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Leah

Accident oops
Hey guys, I had an accident on Thursday afternoon, I managed to have a poo at work, I would say it was medium in size so not massive and not small, with pointed ends.
Tracy the annoying office lady was pacing up and down the bathroom in her heels, talking on the phone to her husband or kid about a load of rubbish which she does a lot, walking past my unlocked cubicle door with me sat inside reading and trying to have my poo, which she only made harder as I could hear the clip-clop-clip-clop of her heels.
So my poo came out after some pushing and panting and I wondered if I had more up there, since I had a stomach ache and didn't feel relieved, anyway I wiped a little bit, my bum was quite clean, and flushed and picked up my black trousers and knickers and took my magazine back to the table.
I washed my hands and Tracy was just getting off the phone and walking into a cubicle as I was leaving the room.

Fast forward several hours in the afternoon and I'm back at home, the heat and humidity along with work was too much for me that day so I took my clothes off and had a nap on my bed, but I could feel something in my stomach so I squatted down beside my bed and inserted a mini-enema (thanks thunder!) up my bum, pushing it in as far as it would go and pressing it, feeling the liquid rushing into my rectum. I sat on the sofa for a bit and it didn't take long for my stomach to get crampy, feeling worse by the minute, I held on as long as I could and then I ran to the loo and literally threw my naked bum on the porcelain as I don't sit on loo seats, my bum is too big and I need room to move about.
So my bum exploded with several big blasts and about 50 loose plops followed I gasped with a loud "uuuuuuhhhh" as it was gushing out.
When it stopped I wiped and my finger went through the soaking wet paper as it was mostly goo on the paper, I cleaned my bum and got to bed for my nap.

I forgot about the enema and slept alot longer than I wanted to, I could have set an alarm but I didn't want to, I woke up just before 6pm and I thought poop! I need to get some food for tea, so I just threw on my work trousers and a tee-shirt and went out to the shop, which was fine, on my way up the hill I got a sudden need to fart so I did and I got stopped in my tracks when I pushed what I thought was a fart and my bum exploded, I could quickly feel my wet knickers pressing against my trousers, my trousers were soaking wet and I could feel something running down my legs, I clutched my stomach and very carefully waddled home.
When I got inside I carefully peeled off my trousers as I had more diarrhea blasting inside the bowl "uhhuhhuhhuhh" my trousers and knickers went straight into the laundry bin and my bum was very wet and gooey again when I wiped, I was very careful about farting after that.

In the few days since then my bowels are getting harder once again. The end!

Marina

First Poo Here
Hi, I've been reading your stories for 2 years... I finally overcame my embarrassment and decided to tell you mine since these posts are completely anonymous, so here's my first post. My name is Marina, I'm Spanish girl and I turned 17 last July. Men describe me as attractive. I look a lot like the Russian actress Marina Volkova, hence my name here (Father Matvey, Svet i ten mayaka, The Makarovs,...), with a button like and slightly upturned nose, a slightly more oval face, and softer features, creating a more teenage look. My hair, forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and lips are practically the same as hers. It's not surprising since I have blood from those regions of the world. My father, whom I've never met, is Romanian; he returned there before I was born. I'm 169 cm tall and weigh 52 kg. I have a nice, feminine body, on the thin side, although with good legs and a nice ass.

I live with my mother, an attractive, beautiful, and well preserved 40-yo Spanish woman, my dog, a gorgeous, very good natured and calm 3-yo chocolate Labrador (show line/English line, with a shorter and wider muzzle), and my precious 15-mo little brother, Pablo. Technically he's half brother, and my mother decided to become a single mother through insemination. It was a very personal and thoughtful decision. I encouraged her since we love children, told her I would help with everything, and honestly, we are very proud because this baby is, literally, the joy of our lives. He is a truly beautiful baby: very fair skin, dark brown hair with a defined brown eyebrows, a cute forehead, and Bambi-like, large, tender, and expressive light hazel eyes (light brown inner iris and blue outer iris), with chubby rosy cheeks. He looks like a Russian/Eurasian baby... In fact, people who stop to look at him tell us we should feature him in an advertisement.

My mother owns a business in the small city and we have a good life, I can't say we're rich but we are well off. We live in the countryside on a large, private, rectangular fenced property, with a nice 120 m² house and a pool, located in a fairly central position on the plot. In fact, the shortest distance from the walls of the house to the fence is 104 m, which in this case is the front wall. Any other point on the perimeter of the house is at a distance greater than this from the fence, leaving the house well hidden and private, which is exactly how I like it. I don't like houses that are almost attached to fences. If you have a large plot, in my opion it's better to put the house in the center of it so that it is as separate as possible in any direction from the limits of your land. We don't have close neighbors. I love gmaps and if you draw a straight line from my house to the nearest neighbor's house, the map shows a distance of 483 m.

This entire property belonged to my grandparents, and my grandfather lovingly built this house when my mother was little. About 3 years ago, they decided to sell it since they didn't use it much, so my mother bought it to live in year round. Now they live in a large house in the small city (where we're all from), located 7 km from here. It was easy since my mother is an only child (eventually, everything will be hers), and the house was in very good condition, although we had to fix some things to be able to live comfortably.

I've always loved the subject of poop. I think defecating is one of life's great pleasures... I like watching other people defecate and also, depending on who you are, defecating in company. I like watching myself defecate, and sometimes I use a mirror to see how the shit comes out of my body. I love defecating in private bathrooms and in family situations, at home, in family homes, in the homes where I babysit, and in secluded places that offer me some privacy. On the other hand, I don't like defecating in restrooms that don't offer me privacy, such as HS, public places, public restrooms, etc., not because they're public, but because they're crowded. I can pee in these, but I don't defecate unless it's a case of extreme necessity.

Having said all that, I'm going to tell you about my pooping session last Thursday. We spent the day at home. I didn't go out that day, and my mom had dinner in the city, so I stayed home taking care of Pablo. It was a perfect time to see me pooping, since I hadn't pooped in 3 days and my mom wouldn't be home. She doesn't know anything about the mirror thing so imagine if she caught me in action... Around 8:30 pm, I was taking my 4-cheese pizza out of the oven. My mom was getting ready, and Pablo, who had already had dinner, was having a major crying session. My mom managed to calm him down (she's better at it than me) while I ate my delicious pizza... By 9 pm, Pablo was already asleep. I had finished dinner while watching TV, and my mom came out of the house, telling me to set the alarm as soon as the outer door of the plot closed. I did. She told me to call her if anything happened. Around 9:30 pm, I had a good pee, and at 9:40 pm, digesting dinner must have been getting my bowels working because I started to feel the rocky sensation in my rectum. I waited 10 more minutes before going so the pressure on my anus would increase. I got up from the couch and turned off the TV. I took the baby-call. I went to my room to take my small convex mirror and entered the second bathroom of my house, closing the door very slowly so as not to wake our precious baby, who was sleeping right next to it. Compared to the main bathroom, both the position of the toilet and the lighting here are perfect for viewing my entire anal area with this small mirror while the shit comes out.

I placed the baby-call next to me, placed paper on the surface of the water so it wouldn't splash, pulled my clothes down to my ankles, and sat on the toilet. I opened my legs wide and positioned myself slightly leaning back, holding the mirror with my right hand resting on the front rim of the toilet until I found the correct position. I completely relaxed my sphincter, without pushing, and felt the pressure begin to bulge my anus as the huge, thick turd wanted to come out. The turd was very thick and wouldn't come out on its own. I began to push very gently and slowly to help it evacuate. I saw the enormous head of the turd slowly and widely open my protruding anus, accompanied by dilating sounds and small farts "pffft, tic, wif, pfff, tuc..." all this until it finally came out about 8 cm from my anus. It was huge, very hard and dry, about 6 cm thick, light brown, very lumpy, composed of pebbles (approx. 2-3 cm diameter) wrinkled and stuck together and forming deep cracks with a bit of mucus, type 2 on the Bristol scale. As the head of the turd hung from my ass, two pebbles fell off and unfortunately, during one of my inhalations, I breathed in 100% concentrated shit steam, the stench was incredibly putrid… I pushed hard and saw the turd start to move faster, the rest of the turd was less lumpy and I kept pushing until it was completely evacuated causing a "pouc" as it fell "aeeehhhh", about 6 cm thick, the same color and type 2 on the Bristol scale, although hard and with cracks on the surface. The entire turd fell, staying longitudinally between the front and back walls, about 30 cm long. I felt another piece, compact and well gripped, so I put down the mirror, repositioned myself to a more comfortable position and leaned forward. I pushed hard and felt the turd suddenly open my anus, sliding quickly until it was completely out "aeeehhhh", it created a "THUD" as it fell on top of the first one and the evacuation was easy even though the turd was thick. It was 6 cm thick, 15 cm long, light brown, compact, and surface cracked, a type 2 on the Bristol scale. The bathroom stank heavily of shit, not sulfurous or eggy; it was rancid with a distinct aroma of refrigerator with expired contents. I pushed again hard, and nothing came out. I felt completely empty, and the sensations during defecation were very pleasurable.

