Mina
Some answers and a story
Dear Iris,
We are sorry we can't advice to you. Because we are very different! We are never nervous about defecating, and we happily defecate in front of our crushes.
But we are keeping fingers crossing for you. We are happy that you managed to pee. When you finally have to poo, we hope your cousins will be kind and understanding, when they see you are so nervous.
Dear Kimi,
Another beautiful story! Thank you! We really enjoy to read about the adventures of beautiful medium butt. Mina never write with sitting on the loo and defecating interminable, because she needs her dictionary and vocabulary notebook. We admire that you can write and defecate in a same time. and it was nice to see that you did a very lots, because that is just like us, our bowel motions are unbelievable huge because we eat like tyrannosaurus. But because we also defecate like tyrannosaurus, we don't get fat, touch the wood.
My mother said that when she was very young, toilets in trains were squat style, and wee and poo dropped onto railway line below train. Hisae had experience to defecate in Japanese bullet train but her toilet was sitting style. One Japanese novelist wrote story about Japanese young woman who travelled from Osaka to Tokyo to get married and on the train she was a diarrhoea, so she had to squat on train toilet long time and many times because in those days train was slow and time was nine hours.
Tuesday last week Hisae and Mina had amazing time in beige loo. (Maho and Kazuko pooped in green loo.) We now poo before we do makeup, because we sometimes cry and often kiss, not good for makeup. Hisae sat down, lean forward so Mina could watch her. She dropped one large sausage, about 25 cm long. Then she gave loud o-nara (fart) and her beautiful bottom opened wide. Turd came...and came and came and came. Maybe Chae defecating non stop for nearly 20 seconds!! Her turd was a bit soft, not very soft, and how long we don't know, maybe nearly a metre. It curled round and round changing direction sometimes when it reached loo water. So look like snake!!
"Chae, you have to stop."
"I can't stop." But finally she stopped. So Mina could flush. When we flush, motion girl always stands, so we can close toilet lid. That is for prevent disease. But when Hisae stands after her defecate, Mina always feel envy envy envy. because her bottom is so beautiful, two perfect melons!! Mina want bottom like that.
After flush Hisae sat down again and dropped two brown bananas, then three brown lemons, then many brown strawberries, then finish. Mina getting impatient because Hisae sitting on toilet more than ten minutes, and Mina's bottom saying threat things to Mina. But finally Hisae finished, and because Mina was hurry, she dried Hisae's bottom with beginning her defecate. Then Hisae turned round so she could kiss to Mina long long kiss.
Mina hoped to produce snake long of one metre like Hisae but the God was not kind to Mina. Her snake broke to many pieces. Plop plop plop plop plop.... "Wow Minappé. How many you are pushing out??? You have to stop!!" (Hisae stopped kiss to say this words.)
"I can't stop..."
Plop, plop, splat, splat, splat.... But finally Mina succeed to take a break. She stood up, Hisae closed toilet lid and flushed, with saying, "Minappé your bubble butt is most beautiful bubble butt in while world."
That flattery is very pants. Why Chae say such a nonsense? Mina sat down again, and resume plop plop splat, more and more. "Minappé, beautiful." Like you say Kimi, under our big butt is beautiful artwork!! (In both cases, very very large beautiful artwork.) Mina gave to Hisae long long kiss. But kiss and defecate in same time is not easy.
So MIna also sat ten minutes, actually nearly fifteen, then washed her bottom and Hisae dried it. But we are early bird so we have time for makeup, and also dressing, because it is very hot now so our la ba ba is birthday suit. Then we met Maho and Kazuko outside flat and went to work together. Looking at eyes of Maho and Kazuko, we immediately know that they also had great time on toilet together. We can always know by their eyes. We don't work same office (Maho and Kazuko do) but we use same train station.
Kimi, you are right. La ba ba is most relaxed thing in life! We always looking forward to next la ba ba! We hope you will have wonderful la ba ba every time you need, and admire your beautiful artwork every time. We all four of us send you our warmest love.
And love to all people this site.
Chakamami FamilyAdam
Post Title (optional)On the Tube
Hi all.
Just reminded me of something i saw on the Underground(Tube) in London.I went to visit my mothers sister my aunt in London.She suggested that my cousin some years older than me took me into town to see the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace.When we were going home we of course caught the Tube.It was very busy.I got a seat on the longitudal seat backing onto the windows as they all are on the Tube.My cousin got a seat opposite.After a few stops a youth got on aged about 18 or 19.He had to stand and hung onto the grab rail near the doors with one hand.He looked pensive and kept looking at the stations we were going through.He kept biting his finger nail with the hand he had free.He kept turning sideways and then back.He was obviously in a rush to get off.Suddenly his black trousers bulged at his bottom and i realised why he looked so worried he desperately needed a shit.Of course it was too late and he had an accident.It must have been quite a cloddy dollup.Obviously holding it all day at work.Well he must have figured he could get home for a nice comfortable private shit but it overgot him before he got home and he lost complete control as he stood there.He got off at the next station and we got off as well to change trains.We were behind him as he went up the escalator.Half way up he put his hand on his bottom and felt his creation nestling there.He disappeared at the way out point because we were going for another train and not leaving tbe station.My cousin and other passengers were not aware because everyone in London is wrapped up in their own business.
