skidmarked in Seattle
I guess I should answer the curious guy's survey as it's my "M.O." … probably most of you regulars know most of my answers .
Skidmark survey
1. When was the last time you got a skidmark in your underwear?
Let me look … yep right now ..
2. What type of underwear got the skid mark? Green Victoria Secret Pink Brand ( I know weird) boy short/ briefs panties
3. Did you have a full poop in your underwear? Noooooo
4. Did you prarie dog or have a partial poop in you underwear? No
5. Did you wipe with toilet paper? Yes
6. How do you decide your are done wiping? Well now that I think about it, I used to wipe until the paper was clean which I sometimes was up 10 wipes, then I would clog the toilet AND still get the skids.. so know I wipe until there is just a little brown left , about 4 wipes or less. Maybe I'll use a wet wipe or wipe until the tp is clean if I am wearing particularly fancy underwear at work or if I'm on a date with my husband
7. Do you clean yourself with anything besides a toilet paper? Sometimes wet wipes, but maybe only a few times a week
8. Why do you think do you got a skidmark last time? Lots a fiber, a big butt it's futile to get clean with dry toilet paper , especially at work with crappy toilet paper … and my husband thinks also that wiping standing who squishes some of the poop between my cheeks. He wipes sitting down and gets less skids than me
9. How many times a week or month do you get skidmarks ? 5-6 days a week
Tennis guy
Skidmark survey 1. When was the last time you got a skidmark in your underwear? Last weekend playing tennis for two hours
2. What type of underwear got the skid mark? Light green boxer briefs from American eagle
3. Did you have a full poop in your underwear? No
4. Did you prarie dog or have a partial poop in you underwear? No
5. Did you wipe with toilet paper? Yes
6. How do you decide your are done wiping? Until the paper is clean
7. Do you clean yourself with anything besides toilet paper? No
8. Why do you think do you got a skidmark last time? Probably some dinglebears mixed with sweat. I do have a hairy butt. D
9. How many times a week or month do you get skidmarks ? 3 times a week if I work out, once a month if I don't exercise .Stefanie
Survey Answers
1) Have you ever had to pee or poop so badly that you cut into a line in a public restroom?
Yes. One of those in the line of 3 was my mom. She lectured me pretty sternly about planning things ahead.
2) Have you ever let someone cut in front of you because they said they really needed to go?
Yes, this happened a couple of weeks ago with the girl I was babysitting.
3) Port-a-potty thoughts?
Yes, I've used them several times. I know they're dirty and smell but they are better than the alternative. Also, the privacy door is pretty tight.
4) Would you rather have diarrhea or be constipated?
If I'm a school, diarrhea isn't going to get me tardy time, but sitting for 20 or 30 minutes during class is.
5) Brand of toilet paper I prefer?
My parents bulk buy it and get the cheapest available. The worst are the cut squares we have at school. They are impossible to use.
6) Do you pee in the shower?
Yes. Each time it has been when I'm staying over at one of my friend's house. There's been a couple of dares involved too. Often they will be seated on the toilet crapping next to me.
7) Have you had a poop accident as an adult?
I'm 13 and in middle school. My grandpa lives with us and he jokes that you become an adult when you pay taxes for the first time.
8) Do you generally enjoy pooping?
Most of the time. But at school there are only a few toilets with privacy doors still on. It takes some getting used to sitting while the next user(s) are eyeing your every move.
9) Are you able to poop in a very crowded restroom?
Yes, but you have to show you are making progress or those waiting
for a toilet to open get restless.
10) Could you poop in a very crowded restroom where the stalls have no doors?
Yes. See 9.
11. If you poop once a day is there a particular time you poop?
Mostly mornings and often on my way to or at school. I come from a big family and there's usually not someone in our one bathroom.
12. Have you ever had a peeing contest with someone?
Yes several times. The best one was with the neighborhood boy named Titus.
13. Have you ever had a pooping contest with someone?
Yes, once or twice. It's hard to measure what grandpa calls the soft-serve crap.
14. Do you ever check on your progress why pooping?
Yes, but only if the toilet isn't auto-flush. I was really spooked by the surprise flush in one that mom and I used downtown several years ago. I halfway stood, looked between my legs into the bowl, and mom had to calm me down when the flusher blasted off. I got splashed too.
15. Have you ever taken a picture of your poop and shared it with anyone?
No. I'm not allowed to have a smart phone yet.
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Dean
Soccer Porta-Potties (response to Kristi and Curious Guy)
Both your stories about having to relieve yourselves before ballet and basketball reminded me about when I played co-ed soccer in middle school when I was 13-14 years old. This is from twenty years ago in 2001.
Before every game I always had to take a dump and blow out a ton of gas. I have IBS and I'm not sure if that was the reason I had to go before every game because at the time I didn't know I had IBS.
These soccer games were played outside the metropolitan city area so the 10 soccer fields only had one restroom building right in the middle. Players usually didn't use them because both bathrooms only had three toilets each and zero privacy with no stall walls or doors. The next best choice was using the three lined up porta-potties that were a few yards from every field.
About twenty minutes before every game I would disappear to a porta-potty and blow it up. The first game I had on this team though when I went to the porta-potty I noticed the two other porta-potties were taken. I didn't know who was in them but i had to go so bad that I didn't care. I sat down on the toilet seat and blasted three separate very long and loud farts one after another. I heard snickering in the next porta-potty which was the middle one. I could tell it was a girl from my team but I wasn't sure who.
When I finished I came out and noticed two girls from my team standing nearby. It was Ashley(a friend of mine from school) and Audrey who went to another school the next town over. They looked over to see who came out of the porta-potty and saw that it was me. I quickly figured out that they had both been in the other two porta-potties. Other than giggling at my farting I hadn't heard anything from them in their porta-potties so I wasn't sure if they just had to pee or also take a pre-game dump.
