Anna Beth
To Scooter - A School Poop Story
When I was growing up, I only remember pooping at school a few times. And when I did, it was usually a normal log - nothing really to write home about.
But my junior year in high school, something made me have to go really badly. I do not remember all the details surrounding this poop. I mean, I usually went every day. I never struggled with constipation and if I missed a day or two at the most, my body would automatically do its thing and relieve itself at some point.
But this day was urgent for some reason. It started in my second block, around 10:00 in the morning. My stomach felt heavy and then started cramping and I felt that familiar feeling in my bottom. But it was much more intense than usual. I was shy in high school and I did not want to ask to go to the bathroom (college cured me of that - I feel I can poop anywhere and at anytime now). As the class went on the feeling became more intense. The feeling in my bottom was like a solid poop feeling, but it also felt like there was so much more in there than normal.
The teacher finished teaching and told us to work on our homework. By this point I was sweating a little and in agony! I got up and went to the desk and told the teacher that I was having an emergency and needed the restroom. It was 11:00 at this point.
So I walked so fast down the hall to the nearest restroom and entered the nearest stall. It was clean, thank goodness! I pulled down my pants and panties and sat down and relaxed and let a huge poop loose! It came out so fast that I really didn't realize how much it was until I lifted up and saw that the bowl was full of loggie poops! I had to take a picture!
It really smelled in there and I heard some girls come in and comment on the smell. I was embarrassed but I flushed after wiping and went to the sink.
Thank goodness they were in their stalls when I left mine, so they didn't see me!
I went back to class and my friend texted me and said, "You had to poop!" And I sent back a poop emoji!
Leah
Weird poo day
Hey guys what's up?
I have to share a story from today (thursday) because today was very unusual, my stomach was very off and I needed not one, but TWO poo sessions at work.
Ok so the morning was normal, I take a regular laxative every afternoon (I don't know why I bother lol!) And I suspect because of that laxative, I am always quite gassy in the morning, I don't normally poo at work so I'm normally gassy all day onn and off.
And by mid morning I could feel the pressure building quickly in my lower stomach and I thought about holding it off, but the cramps got too much and I caught a break in the work so off I went, with a spring in my step.
We were all warned in a work meeting days ago about bad work standards and people taking too many loo breaks or being too long in them ect, but that was aimed at the guys! But anyway with that on board I tried to be as quick as I could.
I hurried into the main ladies loo, grabbed my magazine off the table and walked into the end loo, quickly undid my trousers and pulled them down to the floor, with my thong.
I quickly placed the magazine on my lap and started looking over it, while peeing I forced it out even faster as I started pushing while peeing, this is not like me but I knew I had to be quick, when my fierce pee stream ended I shuffled my bum forwards slightly and pushed hard "uuugghhh" I could feel it there but it wasn't coming so I desperately started pressing into my lower stomach using both hands and holding my breath before letting out a big vocal grunt.
I had to keep taking breaks as I was constipated again, after several minutes of trying I was pushing a hard poo out and it broke off, I desperately tried to push the rest out before it went too far back up my bum, desperately pushing hard allthroughout. I still felt like I was full of poo, my lower stomach felt full but it wasn't going to come, except for a small plop and I couldn't focus on my magazine. After all that and I only pooped two small poos.
Looking at the time what, 10 minutes of trying to force this poo out I had to wipe my very messy bum and go, but my bum was very messy for what I had done and I probably didn't wipe well enough either.
I left the loo feeling worse than before I went in and, over the next few hours I felt the need to fart, but it felt like I was pushing out poo into my thong, I pushed slowly but it was farts, I just felt very weird but I didn't feel like having a poo but I felt full.
I made it to lunchtime and I needed to go again, I always pee at lunch, I normally only pee in the staff break room, which is two single sex loos, but I needed to finish my poo from the morning so, after eating I made my way to the ladies, walked past the sink and mirror and into the single loo, bolted the door shut and took out another magazine from my handbag, unbuckled my trousers and pulled them down to my feet, with my thong.
I had more time here but I get paranoid, because it's only a single loo I worry about someone coming in and knocking on the door, it's the same in the men's next door.
So I get straight to business, I start peeing and I start pushing hard, I just hope that nobody was in the mens room because they would have heard me struggling next door! Both single loos have windows next to each other, I got back to pressing on my lower stomach and I could feel it coming, I was holding my breath, letting it out in a push and panting and eventually a much bigger poo splashed into the bowl and I did feel much better, I had another very messy bum which I did my best to clean but, when I got home I had too pee so I decided to wipe my bum again and the paper was still filthy and i wiped several times more, I probably got some skidmarks but I couldn't tell as my thong was black.
Happy posting all!
Wednesday, September 10, 2025
Tricky
Re: Scooter, Poop at School Stories
I've posted many of them. I have some more I could add, but they weren't nearly as eventful or awkward. I used to poop at school almost every day, sometimes twice, during elementary school, then stopped in middle school and the first high school I went to because those schools had doorless stalls and I was afraid of being bullied for using them. At the second high school I went to, then college, I resumed my normal habit of pooping at school every day.
Here's an incomplete list of some stories I posted on this site that involve me pooping at school or pooping around my classmates, or witnessing other students poop at school.
