Pete
Travelling with kids
A few years ago I was driving to visit my mother which involved a motorway journey of about 60 miles. It was early in the morning and I needed a crap. I stopped at the next service area and entered the men's toilets. The shitting stalls were quite busy and I had to wait for one to come free. A man came in with a boy of about five and the man very obviously needed a shit. To my horror and disgust, he locked himself in a stall leaving the boy to wait outside the stall while his father did his business. He was exposing that boy to any possible pedophile who came along. Why could he not let the child wait in the stall with his father while the latter took his dump?
Emma two )
Desperate on the way to work
I woke up late for work this morning and I was busting for a poo. I thought about going to the toilet before I left for work but I didn't want to be late for work as I'd have to wait until my break before I would be able to go to the toilet. I made it to the bus stop and the bus was already there so I had to poo run. Luckily the driver saw me running and she waited for me. I thanked her for that and took a seat by the window. Unfortunately all that running had loosened up my bowels and I was now desperate for a poo. I clenched tightly and just about managed to hold it in but it was hard work. The 45 minutes it took to get to my stop was really testing my aching bowels and by the time I got off the bus I was close to pooing my knickers and I still had to walk 100 yards to get to my office building. That walk felt like a mile with my increasingly urgent need to get to the toilet without pooing myself. I doubled my effort to keep my bottom clenched but my poor muscles were tiring and I was sure I wouldn't be able to make it to the toilet in time. But somehow I made it to work without pooing myself with seconds to spare. I quickly clocked in 1 minute late which was OK and ran to the toilets holding my bottom not caring who saw me or if they knew I was desperate to a number two. I made it to a vacant cubicle and slammed the door shut, locked it and ripped my leggings and knickers down together getting them all bunched up and threw myself onto the toilet and exploded into it. Oh man the relief of it. It was euphoric and the more I pooped the better the relief I was feeling. Man it was so good. That was by far the best relief of my life and when I finished I wiped my bottom and pulled my clothes up carefully this time and flushed the toilet but it didn't all clear as I did so much poo. I flushed it again and even then there was a little bit left so I had to poo flush it a third time to get rid of it all. I left the cubicle with the smell of my poo lingering and washed my hands and walked into the office with everyone knowing I'd just had a massive bowel movement but I didn't care as it was better than pooing myself.Elvia
Grocery shopping with friends
One of the things the women in my social circle like to do sometimes is do our shopping together. On trips like that it's not unusual to find ourselves in bathroom stalls right next to each other. Today I shared one with one of them! I've written about May a few times. I've known her since she was a little girl, and she's one of the youngest moms in my friend group. Her daughter's 3 now!
The bathroom was a little busy but the handicapped stall was still open, so I suggested we share it. May let me go first. I offered to let her daughter go first, but May explained she hasn't gotten her used to public toilets yet and she made sure she went before they left. I pulled down my shorts and sat down to pee. May's daughter watched me curiously. I asked her how potty training was going and she sounded very enthusiastic about it!
After I was done May pulled down her pants to sat down for her own pee. Her daughter tried looking through the small gap behind her so she pulled her onto her lap to sit sideways. I could've related to that a few years ago! She had to let her down to wipe and her daughter got a quick peek before she flushed the toilet. We washed our hands, waited for the other two friends who had come with us to finish, and finished our shopping.
Lee
Advice to Anna
Ask your mother to get you some prune juice for your bowels to work again. Get well soon!Adam
Post Title (optional)Changing underwear
Hi everyone.I have noticed that when we get changed for gym many guys are wearing dark underwear.I see one guy and i'm sure he wears the same ones every day.I have never counted the days in the same underpants but it could be that he has them on so long that when he takes them off tbey go crunch on the floor and break up.This trend of dark underwear is obviously to hide skidmarks that would be apparent on white underwear.
I shower every morning.I have been brought up that way.I change my tighty whities every day there aint no skiddies in my undies but these other guys won't give a monkeys.It can't be hygenic and you can see the way young guys think.i figure not everyone regularly showers through nothing but lazyness and these dark kecks make it easy to live like that.I'm not surprised they are the most popular amongst the guys.
Adam
To ECG
I don't know your name but I saw your post about u & your friend Catherine being open about going to the bathroom. Me & my mom are very open about the bathroom too. My mom texted me & told me she clogged the toilet 3 times! & we both get up to go potty at night. We've seen each other on the toilet when I was younger too. Looking forward to hearing back from u! My name is Austin by the way!John H
Small need, big poop
Hey all.
I am writing live from the toilet. Someone recently posted about going for a poop but not having a need to go before. I sort of experienced that just now.
I was relaxing after work when I let out several farts. This led to a small need to go but nothing major. I went to the toilet and was surprised when I sat down to feel a very thick log stretching my hole open. I relaxed and it got stuck. I had to squeeze but this caused the log to go back up instead of braking off.
Once I relaxed, I was stretched open again. The log very slowly moved out. I have to say it felt really good coming out. It got even wider before it began to move faster. The log plopped heavily in the toilet in several parts.
After a moment and some farts another log made its way out. This was smaller but it still felt good to have a clear out.
I could feel that there was more to come. I began pushing and followed up with more farts and 2 softer rounds of poop that felt hotter as if after eating spicy food.
I was not expecting a poop that big as I can generally tell before going if it is going to be big. I just realised that I hadn't pooped in almost 3 days which is uncommon for me.
Now I will wipe and read the latest posts before flushing.