I thought to myself well hes'got some extra washiing to do now when he gets home poor guy.I hope he lives alone so he doesn't have an embarressing confrontation over his messy kecks at home.Cor blimey as they say in London.
AdamSTEPHEN . P
Two days ago Wednesday I caught the 12;00 AM bus to town then went into all you can each after eating a large amount and two pints of Guinness which took three hours I paid bill then left to catch bus back home on way went into a pub and had another pint of Guinness.
One hour later I caught the bus home . The bus dropped me three hundred yards from my house . I walked into the field to wee . A lot of piles of poop were on the ground so had to look for a suitable spot. I took of my trainers ,shorts and pants the squatted down hoping I would poop as well as a wee. I had a wee then I stood up then squatted again I pushed several times the stood up for a few minutes before squatting for a third time then squatted again I had a wee the began pooping,I managed to do a small pile before wiping then dressed and continued home had a glass of lemon juice and sat in garden.
Six am I went in house to bedroom then went to sleep I woke a few times for a wee then at 06;30 alarm woke me had a wee then went downstairs. had a quick wash brushed my teeth filled kettle tea bag into mugs with milk . suddenly I had to do a NUMBER TOO URGENTLY so went into garage lifted lid on the THETFORD 66 foot onto slide then sat down Immediately I started a NUMBER TOO WHICH TOOK TEN MINUTES !!.I reached over and grabbed the box of KIMBERLY CLARK INTER LEAVED toilet paper and wiped,then dressed flushed then back to kitchen
At 2 pm I drove van to GYM as I was getting out I had to poop again I pulled the pottie from the locker and used it for another NUMBER TOO which this time was four minutes before wiping.
This morning I had breakfast washed brushed my teeth went to the village stores bought a lottery ticket then went into shed and used the THETFORD 66 had a NUMBER TOO which took four minutes wiped with ELSAN BLUE toilet paper
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.
Tricky
Desert Dump, Pt 2
Some hours later, we stopped at a gas station still some 130 miles from the job site. My co-worker now needed the restroom. Like me, she drinks a lot of water and pees a lot. I also felt the beginning stages of movement, as if I'd finally be able to take a long-awaited and overdue poop.
An obese middle-aged latina clerk with dyed-blonde hair, painted-on eyebrows, and thick lipstick, eyed me as I entered, my book in hand for reading material which I was reading in the car, and watched me look around the entire store for the Mens' room. She politely asked me, "Do you need the restroom?"
I responded, "Yes."
She pointed to an unmarked door by the back and said, "Over there, mijo."
My coworker entered the store and followed me in through the door.
We went into a hallway, with doors to indicated Mens' and Womens' rooms, and each took our respective restrooms. The Mens' room had a single bowl-style urinal next to an open toilet less than two feet apart, with only a shallow partition between them, sinks/mirrors on the opposite side of the toilet, and no lock on the outside door. The room was a bit of a mess, with a sizable yellow puddle of pee on the floor underneath the urinal, toilet paper scattered all over the floor, graffiti all over the walls, and the inside of the sit-down toilet's bowl coated with a generous layer of brown fecal smears. In spite of this, the toilet seat appeared clean upon inspection. This would have to do.
This was intended to be a multi-user room, so I resigned myself to the fact that if anyone came in, I'd have an audience and zero privacy. Oh well, far from the first time. I could feel my lower GI tract twinge as if it was finally about to expel solid waste. In anticipation for the epic battle with my colon ready to start, I lowered my slacks all the way down to try to get as comfortable as possible, readied my reading material and dress shirt on my lap to cover my private, and looked forward to this much-needed relief, in spite of being presented with this otherwise undesirable restroom arrangement fully lacking privacy. I was intent on pooping here come Hell or highwater and wanted to get it out, even if I had to sit on this toilet for a long time. I didn't care if anyone walked in and saw me on the crapper with my pants and underwear down at my feet, as that already happened many times before in my life including just a few hours ago at the dollar store. Normally, in a doorless stall, I'd sit with my pants at my upper legs, but the large size of the book gave me more than adequate coverage, and I'm much more comfortable trying to push out a big turd and sit for an extended period with my pants all the way down, than pulling them up to my upper legs. With my pants all the way down, I'm better able to maneuver all of my muscles as needed to get that extra few percent of flexibility needed to push it all out and it also provides for a much easier wiping experience.
I sat on the toilet loudly farting, amplified by the toilet bowl as I sat with my hairless legs and boy-smooth ass fully exposed and dress pants at my socks, book and dress shirt covering my privates. I sat there, relaxed, with a slight closed smile in great anticipation of finally getting this all out of my system.
Within about 5 minutes, three people came in at once to take turns to pee, all three middle aged Mexican men, all dressed like construction workers. It sounded like I was pooping out diarrhea to any observer, but I only wished I actually was pooping out anything at all as I sat. Nothing solid or liquid was coming out while my posterior generated lots of loud and awkward noise reminiscent of a trumpet each time I gently strained and pushed. With each fart, I could feel the pressure finally ease on my insides. The laborers were obviously uncomfortable seeing me on the can exposed like this, as I sat looking like a well-dressed and attractive teenaged schoolboy, making these rude noises, only my book on my lap for privacy, comfortably reading and in my own world as if there was absolutely nothing abnormal about the fact that I appeared to be defecating in full open view of strangers without privacy, and enjoying it. They put great effort into averting their gaze from me, as the first used the urinal standing right next to me, and the other two waited in line turning to face the entrance until their turn to piss came. It was much more awkward for them than me, but I was very used to doorless stalls and open toilets at this point as I'd used them many times before.
