Gemma
High school friend Jess
My friend Jess at high school actually wasn't my friend for the first year, in fact we were completely the opposite. I thought she was really stuck up and looked down at everyone, she had her gang around school and bullied everyone. Anyway we both were in ballet school together so ended up traveling on trips together and she would have a go at any of the group who dared to poop while we were away, I was always poop shy anyway and I wouldn't even go at home if someone was on the same floor as the bathroom so didn't really affect me as I just wouldn't go while away.
She used to share rooms with another girl, Becca, while we were away and I used to share with my friend joanne who was also best friends with Becca. One trip we were away for the week, I think it was Easter week or something, performing. Mid way through the week we got back to the hotel and were getting ready for bed and Jess came banging on our door and we let her in, she was really upset, I sorta asked what was wrong and Jess announced Becca was in the bathroom pooping with no thought for her and now she won't be able to sleep in there. Joanne was like we all have to do it, this enraged Jess even more, she shouted that she doesn't and it's so gross people do. Well it ended up Joanne and Jess swapped rooms as Jess would not stay in the room with Becca that night.
Well the next trip away Jess told (she never asked) that she was going to share rooms with me because Becca couldn't be trusted. Anyway this was 2 weeks in the summer, well first week we performed and spent the days practicing. We got to the Monday of the second week and unusually for Jess she was really quiet all day, even more snappy with everyone than normal. We were getting changed to perform and both I and Jess went for a wee and there was a locked stall in there already, Jess never said a word which was really unusual, she didn't even want to wait to see who it was and have a go at them. I thought it unusual, Jess really wasn't herself, well we performed and got back to the hotel. Well Jess grabbed me straight off the bus and said she needed me to come straight to the room, when we got into the room she locked the door and shut all the curtains. I asked her if everything was ok to which she replied no, she had a stomach ache and she needed to sleep it off, she'd be ok in the morning so we got ready for bed. While changing she stopped sucking her stomach in until she realised I'd seen her then she ohh what's the use, I need to go home. I asked if I should get one of the adults to which she panicked and said no, I just need you to keep a secret. I was really confused now, I just said what on earth is wrong, she just said my stomach is upset, I couldn't poop before we came and now I need to, please don't tell anyone or let anyone in the room tonight, I can't hold it until I go home. I just said it's fine, we have to do it, your secret is safe with me.
By this time see was white as a sheet and then she says please don't tell anyone but I don't poop like a normal person hence I can never do it with the girls around, don't wait up for me as it takes me hours. With that she slammed the Bathroom door shut and the room was silent.
Anna from Austria
question to my fellow ladies
I want to get behind the "science" of pee farts of women.
Like mentioned a few times here already I am member of the club since I can think. My many times at public bathrooms should me that I am certainly not alone but there still some women that can avoid it.
I wonder why? Has it something to with the urinating style? I only go when I have to and I try to avoid straining and let the pee flow naturally.
I wonder now how things are with the other ladies here that are also a member of the pee fart club.
greetings from Austria
AnnaLeah
Runs day
Oh sorry lea! I thought someone was asking me something, are you new here?
I've just had a very runny day at home and work.
Ok so I was constipated a few days ago, I spent 15 minutes pooping on Wednesday evening so I decided to take a laxative to correct my digestion.
On Thursday afternoon after I came home from work I poured a bit too much dulcolax in my drink, because shortly after I got into bed on Thursday night I was awoken by two sharp stabs to my stomach, the cramps lasted a few minutes each time and went again. In the early hours of the morning the cramping was so bad I woke up, and ran to the loo.
After sitting my naked bum down on the loo a big poo flew out of me followed by several minutes of pushing and plopping, my bum felt full and it wasn't coming out, time was going on and my housemate Kelly woke up because of the noisy bathroom fan "leah!, can you hurry up please we need to sleep" I just replied with a sorry, both rooms are next to each other.
I wiped my wet poopy bum and went back to bed.
In the morning I had to have another diarrhea blast before leaving work, farting loudly this time "wow leah, I'm impressed" came down the hallway as I was blasting fart after fart and Kelly walked in as I started wiping my bum, she looked in the loo and saw all the thin logs and smiled at me, "too much lax" "uuu-huh" I moaned as I finished wiping and I washed my hands as Kelly was brushing her teeth and we said our goodbyes, which set us up for the day....
I survived the walk to work but was desperate for a poo when I arrived,
I sat down with my handbag on me and took out my magazine and started flicking through it as my shorts and panties was at my ankles and I let rip, I could not help but to push hard as I struggled to get all my farts and plops out, with my bum feeling full. the ladies was quiet and I had the room to myself, but my stomach was in knots as the plops kept coming.
Work was far too busy for me to go again in the morning, I held on but I made several loo trips in the afternoon, even blowing up in front of the cleaner, I could hear her laughing as I was dying of embarrassment.
Friday, May 30, 2025
Mina
Dear Tommy
I answer your question about words we use for produce something brown from our bottom.
You know perhaps that this site is great for my study English. I learn many interesting vocabulary.
When I was Wales, my host mother (I call Rhondda Mother) said, "do a motion". "Mina, you seem to doing awful lot of motions, are you OK?" she said.
Poster of before, name Catherine (she had to leave us for sad reason, we miss her), she use word "defecate". I like very much.
In Japanese we say "unnko" or "unnchi". Doctors sometimes say "daïbenn", "benn" is mean, relieve yourself, and "daï" is "big". "u" in "unnko" is pronounce like "oo" in "book".
I don't like word "crap" so much. "sh*t" is OK if it is verb, but I don't like noun. I learn special spell of "sh*t" from Austrian woman called Anna, on this site, she is very very nice person.
I like Spanish word, "mierda". I found on this site.
Sometimes I create own expression. This morning, when Kazu was sitting on loo for more than ten minutes, she opened her beautiful bottom many times. I think nobody this site say, "open her bottom" instead of "sh*t".
I don't mind "poo", but I don't like "poop" so much. "drop turds" is OK.
Sounds of defecate all OK. "plop" "ploop" "splat" "splash" "crackle" "brrappp" all OK. For long puree defecate I like to use "bururururururururururu". And for tiny piece I like "plep" or "plip". For turd shape, I like "banana", "sausage", "golf ball", "reticulated python". Maho is very skilful to produce reticulated python. (OW! Maholinn, take fingers away from Mina's bottom!)
I hope this is satisfy answer for your question.
We hope everyone is very fine!
Love from Chakamami FamilySTEPHEN.P
This morning I oversleped had a wee in the pottie then took it
downstairs to empty,as it was only wee it went on the lawn,then went
back to kitchen picked up some rubbish and put into bin.I opened the van
door and sat on pottie ,dribbled wee for a few minutes then had the urge
for B M .I sat for a few minuets going a NUMBER TOO.
I got off the pottie looked into the bowl and noticed a quantity of seeds then wiped.The past few weeks I have been eating WARBURTONS SEEDED LOAF but not the past three days also pooping every day I can only assume I am having to much roughage in my diet.