Take care all. John H.Heather h
Emilys mall upset stomach
Hey guys, ive posted here before a couple story ive had im 32 and 5'1 heavier set i weigh around 240 pounds and I have 2 kids, ive had ibs since my early 20s sometimes its easier to deal with then others. Im also engaged to a beautiful woman named Emily we have been together around 4 years now.... this story is about her she's 5'4 a little taller than me and weighs around 275 pounds. We are both trying to lose weight but between 2 kids and working its really hard.. this story happened yesterday, emily has ibs-d and C hers is probably worse than mine is she has alot of stomach issues but she's more private about hers. We have both recently changed diets and she's been pretty backed up the last week or so. We went out shopping yesterday afternoon for her mother's birthday present and to get her a new pair of work shoes. we have a large mall the next town over that we like to go to, before we went we decided to stop at this new Chinese place that just opened that has all kinds of seafood as well.. emily had been kinda gassy the whole day I guess due to being so constipated. But we stopped and got some sushi platters and a lobster roll and she had some oysters and 2 cocktails to (i was driving lol). It was really good we will definitely go there again. We got to the mall finally after she stunk up the car the whole way there and went in and started looking for her mom some shirts and emily looked at me and said I think I need the restroom and I said ok. You want me to go with you? She said sure because she hates using the bathroom in public. We go to the family bathroom in the back of the mall and lock the door, she sat down and had a long wee. And said she thought she needed to poop but we sat there for about 5 minutes and she had some pretty large gas pass but nothing else and she started to feel better and said her ???? wasn't as gurgly anymore. So we left the bathroom after I peed to and stopped by the food and got her a sprite to settle her stomach and a pretzel to split. And started walking all the way to the other side of the mall where the shoe store was at, we could have drove around because its pretty far but we are both trying to lose weight. We get to the shoe store and looking around for about 25 minutes before she finds a pair she wants and she tries them and she looks up at me and says my stomach is bubbling again I think I might need the bathroom. She said we will go after we get those shoes, looking back she should have just gone then and let me get them. She said that she wanted a half size bigger so they went to grab them from the back and we went to check out. When we were in the checkout line I noticed emily starting to get sweaty and kindve rubbing her belly I asked if she was ok I could pay. She said her stomach was starting to cramp really bad but it might just be gas and she wanted me to come with her. If took about 10 minutes to check because the woman if front of us was having trouble with her card. I was holding emilys hand and her palms were really sweaty and she looked at me pretty panicked I said babe I really have to go. I squeezed her hand and said I know sweetie were almost done. We finally go checkout and started towards the back of the mall past the food court where the bathrooms are which another good 5 minutes. Emily is breathing pretty heavy and squeezing my hand hard she looked extremely uncomfortable and sick. Holding her belly and looked at me and said babe I think im going to have diarrhea I really dont feel good and I just tried to reassure her it was ok. We were about halfway there but she was walking slower and she said Heather please I dont think I can make it, she froze in place in front of kiosk thing by the wall and kindve leaned up against it panicked and I heard kindve a squelch and rush of liquid and emily say oh my God under her breathe. She was wearing Grey skin tight legging and you could already she mess, I cant hold it she said and squeezed my hard even harder. Come on babe were almost there I said.. after a few seconds she started to walk again but said it was still coming out. I felt awful for her, we finally got to the family bathroom which was open thank goodness and ran to the toilet while I locked the door, she was about to turn and sit and lost complete control of her bowels letting out a big gurgling fart and started to cry noo. Emily sit down I said Sit down! She sits down and pulls her leggings down and what a mess I was all down her thighs to her knees and all up her front she grabbed her stomach and moaned as a stream of diarrhea just exploded from her followed by a large gurgly gas. I went over to her and rubbed her back as she sat there sobbing. Her stomach was absolutely tore up and she kept having waves of diarrhea and gas for about 10 minutes just rocking back and forth while letting out more liquid gas. She kept apologizing but I kept telling her it was OK accidents happen I've already had 4 or 5 this year.. the diarrhea finally settled down a bit and I asked her if she wanted clothes and she said no I want to leave! So I helped her clean up the best i could which was no easy task. It smelled horrible like a mix between eggs and broccoli. When we were leaving the bathroom so little girl yelled mommy that fat girl pooped her pants and everyone turned and emily started to cry again and I just grabbed her hand and said come on babe and we got to the car I used the bags from what we got to put in her seat, her stomach started getting more upset on the way home but she made it and blew up our bathroom again for about 30 minutes before the diarrhea stopped and she could get a shower. She went and laid down but had to get up twice in the middle of the night with diarrhea, loud enough it woke me up even after taking immodium. I guess she really was super backed up. She said she's feeling OK today she hasn't had anymore diarrhea. I haven't either thank God. Anyways! Enjoy your day and thanks for sharing your stories to it makes me a little less embarrassed because I get sick from ibs alot.
Friday, September 12, 2025
STEPHEN.P
Yesterday I woke had a wee in the bedroom pottie went down to kitchen I filled the kettle and switched on put tea bags in mug with milk washed brushed my teeth ,then poured the hot water into the mugs.I needed another wee so went into garage and used the THETFORD 66 GARAGE POTTIE
returned to kitchen tea now brewed went into lounge and drank ,then had to have a NUMBER TOO so I made my way back to the garage.