Although I didn't pee, I did clean my vagina, as sometimes the force of the pushes/sensations make me expel a little milky and viscous vaginal discharge. After that, it only took me 2 wipes to have my butt completely clean. To clean up the mess, I needed two flushes as I had to use the toilet brush to break up the first turd. The whole process took me about 6 minutes. I washed my hands and the mirror, sprayed air freshener, took the baby-call, and left the bathroom, being careful not to wake our little angel. I put everything back and continued watching TV in the couch. Around 11:30 pm, my dog barked, and I silenced him. It was a miracle he didn't wake Pablo. I looked out the window and saw my mom's car pull up to the outside door of the property (this is one of the reasons why it's so good to have a dog). Then she came in, and after a few minutes, we happily went to sleep. I hope you enjoy this big poo. Bye and happy pooping.

To Anna Beth
Anna Beth I liked your recent story about dropping a deuce at Cracker Barrel hope your poop came out smoothly. I pooped at the courthouse when I renewed my drivers license my poop came out smoothly it took about 15 minutes to go. Do u read when u poo? Or do u look at your phone? Looking forward to hearing from u! My name is Austin by the way

Thunder

Glycerin suppository
I mentioned in my last post about suppositories and how I get after reactions. A couple of days ago I inserted the glycerin suppository. Which seemed to work quite well but had no after effects.
I will try these for while and see what happens
Thunder.

STEPHEN.P

Last week I drove campervan to a car show two days later went home on bus to collect my classic car.The following morning I drove my car to the GYM exercised then went to ALL YOU CAN EAT IN TOWN then drove to the show
I arrived at the show to find the grey THUNDERBOX TOILETS had been delivered so parked and made my way to the toilet,The toilet was clean unused and two rolls of toilet paper, I locked the door dropped my shorts and pants then sat down I started to wee the sound of the wee entering the box was disrupted as I heard a ladies voice say o there is some one in there!!,As the wee slowed down I leaned forward arms in lap then my bowels opened it was awesome two minutes pooping then a wee.
I tore seven sheets from the toilet roll and wiped as it was poor quality I had to use another three .I pulled up my pants and shorts then activated the pump until my poop slid down the slide into the holding tank. I unlocked the door the went to my campervan washed my hands and made some tea.having drank the tea then carried on erecting the site.
We worked until seven o clock then I went back to my van had some tea
undressed sat on the ADVENTURIDGE POTTY and had another poop before getting into bed .The phone alarm woke me at 06:30.I had a wee dressed then took both kettles to fill at the tap three hundred yards away other side of the field. As I walked back I felt the urge for a BM stopped at the THUNDERBOX TOILET it was clean so pumped the liquid down the slide as the previous user had made a poor job .I locked the door ,dropped my shorts and pants and sat down ,imediateley I weed then my bowels openen I leaned forward arms in lap a pushed,it was a much bigger poop than yesterday as I was now pooping ALL YOU CAN EAT from yesterday again it was awesome,the toilet rolls was now a lot smaller but I only used ten sheets same as yesterday.

Tricky

Desert Dump, Pt 1
It was a Friday roughly 2 months after the events of "A Mass Bike Ride" on page 3078. A female coworker(the same one in "A Mass Bike Ride") had an abundance of avocados available and was giving free bags full of them to everyone in the office I worked at as well as anyone else she could find willing to take them. I don't know where she got them from, but they were perfectly ripe for eating right then and there and wouldn't last long. Under the expectation that I'd give them out to my neighbors, I received 4 bags from this coworker totaling 60 avocados. This was well over 10 pounds of avocados. My neighbors didn't want them. I decided I was not going to let them go to waste figuratively speaking, at least.

Over the weekend, I consumed all 60 avocados, and ended up constipated. It led to the production of a very big and interesting bowel movement during work that next Monday.

All of those avocados for whatever reason stopped my insides up, although with all of the fiber, I expected the opposite would occur while eating them. On Sunday afternoon, at two days without a bowel movement(keeping in mind I'm used to producing a foot-long log 3-4 times per day), I made a massive pot of beans and rice with five 16 oz cans of black beans and a pint of rice, with cilantro, onion, peppers, and hot sauce, hoping it would get things moving, and ate the entire thing. I wanted to relieve the bloating because I was starting to feel sick. It didn't get things moving, and made the bloating worse. The avocados were acting as a sphincter plug this entire time, the exact scenario I feared.

It was now Monday of the new work week. I hadn't pooped since Friday after lunch at work and was horrifically constipated and bloated. I was accompanying the aforementioned female co-worker who gave the avocados to me to a project meeting for my job in a remotely located area. We were going to do some surveying in the oil fields and along the state highway, about 300 miles away from my normal office building environment. We left early in the morning, around 6 AM. My insides were packed to the limit so much that I couldn't eat breakfast that morning, and I knew a truly epic dump was brewing. I was easily 10+ lbs heavier than normal just because of all of the unreleased solid matter clogging up my gut.

I had my coworker drive the company car, at my recommendation since I was feeling too sick and bloated to drive. I didn't tell her why just yet. My insides told on me instead as they loudly gurgled as I sat in the car.

*rrrr-R-O-O-O-R-R-R-t-T-T-T-T-T-whor-RRRRRRRR-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-T-T-T-T-plurt*

She heard my insides sounding like two elephants fighting. We'd both been on many work related drives before and I always had food with me to eat as someone who was almost constantly eating something, but not on this drive, and she noticed.

She asked, "You sound hungry. Do you need for us to stop somewhere to eat?"

I replied, "No. I'm not hungry at the moment."

She responded, "If you say so. Your ????'s growling like you're starving. Have you eaten anything today?"

I confessed, "No."

Confused, she asked, "Why not? You're always eating!"

I simply told her "I'm not feeling very well right now."

The noises continued, and soon I was a constant gas factory, which was not nice to my coworker who I involuntarily shared my stink with. Every time I had to fart I couldn't hold it, because I felt I was going to explode. The farts kept on coming without rest and the pressure built up so badly I could not control them. They were silent and felt very warm. I was farting constantly throught that drive. We kept rolling the windows down to let the smell out.

This forced a conversation early in the drive after perhaps the 10th time one of my farts were odoriferous enough not to be ignored, coupled with my inner peristaltic rumblings growing yet louder and longer.

*vwer-R-R-R-t-t-t-T-T-T-T-RWORTTTTTTTTT-P-T-T-T-T-T-rut*

This prompted her to remark, "Should we stop somewhere?"

We were getting to one of the few remaining towns before there would be nothing around for many miles. I considered my situation and responded, "I think that would be a good idea."

She then commented, slightly annoyed, slightly concerned, "Are you okay?"

I admitted "Yeah, but I shouldn't have eaten all of those avocados."

She asked, "How many of them did you eat?"

Plainly, I admitted, "All four bags."

She exclaimed with incredulity on her face, "You ate ALL FOUR of them!? I gave those to you to hand out to your neighbors."

I explained, "The neighbors didn't want them. I've been eating mostly avocados since Friday and I didn't want to waste any of them. I grew up poor and I hate wasting food."

She then admitted, "Jesus, you eat like a pig for someone so skinny! My entire family couldn't even finish a single bag!"

She then continued, not even concealing amazement, and maybe even slightly afraid, "No wonder you feel sick. That's impressive. You should join an eating competition."

We kept the windows of the car open because of my constant farts that smelled like poop. I felt bad for her but it could not be helped.

At some point, another fart hissed out of my butt. It was muffled but this time loud enough to hear.

*PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT*

It stunk like poop even worse than the others. As if I had an accident. It made her gag. She remarked, "Are you sure you're going to be alright? You could have stayed home and I could have gotten someone else to go with me."

She was holding her nose, now very annoyed and slightly angry, and continued, "I think you should use the restroom. We're stopping at the nearest place. This is ridiculous."

She wasn't wrong. I felt the pressure on my sphincter building. I responded, "I'll try to go. I don't like stinking up the car either."