YESTERDAY I pooped my pants while on a bus ,when I changed I noticed it had a quantity of seeds in it.mY bOWELS MUST BE CLEARING A BACKLOG
STEPHEN.P
This morning I oversleped had a wee in the pottie then took it
downstairs to empty,as it was only wee it went on the lawn,then went
back to kitchen picked up some rubbish and put into bin.I opened the van
door and sat on pottie ,dribbled wee for a few minutes then had the urge
for B M .I sat for a few minuets going a NUMBER TOO.
I got off the pottie looked into the bowl and noticed a quantity of seeds then wiped.The past few weeks I have been eating WARBURTONS SEEDED LOAF but not the past three days also pooping every day I can only assume I am having to much roughage in my diet.
YESTERDAY I pooped my pants while on a bus ,when I changed I noticed it had a quantity of seeds in it.mY bOWELS MUST BE CLEARING A BACKLOG
Thursday, May 29, 2025
Emily
Hi Lisa! I'm also a HS student with autism, who also wears diapers as I don't always make it to the toilet. I'd love to hear about your experiences at school with managing accidents.
To Kylie
Kylie I loved your story about pooping at school hope your poop came out alright. I pooped at school a lot good thing those toilets have strong flushes cause my poops are huge sometimes. lol do u read or play on your phone while u poop? I read the paper when I'm pooping. My name is Austin by the way! Looking forward to hearing from u!
Elizabeth
Question
When I was younger I was potty trained to wad up a bunch of toilet paper, stuff it between my legs, and pee into that, especially in public, especially when I had to poo. Was anyone else taught this? (I don't do it anymore though)Postman
Nice one today
So this morning I was having some coffee, playing games like on my phone like I usually do, when I got that heavy feeling down below. Took my phone to the bathroom, pulled down my sweats, sat on the toilet, and started scrolling Facebook.
After a few minutes, I felt the pressure increase at my anus, and relaxed and let it go. Nice long, soft turd slid out, and I was done in a few seconds. Scrolled for a few more minutes, then I wiped.
Had a nice long medium brown coiler in the toilet. Flushed and the turd unwound and headed down the pipe. I left the bathroom feeling lighter and content.
Hope everybody has a great poop today.Tommy
Question
Hello, Tommy again, I was wondering if there are people who call there poop different things, like shit or crap. For me it is the standard poop, but my girlfriend sometimes says poopoo or poopy, just curious,would love to know, really. thank you, loving the stories.
Travis
Response to Iris
It's good to hear from you, Iris. I actually thought about you a couple of times recently. The first was a few weeks back, your post about the then-upcoming festival popped into my head. Then this past weekend I myself was at a music festival for a couple of days and seeing the giant collection of porta-potties made me wonder how your festival experiences went.
That's awesome to hear that you were successful. I'm glad that you became more comfortable with peeing as the festival went on. With a festival that long, it's vital to stay hydrated and therefore vital to pee when you need to. It's also great to hear that you were successful in crapping on the third day. I know you were concerned about that so it's great to hear that you were able to accomplish that even if just once during your festival. You had good luck that the other girl who wasn't shy about announcing her bathroom intents was there next to you to help you build your confidence.
Your posts are inspiring to me because I think we're pretty similar. I'm a guy so it may not be exactly the same, but I similarly get tremendous anxiety with using public restrooms. It's not so bad with peeing as I can use a urinal and that isn't so bad, but the idea of pooping in a public toilet overwhelms me with anxiety. You describe the experience so well - heart pounding, ears ringing, the self-consciousness knowing that people are waiting, these things describe me as well. That anxiety really stinks. My festival was only for two days, and it was local so I just went home after each night, but otherwise I could not even imagine gathering the courage to go into one of those busy porta-potties and try crapping, so I commend your bravery and progress. It truly is inspiring to me and I hope to be able to accomplish that myself one day.
I hope you continue on your journey of becoming more comfortable using public toilets. Please keep us updated. We're all wishing you success. I know you mentioned you were embarrassed when you completed your crap at the festival and the emotional side of me understands that 110%, but the logical side of me thinks that's silly. You said it yourself - you were extremely proud of yourself and you couldn't stop smiling. You did it!
I'm really proud of you, and I'm rooting for you.Nobody
An Awkward Dump
We had some severe weather recently. Very bad. My house was almost hit by a tornado. It was far enough away that our house and property took no damage, but we for sure got some of the wind off of it. We lost power during the event and had to grab some garden lights (the kind you'd put along walkways or the edge of flower gardens) to light the house because it was midnight. It was weird because every bit of the storm was barely off to our north. It was like you could use the storm clouds to draw a line across the map. Since it was to our north, we actually didn't get rain during the tornado, but it rained very hard a couple hours later.
The thing about it raining hard is that our roof leaks, which causes the ceiling to also leak. There are only two spots in the house where this occurs. One is in the living room and the other happens to be the bathroom. I took a bucket to the bathroom when it started raining to keep the floor dry. I eventually needed to go in there to drop a log or two while it was still pouring rain outside. The leak in the ceiling was in a spot where the bucket was pushed up against the toilet where my leg would go and I had to figure out how to deal with that. I tried lifting the bucket and holding it in my lap, but that was super awkward. I ended up setting it back on the floor and sitting crooked on the toilet seat. It felt wrong, but my alternative was to not use the toilet. Whatever that meant was open to interpretation, but the lack of electricity and the constant lightning outside meant that my usual interpretation was out of the question.
But yeah, I sat there awkwardly for a bit and did what needed to be did and went back to the computer to watch YouTube on my phone. Nothing else eventful happened the rest of the night, thankfully.
Did I mention the bathroom bucket was wet? I didn't line it up properly when I initially put it in there (it wasn't leaking yet), so some rainwater did end up in the floor. I got a bit wet just by holding the bucket when I initially set down. I also had a few drops to land directly on me because, again, it drips right where the toilet is.
LEA
Replies
To Leah: we have the same name but with a different spelling! Anyway I really liked your story about using the toilet after this nurse so tysm. I am looking forward to hearing more stories if you have any.
To the anonymous poster: tysm, skidding the skids seems hard indeed!
To Iris: I liked your post about the festival! Appart from the girl in the next stall, did you witness other festival goers taking big poops as well?
To Runner Girl: I loved your story so tysm & keep posting if you have more stories! I used to be in the track running team myself & I posted about it, but this was many years ago & I cannot remember the pages.
Iris
Answers and an update
To anonymous - I am so pleased you enjoyed my story. My confidence definitely increased day by day and with each toilet trip. I line the bowl with toilet paper to reduce the sound of the splash and it has just become habit now. The festival toilets weren't proper toilets so it wouldn't have made any difference in that situation but I just do it without thinking. If there was no toilet paper left I simply wouldn't go!
To Thunder - Thank you for the congratulations!
Since I am posting I may as well share another story. I was out shopping this weekend and I needed to crap. It wasn't urgent, I wasn't about to go in my underwear and I could have waited until I was in the privacy of my own bathroom but I also really needed to pee and that could NOT wait! The only free toilets in my town are at an indoor market and they are unisex with five stalls. I deliberately waited for an end stall to become available and got some strange looks from both men and women when I didn't take one of the other three when they became available. I didn't mind, the stall on the right was mine and I was more than happy to wait.