Finally, much anticipated movement.
*ploop* *FWERRRR-r-r-r-r-r-r-t*
It wasn't much, but I felt it splash my butthole. Rather disappointing. I'm sure they heard it as they were very quick to leave and didn't even wash their hands, obviously not wanting to have to watch me on the toilet through the mirror either. I thought the whole scene was hilarious, other than the fact that not much poop was coming out of me yet.
Minutes passed. No more solids moved, just gas. I felt slightly better, regardless. I continued pushing, straining, farting, hoping I could poop out the Shitzilla I could still feel rampaging around in my gut and roaring like a monster with the sounds of obvious peristalsis and excessive flatulence.
About 10 minutes later, another man opened the door as I was letting out a loud, bowl-shattering, wet-sounding fart. He was a younger white man in his 20s, also appearing to be a construction worker or oil field worker.
*ROMP-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-T* *ploop*
He saw me sitting on the toilet exposed, reading, calm and confident, as I felt another small piece drop out. With a shocked voice at seeing me there, he remarked with exclamation, "Oh shit! Sorry kiddo."
I looked over at him, we locked eyes, and said, "I don't mind. Go on ahead."
I felt like a really big poop was finally crowning and pushed as hard as I could.
*BRAAA-p-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-T* *bloopt*
Another bowl-shattering, wet-sounding fart came out followed by another hard but small piece of poop. Hardly any poop came out, but it legit sounded like I had diarrhea.
Upon hearing that noise and perhaps seeing me strain as my knees spread out and quivered during a very high-effort push, he immediately turned around and walked out. This was obviously too awkward for him. It was no secret what I was doing and there was zero privacy here.
More minutes passed, maybe another 10 or so, as I kept farting and nothing more came out. I checked my phone for the time. I'd already been in there for 30 minutes. We were running out of time and had to get to the job site in a a bit over 2 hours. While looking at my phone, I got a knock on the door and saw it crack open. It was the clerk.
With a bit of annoyance and impatience, she yelled, "Are you about done in there? I'm about to do a scheduled cleaning."
I let out more gas, echoing about the bowl...
*brrr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-t*
...as I told her, "I'll need a few minutes."
She yelled, "Kid, you've been in there for more than 30 minutes! Are you playing with yourself in there!? If you're not out in the next 5, I don't give a rat's ass if you're done or not, I'm coming in!"
The door shut. I took her threat seriously and that was my cue to leave. Nothing substantial was happening, and she made the situation that much more awkward. I wiped and it was clean on the first pass. In the toilet bowl were three golfball-sized nuggets of dense, compacted, light-green poop. It wasn't hardly anything. I flushed, washed my hands, and left, feeling slightly better from getting rid of all of that gas and a little bit of solids, but still very disappointed that I didn't actually get it out. It still FELT like I had to poop urgently after I got off the toilet. The mass proved immovable, and it was going to come out when it was ready, regardless of what I wanted.
The rude clerk was awkwardly eyeing me as I purchased some more water and some snacks. For the length of time I was in there, she knew I was sitting on the toilet. As the employee tasked with cleaning it, she also knew at least 4 other people saw me sitting on it due to lack of privacy in the room, and she definitely heard me fart while seated when she waited outside the door. It was as if I broke some sort of taboo by being comfortable enough to sit in a doorless stall for such a long and leisurely #2 session, reading a book, with random strangers watching me use the toilet. She knew why I was in there, yet knew I didn't at all seem bothered by it, and I think that weirded her out. Given her comment, she probably thought I was sitting there for the fun of it trying to be seen on purpose. Which explains why she rushed me. But in truth, I was just trying to poop and there was nothing more to it.
Getting back to the car, my coworker remarked with unconcealed embarrassment, "The Womens' room was missing stall doors. I had to wait for everyone to leave before I could go. I'm going to make a guess that the Mens' room doesn't have doors either."
I responded, "Nope. No doors. Not even a stall, really."
She then recounted, "I saw some guy complaining to the cashier about having to see you sitting on the toilet. That explains that. They need to put some doors up. That's disgusting!"
Without hesitation, having loathed doorless stalls and open toilets in my past, and still very much preferring shitting in privacy versus shitting in the open, I said "I agree."
She continued, "I also complained about lack of doors in the Womens'. She told me she didn't own the place, and it isn't her problem. She said there's still a private restroom for employees, so it's all OSHA legal. She wouldn't let me use it, and I had to go. Luckily no one came in."
I showed her the bag, "I bought some snacks."
She then asked, "Worked up an appetite now? You were in there long enough. You must feel a lot better."
With disappointment, I answered, "Not really. I tried to go, and almost nothing came out."
She then said, seemingly traumatized by her restroom visit, "I wouldn't be able to either. That's got to super embarrassing to be forced to go in front of strangers like that. Is that why you couldn't go?"
It wasn't the fact that I was in a doorless stall that made me unable to poop. The conversation was also now beyond awkward, but I decided to continue it, since my predicament had been dominating our conversation for this road trip as it was, me revealing ever more details about just how bad my situation was, mostly due to all of my uncontrollable farting and long and frequent bathroom stops, with nothing substantial happening no matter what I tried.