Grade School:
-Page 3065, First ever awkward poop at school
-Page 2941, After school buddy dump
-Page 3049, A grade school poop story
-Page 3051, A sequel to a grade school poop story
Middle School:
-Page 2875, My first time using a doorless stall
-Page 2944, A Middle School Poop Story
High School:
-Page 2942, Streaks of Love
-Page 3052, A Saturday field trip to a wildlife preserve
-Page 2870, A high school poop story
-Page 3112, An Honest Mistake and a Lesson Learned
-Page 2953, First time getting walked in on at a public bathroom
-Page 3066, Science Project
-Page 2955, Semper Fi
-Page 3088, The day after I ate too many lima beans
-Page 3055, Clogging a toilet in high school
-Page 3090, First time pooping in the locker room, Junior year of HS
-Page 2928, Re: Kieffer, bathroom access during a college admission test
-Page 2954, Re: Peter, New Survey
-Page 3034, Farting while peeing, and another poop story from school
College:
-Page 2878, My first dump at college
-Page 3128, Embarrassing Poop Emergency at Work Pt1
-Page 2882, Mirror, mirror, on the floor...
General:
-Page 2943, Re: Mark, The Boy's Toilets
-Page 2955, Re: Stefanie, school toilets
-Page 3052, Re: Question for Tricky; Scooter
-Page 2885, Re: Zip
-Page 3071, Re: Normal to hold it when young?
-Page 3024, Re: Avoiding high school bathrooms
-Page 3133, Re: Jessica, not wiping after a poop
STEPHEN.P
Today is Wednesday I went into garage this morning and drained the oil from the car then went to post office to pay a bill.On way back I felt a BM brewing , I got home went into bedroom and picked up the toilet roll and stand, carried it to garage .
Now I had to poop the time since Sunday evening seventy five hours ago.
I undone my overalls tied the arms together pulled down my pants and sat on the THETFORD SIXTY SIX POTTIE,WHICH HAS A LARGER BOWL.I had a wee then one minute later poop I felt two logs pass then i stood up and looked into the bowl, two logs eight inches long one inch diameter, I sat down then pooped again another two logs I assume same size .
I started to push then leaned forward arms in lap and passed two big loads then a long wee it was awesome after fifteen minutes I was done.
I tore three sheets from the toilet roll and wiped then another three and finely another two,I dressed then put my foot on the flush pedal the poop dropped into the lower tank.
The bowl was covered with poop so I filled the bowl again and used a brush to clean, then detached the bowl from the lower tank and carrien it to the outside drain and emptied .I rinsed the tank twice then took it back to garage and reassembled .Poured half pint of blue fluid into bowl then two pints of rain water put foot onto pedal it dropped into lower bowl then poured two pints of rain water into top tank .
I have just used the pottie again another NUMBER TOO ,taken the toilet roll and stand back to bedroom as the damp weather has now startedTricky
Desert Dump, Pt 3
We continued driving for the next hour and a half. I kept farting, not nearly as much as before, but it still stunk like 3 days worth of impacted post-gluttony poop and we still kept the windows down.
About 25 miles from the meeting site, all Hell finally broke loose. I felt everything quickly loosening up and moving toward the exit. It felt like I had an entire beer keg inside my gut, except having been shaken violently from each bump in the road during the car ride, as if the keg had a leak and was slowly foaming all of its contents out to expand the pressure on my lower GI tract. Within 10 seconds, I now had cold sweats on my face and could feel that this was going to be an unstoppable force of nature. I clenched my buttcheeks tight as sharp pains shot up my abdomen and spine. My body shook. I suddenly had to shit, very, very badly. Perhaps the worst I ever had to in my life. I wasn't going to make it to any sort of facility. This was non-negotiable: I had to shit and I had to shit NOW.
I quickly stated my predicament to my coworker in no uncertain terms, "Now I need to use the bathroom. It's an emergency."
With a mixture of annoyance and understanding, she asked, "Do I need to stop the car?"
The realization now set in that I was going to take a massive shit at the side of the road in the desert outside the car, with absolutely nothing for coverage since there were no trees, brush, or anything to hide behind, with any highway traffic speeding by able to watch me. I didn't want to do this. But I now had no choice.
I pleaded, barely able to talk as holding it in took all of my mental and physical effort, "Yes. Please hurry."
With a resigned sigh, she said, "Oh boy..."
I could barely maintain composure as I used all my wherewithal to keep from filling my pants as the car slowed and she pulled to the shoulder of the road. The pressure built up so much that I could feel my anus dilating and the sensation of warm poop smearing itself around my ring piece and touching my underwear. I seriously worried I was rapidly filling my pants, but I prevailed and managed to stem the flow long enough for the car to stop, as I kept my buttcheeks painfully clenched.
I hurriedly opened the car door. She then with a tone of seriousness yelled, "Don't mind me, I won't look."
She looked to her left, facing the highway. As I left the seat and leaped out of the car, I now felt the tip of the turd pushing out the back of my underwear as sharp, stabbing pains shot up my entire digestive system. It was now coming out and nothing was going to stop it. I managed to shut the door before I could go any further. I was not even able to distance myself from the car.