The far right stall was vacated and I went in to get my relief. I pulled off some toilet paper and dropped it in the bowl to muffle the sound and pulled down my shorts as I sat. I have come leaps and bounds over the last couple of years and I started peeing within 30 seconds of sitting down, hearing a quiet patter of it hitting the tissue below. It was so quiet my neighbours wouldn't be able to hear it. I emptied my bladder but I still needed to crap so I tried to do that, it only made sense to take care of it while I was already on the toilet.
I kept pushing while simultaneously trying to calm my nerves. It was okay Iris, you could do this! Everyone poops, especially the person next to you currently blowing up their toilet! After a couple of minutes someone tried to open my door, I guess "occupied" in big red letters wasn't enough for them but I ignored it, but then it happened again… and again with them banging on the door. It was no good, my confidence was completely shattered. I quickly wiped myself "bang bang bang", flushed and left my stall holding back tears as a middle aged woman pushed past me. I didn't even wash my hands, I just wanted to leave.
On my way home a few hours later I stopped at a supermarket to get a few final supplies and when I walked past the toilets something clicked inside my head. Something deep in my subconscious told me to try again. I left my cart near the door and went into the empty ladies toilets. Like before I took an end stall, put down some toilet paper and took a seat. I started peeing immediately and silently and once I finished I mustered up the courage to empty my other end. As the minutes went by my confidence grew and I knew I was going to do it this time. Taylor Swift playing over the supermarket speakers helped a bunch too. Who knew Blank Space could help you crap? I gave a long push to get things moving and this time my eyes welled up with happiness as my crap emerged with a squeak of gas. Right at that moment Taylor Swift became much louder as the bathroom door opened and I had company! I was far past the point of stopping but my heart was racing. I had no choice but to continue! She took the other end stall as my crap broke off, thankfully silently, and I waited to see what she was going to do. She took some toilet paper and peed but then… nothing! She didn't wipe, she didn't flush, there was just silence.
I kept waiting and it was probably a minute but it felt like an hour, my stomach gurgling and cramping in protest of not being able to go, my ears ringing and super sensitive to the smallest of noises. I knew I couldn't just sit there forever waiting for her to leave so I put on my big girl panties and went for it! With the next cramp I pushed and just let it happen, my heart pounding out of my chest as another wide crap made its way out. But it felt so good to finally go… another push evacuated a third log and I began the clean up. I was so self conscious every time that toilet roll holder rattled! My neighbour knew I had just crapped and just how much toilet roll I needed to become clean! I was trying to do a few long pulls instead of lots of small ones. I flushed and quickly washed my hands, drying them on my shorts and left the bathroom. I didn't want her to suddenly leave her stall and see me while I was drying!
My confidence is getting better but I still have a long journey ahead of me.
Iris
Emma two
Relief at a friend's house
I remember once when I was 14 I was at a family friends house when I had to poo really badly. I felt embarrassed to do it at someone else's house so I decided to wait until I got home. Only I couldn't. After an agonising hour I realised I wasn't going to poo myself if I didn't go now so I quietly sneaked upstairs to their bathroom and ripped my knickers down and sat down on our friends pristine toilet. I felt embarrassed and bad about blowing up the toilet at another person's house but it was either that or poo my knickers. It was a huge load and an even bigger relief after holding it for a long time but it was embarrassing. When I flushed the toilet it cleared half of it so I waited for it to refill and flushed it again and this time it all cleared leaking quite a lot of skid marks below the water. I took the brush and cleaned it before flushing again and thankfully it all went away. The embarrassing bit was when I went downstairs and my mum's friend asked me if I felt better as she heard everything. But still it was worth it because it was such a relief and it was better than having an accident in my knickers.
Tully
Consipated but pooping daily?
For the last two weeks or so I have been able to have a bowel movement everyday but they always seemed to be quite small and hard. I wasnt concerned about it because I felt fine. Lately tho ive felt not great, I look bloated and I feel very crampy. I think maybe I have been slowly becoming quite constipated this whole time. I am back to looking pregnant like that last time i was so backed up. I look about 5 months along and am normally 110 lbs. My stomach is so destended and hard. Has anyone else had this? Daily bowel movements but constipated?? I think for sure more is going in than out, i dont even want to eat anymore because i feel more and more full of (pun intended) sh*t. I took a laxative yesterday but it didnt do anything but give me bad cramps, but i know there is stool in there. I think it is just big and hard :(
Going to get miralax but i know that doesnt give the immediate relief i need.. if i had known i was becoming constipated i would have done something about it before i was this bad.STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN MOTORHOME
Today was a good day for more laundry so had tree mugs of tea and made a flask to take with me.I took the duvet from the campervan and pillowcases with the powder and money.Jenifer whom I spoke to a few days ago was sat waiting for the tumble drier to finish I said hello as I was loading the machine she said steve how are you the machine started,she grabbed my wrist and said come back to my van and continue our conversation you can use my toilet.
We left the laundry and went to her van I went into the toilet pulled down my jogging bottoms and pants closed the door and sat down had a wee which was over my usual amount then pooped a long soft stool then a few minutes later same again then had a wee and a fartThe door opened and Jenifer said are you ok?yes do you want to lookas I stood up ,that is really good texture and colour I sat down tore paper from the new toilet roll and wiped the window was part open then flushed.washed my hands then went to the table Jenifer then put on the kettle we had tea then talked ABOUT MY TOILET AUTOBIOGRAPHY !!
Suddenly she said we have had an hour lets get our laundry I had a wee
then we went to the laundry I took my stuff to my camper had a wee then back to jenifer all was quiet then she called I AM ON THE TOILET so I filled the kettle and set the gas to boil a
few minutes later she came out and shut the door behind her sorry about that I needed a poo.
We continued our talk a further tho hours drank several mugs of tea then i had to poop again she giggled said its all that tea i said would you like to watch I pulled my jogging bottoms and pants then sat down on toilet had a wee then pooped she said I LIKE YOUR PANTS THEY SUIT YOU.After ten minutes I stood up she looked in the bowl full of mushy poo I dressed then flushed.
We went back to the table then she said would you be available for a survey she told me all about it I agreed in a few weeks.I have now had three NUMBER TOO'S IN A STRANGERS TOILET and enjoyed every one.
Tuesday, May 27, 2025
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN MOTORHOME
Last week I met a women at the laundry who owned a motorhome fitted with a cassette toilet she took me back to the van and told me to use it at the time I really needed to go a NUMBER TOO .I accepted the offer and had a great poop.
THURSDAY I had a dental appointment had breakfast and skipped lunch then back home and had some food FRIDAY MORNING Idid not poop normal eating throughout the day and took some LAXIDO with the food.I woke at 1 am on Saturday and had a wee then took some Morrisons laxative pills I had a BM at eight am then carried on with the day
SUNDAY MORNING I woke the sun was shining so I had three mugs of tea made a flask to take to the laundry.It was my intention to have a good crapp in the campervan while the duvet from the van and a few other items were in the washing machine for EIGHTY MINUTES .