When I came out Ashley noticed it was me and said "Oh it's you Dean." Then she must have also noticed I was beet red from embarrassment and said "Sorry we were laughing. Are you okay?" I said, "Yeah I just get nervous before actual games and have to use the bathroom." Ashley said "Oh no problem same with us. Don't worry we won't tell anyone that you blow up a porta-potty before games." She said with a laugh while Audrey giggled. Then Audrey offered me some hand sanitizer from one of those little bottles. This was twenty years ago so those little hand sanitizers were very new and they didn't put them in porta potties yet. It's hard to believe but water free hand sanitizer weren't popular till the early 2000s and this story is from 2001 when I was 13 years old and in 7th grade so they were like brand new. The first time I used one was in 1999 when I was 11 years old.
From then on it became a ritual for me, Ashley, and Audrey to take up the three porta potties at the end of the field where we were playing on before every game. I soon realized they were both going #2 as well and were just naturally quiet other than a small fart here or there. I on the other hand always exploded with at least one large trumpet sounding fart which still made them giggle sometimes but they were sure to tell me it was okay and that they weren't offended. Audrey said she'd prefer I get it out of my system in a porta potty and play my best or else I might get what she called running farts which she said is the reason she started to go #2 before every game.
I would usually take a minute or two longer than them so they were always kind enough to wait and offer hand sanitizer and we would jog back to the field together to finish warming up. Out of the fourteen games we played we almost always had the porta potties to ourselves because most kids didn't like to use them and most of the guys would just run into the woods to pee. Before one game a guy from the team we were playing came up to use one. Ashley and Audrey were already done waiting for me a couple yards aways and I was having an especially gassy and loud session before this particular game. The guy from the other team walked up and heard me exploding with tons of gas. He started laughing and and punched the front door of my porta potty and was able to pull the door open. I don't know if he broke the lock or if I hadn't locked it correctly. He stood there laughing at me still farting up a storm until Audrey and Ashley came running up and pushed him away yelling "Cut it out jerk!". Ashley with wide eyes and a concerned look saw me sitting on the toilet seat still farting away with my soccer shorts and Fruit of the Loom white briefs underwear pulled down to my ankles and my hands covering my privates before she shut the door which was really embarrassing although I'd rather she saw me for a few seconds rather than the door stay open.
During the game we made sure to slide tackle the guy every chance we got. Luckily the door of the porta potties faced away from the field so no one else from our team or the other team saw what happened which would have been even more embarrassing.
Richard
Labor Day
My sister in law Jackie and I spent Labor Day at my cabin. If you remember we only have an outhouse. Jackie loves watching me poop and I love watching her poop.
She had a bad accident on her way to the outhouse. She was on her way outside and farted near the door. It wasn't a fart she had loose shorts on an blew liquid shit down both legs. I helped her get cleaned up.
Kristi I can't wait to read your camping stories.Kristi
Kazuko and company: THANK YOU! We love and appreciate your stories as well.
It is a wonderful thing to have a partner who you can trust completely. I am very lucky.
Skidmarked in Seattle Jenny: So Amber, my Maid of Honor, actually just volunteered to wipe me. I would not have been able to ask. But she's been my best friend since grade school and she was willing to take care of me. I have no idea how dirty I was. Couldn't see anything around my wedding dress. But I felt clean.
Curious Guy: Relieving yourself in a leotard is virtually impossible.
I'd simply take it off. The alternative is to try to pull the material to the side; that just doesn't work well. So I'd show up to recitals and even rehearsals early to give myself time to use the bathroom.
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So... camping weekend for Steve and me. This time we didn't do "primitive" camping. We were at a campsite with plenty of tents and campers. The campsite had restrooms and showers.
During a hike Saturday I considered taking a poop in the woods. We were about 3 miles from camp (it was a 7.2 mile trail that started and ended at our campsite.) I could either hold it for an hour or find a place off the trail.
I'm really good at pooping outdoors, and I enjoy doing it. But on this particular day I just decided that I'd prefer a toilet. So we hiked on and got back to the campsite.
Of course I immediately went to the ladies room. I took a very satisfying and very big dump. Not much pushing involved. Three good-sized logs came out of me and brought a tidal wave of relief.
This morning, I had to poop once again. There was a line of us waiting for the four stalls.
The girl right behind me (a pretty girl... probably early twenties, light brown hair) had been showing outward signs of desperation while we were in line.
By the time I was next in line for the next available stall, this girl asks, "Are you going number one or number two?"
I held up 2 fingers. She says, "Me too..." At this point she's clearly in desperate need to go. I need to go too, but I figured I could hold it better than she could.
Fortunately, two stall doors open up within seconds of each other. I take one and this girl takes the one right next to me.
I had to go fairly badly and took a nice big dump, but the girl in the next stall sounded like she hadn't gone in a week.
That's about all the news from me. Nothing really that interesting. I pissed on one of our hikes earlier today.
Love,
Kristi
James
An exam accident
Following on from the two accidents I recently described where the fact that someone else was in a worse predicament saved me from detection, here is the last example I can remember of this happening.
The background to this accident is that pooing myself during tests and exams at school was something I was always prone to, as I've mentioned before. This continued all the way through to exams in my late teens, as if my increasing control over my bowels was thwarted by the increasing seriousness of the exams, and the resulting anxiety. Usually these were quite small accidents - a couple of nuggets of firmer poo followed by me rushing to the toilet the minute the exam finished to let the rest out, or maybe a small blob of mush that could be wiped out of my pants. I had a few large, soft accidents as well, not least because I could focus better on the exam with messy pants than if I was both fighting to hold back the poo and worrying about it coming out.