With nothing for coverage, I turned around to face her, to get as much privacy as possible so that at least if she did look my way, she wouldn't be able to see my privates or get a side or rear view of the shit as it was exiting my butthole while squatting down. As I turned around, I simultaneously unbuckled my belt, unzipped, and started lowering my pants in one swift, precise, and coordinated motion. I now had my ass out, but before I could completely pull my pants down to my knees and fully squat down to finally let it all out, large nuggets of foul-smelling feces were already dropping out onto the dirt below me between my feet.
*plapt* *plapt* *plapt*
With my pants and underwear now at my thighs as I faced toward the car, I was finally situated and balanced into a squat position, with my privates tucked away from view inside my pants and underwear, feet spread apart in a wide stance, ass facing away from the car, and if I was lucky only the left and right sides of my upper legs and ass would be exposed to her view if she should look my way.
It all exploded and extruded out involuntarily, loudly and violently. I felt so dizzy and filled with euphoria that I thought I was going to fall over as I braced myself against the front passenger-side door...
*phluftPLSH-t-t-t-z-z-z-t-t-t-flupf-SHLPFPHRMPHTLCK-t-z-t-z*
It was very hard, smeary, sticky, and wide. I could feel it leave a warm, buttery filth all over my posterior, forcibly spreading my buttcheeks apart even beyond what the squat position I was in did for me. The relief was perhaps the best I had ever felt while defecating, or close to it(I had other contenders). I involuntarily moaned.
By the time I could think straight, about 5 seconds into this excessively-wide and unbroken cable of shit slurry still slithering through my anal sphincter, she then remarked, "Wait! Will you need something to wipe with? I have some napkins you can use."
The thought never even occurred to me given the urgency of the situation. I then told her, "Yeah, I will."
She then responded, "Ok, I'll hand them to you."
Neatly folded napkins in hand, she leaned over to the passenger side window and briefly turned my way to hand them to me as I was facing her with my pants lowered to my knees covering myself up as best as possible as a long ropey turd was hanging out of my backside. We made eye contact...
*PLSHFLUPTSHLUPTSHLUFT-pop-CLCKTPLFSHPHT-T-T-T-T-Z-T-Z-crackleSHLUPF-T-T-T-T-*
She screamed, "Eeep!"
...as she quickly turned her head away again, "I didn't know you were already going! You should have waited or at least said something!"
I told her, "Sorry. I couldn't hold it anymore."
Nervously yelling, she interjected, "Don't worry! I didn't see anything! Sorry!"
I knew she lied about not seeing me. She was embarrassed about it. There was undeniably a morass of shit falling to the ground between my feet and I'm certain that she saw it pouring out of my ass when she looked out the wibndow. She didn't want to acknowledge it, and at the time, neither did I. Luckily, my ass was facing the opposite direction to her line of sight, and she saw my face instead, just as a dog turns to face its owner while it stops to squat down and shit during a walk. I even felt like that dog: awkward, increasingly relieved, dependent(since she had the wiping material I needed), and otherwise totally shameless. Make no mistake, I wasn't in the least bit embarrassed at this time, even if perhaps I should have been.
I was now grunting and moaning as it worked its way out of me.
15 seconds or so later, with the cable of crap still extruding out of me, I saw a car approaching from my left, coming up from behind where she was parked. It honked at us four times while it passed, its occupants getting a side view of the show. I heard people cheering as the car drove by. They probably got quite a sight.
Continuing to look away from me out the drivers' side window or at the drivers' side mirror, with mixed parts fascination, annoyance, embarrassment and disgust in her voice, she then said, "Let me know when you're done. I'll have to hand them to you through the window."
I said, "Sorry."
She continued, "No, it's okay."
The shit continued sliding out of me. I still was not even embarrassed even as the reality finally set in that I was taking a massive shit next to an attractive co-worker of the opposite sex on the side of the road, having been through so many awkward pooping scenarios in my life by this point. I considered the experience more novel than anything else. Not even any of the girlfriends I had ever saw me like this. It was a bit of a turn-on. I felt bad for her having to witness me in this state though, since I doubt it was wanted on her part. It certainly wasn't on mine. There was a massive pile of shit underneath me and I was certain she saw it dropping out of me for that brief period she glanced at me. It was not a proud moment for me and I felt disgusting for assaulting her eyes, nose, and ears with this.
It took about 2 minutes total for the rest of it to slide out of me, uninterrupted and constantly pouring like a milkshake machine, but it seemed like hours. I had to shuffle forward a footstep or two to keep it from hitting the back of my shoes or my dress pants. At the end of the cable, I ripped out a very long and squeaky fart.
*fwe-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-tlupt*
Followed by another soft ball of poop hitting the pile below me...
*plapt*
Leaning forward against the car, I could feel that my butt was an absolute mess. I now thought that I was finished, and that it was time to wipe.
"I'll need those napkins now."
She turned to face me again, leaning toward the door, trying with futility to avert her gaze while reaching through the passenger window of the car to hand them to me. She handed them to me and she then turned away, not as hurriedly this time since she already saw me when I got started and it was obvious by now that she knew that I knew that she knew.
She then warned, looking away again, "That's all I have. If you need more, then you'll have to find something else to use."
Meekly and with gratitude, I said, "Thank you."
The napkins were neatly folded, small, very thin, and when fully expanded were roughly the size of a small wallet. Maybe 10 of them in total. No longer in the middle of extruding a massive dump with a break in between, while carefully avoiding the pile I had deposited, I shuffled out of the way just enough to get to the rear passenger door right as sticky wads of poop fell off of my butt onto the ground as I shuffled around with my pants and underwear at my thighs.