I had a wee then drove the van to the laundry and carried the items into the laundry with powder and money I loaded the machine and it started ,the women who I met last week insisted I go back to her van
I reluctantly agreed as I really wanted a good crapp she insisted I use her toilet which is a cassette toilet.i USED THIS TOILET LAST WEEK !! so I was happy to try it again ,I dropped my jogging bottoms and pants and sat down JENIFER CLOSED THE DOOR.I had a long wee then a few minutes later started to push I tried again then my bowels opened I kept pooping for at least five minutes then JENIFER OPENED THE DOOR are you alright she said yes I replied I stood up and she looked into the bowl a big load good colour and texture she said I sat down and pooped again then relaxed a few minutes before wiping then dressed and flushed I washed my hands then sat in the dining area with Jenifer we talked and drank tea.
Suddenly she said we have to collect our laundry we went to the laundry she loaded hers into a carrier hastily I pulled mine from the machine and took it to my van and had a wee before walking back to Jenifer the radio was on kettle on low boil Jenifer called out I AM ON THE TOILET WILL BE A FEW MINUTES.
We resumed our conversation I had another wee one hour later then had another NUMBER TOO TWO HOURS LATER !! Jenifer stood in the doorway and watched. I dont think Jenifer expected me to poop so much !! although I had a good crapp three times including last week and a wee today in a very nice bathroom fitted with a CASSETTE TOILET I prefer to
have a NUMBER TOO in my portta potties in the comfort and privacy of my campervan and wipe with ELSAN BLUE TOILET ROLL
Kenna
Kenzie and Josh update
Hey all! I haven't posted in a couple months! Have been busy as usual! I've been helping Josh poop regularly but he hasn't been having as hard of a time going as my last story, until this one! I have not helped Mackenzie go since the last time I helped her and posted on here about it. We went to an airbnb with some friends for 4 days recently. There was two bathrooms we shared. Josh does not like going poop in the bathroom in situations like this since his dumps take forever and are hard, plus most of the time I'm in the bathroom with him helping him try and go. Well on the 3rd day he finally had to go poop after 4 or 5 days of not going. He approached me and told me he needed to go, and asked me to please come with him. We snuck into one of the bathrooms together and I locked the door. He sat on the toilet after removing his boxers and shorts, and I knelt in front of him and held his hands. He peed first and then we made small talk as he tried to start going poop. Pretty soon he was pushing a little harder and I could hear his poop kind of crackling at his hole, so I started to encourage him, rub his back, etc. he was going red in the face with each push now as he tried even harder to get his turd to start coming out. "Is it pretty hard?" I asked him. "Yes, I'm going to have trouble with this one. It's too hard to push past my hole. It's really dry too". He gently strained at it for a few more minutes with me trying to talk him thru it, but he couldn't get it out and we'd been in the bathroom about 10 minutes, so to avoid suspicions he gave up, flushed and we took a break. We snuck out of the house a bit later and went for a walk. We were walking thru a nice secluded area when I asked if he'd like to try pooping again, but since we forgot toilet paper (not thinking we would actually find a place for him to try) he wasn't too sure at first. After a few minutes walking again I convinced him that since his poop was really hard anyways, he shouldn't need much paper to wipe with, and I'd help him clean up back at the rental. He got into a squat and I got behind him, spread his cheeks, and encouraged him while he pushed. The tip of his turd was black, and after he couldn't push it firther, it slipped back in. We sat there in privacy for 15 minutes or so with him pushing and resting, but it wouldn't come out this time either. He told me he would need a suppository. After we got back, Mackenzie asked where we'd been. I told her I had to shower and she asked if she could come into the bathroom with me to do her hair. I said sure, and then once in the bathroom admitted to her that Josh was trying to go poop on our walk, but he wasn't able to and that he had a big turd stuck in his butt. "Omg me too!! That's why I wanted to come in here too, if you don't mind I need to try and poop while you shower. I haven't pooped in 3 days and am constipated from this trip and all the food we're eating!" She told me she had tried to poop a little earlier but hers wouldn't budge either and she gave up for fear of being in the bathroom too long. I hopped in the shower and she sat on the toilet. After a bit I could hear her grunting softly as she pushed. I stuck my head out and asked her "is it coming?" "Noooooo, it's so hard. It hurts a lot too". "Please tell me you have suppositories! I won't be able to go without one"! She stayed on the toilet for the remainder of my shower but didn't get anything to come out. I asked if she wanted a suppository now or later, and told her I was going to ask Josh also and that I'd be right back. He didn't want one unless we could either take a walk again or drive and find another spot to poop. I also told him that Mackenzie couldn't go and asked me for help too, so I suggested we walk or drive with both of them so I could help them each go. Mackenzie agreed and I gave her a suppository as we snuck into the bathroom. Then Josh came in after and I gave him one also. We hopped in the car and Kenzie and Josh made small talk about their problems while admitting they had been trying off and on and couldn't do it. After a little while we found a dead end road that was really private. I asked them if this spot was good enough to try and go in, and they both agreed. I asked if they each were going to try or one then the other so I could help them go individually. Kenzie said josh could go first and she would stay in the car. We walked back down the road a bit and then off to the side with the car now out of view. "Feeling ready to try?" I asked. Josh agreed, took off his bottoms and moved into a high crouching position with his butt hovering over the taller grass in the ditch. I reached behind him and spread his cheeks as he began another attempt to poop. After several tense minutes of hard pushing and quite a bit of pain, the turd finally began to pass. He was whimpering and struggling so I got behind him and started coaching him while he kept pushing. It would move just the slightest bit with each push while his anus puffed out really far during his tries. After he had about 4" out, I gently wrapped my hand in toilet paper and started to pull on his poop while he pushed. Kenzie texted and asked how it was going so I told her it was coming out but extremely slow and he was struggling with it. "Push hard Josh, keep going!" I encouraged. After another 10 minutes or so of him pushing and pushing and me gently pushing up near his anus and pulling on this giant log, it finally came out. He pushed again and shockingly there was no more poop left inside. So it was just his one turd about a foot long or so and he was done. I gently wiped him and we walked back to the car. Kenzie switched spots and Josh wished her luck. We went back to the ditch and she took off her bottoms and squatted. "Ok Kenzie, go poop girl, you can do this, slow hard pushes and take you're time" I coached. She struggled mightily for awhile and was in a lot of pain too. She asked me to look how big it was while she was pushing. Her anus slowly dilated as the log began to crown thru. It stuck right there for awhile with her moaning and straining. "It looks huge and it is stuck girl". "Keep trying baby, just a little more and it will be coming". She took some really deep breaths, strained really really hard a few times and finally her poop was on the move and she began to un stick her log. She whimpered and cried "ouch Kenna help" so I quickly got in front of her and she braced herself against me and squeezed me hard and she kept pushing and pushing. About 3 minutes later a huge thud sounded behind her and she released me from her grip, panted and turned around to see what had come out. It was enormous and really hard looking. She took a break and then pushed some more. She did one more turd that wasn't as hard. I helped her wipe her really sore ass. We headed back to the Airbnb and made small talk about poop and problems with Josh and her feeling much better! I'll post again when I can!! Xoxo KennaSTEPHEN.P
POOPING ON THE BUS
AT 06;45 I was woken by phone alarm got out of bed and had a wee in the THETFORD ELEGANCE POTTIE went down to kitchen and made some tea drank half a mug then needed the toilet.carried the tea upstairs and sat on the THETFORD 245 POTTIE it took three minutes to wee and have a NUMBER TOO then picked up mug finished tea then wiped.