We soon stopped at a gas station so I could try to poop. It was a single-occupant unisex restroom, very small, with the sink outside. Nothing but lots of gas came out as I sat on that toilet with my pants on the floor. Nothing came out of my rear end but air. Hot air, loud air, foul air, but only air. I pissed out all the water I drank that morning, but could not poop. After a few knocks on the door of people impatiently waiting for me to avail the restroom, I gave up after 15 minutes. There was a line of 2 people waiting, one entering in and the other giving me the stink-eye as I washed my hands, suspecting I was taking a big dump in there.

I got back in the car. She then took her turn to use the restroom, and came back about 15 minutes later, either having waited in line, and/or having taken a poop herself. I didn't ask what took her so long or inquire about what she was doing in there.

We drove off. I kept farting in the car. Now, mostly loudly. It kept on coming, and they stunk just like 3 days of backed-up impacted poop.

*BRORT* *fwerrr-r-r-r-r-r-R-R-R-R-t*

I apologized. We had to keep driving with the windows down. I wasn't embarrassed, but she was, simply because an attractive guy like myself constantly farting and her being subjected to my odor obviously made her very uncomfortable. My younger self would have been mortified.

Annoyed that my flatulence continued, she asked me, "So, we're you able to go?"

I confessed, "No. It wouldn't come out."

Showing a bit of concern, she then asked, "If you don't mind me asking, when's the last time you went?"

It was then that I revealed to her the size and scope of my predicament, "It's been three days, and that entire time, I just kept eating too much. I made a big pot of beans and rice yesterday and ate the whole thing, hoping it would get me regular. It didn't."

Her response, now very concerned, "That's not good <my name omitted>! You sure you're going to be okay?"

I replied, "For now."

She continued, "You poor thing. We can stop somewhere so you can get a laxative, if you want. And please get some Gas-X or something. You stink!"

I agreed, "Sure."

I normally don't take laxatives, but this particular bout of constipation worried me a lot. I could feel all of the impacted matter stretching the limits of my insides, and it would not budge when I last sat on the toilet.

She also now truly understood the totality of the situation. She was very much acquainted with my digestive output. Over the 7 years I worked with her, by the time the events of this story occurred, the following already happened:

-I clogged a toilet with a Pringle's-can sized turd and flooded the floor at another coworker's hotel room while she was there, and we all watched room service plunge it, to my great embarrassment t the time
-she's heard me take violently flatulent dumps through the vent between the adjacent Mens' and Womens' rooms more than once while she used the Womens' room on our floor(see "Poop at the Office" Page 2880 and "Re: Travis; adjacent Mens' and Womens' rooms at the office" Page 3109)
-while I sat plopping/farting away inside a portapotty during a long bike ride, she once held a conversation with me as she stood outside making sure no one stole my bike(story referenced earlier in this entry)
-she was told by one of the cleaning ladies how I clogged a toilet in the Mens' room early in my career -she frequently saw me carrying a magazine to/from the Mens' room on our floor since she sat near the Mens' room next to the secretary, knowing full well I went for a sit-down session multiple times a day at the office

She understood that I pooped a lot, and now she understood that I've been backed up for days.

A few minutes down the road, we stopped at a dollar store. I bought a bottle of laxatives, another bottle of water, and a book to read that I saw was written by a favorite author of mine. All of their gas-relief over-the-counter medicines were sold out. I also asked the young 20-something latina clerk to unlock the restroom so I could give sitting on the toilet another try.

I sat on the toilet of a single-user unisex toilet for 15 minutes with my pants all the way down, reading my book, and nothing budged. I got a bunch of pee out, and some farts, but that was all.

*knock knock knock*

I heard a key enter the lock. Immediately, I yelled "Occupied!"

But it was too late. The door swung open as I was responding, and I saw a male hispanic manager with a big beard in his 40s standing in front of a 30-something father with a 3-4 year old girl eagerly waiting outside jumping up and down obviously needing the toilet in a hurry. He immediately shut the door.

He replied to me from behind the door, "Sorry 'bout that boss!"

I replied, "It's okay." These were far from the first people to see me sitting on a toilet and I was not at all embarrassed.

He then continued, addressing "Yeah, heh, someone's still in there. Sorry."

I took that as my cue to pull my pants up, flush, wash my hands and leave. Nothing was moving anyway. As I opened the door, the two quickly rushed inside and I let go of the door once they were in. The man immediately shut and locked the door. The young female cashier who sold me the laxatives looked at me and laughed as I made my exit, knowing that I got exposed.

I took a full dose of laxatives in the car. The laxatives were fast acting and supposed to work within 30 minutes to 6 hours.

We continued onward.

To be continued in Pt 2.

Stranger
Has anyone had a poo next to a complete and utter stranger, and I don't mean on a toilet with a divider between.
A friend of mine was recently driving back from Manchester to London when the traffic had stopped because of an accident. She eventually became desperate for a poo, but was too embarrassed to climb up the embankment to the hedges and bushes. After a while she said the desperation became too much, and she got out of the car, when the lady behind her shouted to her, " are you going where I think you're going?" I said I was, she said, can I come with you, I'm too embarrassed to go alone, with all these people knowing exactly what I'm up to. Apparently the two of them together went up the embankment, skirts up, knickers down, and together had a satisfying poo! They even shared tissues. I didn't ask how close they were, or if they had a sneaky peek at each other.

Iris

Camping Day One
Hi everyone, Iris here! I mentioned earlier down the page about my camping problem and I wanted to give you an update. This is my second day camping and things are going better than I expected. I crapped yesterday at home before leaving and we stopped at a rest stop along the way to pee. It took me a few minutes but I managed. My older cousin crapped then and she was still out before me. I am still shy but doing better. At the actual campsite I managed to pee in the camping toilet last night before bed. There is no privacy whatsoever but I managed to go with my cousins there after holding it all evening. My cousins both went in front of us with no problems!

My younger cousin was the first to crap at the campsite, I actually woke up to find her sitting there having her morning dump! My older cousin went after her coffee but I haven't been able to yet. I am just too scared! I have managed to pee a few times though so I am making progress.

I will keep you updated

Iris

Anna Beth

Breakfast Bomb
Hi! I just did a really nice poop and wanted to share. So I met a friend for breakfast at the Cracker Barrel near my office. I ate some pancakes and drank coffee.

I did not go yesterday and I knew I was going to poop at Cracker Barrel. The bathrooms were clean and I entered a stall near the door and sat down and immediately pooped a log that must have been 18 inches long! It was thick too! Firm and soft. And it took only two wipes to get clean!

Oh it felt so good! This is going to be a great day!

Carsfan

Brands
Hey folks, this question is directed to those of us who have wear/ use diapers got whatever the reason. What brands do you use? I mostly use M4 and Rearz/ Incontrol diapers and Tena pull ups or Goodnites. I use plastic pants in public always to avoid leaks

What do other folks use?

Elvia

Donut shop with husband and question for other wives.
We all went out yesterday and decided to get donuts for breakfast. Since I hadn't pooped yet that morning I decided to see if there was a bathroom there to use. When I announced where I was going, my husband decided to accompany me while our kids stayed with the box.

There was a single person bathroom with one of those wall mounted toilets. I pulled down my shorts and sat down while he leaned on the sink that was next to the toilet. We talked about our plans for the day and things going with other parts of our life. My husband flushed the toilet for me after I was done and we left. Our kids even saved us a few donuts!

If there are other wives on the forum, I would love to hear how they handle things like this. Do you invite them or let them invite themselves? Do you let them help?

Mina

Dear Kimi
Thank you for your beautiful post. When Mina translating, Kazuko said "kawaii, kawaii" many times. It means cute. Kazuko says, little butt and medium butt, it is same. We are all big butt but not very very big, we are standard size for Asian woman.

Mina have to say sorry to you because when she check search space and type "Chae", she found "Michael" many times. So it is better you don't search "Chae". Better to type "Kazuko" or "Kazumi" or Maho" or Hisae" in search space. Then you will find many our stories. "Mina" is not good word to type, because it appear inside "interminable" and other words. "Minappe" is OK.

We are looking forward all of us to your adventures of your beautiful medium butt, and we also give you our adventures. Please give us many your stories!

We visited to China about six year ago. Mina think, we didn't write about that in this site. Hotel in Beijing had sit style loo, but public loo was squat style, just like you said.