Once I got prepared to wipe, a second wave came, this time, a bunch of soft mush. It loudly crackled out just as before, every bit as sticky and smeary as before. It was over and done with in less than 10 seconds. I felt a lot better, but not fully empty.
I continued squatting and straining for another minute or two hoping the rest would come out, to no avail. I didn't feel quasi-empty anymore and felt a lot more was on the way. A number of cars passed, but none were rude enough to honk or yell out the window at me, even thought it was obvious to anyone who saw me exactly what I was doing.
A third wave came, this time diarrhea, followed by a loud fart sounding like the bronx cheer of a whoopie cushion.
*WOM-M-M-M-M-PT*
It came rushing out and was done in about 5 seconds. I knew she heard it, as she yelled, "Are you STILL going!?"
I then said, "Yeah. Not done yet."
She countered, "Ok. I'll keep looking away then."
It finally came out and now I felt confident enough to wipe. Maybe not fully emptied out, but at least confident that we'd make it to the meeting site on time, so that I could get to a proper toilet facility ASAP. I had to make this count, because I was going to need every one of those napkins, and I had nothing else to use other than the money or receipts in my wallet, or maybe a sock or underwear if it came to it.
I was able to wipe in relative privacy and she didn't have to see any of that at least.
The relative privacy of squatting down by the rear passenger door was welcome given the severity of the cleanup job. I used every one of those napkins, first pulling golf-ball sized wads of sticky poop off my rear, before progressing to mostly smearing poop all over my butt since they weren't very absorbent. The paper they were made of was thin and they tore as I wiped, getting poop on my right hand. I was now down to three napkins and nowhere near clean. I used two to clean my buttcheeks enough not to stain my underwear, and used the last one to wipe off some poop that inadvertently got on my right hand during the cleanup. The immediate area around my anus was still smeared with poop, but I'd just have to sit in the car with my cheeks tightly clenched until I could get to a proper toilet.
I never felt so filthy in my life.
The tip of the turd that kissed my underwear before I was even out of the car was not as bad as I thought, and I found upon inspection it surprisingly left no stains or streaks. I got lucky. I had no visible poop on any of my clothing. I very narrowly avoided a very bad accident by a fraction of a second, many miles from the nearest town, with no change of clothes on me. I hadn't shit my pants since middle school, and kept that winning streak even through this. It was a miracle.
I counted that as a win, pulled my pants back up, and felt a creamy filth around my anus as I clenched my buttcheeks together in effort to avoid staining my underwear from not being able to wipe adequately.
I stood up, facing her through the car window as she continued looking away, "Ok, I'm done now. You don't need to look away anymore."
She turned to face forward, then responded, sarcastically and jovially, "Feel better yet?"
I responded, "Yeah. Could you move the car up a bit? I don't want to step in it getting back in."
She drove up about 5 feet and I walked around my mess. It was massive.
I got back to the front passenger door. This co-worker was far from the first person to see me poop, and I wasn't embarrassed in the least about that. But she looked very uncomfortable, nervous, and slightly amused at the situation. It was certainly novel to her.
Reaching into her purse she pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer and handing it to me through the window, face beet-red with embarrassment at what she just witnessed, she then remarked, "Use it before you get in the car."
Awkwardly, I told her, "Thanks. I'm sorry you had to see me do that."
I continued, with some remorse, "I shouldn't have taken that laxative."
As I was rubbing a generous amount of sanitizer onto my hands, with awkwardness and sympathy, she responded, "It's okay. It was an emergency. You had no choice."
After a pause, she continued, "I've been there myself. Why do you think I carry napkins in my purse?"
I retorted, "At least I didn't crap my pants. Another half a second and I would have."
She then stated with a bit of derision, and a bit of amazement, "Don't talk about it anymore. I want to forget this ever happened."
As I opened the door, I tried to hand her back the bottle of hand sanitizer. She exclaimed, "I don't want it back! Keep it!"
So I did.
As I got seated and put my seatbelt on, she continued, "I swear to God, I will tell no one. Not a soul. Your secret is safe with me!"
She was keenly aware word would get around if she told anyone anything, as she'd already heard many other poop stories about me and other coworkers that I never told her, which were brought up casually over the years by other coworkers. I might never live this down at the office if everyone found out that I took a massive shit in front of her. It could have potentially been a career-ending event for me and she also knew it.
To be continued on Pt 4.
Adam
Post Title (optional)Adverts UK TV
Hi All
The UK TV has started to show some riskae adverts.The first one was a month ago advertising Pepto to settle upset ????.It shows a group of people men and women in yellow high vis vests all singing about Pepto and how it helps with upset stomachs.The final verse was sung by an older man standing with a brush pointing to his arse singing its good for diarreah as well.It may be that when they did the original take he was holding a mop but perhaps they decided to change it to a brush as it may have been leading to thoughts that the poor man needed to mop up.
Then a few weeks after we get an advert for spray deodorant.A guy in white soccer shorts sprays deodorant down the front of his soccer shorts.Then we see him playing goalkeeper and jumping up for the ball.A team mate is at the front of him close to and sniffs his crutch much to the amazement of the guy in goal.The guy that does the sniffing looks very pleased with the smell and over the moon with the lovely odour.
