are you okay? What's wrong?" I said, "I started feeling really sick during our walk. I had diarrhea and was sick in my panties." He said, "Oh Deb, I'm sorry." I then got back in the shower and got cleaned up. My panties were a total disaster and were filled from front to the waistband in the back. My skirt had a good amount of diarrhea in them as well.

When I was done my shower I sat in the toilet to let out some more diarrhea. As I was wiping I discovered that my period had started. It was very light so I put on a regular Always ultra thin pad, the ones in the yellow packaging, into my bikini panties. I wore a pair of dark tan capri pants and the tank top I had on earlier.

After our daughter's nap, we went out to Walmart for a few things. I went to the washroom before we left. My period was still really light and I didn't have to change my pad.

All hell broke loose for me as we were walking around Walmart. I felt a gush of blood soak into my pad. It wasn't a big one, but I could tell that my period was starting. A few minutes later I had another gush and then another which totally filled my pad. I said to my husband, "I need the ladies room, like right now." He said, "Oh, okay. Are you feeling sick again?" I said, "No, but I just got my period and I need to change my pad." I was bleeding really heavily by now and felt like I was leaking. I said, "I think I'm bleeding through my pants." He discreetly looked at my bum and I could tell by the look on his face that I had had an accident. He shook his head and said, "Yeah, it's pretty bad." I got to the ladies room and looked in the mirror to see a very noticeable stain through the bum of my pants in the shape of my pad. I went into a stall and when I pulled down my pants and panties, I saw how bad it was. My pad was completely soaked all over. I had also leaked between the legs of my pants. It was a really bad leak. I took the soaked pad from my panties and put on an extra heavy overnight maxi pad that I had in my purse. Sadly I didn't have a jacket or anything to tie around my waist, so my very noticeable accident was in full view of everyone to see. I tried to keep my hands behind me holding my purse in order to hide it.

We finally got home and I changed my pants and panties again and cleaned up the ones that I had stained. My period is still really heavy today and I made sure to pack plenty of maxi pads and extra clothes in case I bleed through my pants again. So far so good!

That's all for now. Thanks for reading!

Deb

reply to elvia
Elvia, the least private bathroom I used were the ones in schools during the 80's and 90's. Toilets without stall doors were the norm. There were some bathrooms without stalls just toilets in a row and there were some doorless stalls that made the occupant visible to those in the hallway when the door to the bathroom would open.

Adam

Very satisfying
I woke up around 7.30 by myself today (no alarm). I made a really nice breakfast with scones, te, and honeydew. After I really a vague urge. I usually feel a really strong urge. I then realized I completely forgot to poop yesteday, I guess I never got any urges and never thought about it. I can normally go 1-2 days without a poop without problems, but it soon become clear it was going to be difficult this time. I sat on the toilet and farted a few times. After a while I started to open up back there and I felt a really hard and dry motion coming. It stretched me really good and it felt really nice. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. The keep stretching me and after a while the pleasant sensation of pain/pleasure shifted over to mostly pain as a few very hard and small pebbles started dropping out. I just sat there without pushing and just tried to kind of "take it". It felt like a really long time, but probably wasn't. Finally the driest parts had passed and dropped below me and the rest came much easier, but still felt on my sore ring. I wiped with some wet paper to get really clean and put some soothing cream on. It's been an awesome day so far ever since! :)

Hope you all have good and satisfying bowel movements. All the best.

Michael W.

A Long Sit on the Toilet
Hi everyone. I'm back and I've enjoyed reading everybody's stories on this forum. To Heidi, Andrea, and Louise. I also like sitting on the toilet for long periods of time. I am currently sitting on the toilet right now. I have been here for 2 hours now. All I did was read my Kane Chronicles book while I eat on the throne. I enjoyed every minute of this. Well I think I'm gonna read one more chapter in my book and then I'm gonna call it a night. So bye for now and Happy Pooping Everyone.

Beth

Elvia RE: Least private bathroom
The least private bathroom I've EVER used was the bathroom at my primary school. It was attached to the classroom, and there was no privacy whatsoever. Unisex, entrance door propped open, no doors on the stalls. Well, they weren't so much stalls as they were very short dividers between the toilets, which just barely shielded the view of your bum and torso from the person sitting on the toilet next to you. Of course, once they stood, they'd be able to see all that, rendering the dividers basically useless. Not only were there no doors and barely any partitions, the staff also would frequently walk in there to check on students using the bathroom. I don't remember feeling particularly embarrassed about using those bathrooms. I guess the bathroom shame didn't kick in for me until a few years later. But in retrospect, I couldn't imagine using the toilet that exposed willingly.