We went to grassland on group tour and rode horses. There was public loo on camp site. Half of toilets were sit style, but on last day, temperature was very very high, so they closed public loo because no water. We all wanted to defecate after a breakfast so we went to other loo, but it was only one long ditch, and people squat over it and urinate and defecate. No doors and no walls. When we went in there were two women squatting, but they left very soon so it was only us four.

We really need to defecate because change of water so we had unhappy stomach. So we squatted side by side and after wee all four of us we began important operation. Splat splat splat splat land in four different parts of ditch. Sausages which come out from four butts were very large and many many.

After about 3 minutes another woman came in, she was young woman from our tour group, maybe few years older than us, and travelling alone. So she greeted to us, then she pulled down panties and squatted next to Kazuko, then pshiii, then splat splat splat like us. She defecated about five minutes and cleaned her bottom, she seemed surprised that we still defecating.

"You are doing very very much. You don't finish? Are you OK?"

"We are OK we think, but we need squat more, because more will come out" said Hisae with strain voice and brown banana hanging from her bottom. Brown banana seemed that she was smiling to three other brown bananas hanging from three other bottoms.

All four bananas dropped into ditch. Splat splat splat splat. Four new brown bananas appeared.

"You don't need hurry," said Natsuyo (Mina give her that name, it's not her name). "We still have a time. Go-yukkuri dôzo" it is mean, take your time.

"Arigatô" from four strain voices. It is mean "thank you". Four bananas drop into ditch and four new bananas appear.

Actually Natsuyo's pile was very large, she did diarrhoea a bit, but our piles larger!! We defecated more and then cleaned ourselves and went back to tent, we were about 12 or 13 minutes in ditch loo.

Maho says that when she is very constipate, it helps her to squat. But usually she doesn't need, because if she stays very long time with sitting, her mierda come out at last. Some times we like to squat, but only for short time. Ten or fifteen minutes is too long for squat.

Many public loo in Japan which are sit style have medicine on wall, we can clean loo seat before we sit on it.

Usually we don't hold back pee or poo. We go to loo as soon as we can. But sometimes Maho and Mina hold back poo on Fridays because we want to do very big poo on Saturday, we don't need go work so we can poo in front of all three friends. Some times Maho doesn't poo for one whole week, then she does a motion like an elephant, and we have to flush many times. But we can understand that you hold back, because in class it is difficult to go to loo. We have to wait until class end. Once Mina had to hold back poo in office because customer talked and talked and talked, he never stopped, but finally he went out, Mina's eyes said to boss "diarrhoea", boss smiled, Mina raced to toilet like Olympic gold medal sprinter, landed on loo with bump and poured her brown puree all over toilet for 15 minutes with flushing many times.

Kimi, we are happy you enjoy reading our stories! We hope you will be never bored with too many stories. Because Mina using this site for more than ten years! You were very little girl when she started and had very very little butt. We are also looking forward to read your stories about adventures of your beautiful medium butt! We promise that we will never say embarrassing thing to you. And if you yawn when you reading our stories, we forgive you!!

Love to everyone.

Chakamami Family

P.S. Anna Beth, thank you for wonderful story, But like we said before, don't say "poor toilet". You can't see huge smile which your toilet give to you when you pull down panties and show her your beautiful bottom?? Your mierda is delicious for toilet! Loggie and mushy both delicious. Your toilet loves you!! When you enjoy to be on her long time and defecate interminable, she is happiest toilet in whole world.

Tuesday, August 19, 2025

Leah

MJD
I can imagine it felt like ages sat on the sofa feeling full and needing to try and go. It must have felt good to have finally get it out.

I have been feeling sick for the past few weeks as I am on my period, I have a big bloated gassy ????, painful stomach cramps and constipation, laxatives are dangerous due to the stomach pain so outside of work, I have been in the care of Kelly.
I can't walk miles incase I have an accident, so I get the bus to work at the moment, I make lots of trips to the work loo and I'm in there for longer if I think somethings coming, I have even had to tell the cleaner so she can clean it with me in there, which is awkward. I have help from colleagues to help me do my work.
Sometimes when I fart a blast comes out with a little bit of diarrhea but my stomach aches leave me sitting on the loo squirming and pushing and massaging my ????, but after a while I have to give up.

When I finally get home I change into a loose short skirt and I take off my knickers to make it easier to get to the loo if I need to run, I spend my afternoons laying on the sofa sometimes curled up and Kelly will give me a good massage. I have clogged Kelly's loo several times lately, much to my embarrassment.
So I am very rough at the moment.

Sounds like a good story with Kelly in the bathroom doing her make-up and you trying to go. Was she right? Did some alcohol help you go?

I think so, alcohol loosens me up so my poops are always quite mushy but not diarrhea, just very soft

Have you ever had to go whilst on a night out, needing to push and strain in a pub or club?

I went in the local pub recently, the loo is next to the bar, so I was standing at the door when I got into a conversation, one hand on my churning stomach as I desperately wanted to go!
I finally said goodbye and walked through the door and through the second door, both loos in this little room both have broken locks, which is brilliant.
I pulled down my short skirt after closing the door and pulling it down to my ankles along with my thong, I would make a few pee trips in here this evening, which is fine for peeing, but pooping you have to try to stop someone walking in on you.
My handbag was sitting on the cistern, so I reached in and grabbed a magazine and opened it on my lap and started flicking through it "oooohhh" I grunted as my pee started dribbling out and into the bowl, my stomach was bubbling away and a big fart blew out my bum and I sighed loudly in relief, I noticed a small gap in the door as it didn't close fully.
I then hear some girls opening the doors and coming into the room, my hand wasn't enough to stop the door opening enough for a young woman to stick her head in, "excuse me!" I whispered as I trying to push my poo out and close the door.
The girl looked bemused and started laughing as the other girl was peeing viscously into the bowl, the peeing girl also started laughing when the other girl announced I had a magazine. They both peed and left and I had a big fat poo, it is much better on quiet days but I really don't know why they won't fix the locks

Sounds like a long time being sat on the nasty toilets. You mention grunting for 5 seconds, is that average or have you pushed / grunted for longer?

Well I'm sure I have but I never really thought about it! But I have to breathe before my next push so I guess it is much longer.

Have you got a preffered sitting position on the loo?

I sit either right on the front or in the middle, I have to get comfortable first and spread myself out.

I have a story if you'd like to hear it?

If you have any stories please tell them without asking for permission!
I'm just waiting for my cramps to go down and hopefully I can get my stomach sorted hopefully

Anna Beth

Saturday Morning Bomb
Whoa!

I'm really enjoying pooping!

So, last night I went out with some friends. We ate. Oh we ate. We drank beer. Add that to some extra fiber I had taken over the past couple of days and not five minutes after my morning coffee did I unleash the wrath on my poor toilet. It started loggie, but then it got mushy. It was a lot! I felt so light and energetic after I got it all out!

So today has been great and I have felt so good!

I hope that I'll be back to long logs and snakes next week!

Thunder

The Suppository
Yesterday I was working from home until early afternoon....I was a bit sluggish so I thought I would take the easy way out an slip in a suppository...which I did.
It took a while to work .......could have been three quarters of an hour. Always wait until you are in an urgent state for best results.
Anyway, sat on the pot and relaxed.....no pushing and there was a continuous train of little plops that went on and on.
Oh , what a relief....finished off with the bidet and left feeling quite relieved and relaxed.
About an hour later had another urgency so dashed to the toilet and out came fluid and a small amount of poo.
Then went to work and hit "hit" desperately again and just made it to the toilet before some poo and mucus shot out. That was all, cleaned up and got on with work.
Came home and after tea the same again...repeat performance.
I have purchased a different form of suppository that I will try next time....will let you know the results.
Thunder

Thunder

Lady has a good Pee
This week I went to my public toilets that is set in a quit, picturesque location. There are three toilets and are unisex.
I use to attend up to a few times a week but have moved location of my work so maybe every few weeks.
The other day I was in the area and despite having a poo before I left home needed to go again.
I went in the toilet and noticed a lady of late thirties to forty standing near the toilets,.....there were no other people nearby...went in sat down pushed out a poo and a wee , sat back and relaxed and somebody came into the toilet next to me. I heard pants and undies go down....a brief pause and then the flow of urine that went for a while...a brief break and she wiped, pulled up pants , flushed , washed hands...the flor had water on it and I could roughly see her reflection in the large puddle of water. I exited seconds later and that same lady was standing near the toilet , slowly walking away.
Thunder