Finally we get an ad for womens sanitory towels being shown with illustrations.Then the ad shows the womens backside.She is in mid grey tracksuit(sweatpants) bottoms
Her arse has a big stain on it.Possibly it is meant to show the effecfs of a period without a towel for protection,but it looks like she has followed through on the shot. Unbelievable !
I was discussing it with my freind Sean.Now he a!ways has an answer.He said "Perhaps they could combine all three ads into one.Firstly the one for Pepto with the man fpointing to his bottom coupled with the one with the guy squirting deodorant down his pants but only use the woman to spray it down the back of her trakkies ." Then Sean paused and he continued. "Perhaps the guy on the soccer team that sniffs his team mates crutch could come in then helping to hold a step ladder for the woman to reach a top bookshelf and he sniffs her backside.He could have the same look of delight on his face.It would n't cost half as much for the ads.They could split the cost between them " He said. Well i fell apart laughing. It's quite suprising to me that the Ads Commission or whatever it is in the UK has allowed these ads on the UK TV at all.
I figure that the next one will be for airspray where a guy is sat on the khazi in a public toilet and sprays air freshener in the air.A guy in the next cubicle is so happy with the smell that he takes out of his bag his sandwiches and starts to eat them whilst sitting there.
I know what my gran would say if she saw these ads. "Whats the world coming to"
AdamBecky
Is someone else's period blood hazardous to my health?
Warning: gross. My roommate STILL leaves blood on the seat. It disgusts and even nauseates me. It's generally dried and hard to wipe up.
I have had some stomach issues lately and need the bathroom a lot. So it's very stressful to have to clean up these messes. I've also accidentally sat on it a couple of times and tbh I yelled at her for it.
Also, I want normal poops again. I had a major vomiting attack on Friday (unsure of the cause), and aside from that, I've been alternating between diarrhea and constipation. It's so awful! I can't eat much either.
STEPHEN . P
Went to a club meeting Sunday had a wee before meeting then again before leaving .I drove eight miles had urge for BM carried on another three miles then pulled into a layby pulled ADVENTURIDGE pottie from locker down with jogging bottoms and pants sat on pottie and had a NUMBER TOO.
I pushed pottie back into locker then carried on home,then had a cup of milk and went to bed .Many times I weed during night at 06:30 the alarm woke me went downstairs into kitchen washed made tea and drank went out to van pulled pottie from locker and had a NUMBER TOO then back to house carried on with house work.
Went to GYM AT 07:00PM stayed till closing time went home glass of water then bed .Had one wee during night then woke at 06:00am sat on black glass pottie had a NUMBER TOO. I took the pan to the bonfire emptied washed then took back to bedroom.
I washed made tea and drank went back to bedroom sat on the bedpan checked my emails then had another NUMBER TOO then out to garden emptied the pan washed the took it back to bedroom.
Iris
Camping Day Three
Hi everyone, iris here! Thank you for your support. My camping trip was very successful and I would like to give another update now, and another in a few days when I have time.
I managed to pee in front of my cousins okay! It literally got easier with every trip and by the last day I was peeing as soon as I sat down while still talking to them. My cousins were not shy at all. I don't think a day went by where I didn't see at least one of them crapping!
I arrived at the site on Monday and I had my first camping crap on Wednesday. I explained my predicament to my cousins and asked for some privacy so they went for a walk so I could go to the toilet. They didn't wait outside so they wouldn't know how long it had taken me, I had an hour to just do what I needed to do.
I waited a few minutes for them to leave because I didn't want one of them coming back for their sunglasses or something and once I was satisfied I was alone I closed all the curtains in the van (my cousins leave them open!!) , pulled down my clothes and sat on the boxy, plastic, camping toilet. I had a short pee and over 10 minutes I completely emptied my bowels. It felt so good to go. I cleaned up and sprayed some air freshener, probably too much, and sat outside with the biggest smile. I was so proud of myself.
IrisScooter
Poop at School Stories
Now that summer break has ended and school has started back up for many, I'm ready to read any poop at school stories from your childhood or anything that happened recently if you are still in school. Those are always some of my favorite stories!Taylor
Urgency Vs Relief
Yes!! I know exactly what you mean. I love when I sit down to pee and it just seems to keep coming and coming, even if it was only a small urge at first.
But what I really love is those moments when I sit down to pee... and only pee, and I am then greeted by something knocking at my back door! I love when I sit to pee and I am surprised by a poop at the same time. It's just the best!Darlene
Re: Urgency vs Relief Question
I remember having chipotle for lunch and then taco bell much later. No surprise there when I ended up doing a bigger poop than normal when I first woke up. It just kept coming for the last 5 minutes or so. I just continued to scroll on my phone while all of this was going on. After I was finished, I wiped myself front to back then flushed twice and showered afterwards.
I also started improving on my water intake and also felt like I pee way more forcefully and longer than normal and more frequently. I drink like eight glasses a day and maybe might have a beer or two after work. I'll have to post more of my famous beer pisses on here as they are definitely huge. Like overflowing a pitcher..
Urgency vs Relief Question
Hi everyone, I had an dxperience a while back that raises an interestion question for the people on this forum.