I had to correct her. "I've been using doorless stalls since middle school. They don't bother me anymore. I've used them 20+ times by now, usually with other people in the room. I'm not embarrassed at that anymore like I was when I was a kid."
With surprise, she remarked, "Really!? This is the first time I've ever used one, and I waited for everyone to leave. Never again. Next time, I'll hold it."
Not thinking about appropriateness given that we were merely coworkers/friends, not a couple, I continued where I left off and got graphic about my situation out of frustration, "There's pounds of poop backed up in me and it won't budge. Right now I feel like a giant constrictor snake that's been digesting a pig for 3 months and it's ready to involuntarily exit at any time without warning. I think I'm about to take a very an epic and messy shit at any time, and it's not going to give me much warning."
Not expecting that response, with both amusement and disgust, slight laughter mixed with anger, she said "Too much information!"
I apologized, "Sorry. You had to ask, and that's the truth. I won't be able to hold it when it wants to come out, and I wish I could just get it over with. My insides hurt and I've been feeling like I badly need to go all day, but I still can't."
She paused, now concerned again, "So what are you going to do? Do you want to try to go again before we leave?"
We were running out of time. The meeting was at noon, only 2 hours from now, the speed limit was 70 mph, and we still had to drive another 130 miles.
I explained, "We'll be late if we wait around any longer. The clerk also rushed me off the toilet to clean the Mens' room and I'll have to wait for her to finish."
My coworker then said, "You should try to go one more time, okay?"
I left the car and went back in. The clerk had both Mens' and Womens' doors propped open and was mopping the Mens' room. I asked her, "I need to use it again."
With a bit of frustration, she yelled, "You're going to have to wait for me to finish!"
I asked her, "How long will that take?"
She yelled, "10 minutes!"
Defeated, I returned to the car. I told my coworker, "She's cleaning it and told me another 10 minutes. Lets just go."
She then exclaimed, "Not good, <my name omitted>!"
I continued, "That place was a mess anyway. She probably thinks I made a big mess of the toilet that she's cleaning, but it was bad before I got there. It is unfortunate that the laxative hasn't worked yet. I can't stand this anymore. I'll try to go first thing when we get to the meeting."
She warned me, "Are you sure!? There's nowhere else to stop until we get to the oil field. Are you absolutely sure you'll be okay?"
I explained, "No, but I don't know what else I can do. It could be hours before the laxative works."
We left. My fate was now sealed.
To be continued in Pt 3.
Tuesday, August 26, 2025
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Last night had another Sunday poop in the campervan undressed then slept in van had a wee twice once when I woke up,went into house made two mugs of coffee put on lawn then went to bedroom and collected the OAKLEAF bedpan from the bedroom.
Today is forecast to be hot I drank the coffee then went back to house and made another two then returned to the garden.I pulled down my shorts and pants then sat on the bedpan and sipped my coffee after ten minutes had the urge for a BM.I finished the coffee the need to poop was now was now nessasary ,leaned forward and pushed had a wee then pooped.
I sat another ten minutes going NUMBER TOO the results of eating a lot of fruit from the garden. I got off the pan and slid myself forward dragging myself to clean my bum,then dressed took the pan to the bonfire and emptied ,washed under the water butt then left to dry.
p .Tricky
Desert Dump, Pt 2
Some hours later, we stopped at a gas station still some 130 miles from the job site. My co-worker now needed the restroom. Like me, she drinks a lot of water and pees a lot. I also felt the beginning stages of movement, as if I'd finally be able to take a long-awaited and overdue poop.
An obese middle-aged latina clerk with dyed-blonde hair, painted-on eyebrows, and thick lipstick, eyed me as I entered, my book in hand for reading material which I was reading in the car, and watched me look around the entire store for the Mens' room. She politely asked me, "Do you need the restroom?"
I responded, "Yes."
She pointed to an unmarked door by the back and said, "Over there, mijo."
My coworker entered the store and followed me in through the door.
We went into a hallway, with doors to indicated Mens' and Womens' rooms, and each took our respective restrooms. The Mens' room had a single bowl-style urinal next to an open toilet less than two feet apart, with only a shallow partition between them, sinks/mirrors on the opposite side of the toilet, and no lock on the outside door. The room was a bit of a mess, with a sizable yellow puddle of pee on the floor underneath the urinal, toilet paper scattered all over the floor, graffiti all over the walls, and the inside of the sit-down toilet's bowl coated with a generous layer of brown fecal smears. In spite of this, the toilet seat appeared clean upon inspection. This would have to do.
This was intended to be a multi-user room, so I resigned myself to the fact that if anyone came in, I'd have an audience and zero privacy. Oh well, far from the first time. I could feel my lower GI tract twinge as if it was finally about to expel solid waste. In anticipation for the epic battle with my colon ready to start, I lowered my slacks all the way down to try to get as comfortable as possible, readied my reading material and dress shirt on my lap to cover my private, and looked forward to this much-needed relief, in spite of being presented with this otherwise undesirable restroom arrangement fully lacking privacy. I was intent on pooping here come Hell or highwater and wanted to get it out, even if I had to sit on this toilet for a long time. I didn't care if anyone walked in and saw me on the crapper with my pants and underwear down at my feet, as that already happened many times before in my life including just a few hours ago at the dollar store. Normally, in a doorless stall, I'd sit with my pants at my upper legs, but the large size of the book gave me more than adequate coverage, and I'm much more comfortable trying to push out a big turd and sit for an extended period with my pants all the way down, than pulling them up to my upper legs. With my pants all the way down, I'm better able to maneuver all of my muscles as needed to get that extra few percent of flexibility needed to push it all out and it also provides for a much easier wiping experience.