I went downstairs drank more tea made some sandwiches and a bottle of orange squash had some porridge washed put on a pair of TENA MENS DIPOSABLE PANTS dressed theN picked up my bags and went outside .Went into shed had a wee then walked to bus stop on main road stopping to have a wee on the waste land.
Boarded the bus for a journey to BRISTOL went to the bank and paid in a cheque, then into cabot circus toilets to wee,ate my sandwiches ,drank
orange juice then went into TESCO metro bought a large yogurt .I walked back to bus station and took bus back to Weston SUPER Mare on way ate the yogurt.The bus arrived at interchange eighty minutes later.
Iput the empty yoghurt pot in the bin and made my way to customer toilets and had a wee.I made my way to the bus stop when I was fifty yards from the bus had an urge for a BM I carried on I had another urge to BM I went upstairs and went to the seats near the back and sat down the bus pulled away after three stops I search my brain as to getting off bus and have a squatt poop the bus entered the hospital grounds i rang the bell bus did not stop .
The bus stopped to let some one off then pulled away as I was now standing I could not hold it any longer the bus turned left I involantry I pooped i felt it enter my pants then 30 seconds later another poop I then pushed nd passed another load I heard bubbles PROBLEM SOLVED .
Three stops later I made my way to top of stairs and called to the driver,I got off the bus and walked 400 yards to my house wet into the shed took off my coat and shoes the let down my jogging bottoms carefully pulled down the MARKS AND SPENSER COOL AND FRESH PANTS then
the TENA PANTS all the poop was in the bottom so stepped out the pants then wiped with some kitchen towel the TENA PANTS went straight to the bonfire with the kitchen towel the MARKS AND SPENCER into a bowl of water.
Perhaps I should have not had the yoghurt or at first urge gone back to the toilet in TESCO OR got off at an earlier stop and walked home
so as I could use the waste ground HINDSIGHT IS A WONDERFULL THINGSTEPHEN.P
MY FIRST NUMBER TOO IN A MOTORHOME
Slept in camper last night had a wee twice during night went into house and collected the duvet from bed then made a cup of tea and drank yesterday morning I had such a good shit ate very little I did not expect to poop today.Idrove the van to the laundry and parked in the nearby street took the duvet money and powder with me to the laundry.
Put the duvet and powder in the machine then inserted the money the machine started.A women was loading another machine and ask me about the coin arrangement I helped her the m/c started I needed to poo she kept me in conversation the said my motorhome is across the road ,you can use my toilet,we crossed the road she went into the bathroom came out all ready she said.
I went in down with my jogging bottoms and pants ,sat on toilet immediatly had a wee as the flow reduced I started pooping then another wee before another good poop.The toilet was full size my feet in the shower tray sat for a few minutes then wiped ,dressed ,and flushed the toilet which after the second flush was spotless,I opened the door and walked to the dining area where the lady was sat she said I have made you some tea then stood up and went into the bathroom ,ten minutes later she came out and we had a long conversation.
I told her about the past two days ,she told me having the all you can eat had a mixture of different digestion rates and the poop just done was normal behaviour.we talked about my bowel movements using portta potties ,bedpans,squatt pooping outdoors,normal toilets and explained how this has kept my bowels healthy and now the summer is here to do more squatt pooping ,she made more tea we drank then walked back to the laundry and collected our washing ,as soon as I got back to the van I had a wee then drove off.Matt G
Poop Anxiety
Reading iSellHouses' post reminded me of an experience I had in my teens, and about my general attitude towards going number two even to this day. For context, i'm in my thirties and I live in the UK. Growing up in my earlier days, I don't recall having much immediate concern around toilet habits. Once or twice in my pre high school days I would use the school toilets with little concern, although I do recall a couple of times I had accidents due to trying to sit down in class holding it in. This continued at times when I was at home, as I have memories of my mother getting annoyed because I would stink up a bench I was sitting on because i'd be sat there holding in a dump. I can't explain why I was holding it in, I guess maybe I didn't want to stop what I was doing? Or maybe there was subconscious reasons, i'm unsure. I also do recall once crapping myself because I wouldn't get off the computer and rushing to the bathroom to empty my pants before my mother found out.
Things started to get worse once I entered high school, as by that time I had started to get a bit shy about using the bathroom. I never dared to do #2 at school once I hit high school, as I had seen a couple of incidents where other students were peeking on other boys in the toilet or throwing stuff over the cubicles. Luckily this was in the days before everyone had a camera in their pocket. So most days at school, my body would simply not need to dump, almost as if it knew that it wasn't an option to do it there. But when i'd get home, I would absolutely need to go. I lived with parents and a sister, so we only had the one bathroom. The women would often take a while in there, and there was many occasions where I would be in my bedroom gripping my stomach, holding in my bowels waiting for them to finish so I could use the toilet. This lead to me often having to sit down to keep it from emerging into my pants.
I tried to fix the problem by starting to walk home from school and ducking into the public toilets at the park to have a poo there, but half the time I was too nervous to let it out due to it being in a dirty public loo. There weren't locks on the doors so I was always worried that someone would walk in on me while I was going, even though most of the time nobody was ever in there. I was probably one of the only people who actually even used those cubicles for a #2 ever, as there was very rarely any toilet roll in them. Several times I went in there absolutely desperate only to find no loo roll and had to painfully make my way home. Apart from once when I did it anyway and wiped with my undies.
So this eventually culminated when I was in my early teens, one winter I had been holding it for a few days and it had started to feel painful. Me being young and fearful of the results (and of letting out such a massive one at home) continued to hold it. I was worried I was going to block the toilet and I did NOT want my mother to have to see it. A couple of times when we went on shopping trips I would subtly tell her I was going for a wee and sneak off to use the public toilets there, but there was always someone in there so I was too embarrassed to do it. I ended up holding it in for two entire weeks. My stomach felt bloated, i'm sure I stank, and my pants were all getting dirty. One night, it finally hit; I knew it was time. I made up an excuse to my family and went upstairs to the bathroom, shakily locking the door. I could feel that this was it, there was no more holding it back.
I got on the toilet and immediately it was coming out, but it was so big that it was coming out painfully slowly. I was sat on the toilet with my legs shaking, almost bouncing on the seat, holding on to the wall as inch after inch of this huge shit came out of me. It was beyond my control, and it felt so big that I sloiwly rose off the seat. Eventually it broke off and it hit the bowl with the most embarrassingly loud splash i'd ever heard. It was literally the one solid log and then a second, medium sized one. I sat there shaking a bit, my bum was like actually hurting. After a few minutes, panic set in as I realised there was no way this was going to flush. Eventually, I gathered my courage and called for my mother. I let her into the bathroom after pulling my pants up and I told her i'd blocked the toilet. She asked me how long it had been and i shamefully told her about a week. She shook her head but she did unblock the toilet and throw out my crap in a bag.