Many months ago, I started making an active effort to improve my health, which included eating healthier and drinking more water. I recall a day where I was doing really good with my water intake, and I got the urge to pee around mid-afternoon. It was a very comfortable urge, and I didn't feel any rush to get to a bathroom, but it had been about 2 1/2 hours since I las peed and I wasn't busy so I decided to just go.
I walked into the bathroom, got to the toilet and let go, expecting to not have to pee a whole lot since it didn't feel very urgent. To my surprise, I started peeing a lot more forcefully than I expected to. The stream lasted maybe 20 seconds, and it felt really good. I flushed and left like normal when I was done.
On to my question: We all know the feeling of being desperate to pee/poop and how relieving it is to finally be able to go. But, does anyone else feel like it's MORE relieving when you don't have to go that bad but it's a bigger release than you expected? Like when you barely have to pee but it lasts a while, or you hardly need to poop but it's a really big one that doesn't need a lot of effort?Gemma
First few weeks in dorms with Jess
As I have written in the past, myself and Jess became good friends owing to our stomach issues, we both went to Uni together and ended up staying in the same halls. We were in effect neighbours, both had rooms to ourselves but communal bathrooms. I was thrilled but accepted I had to learn to use them, admittedly I'd planned to get up at 5am on the day I needed to number 2 so I'd have the bathroom to myself for at least an hour to do what I had to do.
Well we all know in those circumstances we get constipated, I'm always constipated anyway so for the first 2 weeks I didn't need to go but I was thinking I needed to by week 3 so I set my alarm for the following day. I was in my room and then a knock at the door, it was Jess, this was about 10pm. I let her in and she was almost crying, really upset, I asked what was wrong to which she showed me her stomach, it was really bloated. I by now knew what that meant and explained I'd set my alarm to try and do it myself, Jess begged me to go with her then and there. I agreed, locked up and went to the bathroom. There were 4 stalls and opposite 4 showers, sinks to one side. As we walked in I heard a stall slam and lock, russel of toilet paper and a sigh, I asked Jess if she wanted to come back later and she mouthed she can't, it needs to be now. I wasn't comfortable but I said ok for support and we left a stall, Jess took the next one and me the furthest. I lined the seat and I assume Jess did the same and we both sat down, the girl who got in first just finished her wee as both me and Jess started. I then realised the girl hadn't moved by the time we'd all finish and we were sat in silence.
After some time Jess messaged me asking if I thought the girl was still there, I replied yes and the silence continued. Jess suddenly gasped as we sat there and the girl on the end sighed. There was some heavy breathing from girl and a massive thud, it must have been huge, I and Jess continued in silence, the girl the apologised that she couldn't hold it and had to go. I said we're in for the same thing to which Jess in a strained voice said can we be quiet please as she needed to concentrate.
Jess then grunts and strains and plop.. so at this point I thought what the heck and joined in, the girl on the end then lets out another one thud and starts wiping. Jess and I sit there with the occasional strained noise and plop as we do our usual rabbit pellets. The girl said goodbye and washed her hands and left, meanwhile I and Jess continued for about an hour and a half, little tiny plops. Jess finished first and sat waiting, I finish and we washed up together and went back to our rooms
Anna Beth
Yesterday's Poop
Well it was a doozy!
It wasn't because I was sick or constipated. Rather, the break room toilet broke.
I did a really big poop that broke into four pieces and followed it with a few plops. But it was a clean wipe. When I went to pull the handle I heard a pop and the toilet would not flush. I had to get my boss, which was soooooo embarrassing!
He looked at it and was able to remove the lid and pull the chain from the inside of the tank. But he had to call a plumber to fix it.
So my boss saw my big poop!Norm
Janitors of the opposite sex - Part 3
Some time back, there were some posts here about pooping in bathrooms while janitors of the opposite sex are cleaning or working there nearby. I put up two posts about some of my experiences having a poo where female janitors were around, but I remembered another one since, from the other side where I was effectively the janitor.
Many years ago, I worked as a barman. Part of my duties were cleaning the toilets at the end of the night but also ensuring they were clean and well stocked with toilet paper and soap periodically during the shift.
Late one night, as we were closing, getting the last customers out and starting the cleanup, a young woman who had not been in the bar came in and asked to use the toilet. I said that was fine and pointed her to the ladies and she went in. She was early to mid 20s, with long brown hair, a nice pleasant face with glasses, was of average height and slim build, wearing jeans.
I was clearing up where possible and had my mop and bucket ready. She was in the toilet for a while, at least 10 minutes, so she was clearly taking a dump. It was a relatively small toilet with two cubicles and I didn't want to crowd her by going in cleaning the other one so I waited for her to finish. She came out eventually and looked very relieved. She gave me a cute, knowing look and smile which I returned, and said thanks, and we each said good night. She left, disappeared into the night and I never saw her again.
When I went in to clean the toilets, it was clear she had used the one nearest the door. There was no major smell and the toilet was fine, and some toilet paper she wiped her ass with hadn't flushed away, and was floating there with a thick, brown poo streak on it. Seemed like she had done a big poo with a
Saturday, August 30, 2025
Zane
Zane
Hello again Toiletstool!
I have another buddy dump story involving my family friends' 10-year-old kiddo, Andy.
We were at youth group, playing a board game with four other kiddos. Andy stood up and urgently said, "I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."