The exam accidents themselves were not that different to some of the ones I've already described - sometimes a cork followed by a pile of cowpat-like mush, and at other times mush or slightly runny poo all the way (especially if I was particularly worried about the test) - and they happened all the way from our first 'exams' at age nine (really end-of-year tests, but they felt scary at the time). I never thought anyone knew about them at the time, although the friend that I wrote about in earlier posts did tell me later that he'd guessed that I'd pooed my pants during one of those tests because of the smell and the fact that I had rushed off home afterwards without stopping to talk to him (or anyone). Certainly, at least in primary school, I wasn't the only kid to have this problem - the classroom had a distinct poo smell during some tests when my own pants were perfectly clean, and I don't think it was just nervous farts.
This particular incident took place during our Y6 SATs at the end of primary school, a few weeks before the school residential trip that I already wrote about. These were the first 'serious' exams that any of us had done. They were still quite new back then, and it felt like doing badly would be a catastrophe. We were all super-nervous about them. During one of the tests (maybe maths - I can't remember clearly) I had a strong urge to poo from almost the beginning of the test, despite having made a point of going to the loo before we started. I was still holding on when one of the girls just in front of me put up her hand and asked if she could be excused. Unfortunately for her, another kid had just been escorted to the toilet by the teaching assistant (we couldn't go alone in case we tried to cheat), so she was told she would need to wait a couple of minutes.
Literally two minutes later, there was no sign of the TA, and the girl put her hand up again - sounding anxious, she said "Please, I really need to go right now" - the teacher was very apologetic but asked if she could hold on just a little longer. Whilst this was happening, my own need to go was getting stronger as well, and I was beginning to feel desperate - a poo that I was fairly sure was a 'cork' was pushing its way out, bit by bit, and holding on tight was only slowing it down, not stopping it. Even at that age I was still too shy to put my own hand up in front of the whole class though, and it was obvious that even if I did there would be quite a wait - and I didn't want to do badly in the exam because I was concentrating more on keeping my bum closed than on the questions.
Inevitably, and only a few seconds later, the poor girl dirtied her knickers. I could both hear and smell what happened from where I was sitting - it wasn't very loud, but I recognised the distinctive mix of quiet, wet farts and 'blop-blop' noises from some of my own accidents. Within a minute, the effort of trying to do the exam and hold my bum closed at the same time became too much for me too, and I remember the sense of resignation as I conceded the battle to hold on. The end of the cork poo slid out and was immediately followed by a mushy accident that spread around in my underwear as it came out - thankfully without any farting noises to give me away. I tried to lean forwards slightly as it happened, taking the weight off my bum, to stop the poo pushing hard into the cotton of my underwear, as I knew that might make it stain through. As I eased myself back again, I could feel the poo squishing around in my pants, but I was confident no-one could see anything. Fortunately the chairs had solid backs, so even if a bit of mush had escaped out of the waistband, it would have been hidden. Everyone could smell poo - people were covering their noses or wafting their hands in front of their faces - but it seemed that they all assumed it was from the girl in front of me alone. I managed to go undetected because no-one thought that two kids would have pooed themselves at almost exactly the same time, and I got back to concentrating on my exam answers. My classmate was crying a bit - I felt terribly sorry for her, but I needed to focus on the exam, and did so more easily for not having to concentrate on holding in a soft poo. The teaching assistant did come back less than a minute later, and the teacher beckoned to the girl that she could come forward, but she just shook her head slightly whilst keeping her eyes locked on her test paper. At the end of the exam, it was hometime, and of course she ran off towards her home without talking to anyone. Her yellow skirt was stained at the back - luckily for me I had dark trousers on, and my strategy of not trying to fight the poo once it was already coming out meant that there was no obvious stain on the outside. I remember really wishing I could have been brave enough to go and talk to the girl and tell her that things would be OK, but I was much too shy and too ashamed of my own accidents - remembering this now, I still feel a pang of guilt that I couldn't bring myself to act on the impulse to be empathic. Perhaps it would have earned me a new friend. In any case, she went to a different secondary school, so I didn't see much of her after that.
My own day of toilet problems wasn't quite done - as frequently happened, I pooed my pants again on the way home. Walking always made me need to go more, and the remaining poo overcame my ability to hold it in almost as soon as I was off the school grounds. I didn't really fight hard to keep it in once I was out of sight of anyone who might see me, because I was already messy. I distinctly remember the sensation of it leaving my body - warm and wet, and it came out in three quick pulses, in time with my footsteps, with a bubble of fart in-between. Each pulse felt like it went in a different direction around my underwear. I didn't push it out - it was still very much an accident, and it flowed out of its own accord. It was a bit messier than usual, in that quite a bit had escaped into the seat of my trousers by the time I got home, but I managed to clean myself up without further drama before my parents got back from work. Fortunately only a little bit went down my legs and none came out of my trouser bottoms.
The one time I did try to hold a soft poo in by keeping my full weight directly on my bottom was on the coach on the way to a school trip when I was about eight. I was left with an obvious brown stain on my trousers, and I also left a stain on the coach seat - it was one of the only times I was ever detected at school beyond the age of 6-7, and I was told off by the deputy head afterwards. It also didn't stop the accident - it felt horribly uncomfortable having the poo trying to come out but being blocked, and half of it oozed out anyway (including oozing through my pants, trousers and the coach seat). After all that, the rest immediately came out anyway the moment I stood up. This taught me that it was better to accept the inevitable and make room for the poo to come out once an accident was underway than to try and physically hold it in with my weight or a hand on my bum - which would also make my predicament incredibly obvious to anyone around me. Leaning forward in my seat during an accident (taking the weight with my elbows on the desk) would tend to make the poo stay around my bum, but might risk it going up my back if there was a very large amount and it was very mushy. On the other hand, leaning backwards (taking the weight with my feet) would make the poo go forwards and underneath me, which would leave more room for it but might risk a bit escaping around my legs into the seat of my trousers. I did tend to find that doing either would make me involuntarily tense my stomach muscles, which sometimes made the poo come out even faster, but at least it got it over with. Having an accident standing up was usually less stressful as I didn't really need to worry about where the poo was going to end up (other than that it was in my pants, when I'd have rather it went in the toilet!).