My bowels opened as soon as I sat down then had a wee I sat for ten minutes enjoying a NUMBER TOO. I wiped with KIMBERLY CLARK TOILET TISSUE
from the air tight box I keep in garage then foot on pedal the bowl contents dropped into lower tank a rinse then a quick clean with brush
very different from yesterday.
Last night I slept in campervan used the ADVENTURIDGE POTTIE for a wee several times during night.This morning woke at six o clock had a wee got dressed then had to poop so sat on pottie and done a NUMBER TOO then wiped with ELSAN BLUE TOILET ROLL from the holder attached to side door
Annie
Husband always picks the worst time to be interested in me.
I apologize for the quality of this story, I am on the toilet right now writing it on my phone. About 30 minutes ago my stomach started rumbling super bad and hurting. I knew right off the bat I'd need a long time on the toilet. Luckily I had the house to myself for the moment, and I grabbed my phone, sat down and started reading. My stomach cramped up horribly and I leaned forward and pushed while groaning. As my poop started to turtlehead I heard the front door open. My husband called out "babe where are you?", and I yelled back "bathroooommm" with some strain in my voice. I thought he just wondered where I was, but he immediately opened the door and came in. So I'm sitting there slightly leaned over, p**p halfway out, and a bad smell, blushing, and it turned out he wanted to show me a gun he bought. Without a care in the world he tries to hand it to me. I sighed and told him "babe I am pooping, I don't want to see your gun right now, and my stomach hurts so I need privacy, he said said "alright I'll show you later" and then left and closed the door. I leaned over again and started trying to get my poop moving again, eventually with some gas passing and straining I was able to push a very large hard log out. I flushed so as not to clog the toilet, but my stomach still really hurt. I then entered a dry gas phase, which in a few minutes turned into wet gas, and now I'm having diarrhea. I hate my stomach, anyway a few minutes ago he texts me "almost done?" And I responded "nope, I'm having diarrhea" he sent me an angry emoji and said he wished he had a button to make me finish, so I sent him a laughing emoji and said me too this HURTS. Anyway the cramps are still coming in waves and I'm very gassy today. I keep letting out these small explosions that are very painful, but my stomach still doesn't feel better. Right now I am rubbing my stomach trying to make the cramps go away. Will make another post soon if I survive this, right now it feels like I'll never get off the toilet, so I'm going to stop typing and really focus. Bye for now.
Nytecat
I did another survey!
Here's a survey from page 2,849 that's right up my alley with my answers.
1. When you are alone do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet?
No.
2. Do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet if your family, SO(Significant Other), roommate is around?
No, even though my opposite sex roommate sometimes does it despite us being completely platonic.
3. If you are a noisy pooper such as loud farts, grunting. etc. do you try being quiet when you have company?
If there's people nearby who could possibly hear me, I do try to keep it quiet. Otherwise, I get a little noisy but I'm not a big grunter.
4. Are you ok if your children, SO, roommate walk in while you are on the toilet?
No. Thankfully I'm almost never asked to let someone else in.
5. Are you ok walking in to use the toilet while your children, SO, roommate is in there for another reason?
Yes, but only if I'm pressed for time and I can't wait for her to come out. I'm impressed by how chill she is letting me do that while respecting my privacy when I'm on the throne.
6. Are you comfortable using a public toilet if someone is in the stall next to you?
I wouldn't say comfortable but I can tolerate it.
7. How often do you get so constipated that you need an enema?
Almost never. Constipation is rare for me and it normally resolves itself.
8. Do you use a squatty potty when pooping?
No. I'm generally able to squat just enough on a regular toilet.
9. When was the first time you realized you were fascinated with pooping?
When I was a small child. I think most of us who develop this fixation begin at a young age.
10. What started that fascination?
At the time my mom and I were the only two people besides babies that I knew of who routinely pooped in their pants. That's the reason pooping accidents became a lifelong interest of mine and why I relate with anyone who lives with this issue. But it wasn't until the age of the internet and forums like this that I realized we were not alone.
11. Do you listen to hear you SO on the toilet?
I don't have a SO at the moment and while I sometimes hear my roommate, I don't "listen" for it.
12. Do you always wipe until you are completely clean?
Most of the time but not always. Yes, it can cause skids when I don't (next question).
13. How often in the course of a month do you leave skid marks in your underwear, panties, thong, etc.?
On average, one to three. Sometimes I get lucky and go over a month without significant skids. But I'm more likely to have a period of soft, hard to wipe poos which leads to daily skids instead. The fact that my briefs and panties consistently ride up into my butt crack doesn't help matters. I don't know if it's the shape of my butt or what but there's no such thing as wedgie free underpants for me. Sometimes it looks like I'm wearing a thong. But it's ok. I've gotten used to it.
14. Do you fart when you pee?
Occasionally, yes and I might even get a sudden urge to poop as I'm tinkling. As a male standing at a toilet or urinal, if I'm not in danger of being overheard, I will push that fart out full force. Every now and then, a small poo nugget will fly out with it. Then I have to take the extra time required to remove it but it's worth the great feeling that comes from pushing it out.
15. Have you ever had a poop get stuck half way out and needed help getting it the rest of the way out?
Sort of. I kinda gyrate and move around until it's loose enough to continue its journey. Luckily I haven't had to pull anything out by hand or ask anyone else to do it for me.
Leah
Memories(reply to scooter)
Scooter your post got me thinking back and there's bound to be lots of things I'm going to miss out here, but here are something to go back on.