Sophie

Chiara and I are Poop Shy
I wanted to share something that happened to me recently. I was attending the last lecture of the day and I felt that I could use the bathroom, for both things. When the lecture ended, I started chatting with my friend Chiara. I didn't expect it to become the long conversation that it turned into. We were left alone in the hallway. Our conversation finally reached a point where we could end it and I told Chiara that I would go home. We both walked towards the exit. As we passed a restroom, I told her goodbye, but she answered that she actually needed to use the toilet too. I'm not gonna lie, I was a little disappointed since I hoped that I would have the bathroom for myself. There were only two stalls in this bathroom, so we took them. I locked the door of mine and wiped the seat, making sure to use lots of TP so to dampen potential splashing sounds. Then I sat down and started peeing. In the other stall, Chiara also had began peeing rather loudly. Eventually, my stream stopped, and so did hers. I was really hoping that she would wipe and leave me alone for my poo. But you see where this is going: there was only silence. Chiara was probably having the exact same thoughts as I was having.
I tried pushing gently, but for some reason, I didn't have to poop anymore. My poop shyness completely suppressed the urge. I realized that it was pointless to try, so I wiped and flushed. There were still no sounds coming from Chiara's stall as I washed my hands. I said "bye" and left the bathroom.
I continued towards the exit, but not even ten steps in, my urge to poop returned in full force. I knew I had to go right now! So I made my way back to the ladies. I took the stall that I had left moments before. I sat down and to my surprise, I heard some light grunts from Chiara. She apparently was less self-conscious about being heard by someone she didn't know. I relaxed and my bum slowly stretched open.
Chiara was having some success as I could hear her poops splashing into the water in rapid succession. It sounded like she was having a rather loose bowel movement. The smell of her poop was also rapidly filling the room. It was not terrible, but not mild either. Meanwhile, my first poop grew so big that it broke of and splashed into the water. I was trying not to moan nor to pant so Chiara would not recognize me. Moments later, the second part of my poop dropped. I felt done but decided to wait a little to make sure that it was indeed all. Chiara was still working on her soft poop grunting slightly from time to time. I didn't feel anything more coming so I wiped and pulled up my trousers. My poop was rather big but luckily, it flushed without problem. I washed my hands, hoping that Chiara would not get out of her stall at this exact moment to keep my privacy. There was no reason to be afraid though, as she was still sitting on the toilet, either waiting to be finished or for me to leave. I washed my hands and went home feeling much lighter.

Malika

Hello
Hello, I work in a large company and there's one shared restroom with five stalls, rather closed off, but if you're quiet, you can still hear the occasional typical popping or peeing noise! Yesterday morning, I was smoking on the balcony with my colleague. Afterward, she said, "Oh, I have to go to the bathroom," and I had to. I just had to pee, though. We both went into a stall, I sat down, peed, and she continued talking to me about the annual financial statements, which are our top priority right now and are demanding everything from us. As we were talking, I heard her breathing and then she said, "Wait, I need to concentrate for a minute, the Turms is coming out, I've been going all morning." I heard the crackle and a loud plop, and she said, "Ugh, sorry, but when it's coming, I can't talk." Oh, there's another one coming, oh, it's coming slowly, wait a minute, popping." And then she peed loudly and tore off the paper and was cold. While washing her hands, she said it was urgent and that I felt 10 kilos lighter. And we got to work! It was a fantastic experience for me. I was really happy, haha.

David P

Latest update

Hey all,

Things have been non eventful for ages until the last few days. Well for the last few weeks I've been getting up late as I been staying up really late. So my bowels don't know what time they should open or what is happening. Which has led me to having to go for a poo when out on a day trip when I get there or getting random urges at home or even at family houses which I have a couple stores to share.

Firstly what happened the other day, I was on the way to a family members house for a meet up and on the way felt like I needed a poo and panicked a little - but tried to stay calm in the car as my family drove. When we got there We got chatting to family. I went up to wash my hands feeling a slight need but put it off as I was not at my own home, then sat down for dinner, I had forgotten the need by this point but when I excused myself to sit and rest for a bit. I was sat alone for a while listening to the chatter in the other room and decided to brave it. Upstairs would be quite so I went up locked the door and sat down on the toilet with my trousers and pants around my ankles. As I had felt pressure in my rectum and anus I thought the poo would have come out when I sat down but after sitting for a little while nothing came, I have been squatting at home lately but this was a normal toilet with no foot rest (I've since also at home put away the squatty potty back to normal sitting as it's quite annoying being out all the time and takes up so much space). So I knew nothing would happen unless I pushed. I held my breath and gave a push and out came some soft mushy poo, then I pushed again and out came a long turd. I stood up and looked in the bowl, some mushy poo like a cow pat and the turd on top. I wiped which took a while and flushed the loo, It took ages and I had to hold down the flush, the water just kept swirling and swirling.. eventually it went down. But shock, it left the big snake turd floating on its own without the paper. I waited for the flush to reset and could still hear laughing downstairs so hoped the second flush would be masked. Luckily this time I watched it whirl, worrying if the turd would stay in there and what I would do, but luckily it went down after a while... I washed my hands and went back down stairs.

My second story happened on a day trip out.. I had already woke up with a big urge for a poo so when I woke up went straight to the toilet and instantly without pushing soft poo came out, single thin logs that felt a little wet came plopping and plipping. I looked in the water afterwards and I would have been surprised if someone had told me the poo wasn't from a cow. I wiped my bum which took ages and flushed, returning to my bedroom feeling the burning of my anus. I got ready and went out to meet some people. Not long after I got there I felt the need again, dam we were on a day out traipsing around town with no real escape. After an hour of walking I felt like if I did not go that moment I would make a mess, luckily someone suggested we go to find some toilets. But when I got in there, I walked in a few cubicles that were full of poo already and the bowl was a mess. I, feeling desparate walked out and refused. Luckily we found some other toilets later which I used, and luckily it was a single enclosed space this time.. But surprising when I pushed only like 3 or so thin brown worms came out this time.. How strange? Yet the need subsided and enjoyed the rest of the day.

Bye
David P

Lee with Autism

Responses to…
Emily: Are you bad at holding it? Just asking.

Anna from Austria: really nice story, he he.

Anna Beth: congrats to your dump! Sounds refreshing

Thunder

Response to Leah
Leah, you asked about enemas . There are a few types . There is the plain tap water enema . I did have an enema bag but found it a bit difficult to use due to my neurological problems and threw it out . I have been to a " clinic" they will help you. Have not done that for quite some years. I use to have three enemas in an hour and it really cleaned me out each time . What an enjoyable relief . When I put my trousers on at the conclusion they felt looser . Now the after effect o. Each enema is different. Mostly I have a watery evacuation of a small
Amount at a point within an hour after, but once I have three separate large BMs within in a couple of ours , despite the enema giving very good results . Now ther are the Fleets enema that can be bought at the chemist. This is a small bottle of liquid that is squirted into the rectum, you wait as long as you can, several minutes or more and evacuate . I have used them only a few times with no after effect , except last time when I had a later reaction whist driving and shitted my underwear. It was not too bad because I was wearing incontinence underwear. Now was to suppositories and micro enemas they are common in respect to an after reaction . How I manage this is my incontinence underwear and keeping near a toilet for around six hours after administering same
. Despite all this I have had some accidents but the relief of using such medication outweighs the disadvantages. By the way last week I bought some glycerine suppositories and they are less reactionary and work slower so I will report back in due course. Thunder

Kimi

Thank you Chakamami Family
Dear Chakamami Family:
I'm so glad to see your long replies! Age difference is not a problem so you don't need to be careful of it. I found your previous posts just now and I was deeply touched by your stories. Having several friends to poop with is really amazing! I wish that I can get rid of pooping shyness and go to the toilet with friends to do the "Number two"(poop) together!

I know that Japanese also have the squat style toilets, so we are facing the similar situation. Nowadays in the village s and countryside in China, squat style toilets are common, whether in houses or in public. In city houses and hotels we usually build sit style toilets, but in public, squat style is the most, but sit style is gradually taking place of it. People have different ideas of the two style. As for me, I love sit style toilets at home, but when I'm in a public toilet. I hope that will be a squat style one because it's more clean and safe. (Some people believe squatting down is the most scientific style to poop well, but I disagree.)

When I was a little little child, sometimes peeing and pooping my pants, wetting my bed and make my little butt dirty were normal things. I was so lucky to have kind teachers and parents to deal with those problems, so I must give much thanks to them.