The least private bathroom I've used as an adult was the bathroom at this Korean restaurant I used to like (it has since closed). There were only four stalls, three normal, one big. The normal ones had normal doors, and were mostly private. The big one, nobody ever used. Mostly because it had saloon style doors, a big gap between them, and no lock. In addition, the toilet was far enough from the doors, that you couldn't do anything about it if someone pushed the doors open, thereby exposing you to everyone in the bathroom, or, if the door was propped open, everyone in that corner of the restaurant. With my luck being what it is, I often found myself in that stall, and even when someone wasn't walking in on me, I still felt really embarrassed, exposed and vulnerable, sitting there where pretty much anyone could see me with my pants down.

Sherryl

To Audrey
Hey Audrey. Was just wondering if you had seen my story I posted about my parking lot poop that you had requested? I also wonder if you have had any chance to poop outside yet this summer? I'm outside pooping right now as I write this. I forgot my wipes but it's okay, there's leaves on the trees now so that will do just fine. Oh man this is a big poo poo. LoL. You got any good stories to share?

Well, time to wipe. Happy potty time.

Sherryl

Jazz

Been awhile
Hello everyone it's me Jazz. Its been awhile since my last post and I wanted to share what happened today. I had a MAJOR stomach ache, was on and off the toilet all afternoon. The first time I had to go my poop felt like a rock stuck in my butt, it hurt so I pushed and pushed but only little droppings came out. Not even 20 minutes later I was rushing to the bathroom. This time a lot more poo came out and it was more chunky and liquidy. The third time was the most painful, I was straining and grunting as my butthole poked out. This poop was bigger and harder. It stung my hole as it slid out, I almost wanted to cry. But when it was over I felt much better. Bye

Anon

Least private toilet
Bus stop, China: The "toilet" consisted of an area you could walk, a raised (some inches) barrier and the area to deposit your waste. No flushing system. One for men, one for women. No doors, just a doorway. One (I didn't notice which) was in a position you could see into it from inside the bust stop.

In the men's the solid deposits were obviously urgent situations.

Keci

Parents & Public Bathrooms
This is my first post, although my boyfriend (Curious) Cody posts regularly. We've been living together for nearly five years and we have found that we are pretty far apart when you compare how we were raised and taught about using bathrooms away from home.

Cody was taught that bowel movements should be planned and done at home; my parents raised me on a when-you-gotta go you-gotta go philosophy so by the age of 5 I was regularly crapping at places from my school and the park and library and airport since we had a lot of relatives fly in for visits. I was taught to wipe from the seat, but the biggest problem with that is that I wasn't that nimble in hanging onto the toilet paper at first. Then mom showed me that there wasn't anything wrong with using my two hands. Practice without mom looking over my shoulder helped me master it. Cody's mom regularly insisted on taking him into the ladies room until he was 8. She ridiculed him about not having done his bathroom responsibility before leaving home and put down others using the facilities as losers. He came close to messing in his clothing because she insisted that she 1) wipe down and then 2) paper the seat before he could sit down. Cody was 8 when his father interceded and called it child abuse. Only then was Cody able to go in on his own and do his thing independently. When he was 9 and 10 and a while longer he was picked on at school because he didn't have the experience and confidence of his classmates. He said a couple of the students would put him down because once or twice a week his mom would call the school and excuse his tardy until after he crapped at home.

I have a couple of related items:

For David P--why do you fear going in public?

Answers for David P's questions

1. How often you you poo? Usually daily
2. Is your poo consistent? Often soft or hard, sometime knobbly
3. How do you poo on the ? I sit forward and concentrate on pushing it out.
4. Do you have to push? Sometimes yes, but just a little.
5. Would you say your poo smells bad? Yes, so sometimes I will flush in the middle of a larger poo.
6. Do you read on the toilet? Yes, I usually take my phone out.

For C:

I wholeheartedly agree with you. Bathroom independence starting at a very young age, perhaps as young as 4, is imperative to proper development. Having to grab your parents out of an adult activity to assist you in the bathroom must have been horrific. What did your peers say in their reaction?

P>Monika B.
So I finally broke and used the restroom at work. Work has been very stressful because we've been shorthanded, and something happened that hasn't happened to me since before lockdown: I got asked to stay a couple extra hours. Now, I've made it through 8 hour shifts before without using the restroom, several times in fact. But I was prepared for an 8 hour shift. That day, I already really needed to pee halfway through my shift. There was no way I could hold it for another 5 hours. I was planning to, but for some reason, the urge was painful. So yeah, I just gave in and went on my lunch break. That was the most relieving pee ever. It wasn't a big deal. I'm fully vaccinated now, so I feel okay doing this. I was really afraid I'd get a UTI or something.