Bianca
Today's Story
After having ravioli for lunch with hot fries for desert, I had mushy poop. My poop had been soft earlier, but got a bit mushier then. I also had fun using one of our toilets as a way to dispose of some older air putty over the last 3 days, and I almost clogged it twice! Being a bit weird with toilets can be fun as long as you don't leave evidence behind, that's for sure. I was pretending that their was an imaginary kid in the room dropping poop balls in the toilet. Now, I'd like to tell you all about one of my favorite Rugrats episodes. The story is that Chuckie needs to learn to use the potty, but he's scared. He gets confused about if he needs to use it, and worse, Angelica tricks Chuckie by playing with a faucet. By turning it off and on, this is what causes the confusion in Chuckie being unsure about needing the potty. He even pees on the floor in front of the potty when he tries to make it. When he finally goes to use the potty with success near the end of the episode, Angelica comes out of her room crying out that she had an accident. So, Chuckie won the potty battle, and the mean Angelica peed the bed. Hope you enjoy. Bye.
Tom W
Replies
To James: I didn't realise the 48 hour rule was introduced so late. I'm in the UK and never saw this many accidents so it must have helped.
To Nia: At least your Grandma tried to help you. Yes you don't want to pull your pants down past your knees or you'll wee on them for sure. If you are more desperate the stream will be a bit more powerful which will help. Could you try pushing the last of your wee out fast to try and avoid it running down your butt?
Can your sister squat to pee and poop outside easily or does she struggle to? At least she has you to help her (I presume she's younger than you?)
Yeah I never pooped at school until I was in sixth form, so about 16 years old. I don't think I needed to go often to be honest as I always went at home before I went to school, but occassionally I felt the need to go and held it. It was always such a relief to get home and let it out. It's good you don't mind pooing at school. Some girls don't even like to wee at school and hold it in all day which isn't good for them.
To Celine: Eight hours is a long time to go without peeing. Did you not drink anything during the trip or were you drinking water? The relief must have felt amazing after holding it for so long.
To Hollyrae: So you peed more than Roxie? You see, I told you that you have a good bladder :) Especially if you drink a lot of water. No problem about giving you some advice, I'm pleased it's helping you.
Elphaba
Comment to Caro
I'm so happy that using the women's bathroom went so well for you. I'm transfeminine so I can appreciate how exciting it was for you; I remember after my first time I was literally shaking - half due to excitement and half out of anxiety. I couldn't actually believe that I had just done it especially as I had spent years going up to entrances to bathrooms so certain that this would be the time I did it only to lose my nerve and turn around. I hope one day in the near future gender-neutral bathrooms are the default but until then I wish you have many more successful visits to the bathroom(s) that make you feel the most comfortable.
Midwesterner
Survey Answers
I thought I would take the time to answer Steve and Kristi's survey. Once things settle down a bit on the work front, I'll share some more stories!
1. Have you ever had to go so badly (pee or poop or both) that you cut someone in a line for a public restroom? (Kristi: Yes. Steve: No)
I can't say I remember a particular time that I cut someone in line.
2. Have you ever let somebody cut in front of you because they said they really needed to go? (Kristi: Yes. Steve: Yes)
Yes, especially parents with younger kids. I like to show empathy towards people that may be in a worse situation than I am. I let my wife go ahead of me all the time if we are out somewhere.
3. Thoughts on port-a-potties? (Kristi: Hate them, but will use them if necessary. Steve: Not a big deal.)
My general thought on porta potties is that if there is another type of restroom available, I will probably use that instead, even if it's going behind a tree or machine or whatnot. But as far as porta potties go, the biggest factors that I consider when using one are the cleanliness, and the temperature outside (in hot weather, porta potties are miserable)! I used to be in the construction industry, so porta potties were fairly common, but I actually rarely used them on the jobsites, mainly because the jobsite porta potties were about the worst ones you could use. I have used them at different events and so on where they are cleaner, including for number two. I know this is a long drawn out answer, but I think the design of porta potties is flawed. The way the urinals are designed in such a tight corner in these units means pee is usually splashed all over the place. The dimension of porta potties is also very uncomfortable for my 6'4" self. I think they should make porta potties just a little bit larger in dimension, and then maybe have a separate type of urinal, which would reserve the actual porta potties for people sitting down. So in short, I try not to use porta potties, but I have.
4. Would you rather have diarrhea or be constipated? (Kristi: Diarrhea definitely. I hate being constipated. Steve: Constipated.)
As someone who has struggled with digestive issues, I'd rather be constipated. The reason being that I can at least go out and do things. It's not like diarrhea where I have to be worried about where toilets are going to be available.
5. Brand of toilet paper you prefer? (Kristi: Charmin Ultra-soft. It's gentle on the butthole and gets me clean. Steve: Doesn't care.) (During COVID we used whatever we could find.
I don't know that I have a particular brand that I like, but I like having something with more plies versus less plies.
[By the way, no poop for me tonight. But Steve needs to, so I'll trade seats with him!]
6. Do you pee in the shower? (Kristi and Steve: All the time.)
Yes
7. Have you had a poop accident as an adult? (Kristi and Steve: Yes, we both have.)
Surprisingly no, but as a kid I had them all the time. It was an extremely difficult thing to manage growing up.
8. Do you generally enjoy pooping? (Kristi: Of course! Steve: Don't love it, don't hate it.)
I'd say so. However, there are some times where it's inconvenient. I do love being able to relax on the toilet and take my time.
9. Are you able to poop in a very crowded restroom? (Kristi and Steve: Yes.)
Well I have done it before, so yes.