School was a very long time ago for me! Like everyone so my memories of school aren't great, but I remember when I was young (in secondary school) I was very poop shy, both at home and in school, so that's probably the first time I remember what it felt like to be constipated.
Back then you could go to the loo during class if you needed to but the system was that one pupil could go at any time, I only used it to pee when I was desperate as I refused to poo at school, the only time I would try to have a poo was at the end of lessons and you would have 5 minutes or more to get to the next class.
Normally all loos would be full, or during lunch break you would be waiting for a loo to open and you would have a group of girls at the sinks and preening themselves in the mirror and I'd go into a loo, pull my skirt down to my ankles and sit on the loo, often I couldn't even pee as the girls room was so busy and loud, the sounds of loud talking and doors slamming hand dryers going put me off peeing, let alone pooping.
I would normally have a stomach ache and hold my poo all day, and find a nice quiet loo after the final bell when everyone was going home, the girls room would always be busy at this time but it would always quieten out after a little while of sitting on the loo.
I remember once I was in the main girls room after school and I was sitting in the end loo by the window, it wasn't a massive room but there was no main door, a bit like an open archway and you can hear sounds in the corridor outside, well I was sat reading one of my school books, I may have been looking at an assignment when I heard some voices coming down the corridor, it sounded like a teacher in her clinking high heels talking to some pupils outside the loos, it turned out to be the headmistress! Mrs street was her name, she said her goodbyes and clip-clopped into the girls room.
I could her Mrs street walking, she tried my locked cubicle, as I was in the end one, she hurried into the one next to me slammed the door shut and I could hear her bum blowing up as the door shut, I had a poo coming out slowly but it had stopped by now, and it went back up my bum as I was too anxious and shy.
I heard the rustling of Mrs streets skirt being pulled up/down followed by a loud thud and a moan as another big fart ripped followed by several loose sounding plops.
I could not believe what I was hearing, she clearly came to use my cubicle far away from the others so she wouldn't be heard as much, just like me, a few other girls came in to pee, but they were very vocal about the smell. I was quietly pushing as Mrs street was panting a little, another plop followed before a sigh and then she rolled off loo roll to wipe herself with and then she left.
I could hear the cleaner coming in, I heard the trolley being pushed and I stayed sat whilst the cleaner just started cleaning, I think in the end I only managed to push out a small pebble as I couldn't poo with all the distractions around me, I went home still constipated and desperate.
I must have used public loos in my hometown before going home, that was how I coped
Bianca
Post Relief
Hi. I've had more poop come out than expected rather than pee. I also had small poop urges with lots of poop. Whoever wrote the urges vs relief, welcome if you're new! My poop has been mushy, but nothing interesting. Bye.
ECG
Bathroom Openness and Neurodivergence
I've mentioned my friend Catherine a few times now, and over time we've continued to become more open with each other about the bathroom. It's become clear that this is an interest we both share, and she told me that this is a subject she and all of her other friends are open about - which includes me now. In my last post, I wrote about sending her a toilet selfie as a joke, and this morning I sent her another one, not so jokingly now that I know from last time she likes them. She said it made her laugh, then thanked me for it, and sincerely at that, not sarcastically in an "I did not need to see that!" way. I've said I will continue to send them occasionally, and start looking for different bathrooms so that it doesn't get repetitive for her if I use my home bathroom every time.
In one of her voice messages to me this week, while speaking to me she said she was going to the staff bathroom at her work, and I could hear her enter the code to access it before she ended the recording, and started a new one a few minutes later once she'd finished. I said that I thought she was about to record herself peeing, and it would have been pretty funny if she had! She told she that once she has reached a level of closeness with someone, she will continue recording a voice message or talking on the phone while she pees, but only for peeing, not when she goes for a poo. Now I'm wondering if the pause was because she had a poo, or if I wasn't on that level of closeness before, but now I am. Once she brought it up, I said that I would return the favour and let her listen to me pee if I need to go while we're talking.
I enjoy and value our openness because I think it shows a level of trust and intimacy in each other. It's a taboo subject that's risky to bring up in conversation, so I think that once you've found someone safe to share it with, you want to make the most of it. Most of all, it should be fun and enjoyable for both of us to do things like send toilet selfies or listening to each other pee (not that we've done this yet, only talked about it and indicated we're open to it). We're both consenting adults doing this, so it will only happen for as long as we're both into it. I've found that I have to be in the right mindset to take a toilet selfie, it's not something I can do if I'm not in the mood for it, which has previously resulted in me not taking one when I promised I would.
To finally bring this back to the title, both of us are neurodivergent - I have Autism, Catherine has Autism and ADHD. Most of her friends are also neurodivergent, as are a number of users of this site, which leads me to wonder if there is a connection between neurodivergence and openness about the bathroom? Does anyone else here share things with others like toilet selfies or bathroom audio?RP
Sleepover story
I remember once i was like 14. I was invited to a sleepover, with some family. Or maybe it was a camp, i am not sure. What sticks in my memory thou is that we talked about bedwetting. I only tried that once.
But i kinda had to pee, and i was only in my undies. So i went to my sleepingbag, and while talking about it, i peed a little in my undies. It was quite fun, and only a little wet. Later i peed a little more. My undies were wet but the sleeping bag was dry. I went to bed and they were dry in the morning, despite being very wetMina
Dear Iris, Dear Anna Beth
Iris, we are happy for you! We always hoped that your cousins would be understanding, and they were. Now maybe you won't need to poo in front of them, you can always say to them, "sorry, I'm still nervous" and we hope weather will be good so they can go for walk while you defecating with a huge satisfaction and closed curtains. For some people, ten minutes is very long time, but for us four it is normal time. We are often defecating for longer than that. It is never wrong to sit on loo more than ten minutes to defecate lots.