I sat on the toilet loudly farting, amplified by the toilet bowl as I sat with my hairless legs and boy-smooth ass fully exposed and dress pants at my socks, book and dress shirt covering my privates. I sat there, relaxed, with a slight closed smile in great anticipation of finally getting this all out of my system.
Within about 5 minutes, three people came in at once to take turns to pee, all three middle aged Mexican men, all dressed like construction workers. It sounded like I was pooping out diarrhea to any observer, but I only wished I actually was pooping out anything at all as I sat. Nothing solid or liquid was coming out while my posterior generated lots of loud and awkward noise reminiscent of a trumpet each time I gently strained and pushed. With each fart, I could feel the pressure finally ease on my insides. The laborers were obviously uncomfortable seeing me on the can exposed like this, as I sat looking like a well-dressed and attractive teenaged schoolboy, making these rude noises, only my book on my lap for privacy, comfortably reading and in my own world as if there was absolutely nothing abnormal about the fact that I appeared to be defecating in full open view of strangers without privacy, and enjoying it. They put great effort into averting their gaze from me, as the first used the urinal standing right next to me, and the other two waited in line turning to face the entrance until their turn to piss came. It was much more awkward for them than me, but I was very used to doorless stalls and open toilets at this point as I'd used them many times before.
Finally, much anticipated movement.
*ploop* *FWERRRR-r-r-r-r-r-r-t*
It wasn't much, but I felt it splash my butthole. Rather disappointing. I'm sure they heard it as they were very quick to leave and didn't even wash their hands, obviously not wanting to have to watch me on the toilet through the mirror either. I thought the whole scene was hilarious, other than the fact that not much poop was coming out of me yet.
Minutes passed. No more solids moved, just gas. I felt slightly better, regardless. I continued pushing, straining, farting, hoping I could poop out the Shitzilla I could still feel rampaging around in my gut and roaring like a monster with the sounds of obvious peristalsis and excessive flatulence.
About 10 minutes later, another man opened the door as I was letting out a loud, bowl-shattering, wet-sounding fart. He was a younger white man in his 20s, also appearing to be a construction worker or oil field worker.
*ROMP-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-T* *ploop*
He saw me sitting on the toilet exposed, reading, calm and confident, as I felt another small piece drop out. With a shocked voice at seeing me there, he remarked with exclamation, "Oh shit! Sorry kiddo."
I looked over at him, we locked eyes, and said, "I don't mind. Go on ahead."
I felt like a really big poop was finally crowning and pushed as hard as I could.
*BRAAA-p-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-T* *bloopt*
Another bowl-shattering, wet-sounding fart came out followed by another hard but small piece of poop. Hardly any poop came out, but it legit sounded like I had diarrhea.
Upon hearing that noise and perhaps seeing me strain as my knees spread out and quivered during a very high-effort push, he immediately turned around and walked out. This was obviously too awkward for him. It was no secret what I was doing and there was zero privacy here.
More minutes passed, maybe another 10 or so, as I kept farting and nothing more came out. I checked my phone for the time. I'd already been in there for 30 minutes. We were running out of time and had to get to the job site in a a bit over 2 hours. While looking at my phone, I got a knock on the door and saw it crack open. It was the clerk.
With a bit of annoyance and impatience, she yelled, "Are you about done in there? I'm about to do a scheduled cleaning."
I let out more gas, echoing about the bowl...
*brrr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-t*
...as I told her, "I'll need a few minutes."
She yelled, "Kid, you've been in there for more than 30 minutes! Are you playing with yourself in there!? If you're not out in the next 5, I don't give a rat's ass if you're done or not, I'm coming in!"
The door shut. I took her threat seriously and that was my cue to leave. Nothing substantial was happening, and she made the situation that much more awkward. I wiped and it was clean on the first pass. In the toilet bowl were three golfball-sized nuggets of dense, compacted, light-green poop. It wasn't hardly anything. I flushed, washed my hands, and left, feeling slightly better from getting rid of all of that gas and a little bit of solids, but still very disappointed that I didn't actually get it out. It still FELT like I had to poop urgently after I got off the toilet. The mass proved immovable, and it was going to come out when it was ready, regardless of what I wanted.
The rude clerk was awkwardly eyeing me as I purchased some more water and some snacks. For the length of time I was in there, she knew I was sitting on the toilet. As the employee tasked with cleaning it, she also knew at least 4 other people saw me sitting on it due to lack of privacy in the room, and she definitely heard me fart while seated when she waited outside the door. It was as if I broke some sort of taboo by being comfortable enough to sit in a doorless stall for such a long and leisurely #2 session, reading a book, with random strangers watching me use the toilet. She knew why I was in there, yet knew I didn't at all seem bothered by it, and I think that weirded her out. Given her comment, she probably thought I was sitting there for the fun of it trying to be seen on purpose. Which explains why she rushed me. But in truth, I was just trying to poop and there was nothing more to it.