10. Could you poop in a busy restroom if the stalls had no doors? (Kristi: I don't think I'd have a problem. But I prefer a door. Steve: Yes.)
I can't say I've ever pooped in a public restroom with no doors. While I am very open around my wife, I don't have the same openness around strangers.
11. If you poop once a day, is there a particular time that you poop? (Kristi: I usually poop within 30 minutes of waking up. But often I'll poop again later in the day. Steve: I don't have a regular time.)
Sometimes my bowel issues lead me to poop at all different times, but if I'm feeling more normal, I usually poop sometime in the morning when I get up and sometime in the evening between dinner and bedtime.
12. Have you ever had a peeing contest with someone? (Kristi and Steve: Yes. With each other. And Kristi wins.)
Yes, with my wife.
13. Have you ever had a pooping contest with someone? (Kristi: Yes, with Steve... I always win. And once with my friend Amber. I won that one too. Steve: Yes, in a losing effort against Kristi.)
Yes, again with my wife.
14. Do you ever check on your "progress" while you're pooping (I.e. scootching forward or standing up to look at your poop in the toilet before you're done going? (Kristi: Yep! Steve: No.)
Most of the time no, but there have been a couple times I've done that.
15. Have you ever taken a picture of your poop and shared the picture with anyone? (Kristi: LOL. Yes I have. Steve knows all about that. Also a few of my girl friends. Steve: No. [That's a gender reversal if ever there was one!]
My wife and I have done it before.Imogen
long time - accident!
Hi everyone
I hope everyone is safe and well! I don't feel like I've posted in a long time but I guess I am not going out as much as I used to so less things to write about!
To anyone I've not met, I'm Imogen, I live in a large city in the UK where I moved for uni. Since I graduated I found a job in the same city and still live in a reasonably student-ish area. Now if I've had a drink or two I need to wee all the time and usually this ends in me squatting behind a bush, bin, tree, phone box etc on the way home. Like my friends used to laugh if I got home without needing a wee!
Anyway I had a couple of accidents recently. Well I don't know about accidents but close calls. My knickers certainly got wet but weren't flooded.
One of them was in a bit of an unusual situation! In the good weather last week I met up with some friends for a drink outside in the park. It was after work so we couldn't stay for long because we all had work the next day. I felt a slight need to wee but I was wearing a playsuit that you need to completely undress in to wee, so I didn't feel confident doing an outside wee in it if i could help it, I was only about 15 minutes from home so I set off walking. I was a bit worried if I'd make it but I managed to hold on, somehow, and got home feeling pleased with myself. I got into the flat and slammed my bag on the floor. Then I felt an itch - I think the hot weather had caused my hayfever to come on again - I really needed to sneeze. I knew this would be a disaster so I ran into the bathroom changing "don't-sneeze-don't-pee-don't-sneeze-don't" followed by a massive sneeze (by this point my black playsuit was around my waist) and the unmistakable feel of a dribble - a letting go, a spurt out, a hot feeling and then something dribbling down my inner leg. Aaaaaah! I tore my clothes down and threw myself onto the toilet and let go, it was so relieving. Underneath my playsuit I had purple knickers on and there was quite a wet spot over the middle. None had gone on the outside though! I had a hot shower and put the wet knickers in the wash. So close!!
Sunday, September 12, 2021
Kazuko, translator is Mina
Dear Kristi, Dear Steve
Kristi, I am same with you. When I was more younger, and had public performance of flute, always I had flutter stomach, many butterflies. Classmates were very accustom. "Kazu-chan, don't forget to go loo! You have a lots of time!" My mother not there, so I go to loo maybe 40 minutes before concert and I do and do and do and then I am OK. Everyone know what I am doing and sometimes come to concert hall loo and "Kazu-chan, which cubicle are you? Do lots and lots and lots! You have plenty time."
Love from Kazuko
Steve, you are so nice husband! (This is from us all four, not Kazu only.) Kristi is very lucky wife. We think many husband don't like when wife drop many huge log in loo. In Japan most husbands are so (but not Mina's father or brother, Mina say). They go far from loo, say Ewwww, Yeesh, of course Japanese equivalent of these words (it is "kusaï" or "kimoï"). We hope you have good time together not only in loo but also every other place. We hope you enjoy camp!! But be careful corona.
We hope you both notice that in Japan four girls think of you and hope you are happy always.
Love to everyone.
Kazuko Mina Hisae Maho
P.S. "kimoï" is little bit old fashion word now. "kusaï" is general word.
<Susie
Desperation & Bath Use
Hi again! Got another short one for you today.
So our house only has one bathroom, and if someone takes a while it generally leads to some queueing. Mum was having a particularly tough time earlier today going #2, and I'd been holding in a wee for hours at the time. I asked her to hurry up, but she told me to cross my legs and wait my turn!
I tried my best, but I leaked a bit into my knickers and told her if she didn't move over I'd pee on the floor. After some sighing she said I could use the bathtub, and while I wasn't keen at first my bladder made the choice for me xD
Soon I was squatting and weeing down the plughole as mum kept farting away on the loo. She really stunk the place out! But in the end, we both got the relief we needed :)
We agreed we wouldn't talk about it.. but posting here kind of breaks that rule x)Caro (They/Them)
The right toilet for the first time
Hi, I'm Caro, I wrote here some time ago. I'm non binary and which public toilet I use is something I did avoid. There are nearly no gender neutral bathrooms in Germany. I was at the local train station and I needed to pee, so I went to the toilets, which are pay toilets. I was super nervous, because I feel very uncomfortable and wrong. I needed to pee very urgently, but I waited for a moment when I could enter the bathroom alone, because it would be the first time using a bathroom labled women.