Anna Beth, Maho said that perhaps your boss is married and has daughter. If it is true, he will have lots experience of poo of girl. So even he sees your poo, he might think, "no big deal". And Mina knows some men are very gentleman and won't look in loo to see poo of woman. Because Rhondda Daddy in Wales was such kind of man. We four don't hide what we doing in loo, but he never interested, he only say "take your time" and he don't think about it. Perhaps your boss is such the man.
Mina's mother said to Mina that when she was honeymoon her husband (Mina's father) saw her poo in hotel room. It was a huge diarrhoea and he was very worried, but chemist told him, it is maybe travellers' diarrhoea, and chemist was right. So Mina's father gave a medicine to Mina's mother, and next day she was OK and did normal poo and he saw and was happy.
By the way, Mina was honeymoon baby... Parents were married in June and Mina was born very late February.
We hope everyone is very fine!
Love to Everyone.
Chakamami Family
Urgency versus relief
I can well identify with very recent posts . I sit to wee ( mostly) as it is more relaxing and if I take my time and meditate I pass more urine than I thought I had in me . And sometimes a poo which I had no indication of earlier . And what is more interesting is that poo can work its way out without effort . I have posted about this a few times before over the years. ThunderThunder
Urgency and relief and update
Earlier on this morning, I I gave my stories on the subject.
Well, it happened in practice just an hour ago. I saw a customer and then needed a wee and went to my favourite public toilets and sat down. I I had a big relieving pee and then that feeling down below. I pushed out a very big movement and I was so happy it felt like a complete the evacuation. What was important is that the stools were very thick which made me very happy. For a long time now I've been passing rather thin stools not pencil shape but bigger than that but it's nonetheless still very thin. So very happy thunder.
Tricky
Second and final time pooping in locker room, Senior year
Scooter wanted us to share pooping at school stories. I came up with an incomplete list of the ones I've shared here, and there are others that I haven't posted. This is one of them, a sequel to Page 3090's "First time pooping in the locker room, Junior year of HS".
It was the start of senior year, maybe the fourth week. Because my new school required a foreign language and my previous high school did not, I was behind two grades in this subject for not taking one at my previous school. The school's class schedule was set up such that classes rotated on a daily basis, where each day, the first class of the previous day would be switched to the last class of the day the next day, with the hour of each class period shifting. Lunch periods were for one-half hour, and one course each day would be cut short to a half hour, where each grade level had a separate time for lunch in the cafeteria. This also meant that for one day a week, I got a full hour lunch break instead of 30 minutes, and for the next day after, I didn't get a lunch break and had to eat in class.
This caused me a problem, because the breaks between classes were only for 5 minutes, and I often used the end of my lunch period to poop for the majority of the days I was at school. When I didn't poop at lunch, I usually pooped before classes started or after school. I avoided tardiness in interest of not receiving after-school detention. Lunch tended to be the catalyst that got my bowels moving, and for my foreign language class, Spanish, this meant that I would be deprived of the opportunity to poop during the end of my lunch period without asking permission to leave class and use the restroom.
It was one of those days where my schedule denied me my lunch break. To make matters worse, I'd been holding it since 2nd period. I had just eaten lunch in class with allowance from my teacher, a middle-aged and attractive blonde haired lady. Within minutes of finishing my meal, the urgency of the situation greatly increased. It wasn't an emergency, but it was very uncomfortable and I could now feel a painful fullness in my rectum. She picked up on the pattern of me asking to use the restroom much more often than the other students(I already asked to go after every lunch session in this class thus far, and don't recall any of the other students ever asking to use the restroom in this class to that point). This time she denied me, unless I agreed to be written up for after-school detention in exchange.
So I held it.
*rort* *plur-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-t* *yert*
My insides audibly gurgled with the sounds of peristalsis as the pressure on my bottom end increased.
*RORT-T-T-T-T*
I had to release some gas to relieve the rapidly building pressure, and typically did so silently, but this time it came out dry and rippled, loudly, echoing about the room. The class laughed as I felt a wave of embarrassment.
This teacher hated students audibly farting in class and punished them if they didn't excuse themselves for doing so, so I quickly responded, "¡Perdon! Fue sin querer."
[Interjection: I think after that point she instinctively understood that I regularly pooped after lunch, because she never denied me a bathroom break again, ever. I have two other school poop stories involving me asking to be excused to use the restroom from her class that I will tell at a later date.]
Class let out and I decided I'd try to go during my five minute break and knew that I'd probably be tardy for the next class. I did not want to hold it for the remainder of the day, which was another three hours, and it was now a borderline emergency at this point. Class ended, and I quickly walked to the nearest Boys' room, farting with each footstep leaving a trail of stink behind me as I felt the turtle's head poking. Just my bad luck, the nearest Boys' room was closed for cleaning by the female janitors. I had only one other available restroom on my way to my next class without spending 3-5+ minutes finding an alternative location, the Boys' locker room, and I was going to hurry as fast as I could.