Since then, not much has changed; I still get shy about having to go to the toilet, I rarely tell anyone. I have been trying over the years to use public toilets more, and sometimes I succeed. I have dropped some big ones in the supermarket loos in particular, normally when i'm out because i'm out of toilet roll and I just can't wait to make it home. They're not the cleanest but they're the only option. At home I thankfully live alone currently so I can go whenever I like with full privacy, and I stink up my bathroom in peace. Poop anxiety is a very real thingAnnie
One of my more embarrassing stories
Like I mentioned in my last post I have stomach issues pretty frequently. I will get constipated for a few days, and then either have soft poops, diarrhea, or sort of a mix. My husband knows and he is supportive thankfully, so I am not overly embarrassed when he notices I am having toilet problems. Unfortunately when I am over at someone's house, or when we have people over, I just have to hope it's one of my normal days. One of my worst moments was a year or two ago, we had some friends over in the evening to watch the football. I hadn't had a BM in a day or two, but it hadn't been a long time and I wasn't really concerned. I don't really care about football but there were a few other wives there, and so I had people to talk to. I knew better than to eat a lot, but I had a few wings and pizza, since that's what everyone was having. I was sitting on the couch with my husband for an hour or so, when I got a sharp cramp, and my stomach gurgled. No one noticed because the TV was on, so I kept talking, and just hoped it would go away. The second cramp came a few minutes later and I cursed internally. I did not want to have a large bowel movement with guests over, but it was starting to seem unavoidable. After a few minutes of debating I told my husband "I'm going to go upstairs and check on the kids" and he said ok good luck with it. I went upstairs and checked on them first, and they were asleep and in bed like they're supposed to be. Then I went into the upstairs bathroom and locked the door. As soon as I sat down I farted and mushy poop starting coming out, I moaned as quietly as I could, and started to massage my stomach. It was aching pretty badly and I knew it was going to be a long session. I moaned again and more loose poop came out. I was farting as I pooped so, it basically came out very soft, and quickly. Every few minutes I would get another cramp, push, and more farts and poop would spill out into the toilet. It started to smell, and I could see brown underneath me but I wasn't about to flush and let everyone downstairs know what I was doing. After about 10 minutes like this it started to get even looser. At this point I wasn't pooping steadily, I started having quick waves of diarrhea, then I would have a minute break, and another wave of diarrhea. After around 15 minutes on the toilet I heard someone coming upstairs. "Please god no" I thought. I started holding in my diarrhea even though my stomach hurt a lot, and I heard a knock on the door. "Is anyone in there" it was one of my husband's friends James. I was mortified, but I didn't want him to keep knocking. "Yeah I'm in here, I said" "ok I'll wait by the stairs until you're done" he said politely. My mind raced, I DID NOT want to tell him the truth but at this point it seemed less embarrassing than him finding out the hard way. "You might want to just go downstairs" I said. He told me that the bathroom downstairs was occupied, I told him "maybe so, but I'm having diarrhea right now, and I'm sure that the downstairs one will be free sooner, and I'd rather not have anyone up here while I go." He said "oh I'm sorry I didn't know, yeah I'll go back down I hope you feel better." I thanked him and as soon as I heard his footsteps I let go, and I let out several loud farts and more diarrhea splashed into the bowl, I groaned again. My stomach was still really hurting, and it almost felt like more gas was building. It ended up being a blessing in disguise that he came up, because he sent my husband upstairs. He unlocked the door from the outside and said "you ok babe" I moaned softly again and let out a few farts and waves of diarrhea and said "not really". He found me Imodium very quickly, "I had thought we were out, and hadn't been able to look because I was stuck on the toilet the whole time." And in about another 20 minutes my diarrhea was subsiding. By the time I was finished the toilet was completely brown and way more full than normal. Thankfully it was all soft and I was able to flush it. When I finally made it back down no one had really noticed I was gone thank god, one of my friends asked me how the kids were and I said they were good. All in all a very embarrassing night for me, but it could've been a lot worse.
Some Really Strong Stories...
Some of the really strong recent postings have somewhat baffled me. There seems to be a switch in parenting and crapping experiences from avoiding the not wanting to go away-from-home--several years ago as in my case--to avoiding craps at home and having them at work, school, shopping or any other public place.
I'm not sure of the Whys for this. What is the reason for not crapping while visiting your parents? Not going before leaving home for work and holding it in?
Here are some questions to ponder:
1) What did your parents teach you about having regular craps at home or elsewhere?
2) Did your parents show any fears or frustrations in using public toilets at the first available opportunity?
3) Did you witness them having an accident or did you have an accident?
4) Were you ever disciplined for an accident?
My answers:
1) Wipe the seat before sitting down on a public seat.
2) They got upset with me when I was about 7 or 8 because I was afraid of latching the stall door. They used their experiences to teach me and my brother. I also had trouble mastering correct use of those seat covers when they were available. I eventually gave up! My brother would pee in his underwear while pushing out a crap.
3) My mom crapped herself twice at airports and once at a big arena concert. The lines were too long and she didn't make it onto the toilet soon enough.
4) Yes, skid marks in my underwear and forgetting to check for toilet paper before I sat for a crap in a public toilet.melanie
sister's constipation update
hi everybody,
in my last post i mentioned that my little sister was displaying some fairly typical signs of constipation. (farting a lot, belly sticking out a lot even though she's thin, pushing noises).
ANYWAY, i have an update. i didn't want to directly mention anything to her and i was kind of hoping it was a one time thing but the other night she was crying and said that her belly hurt and i knew i couldn't let it go on for any longer. i sat down with her and rubbed her belly for a while and it felt really hard. i comforted her for a while and then asked her when the last time she took a proper big poo was. she got all embarrassed and just shrugged but by this point i was getting desperate and i didn't want to tell our mum because i knew exactly how it would go down. i mentioned that i'd heard her pushing the other night and she cried harder. she was definitely in pain but more than that, the poor thing was so embarrassed and i almost wanted to cry too because i remember being that age and so backed up. it broke my heart. after a bit more crying i got her to admit that her poo is too big to come out and that it had been three days since she'd gotten anything out. i asked her if she could feel it sitting there and she said yes and it was making her feel like she wanted to push. i felt so bad for her. i told her that i've been there before and i know how bad it feels to have your body screaming at you to push but when you do, it's too big to come out. i showed her my squatty potty that i got a few years back and taught her how to use it and with a lot of pushing, crying and encouragement from me she managed to strain out two enormous logs. the first one was short and about as wide as a soda can and the next one was longer but just as wide. both of them were rock hard. she also had a very long pee afterward and her belly looked much flatter. i let her go to bed after that because i knew she was tired, sore and emotional but this isn't over. i'm going to start helping her from now on.
to Ellie M
Where I live many people run as a hobby often before and after work the only way they can maintain correct weight and distances speed etc is through diet.This therefore keeps them pooping more the normal.