I went into the first stall and used some toiletpaper with sanitizer to clean the seat. I pulled my pants down ant sat on the toilet. The toilet seat was comfortable, even if it was made out of some polished stone. I peed for I don't know how long. I heard someone enter another stall. I sat there for a short time and felt euphoria. It was still new and unknown, but yes I was in the right bathroom. I was smiling to myself. When I was done I used some toiletpaper, pulled my pants up and went to the sinks (Another maybe scary moment). I did not need to flush because the toilet gets automaticaly flushed when the door is closed. When I took some paper towels to dry my hands the other stall opened ad a woman ame out. I don't know if she noticed me, se at least did not react to me, which was as ideal of a reaction i could hope for. I know for the most of you this may sound mondaine, but for this was an exciting experiance, which showed me the right bathroom, for situations without a gender neutral one.
Love Caro
Victoria and Robyn
Survey time!
Hey everybody!
We thought we'd do Kristi and Steve's survey today. Here are the answers!
1. Have you ever had to go so badly (pee or poop or both) that you cut someone in a line for a public restroom? (Robyn: Yes Victoria: Yes)
2. Have you ever let somebody cut in front of you because they said they really needed to go? (Robyn and Victoria: Yes)
3. Thoughts on port-a-potties? (Robyn: I try to avoid having them. Victoria: Any port in a storm.)
4. Would you rather have diarrhea or be constipated? (Robyn: Diarrhea. It hardly ever happens and when it does I'm over it in one load. Victoria: Constipated. I'd rather deal with plunging a toilet than have to worry about knowing where one is at all times.)
5. Brand of toilet paper you prefer? (Robyn: Quilted Northern in the blue pack. Victoria: Cottonelle in the purple pack. We can't agree about this and alternate between the two at both of our apartments.)
6. Do you pee in the shower? (Robyn and Victoria: Like all the hot girls.)
7. Have you had a poop accident as an adult? (Robyn and Victoria: Yes, we've both had full accidents.)
8. Do you generally enjoy pooping? (Robyn and Victoria: How'd you get that idea?)
9. Are you able to poop in a very crowded restroom? (Robyn: Yes Victoria: I've never minded company.)
10. Could you poop in a busy restroom if the stalls had no doors? (Robyn: If someone wants a sneaky peek they're welcome to try. Victoria: I'll use anything as long as it flushes and there's enough toilet paper.)
11. If you poop once a day, is there a particular time that you poop? (Robyn: Every morning, between about 8:30 and 11:00 AM. Victoria: IBS heeds to no schedule!)
12. Have you ever had a peeing contest with someone? (Robyn and Victoria: No)
13. Have you ever had a pooping contest with someone? (Robyn: No. Victoria: Undefeated, baybee.)
14. Do you ever check on your "progress" while you're pooping (I.e. scootching forward or standing up to look at your poop in the toilet before you're done going? (Robyn: Yes, if it felt like an unusually big one. Victoria: No. You don't go to a museum to see a painter's studies.
15. Have you ever taken a picture of your poop and shared the picture with anyone? (Robyn and Victoria: Both of us before we met, when we knew each other but it hadn't became romantic yet and now as a couple).
Mina, this is Robyn. She told me the truth so the panties are staying up for this one ;-)
Love to all,
Robyn and Victoria!
Emma two
I was talking to my next door neighbour and she was telling me about her night out with her boyfriend. They went for a meal and on the drive home she felt really sick and a few minutes later started to gag so her boyfriend stopped the car and my neighbour opened the door and leant out to be sick in the gutter. Only she wasn't sick. She had diarrhoea and it was coming out in her knickers. She quickly got out of the car and looked around for some bushes but there weren't any around and she just stood by the side of the road and pood herself. She said it was everywhere. It was running down her legs and up her back and even in the front of her knickers. Afterwards she had to sit on a plastic bag for the journey home. Her boyfriend gagged on the smell so he opened the front windows all the way down to get rid of the stench.
I told her I bet she won't be going back to that restaurant again and she said, "No way!"
Emma two
I had a stomach ache at work this morning and I was thinking about going to the toilet at break time but after half an hour of holding it I just had to go so I stood up and walked quickly to the toilets keeping my bottom clenched tightly. I made it just I'm time and as I was pulling my knickers down in felt it coming out. I threw myself onto the toilet and relaxed my bottom and instantly felt relief as liquid diarrhoea poured into the once pristine toilet. I looked in my knickers and I was surprised to see they were clean but my bottom certainly wasn't. When I finished messing up the toilet I flushed it before I wiped in case it got blocked and I had to wipe several times to get myself clean. I flushed the toilet again and it all went down but the toilet had a lot of poo streaks around the bowl. I was going to clean it with the brush but it was missing so I was forced to leave it which I felt bad about. I washed my hands thoroughly and returned to my desk and thankfully I had no more diarrhoea so I guess whatever upset my stomach was out of my system.
P>Hollyrae
Closed bathrooms for open house
Me and my friend Roxie grabbed our bookbags right when the dismissal bell rang the other day. We had about a 9 block walk over to her house and I suggested we stop down the hall to pee before we left the building. Each of the doors in and out of the large bathroom had been locked. I told a teacher walking in the hall and she said they had been specially cleaned and the principals wanted to keep them nice for that evening because it was open house night for parents. Roxie was especially offended by that and whispered to me that we should let go on the farther back staircase. She and I had just peed before our last class. It was actually about 1/2 a pee since the 1 minute warning bell rang and we had to cut it short and run to class.
Roxie suggested that we cut through a group of vacant lots as a shortcut. It was kind of scary because some of the weeds and junk are higher than our waists. There was a kinds of trash thrown about. Roxie almost hurt her ankle when she stepped on a half-busted up bowling ball and as I was stepping over a kitchen drawer filled with utensils.
My shoe partly stepped into an old plastic mixing cup. I called Roxie over and showed her it. This is how we could solve our disagreement. She teases me for having a small bladder and sometimes going 4 or 5 times a day at school. On the other hand, Roxie's by far a much bigger crapper than me, but it is easier to measure those. I couldn't believe that I actually held a measuring cup in my hand.