So I entered. Gym class was not in session this upcoming period and had just ended the previous period, and the room was almost empty, except for a lone boy's face sticking above the half stall in the room's toilet area. It was the same boy who was fixing his hair at the sink the last time I used this toilet the previous school year[See Page 3090 "First time pooping in the locker room, Junior year of HS"], and it was right after his gym class ended, lunch occupying the first 30 minutes of that hour. He saw me, and as he rolled the toilet paper to wipe, he greeted me by name as if he wasn't in the least bit embarrassed. It was known by our entire class that he used this exact toilet almost every day.
"Hey, <My name omitted>."
I probably found the situation more awkward than he did. Every boy in my grade was also familiar with the fact that I often pooped after eating lunch during the latter part of the lunch period in the restroom near the cafeteria, him included. He continued,
"Let me guess, is the Boys' room closed again?"
I answered in the affirmative. He was wiping his butt as I stood there, the act itself concealed by the half stall. I could still see him reaching up at the dispenser, pulling off paper, and subtly contorting himself and maneuvering his right arm as he wiped.
He then continued, "I'm almost done."
As I stood there, three more students came in, the first being a white boy with slicked back black hair. He gestured me toward the urinal, and I told him, "Go on ahead." The pressure was now unbearable and it was an emergency. I was seconds from filling my pants. He approached the urinal, and the remaining two students formed a line, the first an athletic black kid and the next a skinny, pale, baby-faced, Irish-looking freckled kid with red hair combed down passed his eyes who shared 3 classes with me. The first kid spent 30 seconds or so peeing as the long-haired kid in the stall kept wiping.
As the first student flushed the urinal, the long-haired kid who just pooped finally pulled his pants up and flushed, greeting by name the black student next in line to pee, as they were close friends. The long-haired kid exited the short stall and they briefly exchanged small talk before it got quiet, since it was often an unspoken rule among the boys at this school to not start conversations with others while they were using the toilet in order respect each others' boundaries.
I proceeded to the half-stall, and in front of the four other people in the room, the kid with slicked hair now washing his hands, the long haired kid who just pooped waiting to wash their hands, the black kid now unzipping at the urinal, and the ginger kid waiting for his turn to pee, I then shut and latched the stall door to take a much needed but more-awkward than usual poop behind the comically short wall.
The skinny ginger kid waiting for his turn at the urinal, then remarked,
"Might wanna' clear out guys. <My name omitted>'s about to use the public stall."
As I pulled my pants to my ankles, sat my butt on the toilet, and let gravity get things moving, there was some muffled but restrained laughter. No one was being rude, so much as acknowledging that this was an awkward situation and trying to lighten up the tension.
I didn't have much time and wanted to avoid being late to my next class, so I had no inhibitions. Not the first time I used this toilet, the previous time was in front of a much larger crowd, and everyone in the room had already seen me enter or exit at least one of the other full-sized stalls in this school and heard my noises at least once before already. I'd also pooped in adjacent stalls next to both the black kid and the ginger kid before meeting at the sinks before. I was comfortable enough to poop here, even though all the other toilets offered much better privacy, likening the experience to using a partitioned urinal to pee, except I was crapping. No one could see my butt or privates unless they were standing at the urinal and deliberately looking, otherwise all they saw was my head and shoulders. I comfortably sat, my ankles, pants, socks, and shoes exposed below the wall, and head and shoulders exposed above it.
After the first few inches stuck out, there was still an awkward pause as my bowels were hesitant upon the mutual understanding of everyone in the room with regard to what I was about to do, as was often the case when I used a normal stall. Plus the turd was thicker and harder than I anticipated. My colon felt full and throbbed with pain. 3 seconds passed without anyone saying anything. It felt like 30.
The ginger kid then assured me, while averting his gaze, "Don't mind me dude. I won't look."
The boy currently at the urinal had just finished his stream as the boy at the sink finished and shut the water off, and for a few brief seconds, the room now had gotten so quiet you could hear a flea jump.
*fwert*
*crackle-plshffft-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
After a muffled and quiet fart, the poop started audibly crackling out of me. I was bearing down on it and straining, in effort to hurry up, and that made it noisier than normal. Just then, the urinal user, the athletic boy with black skin, zipped up and flushed, and the boy who previously pooped where I was currently seated took his turn at the sink, breaking up the awkward noises I was generating on the toilet that everyone could briefly hear. They knew exactly what I was doing, and probably thought none of it.
The red haired kid unzipped and took his place at the urinal as the black kid waited to wash his hands, as I sat there pushing with a log of poop slowly and slightly painfully snaking its way out of my anus.
We all remained silent, each toilet user facing straight forward in opposite directions, each of us uncomfortably in the other's peripheral vision, in futile effort not to catch an unwanted glimpse of something neither of us wanted to see, as the kid with long hair washed his hands and the black kid looked off to the side, trying to avert their gazes from us two current toilet users.
*PLIS-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S*
The ginger kid was peeing a forceful and loud stream that dominated all of the noises in the room. I could see it coming out clear in my peripheral vision, and knew that like me, he drank a lot of water.
Eventually, they both finished and left without saying anything further, probably not wanting to make things any more awkward out of respect for me. I had the locker room to myself, but the welcome privacy didn't speed things along this time. The poop was rock hard, thick, and was taking more effort.
Then the bell rang. I was still pooping, log sticking mid-way out, firm and unbreakable, dilating my ringpiece quite forcefully, so much that it tickled, crackled, and popped with slight sensations of pain as it slid out with each push. It required considerable effort, coming out just a few more millimeters at a time. This continued for another minute or two, and as I could feel it getting close to finished, the door to the locker room opened.