When he was gone over five minutes, I figured he was having a difficult poop. He didn't have a phone at the time, so I couldn't think of another reason he would be gone so long, lol. After roughly 10 minutes, he returned to our game looking somewhat relieved.
After youth group, I had planned to bring him for ice cream in our grocery store town, a 30-minute drive from the youth center, but only 20 minutes from his house. I had felt a small urge to poop shortly before leaving, but I figured it could wait.
Since we hadn't visited this specific ice cream parlor in quite some time, we both decided to go all out. Each of us ordered an affagato: two shots of espresso poured over two scoops of ice cream, topped off with a huge chocolate chip cookie!
Shortly after enjoying our overindulgent treat, I knew I'd need a restroom soon. As soon as we stepped out of the ice cream parlor, Andy quickly announced, "I have to go to the bathroom!" and started walking toward another store.
I quickly stopped him, "Wait a minute, buddy. I need to go too. I know someplace with more than one toilet."
We made the short 2-minute drive to the swimming beach. Being a spring evening, the park was completely deserted, but the restrooms were open.
This restroom has three toilet stalls. I walked past the first stall, taking the middle, and directed Andy into the large stall. We both latched our doors. I quickly pulled down my pants and sat down on the standard-height toilet. Andy took a few more moments to sit down, since his toilet was super tall.
One peculiar detail about this restroom: The walls behind the toilets were extremely reflective. Andy and I could clearly see each other sitting on the toilet. We happened to glance at each other at the exact same time, and just laughed and waved. We are like family at this point so honestly, we wouldn't even need stall doors.
With his feet unable to touch the floor, Andy was struggling to get into his "airplane crash position" on this particularly tall toilet. I'm sure being kinda pudgy made things even more difficult for him. Poor guy!
I asked, "Are you good buddy?"
He replied, "I'm fine."
He finally got settled into a more traditional poop position, leaning slightly forward, arms folded across his stomach. He began with his usual grunts and toots. I started pooping almost immediately. It was one long snake, followed by a few smaller pieces. Andy and chatted the entire time, about summer plans and the beach.
I felt cleaned out fairly quickly, and I wiped right away, but decided to stay and chat with him, so he didn't feel rushed. We continued our buddy dump chat, with Andy going, "unngh" or "uhmm" mid-sentence every few moments, usually paired with a toot or two.
After a few minutes, Andy stopped talking completely and began to bear down. The restrooms was completely silent at this point. I didn't hear any more toots, but he would give a soft grunt every few seconds. After a couple minutes, I began to hear what I could only describe as a "butthole opening sound"...then a small crackle, followed by, plip..plip..ploop...PLOP. He was actually pooping! Yay for Andy! His poop smell quickly filled the restroom. He gave a few more soft grunts and toots, then started pulling toilet paper. He wiped 3 times, inspecting the paper each time. I imagine it must have been a fairly, "stealth plop" type poop for him, being somewhat backed up.
I flushed when he flushed, and left my stall when he left his. We walked over to the sinks, washed out hands, and walked out.
"I feel sooooo..muuuchhh..better!"
Andy said with a sigh of relief.
I laughed, "Me too, buddy! Me too."
He said, "My stomach was hurting really bad, and my mom always tells me, just go poop, and it works."
Thanks for reading!
-ZaneGemma
First few weeks in dorms with Jess
As I have written in the past, myself and Jess became good friends owing to our stomach issues, we both went to Uni together and ended up staying in the same halls. We were in effect neighbours, both had rooms to ourselves but communal bathrooms. I was thrilled but accepted I had to learn to use them, admittedly I'd planned to get up at 5am on the day I needed to number 2 so I'd have the bathroom to myself for at least an hour to do what I had to do.
Well we all know in those circumstances we get constipated, I'm always constipated anyway so for the first 2 weeks I didn't need to go but I was thinking I needed to by week 3 so I set my alarm for the following day. I was in my room and then a knock at the door, it was Jess, this was about 10pm. I let her in and she was almost crying, really upset, I asked what was wrong to which she showed me her stomach, it was really bloated. I by now knew what that meant and explained I'd set my alarm to try and do it myself, Jess begged me to go with her then and there. I agreed, locked up and went to the bathroom. There were 4 stalls and opposite 4 showers, sinks to one side. As we walked in I heard a stall slam and lock, russel of toilet paper and a sigh, I asked Jess if she wanted to come back later and she mouthed she can't, it needs to be now. I wasn't comfortable but I said ok for support and we left a stall, Jess took the next one and me the furthest. I lined the seat and I assume Jess did the same and we both sat down, the girl who got in first just finished her wee as both me and Jess started. I then realised the girl hadn't moved by the time we'd all finish and we were sat in silence.
After some time Jess messaged me asking if I thought the girl was still there, I replied yes and the silence continued. Jess suddenly gasped as we sat there and the girl on the end sighed. There was some heavy breathing from girl and a massive thud, it must have been huge, I and Jess continued in silence, the girl the apologised that she couldn't hold it and had to go. I said we're in for the same thing to which Jess in a strained voice said can we be quiet please as she needed to concentrate.