Also, the past few days, I've been taking gigantic, very satisfying dumps every single day. Like, it practically fills the bowl up to the water line. The other day, I had to use a plunger. I was laughing ngl. I have been eating more ???? and more in general, but jeez. I don't eat meat and have very little dairy, so I'm not sure if that is why. I also eat a lot of dark chocolate and drink a lot of black coffee (and plenty of water... people often forget that being dehydrated can affect your bowels as well).

Monday, May 31, 2021

Elvia

Least private bathroom you've ever used?
I was wondering if anyone had any stories/insight onto how much privacy minimum a bathroom needs before they're willing to use it.

Years ago, I visited family of mine in Central America. Their home had its toilet and sink in a little room at the end of a three way hallway that had a sheet hanging in the doorway. It covered the entire doorway and went down to about a foot off the ground, but it was REALLY thin.

So if someone rushed past it-and there were a lot of kids in the house so they did-it would swoosh and move and you'd be exposed. I learned to grab a handful of it while I was seated to keep it from moving.

Audrey
Marie: I meant that I only announce when I'm not pooing on the floor, sorry. Any more stories? How about going outside?
Maddy, good to see that your back.

Rosalynne

Midnight Crap
Some years ago I babysat for Justin, who had a bad family situation. It was so bad that my dad insisted that I not take their checks, only cash.

So now 5 years later, Justin and I have become friends. I'm able to help him with his homework and I'm kind of a stabilizer in his life. His step-dad is always mad about something. For the last few weeks he's been called a "big shitting moron." See he doesn't like to crap at school. By holding it in he collects a bigger load that jams the toilet drain in the apartment. The building is really old and Justin gets blamed each time the toilet flusher doesn't work or the toilet clogs. I don't think that should be put on him.

So the other night he texted me at 1 a.m. when I was finishing my homework and asked me to walk over to the park with him. Its only 3 blocks, but I had suggested using the 24/7 park bathroom as a short-term remedy. So I walked over to his place and he was sitting on the stairs kind of in pain. He wanted to ride his bike over, but I told him that would almost guarantee a mess in his pants.

As we walked toward the light of the park bathroom, Justin asked that I come in to keep him company. I had done that for him a couple of times when he was younger and being bullied by others about wearing underwear different from the other boys, plus some other dumb things he had done. We walked into the men's bathroom which had 3 toilets, none with a privacy door. He was starting to pull his clothing down, I pointed out that each of the seats was dripping with piss. Also there was no toilet paper. He didn't resist my suggestion that we go around to the ladies' side.

As we walked in the ladies' side, the smell was a lot better. Softball players really mess the other side up. Justin moved past me into the middle toilet that also lacked a privacy door. He dropped his jeans and red dotted boxers to his feet and thudded himself onto the seat. I noticed a large birthmark on his right inner thigh. The unit between his legs was also pretty small and it and his birthmark were among the reasons he had gotten picked on and bullied in grade school. Another dumb thing was he was also dropping his clothing all the way to the floor.

Justin put his hands on his knees, pushed his legs in a bit, threw his heat down to his knees and started a massive push. I forced him to upright himself, take a couple of deep breaths and give the crap time to start sliding out. He looks scared and forceful and with sweat dripping down, he tries to force it out. I was lucky to have jeans on. I took the seat immediately behind them and with my arms, hands and occasionally, a little kiss to the back of his head, told him to take it slow and calm down. It worked. Within a minute, there were three quick splashes in the bowl.

Within about 30 seconds, he said he could feel the big one coming. Now I started to repeat, "slow slide, slow slide" and I added some humor that he wouldn't need a tardy check in two minutes if he was late to class. By doing less pushing, the crap was coming down naturally. I didn't say anything, but he was also getting a boner. He looked down between his legs and I think he could partially see the head of a huge piece emerging. I encouraged him again and again to sit still and use the in and out routine. I could tell that the size of the log was probably causing him some pain. After he twice said he was done, I had him stand. I looked between my legs then and could see a piece as large as 2 fat bananas. I was surprised that his 13-year-old system could have held that much.

Justin helped me stand up. He immediately grabbed for toilet paper to begin his wipe. Since almost all the toilets at our two schools are without full privacy doors, I stopped him from wiping on the stand. He did it with two fists of toilet paper. He was pulling his jeans up when I showed him a trick that my grandma had taught me years ago. By using his left foot and with his weight straight down on the flusher, there was a better chance all of it would go down and without a clog.
That worked, although there was a big streak left on the sides of the toilet bowl.