It was the assistant principal, who served as a hall monitor between classes and frequently checked the Boys' restrooms to make sure kids weren't hanging out, smoking in them, skipping class, or otherwise causing trouble. An obese bald man in his 50s, he immediately saw my face jutting above the stall as I sat there with my pants and underwear at my socks, ankles exposed, facing straight forward. I was bearing down with effort, in a hurry, and there was absolutely no mystery what I was doing here.
He addressed me by name, "<My name omitted>, are you about done in here? You should be in class by now."
Nervous and now slightly embarrassed, I replied, "Yeah. Trying to hurry."
This embarrassed me a bit, as I sat there straining and pushing. I found conversation while on the toilet, even behind a normal doored stall or from behind the private bathroom door in a residence very awkward at this point in my life. Worse, given the setup, if I looked to my left, we'd have been able to make eye contact. If my face looked funny while straining and pushing, he saw it for sure.
Some awkward seconds passed as I kept pushing the log out of me, and he then continued, "You could have gone during your lunch break. You can get detention for being tardy you know."
I then explained, "My Sophomore Spanish class took that today. I often go right after lunch."
He knew I was a Senior, even though I looked barely passable as a Freshmen being so underdeveloped.
He responded, "Is that so? And you couldn't hold it 'til the end of the day, huh?"
I replied, "It was an emergency."
Awkward seconds passed as I sat there with the rest audibly crackling its way out, now moving quickly.
*T-Z-T-Z-pop-pop-crackle-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-pop-plut-T-Z-T-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z*
Pushing and straining, as I felt the end of the hard and slightly viscous log now rapidly sliding out,
*BLOOP-TLUP-bloosh*
The log loudly dropped with enough force that the water splashed my butthole. He definitely heard it.
I felt more was in me, and bared down to keep going, wanting to finish, but it was just gas.
*rorrrr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-t-t-t*
It wasn't loud, but the room was silent enough that it echoed about the toilet bowl and walls. I was greatly more embarrassed, since he definitely heard that too, even standing from the door.
Sensing my state of embarrassment after he heard the tell-tail plop followed by the farting, he commented, "Some flatulence on the toilet is nothing to be ashamed of, kiddo. It's natural. I do it too."
Still standing by the entrance, he shifted himself and ripped a loud but fast fart himself, smiling:
*WOMP-P-P-T*
I started reaching up at the dispenser to roll the toilet paper while he continued watching me from the entrance. He couldn't actually see me wiping my butt, but it was obvious that he could see that I was doing so based upon the fact that I could tell when the previous user was doing so. As I continued wiping, he then said, "I know the other restroom is closed. There must have been a line here. I'll escort you to class to make sure you don't receive a tardy. You shouldn't be punished for needing the toilet."
Looking straight ahead, I told him "Thanks.", since he was going to help me avoid getting a detention.
He continued, "Don't need to thank me. It's obvious to me you didn't have much of a choice."
This was the most embarrassment I remember ever feeling while pooping at this school, but I'd dealt with much worse before at other times and places. And after. I hurriedly wiped a rich, creamy layer of light-brown filth off of my ring piece with the neatly folded toilet paper in my right hand.
While I continued wiping, he continued this awkward conversation, "The five minutes between classes really isn't enough time to complete a bowel movement, is it?"
Mid-wipe, and then checking the paper, I responded, "No. That's why I usually go during lunch break."
Smiling, he said, "I didn't make that rule. The faculty restrooms are out of order so I was going to use this one. Sorry for intruding on you, but I have to poop too. I'm gonna' need a lot longer than five minutes, probably more like twenty, so I'll walk you to class first. That way, you won't get in trouble."
I responded, "Thanks."
In spite of trying to rush the cleanup job, it still probably took a total of five or six passes before I was confident enough to pull my pants up and buckle my belt.
I looked into the toilet bowl and left a 2 inch wide unbroken dirt snake stretching all the way from inside the drain of the toilet to the rim. It was smooth and multi-colored, a mixture of light browns, dark browns, and greens. Being larger than my normal productions, it surprisingly flushed down completely and cleanly on the first flush. I've clogged other toilets at this school with smaller deposits.
As I washed my hands, he watched me at the sink and stood there whistling, and sensing I felt somewhat humiliated that he watched much of my performance and conversed with me during it, trying to lighten the mood while noticing my spiked hair, he then asked, "Did you trip on an electric wire young man? Your hair is sticking straight up!"
5-10 seconds passed as I washed my hands and dried them. I said nothing, still feeling awkward.
He continued, "Just teasin'! It looks good on ya' kid. You're a good lookin' boy. I miss having hair!"
I finished drying my hands. We exited the locker room, and he accompanied me to my next class. The nearby restroom was still being cleaned, so I see why the assistant principal went into the locker room.
As I entered class, perhaps 3 minutes late, he followed me in and told my teacher, "Don't count him tardy." The assistant principal now had a book in his hand, probably reading material for his anticipated sit-down session on the exact same toilet I just used in the locker room. The teacher gave him a thumbs up. I walked to my desk, with a great sense of relief, any and all embarrassment having faded in its entirety after the favor done on my behalf, in spite of the fact that one of the students in this class was the ginger kid who saw me use that stall and knew exactly why I was late, confirming with a knowing nod and brief smile at me as I took my seat at my desk and got my course materials out of my backpack.