Now I hardly have accidents, but I often hold my pee and poop when the situation is not convenient to go to the toilet. I wonder how long can a person hold its pee or poop until it comes out to its pants. I also wonder how much can a person pee or poop at most at one time. I remember that once I held my pee for three hours or so. I was almost desperate to pee and some drops of pee were already on my underwear. My bladder bulged out badly, so I used a big bottle to pee in that time. The bottle was about one litre and I remember almost filling it with my pee. As for poop, I can hold my poop for a day unless I must do exercises or sports. but I heard that some girls can even hold them for ten days. I also saw that their poop could seem to be as thick as arms. I know that holding pee and poop is really bad for our health, but I really wonder.

I'm really happy that you noticed the word "little butt". (blushed) In fact my butt is also becoming bigger and bigger! So "medium butt " may be the best word to describe it now! My "medium butt" had many adventures before, and I expect more! Also, I'm interested in your adventures of your butt, so I'm looking forward to your reply!

Hope all of you have a good time. Thank you so much.

Yours,
Kimi

Trucker

Story from long ago
I am a retired truck driver i and so many stories it is crazy I started driving long ago back in the 80s. I will tell you truckstops back then are not what they are today they were dingy looking places and were not the cleanest of places to stop. Now a days you got all these nice big fancy places but a few decades ago not so nice. I remember this one time in the Midwest us I was driving and pulled in for the night at a small mom and pop truck stop not too many trucks parked. I got settled in for the night and slept in my truck I woke the next morning around 5 to get myself going went to the station made coffee got some breakfast sat for a bit knowing I was waiting for a turn at the bathroom and I mean turn this isn't a big fany loves or bucces it a local mom and pop they had one single toilet for the whole place and it was constant in use. By the time my guts were bubbling I guessed it was time I made my way to the bathroom and of course it was locked so I stood there and waited for a few minutes qhen the door finally opened a short little chubby blonde who worked there came out and apologized for the wait . I replied no problem I am about to be OK she replyed to me if you need a number 2 you will have to wait to I go get some paper I kind of grimaced a little bit and she could tell I had to sit down . I told her I had to go badly my bowels were screaming to be let go she told me go ahead and go I will knock and tell it's me with paper I said OK. I went in it was a very small bathroom toilet sink and door I sat on the toilet and exploded with a very runny poop. The bathroom was so small I could hold the door shut while sitting there. A few people came and knocked and tried the door but I had it locked I knew some drivers were waiting for there morning poo but I was still going pretty strong when the next knock I heard a voice it was that girl she brought some tp rolls I unlocked the door and cracked it enough to get them . She could see me sitting there on the pot pooping but I did that to. She gave it to me apologized and left. I finally finished up walked out and sure enough there was 2 man and 1 lady waiting g I apologized and walked to the front I thanked the cashier and left.

Trucker again

Having to go when a queue
This one time long ago at a very small truck stop with a a single bathroom i need to go very badly the food we eat on the road isn't the best. I was waiting for the toilet literally about to mess myself when a lady walks up behind me a little ???? but very cute she asked if I was waiting g for the toilet I replyed yes sorry she said no problem we waited a few min my sto.ach was churning I am sure she could tell I needed the toilet badly when the door opened finally a guy walked out I looked at the woman and said I got to go number 2 really bad would you like to go first she replyed that's OK I can tell you need the toilet more than me right now I replyed it might take a few min she said go ahead I went In got seated no vent fan or anything I tried to be quiet knowing g she was right there I pushed slowly and when it started moving it came out so fast and noisy I know she heard it so I proceeded to just do it and it was noisy. It took me 5 minutes I was so embarrassed as I opened the door I apologized she replyed it OKs every body poops because I need to also I left and went outside to my truck saw her leave the store 10 minutes later I guess she had a. Ig poo to

Carsfan

Wet Pants on the Train
Hi, I referenced an accident I had about 5 years ago when I was new to diapers and pull ups. It was during covid and public bathrooms were limited and many. closed. I had made the mental jump to knowing I required protection and had been using Depends pull ups for about a week. I had an extra cup of coffee then I normally do and had been drinking water through out the early afternoon. I had some errands to run downtown and took public transit. I had to go into the bank and felt the need to pee but stupidly decided to ignore it. I Finished in the bank and considered to trying to find a bathroom but couldn't and decided to get the train home. I had 8 stops before mine and right after boarding I felt a huge urgency to pee. I tried to stand up to take pressure of my bladder but it didn't work very well. I must have looked funny to anyone watching. At this point I made the executive decision to let go a bit as I was in a pull up. The feeling of relief was unbelievable. The problem became evident though as I had intended to only let a bit out. My body had other plans and continued wetting my pull up as it gradually became to much for my protection. I was sitting down at this point and trying to be discrete as I attempted to survey the damage to my pants and bum. The train seat was wet and it was obvious to anyone that I had wet my pants. I made a run for it at my stop. I had about a 8 minute walk home after getting off and was already is such a state of shame and embarrassment that I peed my pants a bit more walking home. I couldn't believe how wet my pants were when I took them off. The pull up did a bit but I basically just wet my pants to anyone who saw it.

It was a learning experience though and I use pull up for very short and specific purposes. Anything else or a potential situation where a bathroom is unavailable, I use quality diapers with tabs and plastic pants.

Sunday, August 17, 2025

Thunder

Thunderwear
I have mentioned several times that I wear incontinence undies, usually Depends. Typing "incontinence underwear" is rather long for me so I might refer to my underwear as "Thunderwear."
Thunder

MJD

To Leah
I can imagine it felt like ages sat on the sofa feeling full and needing to try and go. It must have felt good to have finally get it out.

Sounds like a good story with Kelly in the bathroom doing her make-up and you trying to go. Was she right? Did some alcohol help you go?

Have you ever had to go whilst on a night out, needing to push and strain in a pub or club?

Sounds like a long time being sat on the nasty toilets. You mention grunting for 5 seconds, is that average or have you pushed / grunted for longer?

Have you got a preffered sitting position on the loo?

I have a story if you'd like to hear it?

Elvia

Donut shop with husband and question for other wives.
We all went out yesterday and decided to get donuts for breakfast. Since I hadn't pooped yet that morning I decided to see if there was a bathroom there to use. When I announced where I was going, my husband decided to accompany me while our kids stayed with the box.

There was a single person bathroom with one of those wall mounted toilets. I pulled down my shorts and sat down while he leaned on the sink that was next to the toilet. We talked about our plans for the day and things going with other parts of our life. My husband flushed the toilet for me after I was done and we left. Our kids even saved us a few donuts!

If there are other wives on the forum, I would love to hear how they handle things like this. Do you invite them or let them invite themselves? Do you let them help?