When I got Justin back to his apartment he final remarks was that his hole wasn't as sore as usual, but that his system sure felt good.

Victoria and Robyn

Responses
Hey it's Robyn! We're typing this on Victoria's computer. I just wanted to say hi before I go use the facilities and now I'll turn it over to Victoria. Wish me luck!

Victoria here! After one fart too many I ordered Robyn to go take a big dump. She's in my ensuite now but while I'm still here I have a few responses.

To Beth and Anna from Austria: I literally got walked in on less than three hours ago. Next time I'll tell the story.

To Mina, Maho, Kazuko and Hisae: Nope, we're still together. I wrote that on a sad day and should have worded it more clearly.

Do you remember when we talked about the Mariko Aoki phenomenon? There's a new place that has the same effect on me and it's a grocery store. I've needed to do motions each of the last three times I've been there! The most recent, earlier today, was also the time I got walked in on.

Robyn is putting on quite a performance over in the bathroom and I'd better go check on her before she blows up my toilet and we have to sweep up cracked pieces of porcelain. Until next time!

Love,
Victoria and Robyn

David P

Still Pooing
Hello everyone. I saw another David on here so put a surname letter. I tried to post a story before but it never made it.

First some follow up questions and comments:
Jasmin K: Been reading your wonderful stories, you sound so very backed up and that red pipe you describe, been there done that years ago. No longer get it but was a pain.

Abbie: Missing your stories, when you do come back did you ever try those suggestions I said about pressing your skin between your bum to help u poo? I hope it helped. I use that trick many times, works a lot but sometimes like this week not always. Also I am curious, have you ever seen a thing called the Bristol Stool Scale? Please tell us what your type usually is. Sounds to me like your usual poo is a type 2 and when you then say the next one is softer it is a type 3. Is this correct? Nothing wrong with a type 3, type 2 is said to be constipation but if a type 2 does not hurt you then it should be ok.

Ok so here goes with my update story and hope it gets posted. This week has been a little odd pooing wise. I usually go every two or three days but this week I have had the urge daily all this week, but has been less satisfying then going less regularly. When I have go poo this week I have had the urge first thing which is just some small lumps, later in the day I go again and poo a bigger lumpy knobbly log about 5 inch and feel better. A couple of times I had a bigger poo around six inch and soft like a type 4 on the stool scale but still feel like I need to go later on in the day. At night I get an urge to open my bowels again and sit and strain as my stomach is feeling like it needs to go but nothing than a small hard lump comes out even if I had a long soft poo earlier on. I am confused how I can in the morning have a soft long poo and by night feel bloated and only push a hard lump all in the same day? Any ideas why this is? I have a fear of doing a poo in public so have been holding it this week at work so maybe that is causing it.
Bye for now

Lilly

To Maddy
Hey Maddy! Thank you so much for replying, it sounded interesting how you took the Imodium tablets and let it work!

In my last question, I was actually referring to the time when you ate 2 bars of LAXATIVE chocolates. I remember you saying that you got uncontrollable runs after eating them. Could you please tell me about that experience? How long did you have the runs after taking the laxative chocolate bars, and did anyone know what happened? Thanks.

GingerBaked

Accidents as a kid
Long time reader, first time poster! I'm a 24 year old male from mid-west America. I'm about 240, but not in bad shape.
When I was a kid, I was very accident prone. I was on various different meds for ADHD, and some of them really upset my stomach.
The first major accident I remember was at 5. I was playing hide and seek with some kids at the park in my Grandparents apartment complex. I was hiding behind some bushes, and my stomach started to cramp. Figuring it was only gas, i pushed. Boy, was I wrong. Mushy poop exploded into my briefs, filling them to the brim! I remember sprinting to my grandparents apartment, crying like a baby! I do remember, after that, i developed a fascination with diarrhea accidents that sticks with me to this day. Lol

Emma two

Dream poo
To Jay:

I occasionally have dreams about pooing. My last one I can remember was couple of months ago. I dreamed that I was walking around the shops in town and I was busting for a poo. I didn't want to use a public toilet and I decided to do it in my knickers. It felt amazing and I filled my knickers as well as my jeans with a huge load. No one seemed to notice what I'd done and as I was walking home I couldn't work out how I got away with it. When I got home Sarah let me in and I told her I'd had an accident in my knickers. She asked me if I needed any help cleaning myself up and I said she could if she could handle the smell. She said she couldn't smell anything and I realised my knickers and jeans were totally clean. I woke up at that point and I did have to go so so I went to the toilet and pood a normal load and I had a nice wee.

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