Getting back to the car, my coworker remarked with unconcealed embarrassment, "The Womens' room was missing stall doors. I had to wait for everyone to leave before I could go. I'm going to make a guess that the Mens' room doesn't have doors either."
I responded, "Nope. No doors. Not even a stall, really."
She then recounted, "I saw some guy complaining to the cashier about having to see you sitting on the toilet. That explains that. They need to put some doors up. That's disgusting!"
Without hesitation, having loathed doorless stalls and open toilets in my past, and still very much preferring shitting in privacy versus shitting in the open, I said "I agree."
She continued, "I also complained about lack of doors in the Womens'. She told me she didn't own the place, and it isn't her problem. She said there's still a private restroom for employees, so it's all OSHA legal. She wouldn't let me use it, and I had to go. Luckily no one came in."
I showed her the bag, "I bought some snacks."
She then asked, "Worked up an appetite now? You were in there long enough. You must feel a lot better."
With disappointment, I answered, "Not really. I tried to go, and almost nothing came out."
She then said, seemingly traumatized by her restroom visit, "I wouldn't be able to either. That's got to super embarrassing to be forced to go in front of strangers like that. Is that why you couldn't go?"
It wasn't the fact that I was in a doorless stall that made me unable to poop. The conversation was also now beyond awkward, but I decided to continue it, since my predicament had been dominating our conversation for this road trip as it was, me revealing ever more details about just how bad my situation was, mostly due to all of my uncontrollable farting and long and frequent bathroom stops, with nothing substantial happening no matter what I tried.
I had to correct her. "I've been using doorless stalls since middle school. They don't bother me anymore. I've used them 20+ times by now, usually with other people in the room. I'm not embarrassed at that anymore like I was when I was a kid."
With surprise, she remarked, "Really!? This is the first time I've ever used one, and I waited for everyone to leave. Never again. Next time, I'll hold it."
Not thinking about appropriateness given that we were merely coworkers/friends, not a couple, I continued where I left off and got graphic about my situation out of frustration, "There's pounds of poop backed up in me and it won't budge. Right now I feel like a giant constrictor snake that's been digesting a pig for 3 months and it's ready to involuntarily exit at any time without warning. I think I'm about to take a very an epic and messy shit at any time, and it's not going to give me much warning."
Not expecting that response, with both amusement and disgust, slight laughter mixed with anger, she said "Too much information!"
I apologized, "Sorry. You had to ask, and that's the truth. I won't be able to hold it when it wants to come out, and I wish I could just get it over with. My insides hurt and I've been feeling like I badly need to go all day, but I still can't."
She paused, now concerned again, "So what are you going to do? Do you want to try to go again before we leave?"
We were running out of time. The meeting was at noon, only 2 hours from now, the speed limit was 70 mph, and we still had to drive another 130 miles.
I explained, "We'll be late if we wait around any longer. The clerk also rushed me off the toilet to clean the Mens' room and I'll have to wait for her to finish."
My coworker then said, "You should try to go one more time, okay?"
I left the car and went back in. The clerk had both Mens' and Womens' doors propped open and was mopping the Mens' room. I asked her, "I need to use it again."
With a bit of frustration, she yelled, "You're going to have to wait for me to finish!"
I asked her, "How long will that take?"
She yelled, "10 minutes!"
Defeated, I returned to the car. I told my coworker, "She's cleaning it and told me another 10 minutes. Lets just go."
She then exclaimed, "Not good, <my name omitted>!"
I continued, "That place was a mess anyway. She probably thinks I made a big mess of the toilet that she's cleaning, but it was bad before I got there. It is unfortunate that the laxative hasn't worked yet. I can't stand this anymore. I'll try to go first thing when we get to the meeting."
She warned me, "Are you sure!? There's nowhere else to stop until we get to the oil field. Are you absolutely sure you'll be okay?"
I explained, "No, but I don't know what else I can do. It could be hours before the laxative works."
We left. My fate was now sealed.
To be continued in Pt 3.
To Adam
Great story about your mate having an accident in his tighty whities, was that the only time it happened to him. Did it ever happen to you as well?B
What diapers? (In answer to carsfan)
I pretty much exclusively use tena ultima.
To give some background, much like the other neuroduvergent people here, I tend to be bad at knowing when I need to go, and how urgent that need is, so for the last five years or so I've been in nappies 24/7 because I got sick of dealing with wet & soiled clothing and furniture.
In my case, while wetting is an issue (and has become far more so since being in diapers full time), the main problem is pooping. Because of that I've tended to steer away from pull ups, because they're not great at containg the accident if I can't change immediately, and even if i can, trying to change a pull up filled with poop can be an absolute nightmare. By contrast, the Tenas can last several hours in the day, holding multiple wettings, and don't leak if I can't change a messy accident quickly. They also last a whole night, which is important depute to bedwetting issues.
I tend to keep a stock of both plastic backed and cloth backed versions, as its easier to untape the cloth back ones and use the toilet (which i try to do when I can), and are more discrete in terms of sound, while the plastic backed tend to be a little better at containing the smell of a messy accident, so are useful if I'm not sure ill be able to find somewhere to change immediately.