So we stumbled down this small hill that was cluttered to the max. Roxie jumped up on two concrete house-foundation building blocks and flipped off some cars honking on the street below. She and I had done group pees before and even a crap or two. But now we could accurately measure our pees. I told her she would sit on the top block, hold the cup between her legs and we would measure her pee. Probably because we were outside, with noise and dirt blowing on us, it took her longer to get her pee started. She fingered the start and did 4 ounces. Then she tossed it and I took the "seat." Almost immediately my warm, yellow pee passed the 1 cup mark. There were bubbles, caused I guess by how fast it was. Then I threw the cup aside after showing her how it measured out.
When we got to Roxie's house, her younger brother was already home and in the bathroom taking his crap. He holds it rather than going at school. Roxie argues with him about that but he's always been a 100% assXXXX!
To Tom W. You asked about peeing into the bottle. Yes it was difficult. It looked like the bottle had been emptied of a bit of motor oil for lawn mowers. My right hand got a work out in positioning the bottle. My stream was fast and I had to change its position a couple of times. I was lucky because I had my jean leg to wipe the pee on. Thanks for your advice about keeping my peeing needs and habits in perspective. Yes, I think I drink a lot more water than my friends who prefer the more expensive flavored drinks.
To Jonathan. Yes, I would like to hear about your childhood peeing experiences. I was 9 and peed when I feel off a skateboard and hit the cement hard. I was coming home from school and had a nice new dress on. I went into the really drab bathroom there and sat and cleaned myself.Bianca
In A Hurry
Hi everybody. My poop after dinner was in a hurry to come out. In fact, my bottom started rumbling just as I was sitting down on the loo. I can't say if this will always be a reaction when eating butter beans, but I'd have to say they really got the poop marching band in order, lol! My earlier poops were soft, but seemed normal as far as I know. Compared to my latest poop, they were easier to clean up. To Kristi: I'd have to say I could call a toilet the poop soup bowl especially since my dumps are loose a lot. Overall, today was nice, and one of the other best parts was when my Theraputty came earlier than expected. I had to pee badly then, so I ended up taking my package to my room afterwords. Speaking of pee, it was one of those days that I felt like peeing a lot. I'm happy I can enjoy one of my old childhood pleasures from school once again, because I hadn't played with theraputty in years. Being a sort of plastic silicone dough, I don't have to worry about it drying out if left in the open when I need the bathroom while playing with it. My favorite childhood activity in the bathroom was taking a bath. I don't remember if I said this, but I peed in the bathtub sometimes. Bye.
LEA
Anna from Austria: yes sure period poops are a thing lol! Usually I am constipated and bloateed befor & then have to poop often & a lot during the period, especially when I'm cramping. I asked my gynecologist and she explained that this is normal and frequent. It's allegedly because the hormones that make the uterus contract affect the bowels too!
So since you liked hearing about Zoey I remember another story. This was after the previous story so she was somewhat less shy. Also I hope it doesn't get so long like the previous one! So we were attending a lecture together in the late afternoon. Because the lecture was rather boring we drank a lot of coffee so we don't fall asleep! Sometime I smell some bad gas so I guess Zoey farted silently! Towards the end of the lecture she rubs her belly so I guess she will have to use the bathroom soon!
When the lecture is finished we go to the library together to study before track practice. She farts some more times so by now I am sure it is her & she'll definitely need to poop at some point. So after studying for a few minutes she stands up and says "I really have to go to the bathroom brb". I reply that I have to go too! So we go to a nearby bathroom. This bathroom has only two stalls so she takes the handicapped one. I hear her wiping the seat with some paper and sitting down. When she sits down she immediately lets a huge fart rip! I laugh and I say "Damn, that was a loud one!" Then she tells me that she had a burrito for lunch and that this makes her bloated.
I start peeing and I can hear Zoey unload! There are many crackling sounds coming from her stall. It sounds like she's passing many little loose turds! At the same time the place starts stinking big time! I say "That's foul, this burrito really didn't sit well with you!" and she replies that it never does!
By then I am done peeing & I wiped & went to the sink to wash my hands. Zoey is still going! I tell her that I'll go back to study but she says that she's in pain & whether I can help her? I say "Sure, that's ok" & she lets me into her stall. The stench is even worse in there!
I stroke her red hair & tell her it's alright. Then I rub her belly to help her go. She shits even more! Between her legs I can see that there is A LOT! After a while she feels done so she start wiping. It's a messy one and she has to wipe many times!
Then she pulls up her panties and yoga pants and flushes. The load doesn't go down and the water rises! I laugh and I say that it's not her fault because the flush is weak. We wonder whether we should wait to flush a second time but we don't want the water to overflow. We decide to leave because it's almost time to go to the practice. We wash our hands of course and leave the bathroom. Just as we leave the bathroom an Asian student enters the bathroom! We both giggle and leave fast since this bathroom is now trashed & it's somewhat embarrassing! We hope she does not want to use the handicapped stall.
During the practice I ask Zoey how she's doing now and she says yes a whole lot better!Mike
To Eileen
Hi its been a good while since we have spoken
How are things?
Have you had any good visits to the toilet
I seen your last post about your constipation I bet you were very relieved to finally empty your full bowels how big were your poos
Speak soon and share some stories soon
Mike xxxx
Eileen
Reply to Evan C
Hi Evan C , I really enjoyed your account of having to share an outhouse with your aunt . I t was a great story . Eileen .
Curious guy
Kristi-
I always wondered how girls pooped in ballet leotards. Maybe that's why its so hard to picture females pooping. How does that work with you performance outfits. I know its a silly question.