Often I see runners run into a field or bushes on cycle track have a wee often a NUMBER TOO then carry on. If you intend running seriously
SQUATT AND WEE TRY TO POOP BEFORE STARTING.Always carry toilet paper have an ideal before setting out where you will squatt and if you cannot wait then always answer that call of nature !! If possible have an outside portta pottie in your garden solely for your useREPLY Emma two
I often have to poop before getting out of bed so I keep several bedpans under the bed always have a portta pottie in bedroom and use it often
I have used the toilet ten times in five years perhaps you should do same instead of pooping your knickers.There are some really comfortable bedpans and portta potties on sale
Kylie
Huge poop in school toilets
Hello everyone I'm Kylie and read your toilet story and I have one myself remember it very well it was back when I was 14 and at school and one day I forgot to use the bathroom at home and fought it can wait till I got home but wrong it was almost lunch time and luckily class was done 20 minutes early so I said to my pals catch you later and then went to the bathroom they was 4 stalls 3 normal ones and a disabled one one of the normal ones was out of order and another was taken I took the last one Leaving the disabled one free once I was in I locked the door pulled up my black skirt and then pulled down my yellow pants that I had pulled up to a thong as they as standard underwear sit on the toilet started peeing then I felt a big poo coming from my bum so pushing for about 2 minutes next thing was a heard a plop then 20 seconds later plop next thing I know another big poo was coming so pushing it out for like 5 minutes next thing was it was huge then plop next 3 plop came out then 7th was a standard size then plop plop plop before I know it another 2 came out before another big one after that for like 5 minutes again I started pushing my ???? and squeezing my bum just to get this one out it shot out making a loud plop before another 3 more in total 17 before I looked into the toilet I was sitting on to see I fill it up peed again then started cleaning up my bum still couldn't believe how much cam out of me flushed the toilet the taking stall was away and I peeked into that stall when I pulled up the yellow underwear to a thong saw the person next to my stall took a huge poop to I lef wash my hands and then meet up with my pals for lunch
Thursday, May 22, 2025
STEPHEN.P
Yesterday morning had another crapp in the campervan then went to the GYM on the bus .When I came out of GYM caught the bus into town and made my way to the EAT AS MUCH AS YOU CAN RESTUARANT.I had chicken and three plates of food with two pints of tap water,paid the bill went to the toilet had a wee then into a nearby pub two pints of GUINNESS before getting the bus home.
The bus dropped me off twenty minutes later I crossed the road then walked into the field.I anticipated I would need to poop so dropped my bags on ground down with my jogging bottoms and pants and squatted I had a wee then pushed a few minutes later another wee then dressed and carried on my way.
I arrived home washed some clothes and hung on line into the camper to use the pottie just a wee then into house a n orange juice .then went to bedroom .I sat on the pottie for a few minutes just a wee then got into bed.I had a wee twice during night then woke again at five o clock had a wee then got back into bed I dropped off to sleep then woke .The BLACK GLASS BEDPAN was next to the bed immediately I placed it in the bed and sat on it immediatly my bowels opened and I had a FANTASTIC CRAPP THEN A WEE ANOTHER CRAPP. I sat for ten minutes satisfied I was done then wiped on with dressing gown then took bedpan to empty in bonfire then washed under water butt,as I walked back to house ,had the urge for a BM so went over to the red current bushes took off my dressing gown and squatted down a gentle push another good crapp took some toilet paper from my dressing gown pocket and wiped .
I had a very enjoyable meal yesterday which gave me two enjoyable craps hopefully now my bowels are empty I will have a NUMBER TOO in the campervan tomorrowLeah
Left it too late and reply
I was visiting my parents yesterday (sunday) I had a poo on Saturday but from Sunday morning I could feel my stomach gurgling, but no desperate need for the loo, after lunch in the afternoon I was sitting on the sofa chatting with my mum and I had to keep holding my farts in, I smiled alot, like I always do but I'm sure I was frowning when she was not looking! My stomach was full of gas and I felt horrible trying my best not to move or shift my bum.
A stinky fart broke free as I stood up, I was so mortified I had to laugh, mum was not happy so I apologised and excused myself to the loo, I pulled down my jeans and thong to my ankles and sat down.
I had a good pee, it was a strong flow which lasted a minute or more, and I took the chance to release my bad gas, I had to be careful not to be too loud so I tried to hold it and push at the same time, so I had lots of low squeaky booms, I clearly needed to have a poo but I managed to hold on tol I got home.
By the time I got home that evening it was too late, I was constipated by then so I rushed to the loo, pulled my jeans and thong to my ankles and sat down on the bowl and nothing would come out, except pee, so in frustration I desperately pushed hard and strained hard to get my poo to come out.
I had Fifteen minutes of stretching my mouth wide and listening to the plops splash in the bowl, it was like one big poo that came out in fifty small pieces.
I wished I had something to read as I spent another ten minutes wandering if anything else would come out as my stomach was aching still.
I wiped my bum about five times so it was a pretty clean poo, I took off my bottoms and washed my hands as it was getting close to bedtime by then, so just to finish.....m does anyone have any embarrassing stories to share?
To the un-named poster I would like to say that I enjoyed your story!
The walls in that loo sound very thin, the poor girl must have been embarrassed!
The thing is with skidmarks is that you often wouldn't remember it, but I remember using a staff loo at the hospital I used to work in after a female nurse came out and it reeked! I could see the skidmark and the smell made me gag, it was very moist looking and there was some small logs in the bowl which hadn't flushed, I pulled my scrubs and thong down to my ankles and I peed, I wiped and stood up at the skidmark was gone! So my pee must have washed the skidmark away, but now the smell was even worse, I soon got out of there!
All for now, leah
Lisa
BM in my pants
I have autism also and to wear diapers. I am a HS student. A few day ago at school I got the urge to go after lunch. I thought I'd be able to hold it until I got home but that didn't happen. I managed to hold on until I was walking down the aisle on the bus and was about to sit down when a strong urge to go occurred. I couldn't hold it any more and did a semi solid poo in my diaper. I could feel it push out my diaper and sweatpants when it came out. I slowly sa down and could feel the poo spread over my butt. I got off the bus and.walked home. I went inside and mom was close by. She smelled the mess in my pants ans I went by and took me to be changed.MDL
In which iSellHouses reminds me of a story
> Here's the thing. I hate pooping until I'm actually pooping. The thought of doing a painful poop causes me enough anxiety that I just procrastinate and hold it in - until I just can't hold it anymore. And yes, logically, I kNOW that by holding it in, I am just compounding the problem, but I just can't help it. This is what I've always done even as a kid. And back then the adults were always chasing me around with suppositories and then stared at my bottom to make sure the insertion was going to take effect. And of course THAT really helped with my pooping anxiety!
This reminds me of an ex of mine who as a kid was diagnosed with Dysfunctional Elimination Syndrome because they not only held everything back, but when on the toilet would try to not go and to suck it back in (which, admittedly, I occasionally do myself because I want to feel like I need to go but don't feel like the effort involved in actually going yet; with a pullup on I don't worry at all about the possibility of having to go suddenly so I often put it off until I actually feel like it).
Even as an adult, they weren't generally fond of going to the bathroom (and having developed IBS certainly didn't help, as such) so for both my enjoyment and their convenience I kept them supplied with diapers while we were dating.
They (as they told me) really appreciated being able to ignore their bladder and/or bowels entirely until they "took care of themselves." I very much appreciated sitting opposite them at a table in a pub beer garden chatting and/or reading books and after an hour or two they'd gasp quietly and shift their legs apart a bit so they were evenly soaking the front of the diaper as they wet.
They usually ended up needing to poo enough that it wasn't worth it to them to keep ignoring it, though, so would find a suitable spot to squat while glaring at me and telling me "this is your fault."
Both of which were, at least if you're me, very much a spectator sport (and I'd usually wet what I was wearing shortly afterwards, because y'know, only fair).