Denise
Update
Hey everyone!
Shout out to Tomtom, thanks for your message I appreciate hearing your thoughts. And shout out to Carsfan, thanks for sharing your accident story. I'm sorry it was so embarrassing for you. You know I can relate. I'm sorry we both had to find out the truth about pull ups the hard way, but I'm glad we're well protected now!
By the way, the first diaper I tried was a molicare but I have also tried Megamax. My partner is handling all that for me so I had to ask him, haha!
No real updates on my end, things are still going really well, thank goodness. I've travelled a few more times without incident and I'm still feeling really good :) the more interesting thing to report is I met up with a local women with ADHD support group!
I must say, despite my challenges hearing other people's stories almost made me grateful for mine, haha. Some people have had SUCH difficulty in other areas, like work and relationships and racking up debts and stuff. I know all that is difficult and embarrassing too, but these are also pretty common adult problems, you can find books and podcasts and all such about improving relationships or re-jigging finances, but there's no such industry about being an able-bodied adult who just doesn't always make it to the bathroom on time. Sigh. So, I was nervous going in - I wasn't sure anybody else could relate.
I decided to be brave though. We were chatting about hyperfocus and I decided this was my moment. I said sometimes my focus is so intense I miss body cues, like needing the bathroom and truth be told, I haven't always made it on time. There were some knowing nods, thank goodness! Turns out only two others have actually had accidents, but nearly everyone could relate to dashing to the bathroom now and then. We started swapping stories and I talked about wetting my pants after getting distracted in a graveyard because it's the most 'funny' or like, inoffensive story that we can kind of laugh at.
I noticed one girl (who definitely gave autism vibes) nodding along and looking embarrassed. Later, when some people had left, she and I got to chatting and she brought up the bathroom stuff again and how glad she was that I mentioned it. I had held back about pooping my pants because I know that's kind of, well, next level, but I wondered whether she might be holding something back too. So I decided to be brave again and just spill. I said 'you know it's one thing to wet your pants but it hasn't always just been pee for me, which is really embarrassing to admit'. Her eyes went wide and immediately she said 'me too!'.
As it turns out, she's only had one poop accident so far but oh goodness, it was a doozy. I'll share a short version here.
Basically, she was at a music festival and pooped her pants in line for the porta potties. Being distracted and a little overwhelmed by the crowds and music, she'd just neglected her body's signals until it was an emergency and then of course there's finding the toilets, waiting in line, and well - she just couldn't hold it. Even worse - it was the type of festival where people dress up and tend to do drugs, think Coachella type vibe. So she was wearing spandex shorts and it was super obvious that she'd pooed her pants badly - oh, how awful.
The worst part is, there were some well intentioned (probably stoned) girls in line who saw what happened (obviously!) and tried to help, but my friend was kind of in shock and was just standing there and didn't respond to them initially. So, they assumed she might've taken too many drugs and got the nearby first aid team to come over. She was sober, by the way, and finally reacted and was saying no I'm fine but then the first aiders were there and asking her questions and she was just standing there pants full of poop in front of huge lines of festival goers trying to explain she wasn't sick or high she'd just had an accident. She said by the end of it she was just in absolute tears, mortified about her accident but also having to explain herself in front of a long queue of strangers. The first aid people ended up taking her back to their area which had its own toilet and she was able to clean up there, but what an absolutely HIDEOUS ordeal!
Oh, and she was so humiliated she went straight home which was not easy, there was a shuttle bus and then she called a cab because she'd carpooled with her friends and of course they were wondering where she was and for a long time her friends were funny with her because her behaviour had been so weird that day. She never told them, she was way too embarrassed to admit what had happened. She said they're all over it now but it was a difficult time.
Anyway, it made me feel better about my recent accident, that's for sure! I told her about mine and I think she felt the same. I'm glad I was able to speak openly about my accidents generally, and get some support from this friend too. I'm happy about that.
Kimi
Chakamami Family
Dear Mina, Maho, Kazu and Hisae:
I'm really really happy to read your story again! When I finished reading the last paragraph, I almost cried out! You're so kind and warm-hearted, and your "adventures" are really amazing! I believe that you truly enjoy defecating and it's a part of your life.
I noticed the toilet you have used. In China, especially in some schools and kindergartens, toilets without any doors or curtains sometimes appear. I have ever seen a toilet like that when I was on a summer camp last year. It was a school toilet and had no doors. I didn't pee or poop in this toilet, but when I first walked into it, I saw someone in the stall. Maybe she was pooping. Luckily, she didn't notice me. Students hated those kinds of toilets, because others will get to know that they are peeing or pooping in it. After all, nobody wants others to look at his or her butt, don't it? I have never gone to those toilets, so It may be an unforgettable experience if I must pee or poop in the toilet without doors.(blushed)
I'm ready to share a recent story to you: Last weekend my family and I ended our vacation's trip and we took a train back home. The train would take us about six hours. It was an afternoon. After about two hours, I was sitting on my seat,and felt that I might need to poop on the train. It was urge because the last poop came out after I got up. The train had a small lavatory, and I saw a little boy walked into it. The indicator light turned red, and the boy stayed in the lavatory for several minutes. I guessed that he was "la ba ba"¡ª¡ªan expression for children in Chinese, means "poop"(verb) in the lavatory. Many Chinese children often request their parents to bring them to toilets to "niao niao"(pee) or "la ba ba", but when I was a child, I only "niao niao" in public toilets, so I envy the boy a little. As soon as he got out, I quickly ran to the lavatory, and then locked the door. In front of me was a sit style toilet, and it was a little bit dirty. The air smelled like pee. I couldn't occupy the toilet for a long time, so I quickly took a sit style toilet packing paper, and try covering the toilet seat. But the paper was too hard to use, so I failed and gave up. I just wiped the seat, then took off my pants. A part of my butt touched the seat. As soon as I relieved my butt, a couple of big banana poop jumped into the toilet. I pushed harder and harder, and then more poop came out. They didn't smell stinky, but they were completely brown. They looked good and healthy. I felt so relaxed and stood up, admiring my "beautiful artwork"(blushed) for a second, and then wiped my butt. Some poop stuck on my hand, but I quickly washed it by water. I flushed the toilet, then got out.