Kenna

Helping Kenzie
Hey all! It's Kenna, back after a long time! It's been a whirlwind summer for Josh and I, and the time is just flying by! I still have been helping him go poop in various ways, and he still has his problems going, there just hasn't been a lot to post about or unique situations I've helped him out in! I did however recently help my best friend Mackenzie while she couldn't poop. She recently started dating a guy and they have not crossed any bathroom boundaries yet. They went away for a long weekend and stayed in a hotel. Mackenzie told me she needed to poop on Saturday, but after holding it in for several hours her urge completely disappeared and the last thing she wanted to do was sit on the toilet for a long time trying to go in the hotel. Sunday came and went without her being able to go despite trying a couple times after she got home to her place. Finally on Monday towards the end of the work day she got the urge to go again, and held it in until she arrived home after work. She quickly realized after trying to go again that this poop had become way too big and hard for her to push out after having held it in for so long. She texted me and told me her situation and asked if there was any way I could come over and help her go to the bathroom. I told her of course and told Josh I was running to kenzies place. I put Vaseline and a suppository in my purse and headed out. Once I arrived at kenzies place we made small talk for a little bit when she said "alright, may as well not put this off anymore, I'm going to go try again" and we headed for her bathroom. She removed her cute bottoms and sat down on the toilet. I stood next to her and grabbed her hand as she began to work on pushing. She would breathe, then a look of stark concentration on her face while she tried, going pretty red, give a cute little grunt at the ends of her pushes, suck in another breath and repeat this process. "Oh my God, it is SO hard Kenna" she whimpered."I'm trying not to let it go back in once I need to relax, but it's not working" "keep pushing girl, just try to get it started, and then it should keep coming" I rubbed her back gently with one hand and held her hand with my other. I could feel her body tensing up as she kept trying. After a few more minutes it was no good, and she wasn't able to budge it. "Did you bring a suppository with you? I can't poop this turd out without one, it's just too big and won't come out" I told her yes, and she got up off the toilet. We went to her room and she layed down on her bed and spread her cute little butt cheeks for me. "Ready"? I asked. "Yes, let's get this over with" Kenzie groaned. I lubed her up gently with Vaseline and dipped the suppository too to try and help get it in a little more easily. As I started to push the suppository in, I encountered the hard mass of poop sitting just inside her butt. It felt very hard. "Oof girl, that is a HARD poop" "ugh, tell me about it!" She moaned. After I got it in, I gently cleaned her up and we headed to the couch to watch tv while waiting for it to melt. We made small talk and caught up on all the girl gossip for awhile. Around 45 minutes had passed when Kenzie got up and said "ok, I'm going to try again" and headed for the toilet. She seated herself again and sighed. We made small talk again as she began grunting away trying to move the turd. She quietly cried "ow" a few times and gripped me tightly as I did my best to comfort her. She was struggling to inch this beast out of her butt. She leaned super forward on the toilet and I spread her cheeks a little as she kept pushing. The tip of the turd was sticking out but it was so big that she wasn't able to really move it during her pushes. It was very compact and made up of hard pebbles all jammed together. "It hurts Kenna, oh god I just want this to come out"! "You can do this girly, concentrate, it will be over soon!" I reassured. She pushed a few more times and sat up to rest. I suggested that she squat and see if it helped. I put toilet paper on the floor as she got into a squat over it. I went behind her and spread her cheeks as she got into a very low squat. "Push……push…….push….." I gently whispered to her……the squatting seemed to help a little bit but it was still so very slow going and this turd was insanely thick and not showing any sign of getting thinner or softer. Once again it almost looked like a cob of corn sticking out of her. "I'm grabbing some toilet paper and can try to pull as you push honey" I gently worked with her and wiggled it as she strained at it. Once it was out like 6" or so she couldn't squat anymore for fear of it touching the ground so I helped her back on the toilet and she leaned forward again. Around 10 minutes later or so it finally began to move on its own without me pulling. It landed in the toilet at around 18" long or so. Kenzie let out a huge sigh, and caught her breath. "I'm not done" she quickly said. She bore down again hard and I watched her anus slowly open as another nearly black turd began to come. It stuck for a few pushes and then began coming. I rubbed her back and kept her calm while she worked. This one was just a small chunk and dropped after 3-4". Another chunk, then another. "Jeepers girl you really had to poop!" "Ugh I know, it hurt so bad and was super uncomfortable to hold in but I knew i wouldn't be able to go at work!" She finished off with a log of poop that was around a foot long and tapered ever so slightly at the end. She grunted it out and strained really hard to get the last little bit out. I saw it come out and didn't see anymore poop inside her once it passed. She pushed a few more times to make sure and told me she was done. Her butthole was clean, not a single streak of poop on the toilet paper. "Well that was easy to clean up" I joked. "No crap, that was uber difficult" she said. "Ugh my butt hurts now" she laughed. The second problem was flushing. Her poop was way too big to go down and the toilet just swirled after trying to flush twice. I had to break it up and keep flushing and it finally went down. She invited me to stay for a now "late" dinner and Josh came over too. We all ate and talked and relaxed before heading home for the night. She texted later thanking me for helping her out. I of course told her it was no problem and she knows I help Josh go all the time so it's something I've definitely become used to! Bye for now! I'll post again when I can and keep updated about Josh and kenzies issues if they have any! Xoxo Kenna

Thunder

Thunderwear
I have mentioned several times that I wear incontinence undies, usually Depends. Typing "incontinence underwear" is rather long for me so I might refer to my underwear as "Thunderwear."
Thunder

Adam

Post Title (optional) How to deal with a Gob Shite
You know how i said in my last post that Sean my friend was caught short on his way home from school and did a big jobbje in his tighty whities and they contained it.Well a couple of days later we were getting changed at school to go to gym.I took down my school pants to put on my gym shorts and one guy had to comment that i had on my tighty whities.
Are those your dads undepants Adam ? came from his mouth. .He didn't expect my reply.I said no but them things you got on are a worry (He had on loose fitting boxer shorts) I continued "You know when your Gran passed did she leave you her bloomers because i think you are wearing them arn't you today " There was immediate silence from Nathan. Then Sean butted in "Oh yes Adam look you can see where her suspenders were fastened on the legs" Well the place fell apart laughing. He won't comment on my underpants no more.! When we were going home Sean and I were still laughing about it and Sean said i hope he never shits himself in them boxers because it will be in his boots in 2 seconds there will be no stopping it.
We both had a real good laugh

This site is like a Circle of Friends.I love it

Love to you all Adam

Tricky

The Day I Learned a New Technique
I was 16 and was maybe 2 months from completing my sophomore year of high school. It was the afternoon and school had just let out for the day, and like any other school day, I'd been holding in my poop for most of it because I didn't want to use the doorless stalls and experience other students making fun of me or harassing me while I'm on the toilet.

I'd already used doorless stalls and even open toilets quite a few times by this point when I had no choice(see "My First Time Using a Doorless Stall" on Page 2875, "A Middle School Poop Story" on Page 2944, and "An Honest Mistake and a Lesson Learned" on Page 3112), but I never was comfortable enough to just do it in a non-emergency situation and still preferred to hold it rather than risk being seen on the can with my butt and privates exposed to an unwanted audience.

Me and some fellow students were in a minivan being driven by a teacher to another school out of town for an extracurricular activity. My insides were gurgling and I could feel the battering ram in my lower GI tract ramming its exit point with each bump in the road. I held it in all day, in hopes that when we got to our new location for the extracurricular, I'd have a decently private place to shit. My insides were gurgling so loudly with the sounds of peristalsis and built-up gasses that the other students could certainly hear it. It sounded like I was farting, even though I wasn't.

A boy sitting next to me, a short and small freshman with blonde hair spiked up, could no longer contain his amusement about the fact that my insides were making rude and audible noises that everyone could hear.

He rudely but quietly asked me, "You sound like you need to take a shit. You've been holding it in all day, haven't you?"

I answered, "Yes, I really need to use the bathroom."

Then he loudly blurted out, "Can we stop somewhere? <My name omitted> just said he needs to take a big, fat poop!"

The teacher driving us then said, "I didn't need to hear that! And we're almost at the school." as the other students laughed at my expense.

Everyone laughed but me. I was very embarrassed. And even worse, I still really badly needed to poop.

About 5 minutes later when we got to the school, I rushed to the nearest Boys' room at the entrance near the gymnasium, not knowing what to expect because I'd never been inside of this school before. I walked carefully, deliberately, and hurriedly, with a heavy, weighty, hard, compacted mass exerting great pressure on my ring piece. It hurt to walk I had to go so bad. As I approached the entrance, I thought I was pooping my pants as loud, wet-sounding, and obnoxious farts started involuntarily slipping out with each foot step, but luckily it was just gas. Unluckily, the students I was with and the students from other schools in the hallway heard it, including a few girls, who started giggling while watching me enter the Boys' room.

I entered the Boys' room. The lone sit-down toilet was the first thing to come into view. To my disappointment, it didn't even have what could be called a proper stall around it, just a brick half-wall, with no door. Viewed from the entrance facing into the room, the crapper was on the right nearest to the door, adjacent to it was space for another toilet that looked to have been removed at some point, the sinks and mirrors directly across from it to the left, and the three partitionless bowl-style urinals adjacent to the "stalls" just ahead of the commode at the back end of the room also across from the sinks.

I seriously contemplated walking out and trying to hold it until I could get home, but feeling the tip of the turd crowning out and threatening to kiss the back of my underwear as a sharp stabbing pain shot up and down my abdomen from the pressure that this massive, solid, impacted mass was exerting on my body, I knew I wasn't going to be able to wait the 2 or 3 more hours before we could get back to my home school, let alone walk home on top of that. My fate was sealed: I desperately had to poop here, and there wasn't going to be any privacy if someone walked in on me. Luckily for me, no one was present and I currently had the room to myself, so I hurriedly sat myself down on the toilet, pulling my shorts all the way down to my shoes as I normally did, hoping I could hurry up and finish before anyone else came in.

Sitting there, the "stall" had walls that went up to just below my shoulder, and was only enough to cover the back of my ass. The edge of the brick walls on either side of me didn't even go forward to my shoes or knees, and were barely wide enough to fit a toilet paper roller. They obviously weren't designed to ever be upgraded to have a door, and it appeared as if their sole purpose was to hold toilet paper, and do nothing more, and one of them wasn't even doing that.