Anna
Badly constipated (PMS)
Hey all.. i dont know if this is normal but every month the week before i get my monthly bleed i get sooo constipated for a week. The beginning of the week is ok, i cant poop at all and even though i have to there is no urge to go, but the last 3 days of the week i have to have a bowel movement what feels like urgently and i cant get anything out :(
Its difficult because i live with my family (mom, dad, sister, brother, and myself) i share a room with my sister and the whole place only has one bathroom, so everyone knows each others habits. I normally poop 2-3 times every day and they know it. So now during these bouts of constipation i have to sit for so long to the point others need the toilet, and inevitably they dont hear the beautiful flush of the toilet.. Well now everyone knows about my constipation and everyone is constantly asking me if ive been able to go. They are concerned but its making me embarrassed and stressed. My parents at dinner will tell me to go sit on the toilet and just try.. i always do as they say. They can see my distended stomach snd its to the end of the week now and it hurts badly. I always feel the need to push but its no use. My mother massages my stomach often which gives some relief. Even while im trying to go my family will come to the door and ask if ive made progress, they hear me crying in there. It hurts so much and hear me straining. But them asking me makes me get anxiety. The only time i get relief is when i finally get my period. I just want my family to back off abit because they are making my problem worse.. im so embarrassed everyone knows. And because its like clockwork monthly they know the next time i will be backed up ugh..Becc
Long Time, No See
Hi!
I posted on this forum for a short while in 2017. I looked back and found most of my posts starting on page 2641 and going through the 2660's...
I am a tall, curvy, athletic woman (6'2, 210-220 lbs) with a hearty appetite and, as a result, has some pretty big poops! And, I am so interested in pooping that I became a Physician Assistant in a Gastroenterology practice. I workout regularly, and eat a healthy diet normally but I do allow for splurges of my favorite comfort foods from time to time. I also do strength training and cardiovascular workouts to stay in shape as an adult, as I was very active growing up, even playing college basketball for a small, private school.
I also discovered that I'm asexual. I just have little to no interest in that part of life. So, I moved home with my parents to help take care of my aunt Kate, who had breast cancer and passed away a year ago. I live in a tiny house on my parents' property.
So I came back to this forum because I just love to talk about this subject. I have so many stories from the medical practice!
And, I pooped my pants recently. It was the weirdest experience of my life!
So, if anyone is reading and would like to hear more, please let me know! I'm happy to share!
Becc
Denise
Urgency vs relief
To the anonymous poster - yes I have experienced that too! Now and then I'll sit for a 1 or 2 that doesn't feel especially urgent and just feel absolutely cleaned out afterwards! Funny how that happens.
I would also say I experience the opposite too. Sometimes I think I have to pee so bad but when I go not as much comes out as I would have thought. I assume that's because something else might be squishing my bladder, like if I've had a lot to eat or drink but the liquid hasn't manifested into pee yet and the food is still digesting, my bladder capacity might be smaller in that situation so it takes less pee to feel full. I'm no biologist though.
I think this discrepancy has contributed to some of my accidents over the years as it's not always been very clear to me what level of urge I was experiencing until it was too late.
Funny, just yesterday I needed a 2, very normal not urgent, but then soooo much came out, it was probably as big as some of the poops I've ended up doing in my pants because they were too big to hold. How strange!
Norm
Lights Out - Survey
Recently I was in a public toilet. I was in a cubicle sitting on the toilet, had taken a dump and was most of the way through wiping my ass and nearly clean when the lights went out as they were on a timer (I think 5 minutes). I opened the stall door and leaned out but the sensor was near the main door and I wasn't going to go that far with my pants around my ankles in case someone came in!
I gave myself another few wipes and was confidant enough my ass was clean. I pulled up my pants, flushed, came out and over to the main door and the lights came on. I just went back in again and gave myself one more wipe to double check and I was indeed clean. I washed my hands and left. I think if it happened again I would be more confident in telling my ass was clean in the dark.
I know blind people have to get around this, but for sighted people wiping your ass is generally a visual process so I'm just curious:
1. Has anybody ever been sitting on the toilet in a public place and the lights have gone out after you've dumped your poo and before/during your wiping, due to sitting there too long when nobody else comes in or leaves another stall outside?
2. How did you proceed then (assuming you didn't have a phone or other light source)?
3. Did you just continue wiping and hope it was clean, pull your pants up/dress or skirt down, flush and leave the stall and forget about it?
Jenny SIS (it's been a while since you posted - if you read this, hope you're well and had a good dump today!) often mentioned blind wiping the first few times, but it becomes trickier to tell blindly after that.
4. Did you have another way to tell you were clean by feel or smell, and do it that way?
5. Did you take a chance and lean out of the stall and wave your hand about to try and get the lights on again?!
Hope all your evacuations go well today!Thunder
More on Suppositories
I use to take ( until very recently) daily osmolax but have now switched to glycerin suppositories. I have mentioned this previously. The last one I inserted was on Wednesday….. still not easy getting it in due to my hands but worked too well . The idea is to retain the suppository for a while , which I did , but a sudden sense of urgency caused me to shit my thunderwear ( what I call my incontinence undies ) to such and extent it leaked onto my trousers . My time on the toilet was out of this world! An explosion of big healthy turds …. Felt so much better! I tried to poo this morning but to no avail . Having a family brunch this morning and then a massage that involved my colon and will see what that brings . On the subject of shitting myself my partner almost did the same this week also . Coming home she got the urge on the train and then had to walk a good distance from the station to home and then coukd not find the key then did and just and only just made it ! In my case I did not despite being at home !