Although I'm not used to using public toilets to poop now, but I'm training to do that. I decide to adopt my poop thoughts. When I want to poop outside, I won't hold them, and I will let them out in public toilets. (The precondition is, the toilets should be clean, at least not so dirty) If I can get used to it, my poop will feel better, and my body will be healthier, too. I'm sure that I will overcome the shyness, and let pooping be an enjoyable thing like you. I'm sure I can do that.
The new term is coming and I will face the junior high school graduation exam. Because of the study, I may not reply to you in time. But don't worry, I'm always there to hear from you!
Many thanks to you. Best wishes!
Love from,
Kimi
P.S. When I type down these words, I'm sitting on the loo at my home and "la ba ba"(doing a big poop)! After a sound of "burururururururu", under my butt is several yellow stinky poop like sausages. I suddenly feel that pooping is one of the most relaxed things in the world!Princess Toadstool Peach
A shart while I slept and snoozed in my royal bedchamber
Hello everyone I'm Princess Toadstool Peach and today I like to share a brief story. So that night when I was snuggled up in bed smiling dozily in my warm toasty blankets, sheets and pillows I was desperately needing the bathroom but I didn't want to ruin my long deep sleep so I wiggled and mumbled tossing and turning until I did a extra big toss in my sleep and then before I knew it. "PAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppp!!" I woke up with a start yawning and looked at my bedchamber and pyjamas it was covered in a brown stinky pooey mess. I turned pink as my pyjamas. I heard of sharting in public but didn't expect me to do one in my sleep. I quickly changed my PJs and my blanket and sheets. But the smell didn't seem to go away. I couldn't tell Super Mario Mario my boyfriend but I quickly offered a new bedchamber off EBay and that was the end of that. Ok bye bye now.TomTom
To Carsfan
I have issues sensing when I need to go (both #1 and #2) and I've been in and out of diapers throughout my life. When I'm home I use MegaMax because it lasts so long, I really don't like putting on diapers so the longer it lasts the less I have to think about it. When I go out I wear depends pull-ups.
Zane
First Post
Hi there Toiletstool!
Long time reader, first time poster here.
I am a 27-year-old male, Italian, medium-length black hair, black eyes, 5'9", 180 pounds, muscular (according to friends, family, and strangers..LOL). I have several poop stories from my youth and adult life, involving me and/or other people. I may decide to share many more stories in the future. Let's begin with the first, of several, poop stories involving a super cool kid named Andy:
My family had been friends with another couple for years. I even grew up with their two children, who were 2 years younger and 4 years younger than me. One year after I graduated high school, they had another kid, Andy. It's been super fun to watch Andy grow up over the years.
When he was 10-years-old, he could finally attend my youth group events (he had been anxiously waiting for YEARS, lol). At this age; Andy was roughly 4'6", super tan, medium-length brown hair, blue eyes, and a bit pudgy. With Andy being a young boy who eats everything in sight, it was inevitable I would learn about his pooping habits, lol.
The boys' room at our youth center building has a main entry door, with three sinks on the left wall, followed by three toilet stalls, two urinals on the right wall, followed by two shower stalls. The taller of the two urinals is on the wall directly across from the center stall. We usually keep the entry doors to both restrooms propped open for ventilation while the building is unoccupied. Sometimes people will shut the main restroom doors while using the restrooms, sometimes not.
One day during youth group, Andy asked if he could shut the boys' room door. I told him "yes," then remembered I had to pee about a minute later.
I walked into the boys' room and took the urinal across from the center stall, which I noticed was locked. When finished, I walked past the center stall to the sinks. Out of the corner of my eye, through the stall crack, I noticed Andy sitting there, pants at his shins, hands reached out holding his legs, with his head buried in his lap. It reminded me of the airplane crash position. I hadn't heard any poop noises, so I left in a hurry, assuming he was poop shy.
A couple weeks later, I was at the youth center during youth group and had to poop. I walked into the first stall (nearest the door) and sat down. As I was sitting, Andy came in and entered the center stall. I knew he had to poop, but figured he would wait until I left, being poop shy and all. NOPE! He started grunting and farting away while telling me all about school, LOL.
It was a super fun buddy dump experience, but I never actually heard any plops from him, just farts and grunts. This would not be the case with my next story however....
See you there!
-Zane
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
Sunday, August 24, 2025