*BRORT-t-T-T-t-T-fpht-PROP-POP-POP-POP*

In my rush to hurry and get this over with, I ripped a very long, loud, and obnoxious fart that echoed about the room. It instantly made me feel embarrassed, even though I was alone in the room. I didn't feel any pressure relief, but my body half-decided it didn't want me pooping here as my bowels locked up. I still felt like I desperately had to take an emergency poop, and I could feel the tip sticking partially out of my butthole. but it just wasn't moving. I was simply too embarrassed and my body was reacting accordingly, and even as I pushed and strained and tried to get things moving in effort to hurry before someone walked into the room and saw me, it just didn't budge. How I wished it did.

I pushed, and pushed, and pushed. Easily five minutes passed before my sense of embarrassment died down, I could relax, and everything started moving again, miraculously with no one coming in this entire time thus far. But when it did start moving, it was like a freight train in the process of building up an unstoppable momentum.

*plurph-t-z-T-z-T-z-T-z-phlupftshloopf-t-F-T-F-T-t-z-t-z-t-z*

It was very slowly and very loudly crackling as the log worked its way out of me. I wanted to hurry, but I realized at the size of this thing, there was no rushing this and I couldn't push and strain anymore. This dump rivaled the size and feel of many of my post Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas dumps. My ring piece felt stretched to its absolute limit and it hurt so much as it worked its way out that I had to avoid straining so as not to hurt myself.

Then the door opened. I looked to my left, and could see that same Freshman who made fun of me in the minivan on the way here enter. I was immediately very embarrassed again. With the door open, anyone in the hallway who was looking in would have been able to see me on the toilet. He entered, shut the door, walked passed me while staring with amusement, and stood at one of the urinals.

He then commented, "I was hoping this school wasn't set up like ours. But it's worse!"

Our high school may have lacked stall doors, but most of the Boys' bathrooms at least had normal partitions, making it easier for people to avoid looking at you if they didn't want to. Here, I was sitting on an open toilet in full view of someone I knew, who stared at me. And I hated it.

As he unzipped, he let out a short but volumous fart,

*BrrrR-O-O-O-T-t*

He continued, pee stream now spraying out, saying "I have to shit too, but I'm gonna' hold it 'til I get home. F*ck this!"

Every boy at my school seemed to do that. No one wanted to be bullied or harassed for pooping at school while on the can, and those students who found themselves sitting on a toilet with their pants down were very often bullied by other students while at their most vulnerable. Lack of stall doors was a common complaint.

My bowels locked up again. But this was a different school than mine, and that student body wasn't here other than the kids I rode in the van with, so that fear of harassment isn't what was locking my bowels up. It was embarrassment. I avoided straining and pushing, as I didn't want to make a show out of it, nor cause my insides more pain.

I had a massive unbreakable logjam sticking halfway out of my butt by at least six inches as I awkwardly sat on the toilet with my butt exposed, right hand trying to cover my genitals, and zero privacy, as a classmate was trying to converse with me, having seen me in my current compromised state. I could see his back and my own face in the mirror in front of me, similarly to the military latrine I'd used a month later(see page 2955 "Semper Fi").

As he zipped up, and turned around to face the sink, it finally started moving again, first with a fart, then loudly crackling out. I felt waves of embarrassment return. He watched me in the mirror as he approached the sink.

*GRORT-pfffft* *plshft-t-T-t-T-t-T-t-T-z-Z-tZ-z-T-Z-t-Z*

I think it was embarrassing for both of us, because as he washed his hands, he tried to avert his gaze away from the mirror as this monstrously large poop continued loudly slithering out of my asshole. He could hear how big of a poop I was taking, and I think that put into perspective that this was not a funny situation for me.

He commented, "I had to poop in the locker room really bad after PE once. Everyone made fun of me."

The locker room at our high school had a similarly open toilet, viewable to all 30+ people in the room. He'd obviously been in my shoes before.

As he approached the door to make his exit, it opened and in walked a much older student, probably a senior at this school. He was tall, easily over 6'-2", maybe 200 lbs, had his brown hair combed down in front of his face, wore a red varsity jacket and blue jeans, and started fixing his hair in the mirror. He looked like a younger version of Ogre from "Revenge of the Nerds" and was very muscular.

He went to the sinks and started fixing his hair.

This made me very uncomfortable as there was only my ongoing bowel movement breaking the silence, as he stood at the mirror staring at himself, me struggling on the toilet with a monster log of crap being slowly extruded from my ass also in his field of vision. He wasn't averting his gaze so much as focusing on his own appearance, and there I was awkwardly in the background taking an unusually big crap.

The door opened again. This time, a group of older students from the football team came in to use the urinals. As they walked passed me, one of them addressed the guy at the mirror,

"Coach wanted to talk to you. He's pissed you left without saying anything."

The guy at the mirror responded, "Tell him I had to take a shit! That's all it is. If he wants, he can talk to me when I'm on the shitter after this kid finishes, I don't care."

They all started quietly laughing. They took turns at the urinals and then washed their hands at the sinks. It was easily 6 or 7 students who saw me on the toilet at that moment.

*bloop*

It finally dropped out. They heard it plop, while they saw me on the shitter, and it was super awkward. Mercifully, everyone including the first guy all decided to leave once I started rolling the toilet paper, so I at least got to wipe in private. I think they sensed my embarrassment as well. I recall it being a very messy and involved cleanup job that took some minutes.

The single log I struggled to void almost clogged on the first flush. It was jammed. It took two more flushes to go down and the toilet bowl was streaked brown with its remnants, looking as if someone smeared half a jar of almond butter all over the toilet bowl.

As I was washing my hands at the sink, the first jock who needed to shit came back in. Without saying a word, he walked right over to the toilet, pulled down his pants, sat down, and audibly started pushing out a big shit.

It was here that I learned a new technique. I could see that he didn't have his pants all the way to his shoes as I did. He had them pulled to his upper legs with his varsity jacket and underwear covering his privates. I was generally most comfortable pooping at home or in a stall with my pants and underwear all the way down, and that is what I always did, but I was not comfortable exposing myself in doorless stalls or open toilets. He was thus demonstrating to me a great idea for such an embarrassing situation.

He seemed much less bothered about pooping exposed to an audience than I was, as if he's done this on a regular basis. I still felt sick with embarrassment that he and his classmates were watching me shit just minutes ago as I now washed my hands at the sink watching him shit. And with the way he covered himself, I didn't see a whole lot. I could see the sides of his ass exposed and it is obvious what he was doing, but somehow this situation didn't feel as uncomfortable to me anymore. He didn't seem naked, as I felt I was moments ago. I'd found a very useful life hack.

I could audibly hear him grunting and farting quietly with each push as he sat there pushing and straining. By the sound of the crackling noises, accompanied shortly during each push, he may have been taking an even bigger shit than I just did. As I walked toward the exit, I heard what sounded like large fish repeatedly jumping out of the water, interspersed by farts.

*bloop* *fwerr-r-r-r-r-r-r-t* *ploop* *pfffft-t-t* *bloosh*

He sighed in relief, totally unconcerned that I was a witness to his ordeal, just as he witnessed mine.

While I exited, I saw what looked to be a coach heading to the Boys' room, and held the door open for him. Whenever that door swung open, anyone in the hallway could see the toilet's occupant. I was never happier to be finished with a bowel movement in my life.

When I rejoined my classmates, no one said anything about why I was gone or tried to embarrass me any further than I was. But I did not like the fact that a student from my school saw me on the toilet. He'd remember that every time he saw me from then on. Just as I remembered the student I saw use the toilet after me.

And now I had a means to make taking a poop in a situation lacking privacy in front of other people a bit less intimidating or embarrassing. And it happened many times that I needed such a toilet and couldn't hold it for a better option, the first time using a military latrine(see "Semper Fi", page 2955). I thought doorless stalls would never be a worry after high school, but I was wrong. Campgrounds, parks, trails, fairs, a bus station, public libraries, bars, restaurants, gas stations, and many other places I ended up having to take an emergency poop at a public restroom and there were no stall doors or even stalls, more often than not with other people present. But from then on, every time I pooped in a doorless stall or open toilet, I put my pants at my upper legs and used my shirt to cover my privates, instead of just throwing them down to my ankles as I would in a normal stall. Other than holding it(I don't do that anymore, a working toilet is a working toilet!), it's really the best I can do. At this point, I've probably done it hundreds of times.

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