Responses to stories
Iris:
That was a great story about the music festival and I can practically feel the confidence you gained every time you sat down for a poo or a pee. Lining the bowl with toilet paper before sitting down. Didn't that make you more nervous because of the time it took? What would you have done if the toilet had no toilet paper left on the roll? I hope you continue building your confidence by sitting down every time you need to relieve yourself in a public place. I'm so proud of you. Have you told your mother what you've accomplished?
Pete:
A boy I like and with whom I bike says the same thing as you, except he puts a couple of cusses in it. He calls it the "grunt less dump." Last week after lunch at the mall my mom and I went to a movie. I laid out about a foot of crap like 5 seconds after taking my seat on the only toilet open.
LEA: Yes, I have used a freshly skidded toilet. Skidding the skids while taking a crap is an act of considerable precision.
Shadow
Adventure at Lowes
Hi all! It's been a minute since my last post here. I was just thinking that I have been visiting this site almost since its inception - 1996 I believe? I've posted under a few different names. Despite the many changes in online content and communities through the course of 30 years, it's fascinating to me that this site has managed to remain the same and still attract new contributors. It makes me appreciate the spirt behind why this forum was created in the first place.
Now onto my story. I had a fun experience last year that I wanted to share here. It was Fathers Day afternoon and I needed to make a run to Lowes for a few things for my yard. When I got to the store around 3:30 that afternoon, there weren't many cars in the parking lot, which I expected to be the case on a holiday. While in the store, I realized I needed to take a dump. I enjoy doing my business in public restrooms when it's not in a very busy place, particularly when someone is in the next stall doing the same as me. So, I started walking towards the back of the store, assuming this is where I'd find the restrooms. Sure enough, I located the signage as I turned a corner so I started heading that direction. There was another guy ahead of me, probably in his 30s (my age), that I noticed had set his merchandise down and went toward the restroom. I was about 15 seconds behind him. When I entered, I noted there were a couple of urinals and 4 stalls total (3 normal and 1 handicapped). The guy who entered just before me was nowhere to be found, indicating he had taken a stall. As I continued to inspect, I noticed all 3 regular stalls were in use. At that time, I heard several plops and grunts from at least two different guys. I walked towards the handicapped stall because it appeared to be the only one free at this point, however, when I went pull the door open, I discovered I was wrong. It was latched but the latch was somewhat flimsy as I was able to pull the door slightly ajar, which I'm sure alarmed the occupant. I just mumbled "Sorry" and walked away. The most memorable part of this encounter was while walking past all 4 stalls, I couldn't help but notice the incredibly potent stench that could only be attributed to the fact that there were 4 guys unloading their Sunday afternoon dumps in perfect harmony. I sort of stood inside the restroom for about 15-20 seconds trying to decide if it sounded like anyone was finishing up, however, no one was moving, and the plops and grunts continued. I left the restroom after that and went on my way. I didn't have a lot of time so I grabbed what I needed and headed back home, by which time my need to unload my own dump had resided. I couldn't think about anything else for the rest of the day, wishing there had been one more open stall so I could have joined in. Hope y'all liked this!
Shadow
To Anne Beth
I hope your poop came out ok after you ate Mexican food. I dropped a load after I ate Mexican food my poop was nice & smooth!
sarah
not enough fiber
eating poorly has been changing my dumps. 3 stories to share.
i was driving to the grocery store when i began to need to take a shit. i parked and found the bathroom. i opened the timer on my phone to time myself. there were 4 stalls. someone in the last stall peeing. i took the 2nd stall. i pulled my jeans and panties to my ankles and sat on the toilet. i let out a few farts and began to take a much needed piss. the other person finished peeing and flushed. they left without washing their hands. after my long piss ended i started on my dump. i relaxed but nothing happened. my stomach hurt. i pushed and started passing small pieces of crap that plopped in the water. another person came in and took the last stall. they sat on the toilet and farted while pissing. i sighed and kept struggling to push out small pieces of poo. there was silence from the other stall. after a few moments i heard her begin to shit and two splashes. it went quickly. she began to wipe. another person entered the bathroom and took the stall between us. this new person only peed and left. both of the women left and i was alone again. my stomach hurt and i could only pass very small pieces. sometimes a larger chunk would come out which was more relieving. i kept passing small pieces but my stomach continued to feel full. after a few minutes another woman came in. she took the last stall. she lined the seat and sat down. she pissed and started playing videos on her phone. i assumed she was there to shit. she did an airy fart. i kept struggling on the toilet. i finally gave up and started wiping. the other woman was still in the end stall. i flushed and washed my hands. my stomach still hurt and it was a very unsatisfying dump. i looked at my timer. i was in the bathroom for 16 minutes.
the next day i tried to shit again. i was eating lunch at a fast food place and went to use the bathroom. it was empty. i took the first stall and pulled my sweatpants and panties to my ankles. i sat on the toilet. i pissed and let out an enormous fart. someone came in and took the last stall. they pissed and left. i began to struggle on the toilet again. only passing small pieces. i kept struggling for awhile. another woman came in to piss during this time. i kept plopping turds while she was in there. eventually a regular log started coming out and splashed in the bowl. i sighed and wiped. i was in the bathroom for 6 and a half minutes.
today was round 3 of this misfortune. stopped at a gas station. single person bathroom. i pulled my shorts and panties down and sat on the toilet. did a short piss. pushed more bits out. same as the other stories. did not have as much to push out this time. in the bathroom for 5 and a half minutes.
Tuesday, May 20, 2025
Anna from Austria
I want to answer some questions that were adressed at me
1) When the girls saw you as an adult-guest, how did they act? Did they ask you any questions?
The girls just greated me. It was clear who I was. Everyone at school was aware of the job days. I was also wearing my name batch around my neck.
2) What conditions were the toilets/bathroom in compared to 20 years ago?
Quite similar. Some door and some toilet bowls as far as I can. Only the locks where replaced.
Was the toilet paper about the same or better than when you were a student there?
Toilet paper was much worse. It was already rather thin back then. The new one was ultra thin. Very disgusting to use for my a poop. I had to take more layers to not stain my hand.
3) What did the girls talk about? Was their coarse language like 20 years ago?
No just normal stuff about school, hobbies and guys.
4) Do you think any of the girls mistook you for being a substitute teacher?
Under under circumstances maybe. But like I said everybody knew about the job day and I was wearing my name batch.
5) Did you select the farthest stall when you were a student? Why or why not?
As student i always took the stall the farthest away to max out my privacy. I did it for peeing and for pooping. It just felt better. Had some drawbacks too. Sometimes there was no toilet paper in the stall left so I had to take another one. I think I was not the only girl that liked that stall a lot.
6) Did you and the girls wash your hands when you exited the stalls? Why or why not?
I did wash my hands. Hygene is important. Most of the other girls did too. But I saw too girls that left their stalls without a stop at the sinks.
That is all for today
Greetings from Austria
AnnaEmily with Autism
My younger cousin is spending a few with us as her mom is out of town on a work trip. Last night, we decided to watch a movie after dinner. I felt like I needed to pee part way during the movie, but I didn't want to miss the movie. After a little while, I ended up wetting myself. Unfortunately, my diaper was already wet from before and ended up leaking. By time the movie finished, I had a decent sized wet spot on my pants which was noticed by my cousin, who went to tell my mom.