It basketball, everyone pooped before games and pulled their shorts down to their basketballs shoes. I wonder if we took for granted how easy that was. But man that locker room stunk before games, 10-12 guys blowing a the locker room restroom. I cannot imagine this for a ballet recital
Skidmark survey 1. When was the last time you got a skidmark in your underwear?
2. What type of underwear got the skid mark?
3. Did you have a full poop in your underwear?
4. Did you prarie dog or have a partial poop in you underwear?
5. Did you wipe with toilet paper?
6. How do you decide your are done wiping?
7. Do you clean yourself with anything besides toilet paper?
8. Why do you think do you got a skidmark last time?
9. How many times a week or month do you get skidmarks ?
Skidmarked in Seattle Jenny
Kristi-
I Pooped once before my wedding with the help of two of my bridesmaids holding up my dress. I was waaaaay tooooo shy to let my maid of honor wipe me, though I should have. I remember to this day I dropped two , and wiped ( 6 times but blindly) but I knew I had at least one more in me. My bridesmaids were soooo supportive and downplayed the event, but I was just in a hurry to move on. Thankfully I seldom have to sit and wait when I pooped and would have been so shy if I had to sit there with two people holding my dress.
Your wedding situation seems smarter than me as 1) you let your friend wipe you and 2 wearing black underwear. Krsti, I take you did not get skidmarks at your wedding or they were well hidden. Do you remember if you friend do a good job wiping? Honestly someone else wiping has the advantage of actually looking at what they clean as I assume most of us who wipe our own butts cannot see what we are cleaning.
So the incomplete poop haunted me until my reception. Even though I had a few drinks I was still embarrassed to poop again with help, so I managed to sneak off and poop alone. How a bride can do that at a reception I do not know, but probably I was not subtle as I thought. I struggle to get my dress up on my own and my white lace panties down. My bridesmaids and I all wore the same matching lace panties which I could barely see but I knew must have been skidmarked from my poor wiping job. I dropped a few more logs and felt relieved and empty, and pulled up my white lace underwear without wiping. Somehow I was able to forget about my unwiped butt and enjoyed my wedding reception until we got to the hotel room, where I threw my dirty pantie's under the bed before I showered. I meant to retrieve them before we check out but I forgot.
Any other bridesmaid and brides have any pooping adventureslogs
Friday, September 10, 2021
Kristi
RE: "Question for Kristi"
Hi!
My poops almost always start with a log or two. After that, I might have some smaller pieces.
But usually I drop a log immediately when I sit down, and it usually slides out with minimal effort (sometimes no effort at all).
I eat a lot of fiber; I think that's why I poop so easily and have such big ones.
And I call it the toilet. Pretty boring I guess!
Love,
Kristi
Kristi
RE: James' post
James,
Your post reminds me of when I did ballet in my early twenties.
I would get a nervous stomach a lot before a performance. Sometimes even during rehearsals. I put a lot of pressure on myself to perform well. And my stomach would often churn like crazy when I was nervous. Leading to a lot of pre-dance dumps. To the point where the other dancers knew where I usually was 10 minutes before I went on stage.
"Where's Kristi?"
"Taking her crap."
"Oh, right."
:)
Good times.
Love,
KristiSteve (Kristi's husband
Post about Kristi
So this is only my second or third post on here.
I've got the most amazing wife in the world.
Kristi is gorgeous, loving, supportive, and kind.
And she goes to the bathroom in front of me.
That's not why I love her. I love her because of who she is. The bathroom thing is just kind of a bonus. A gift she shares with me.
In our 3 years of marriage, she's gone from shyly using the toilet once every few weeks with me in the bathroom, to her texting me to tell me that she has to take a dump and asking if I want to watch (which I always do; unfortunately sometimes I'm at work).
So, these are some of my observations of Kristi that I've seen over the years. I'm wondering how many others here share the same traits.
1. So I will never understand how my thin wife, who doesn't eat a huge amount of food, poops so often, and how she takes such massive dumps. This girl might poop twice a day and both times she's depositing big logs. She eats a lot of fiber, so I guess that's why. But wow.
2. Kristi doesn't pee as often as I do, but when she does, she pees a lot. We've had two peeing contests in the shower in the last few weeks... she beat me easily both times.
3. Kristi says that the relief that comes with pooping is almost orgasmic. She showed me articles online about how this is somewhat normal and about how pooping triggers a nerve that releases endorphins.
4. When Kristi first sits down to poop, she leans her upper body forward. As soon as I hear her starting to poop, she leans back against the tank.
5. She rarely has to push. Must be that fiber. She says she "relaxes it out". She has the cutest look on her face when she is pushing, though.
6. After pooping, she wipes her backside first. Then she wipes from the front to wipe her pee, but she keeps wiping back to her butt with each wipe.
7. She's a PRO at going outside. I'm not at her level. She's good about digging a hole if she's pooping. Then she just pops a squat and effortlessly takes care of her business.
8. She's completely comfortable going in front of her girl friends, and completely comfortable going in public restrooms. She does hate Port-a-pottys, though.
9. She HATES being constipated. She doesn't like to ever go a day without pooping. There was a time where she was on pain meds, and she didn't go for a week. I was there for moral support when she was finally able to go, and it hurt her so much.
10. Kristi almost never uses any curse words. But if she's really, really desperate, she'll say "I have to take a shit." When she says that, it means she needs to go NOW.
11. Kristi sometimes likes to make herself "double desperate". Meaning she'll get to the point where she really needs to both pee and poop. She says that the feeling of doing both at the same time is extremely arousing to her.
12. She pees in the shower often. She also pees in the bathtub. Which is really nice if I'm in there with her.
13. Taking a bath helps her body relax; she often gets out of the tub to poop.
14. She often uses the shower or the bath AFTER she poops instead of wiping and washing her hands.
15. Her poop doesn't smell as much as other people's from what I've observed. Same with her farts. There are exceptions, though.