Jess then grunts and strains and plop.. so at this point I thought what the heck and joined in, the girl on the end then lets out another one thud and starts wiping. Jess and I sit there with the occasional strained noise and plop as we do our usual rabbit pellets. The girl said goodbye and washed her hands and left, meanwhile I and Jess continued for about an hour and a half, little tiny plops. Jess finished first and sat waiting, I finish and we washed up together and went back to our rooms
Darlene
Re: Urgency vs Relief Question
I remember having chipotle for lunch and then taco bell much later. No surprise there when I ended up doing a bigger poop than normal when I first woke up. It just kept coming for the last 5 minutes or so. I just continued to scroll on my phone while all of this was going on. After I was finished, I wiped myself front to back then flushed twice and showered afterwards.
I also started improving on my water intake and also felt like I pee way more forcefully and longer than normal and more frequently. I drink like eight glasses a day and maybe might have a beer or two after work. I'll have to post more of my famous beer pisses on here as they are definitely huge. Like overflowing a pitcher..Anna Beth
Yesterday's Poop
Well it was a doozy!
It wasn't because I was sick or constipated. Rather, the break room toilet broke.
I did a really big poop that broke into four pieces and followed it with a few plops. But it was a clean wipe. When I went to pull the handle I heard a pop and the toilet would not flush. I had to get my boss, which was soooooo embarrassing!
He looked at it and was able to remove the lid and pull the chain from the inside of the tank. But he had to call a plumber to fix it.
So my boss saw my big poop!
Norm
A Year On
A few days ago, I was sitting on a toilet in a local department store, having unloaded a nice, big refreshing dump. While i was relaxing for a moment and enjoying the relief before wiping my ass, I realised it's about a year since an incident while I was sitting having a poo on this same toilet led me to this site and my first post here. That time, I had taken a dump, was nearly finished wiping my ass when some guy opened the door which I thought I had locked but hadn't and he saw me sitting on the toilet. He was a bit indignant and his attitude was poor in hindsight as I had to lean off the toilet to pull the door shut again as it opened outwards, and he was staring at me across the floor in the store after. I haven't seen him since thankfully, or dwelled on any of it, but finding this site, posting, and reading others' stories here has been great.
Strangely, recently a similar thing happened the other way around. I was in a local coffee shop and there was a pretty young brunette woman sitting near us. She had gone out to the unisex toilets and a while later I needed a wee before we left. The first cubicle was taken, and I thought the next one was free and pushed the door in but she was inside. She was sitting on the toilet, but I didn't see much just the top of her head really. I apologised and she did as well but didn't need to. I was a bit embarrassed and I presume she was, but she was nice about it and it was all fine.
Just thought I would share that. Thanks, this site is therapeutic and helpful. Hope all your evacuations go well today!
Thursday, August 28, 2025
Urgency vs Relief Question
Hi everyone, I had an dxperience a while back that raises an interestion question for the people on this forum.
Many months ago, I started making an active effort to improve my health, which included eating healthier and drinking more water. I recall a day where I was doing really good with my water intake, and I got the urge to pee around mid-afternoon. It was a very comfortable urge, and I didn't feel any rush to get to a bathroom, but it had been about 2 1/2 hours since I las peed and I wasn't busy so I decided to just go.
I walked into the bathroom, got to the toilet and let go, expecting to not have to pee a whole lot since it didn't feel very urgent. To my surprise, I started peeing a lot more forcefully than I expected to. The stream lasted maybe 20 seconds, and it felt really good. I flushed and left like normal when I was done.
On to my question: We all know the feeling of being desperate to pee/poop and how relieving it is to finally be able to go. But, does anyone else feel like it's MORE relieving when you don't have to go that bad but it's a bigger release than you expected? Like when you barely have to pee but it lasts a while, or you hardly need to poop but it's a really big one that doesn't need a lot of effort?Mina
P S to Kimi
Dear Kimi,
Of course you must make a priority to your studies. You can tell us more lovely poo stories after your exams!!
Love from Mina + 3
Taylor
A friend in need is a friend indeed
I was shopping with my friend, Rebecca today. Becky is a truly amazing woman, not letting being in a wheelchair stop her from doing what she wants to do. I was pushing her along in her wheelchair and as we passed the shopping centres toilets she gestured to me.
"Taylor I need to go to the toilet, like go go." I knew 'go go' could only mean one thing.
"Can you help me please? I can go by myself but it is so much easier with help" I was more than happy to help and we went into the disabled toilets together.
Becky lifted herself up off the chair and I helped pull down her clothes and she slid over onto the toilet. She started peeing immediately the moment she sat down so I am sure she was very desperate and then I waited for her to take care of the other end. She peed for a long time and as the tinkle died away she flashed me a shy smile as I heard a squeaky fart. She was going! There was only a few seconds silence before I heard a loud splash immediately followed by another and she sighed. "Sorry, I'll try to be quick" I told her it was perfectly fine and for her to take as long as she needed and I patiently waited for her to do what she needed to do. After about a minute I heard a thud, her log landing on top of another and she took some toilet paper to wipe with. Her face tensed up as she pushed and I heard a barrage of plops and splashes before she started wiping herself. She needed five handfuls to clean up and she pressed the handle to flush with her elbow before looking back to me with a smile. She lifted herself up off the seat and I helped her pull up her underwear and leggings then helped her back into her chair. She mouthed "Thank you" and she washed her hands before we carried on with our day.