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Brian W

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Thank you for the response! Yeah sounded like he definitely had to go poop! I wonder if it was one of his friends instead of you that went into the bathroom if he would have came out of the stall and held it in or if he would have went anyway, sounds like that would have been hard for him to hold in all day, especially when he was already sitting on the toilet haha

Bianca
Hi! It's been a while. To Kathy: sorry about the fear accident during the robbery. Speaking of fear, I disliked the noisy toilets in high school. On a happier note, I love my lavender baby wipes. They keep my butt squeaky clean. I guess I could say it smells refreshing afterwords. Bye.

Pete

Congratulations to Mina

Mina: I loved your defecatory foursome. I wish I could share a buddy-dumping session with friends, but unfortunately there is no-one who shares my toilet obsession. I am sure that most of our readers on this site wish they could share their number two with others. You are four very lucky girls.

Katherine
Had my 3 month checkup with my urogynecologist yesterday. We talked about the usual and went over my bladder diary where I record both successful trips to the bathroom, accidents, UTIs (which I get fairly frequently) and a little bit about what I think may have caused me to do my pee in my pants whenever it happens. We've arrived at the conclusion that most of my wetting episodes (not the ones clearly caused by trauma triggers) are caused by what she called poor interoception. What happens more often than that I get the signal too late. Like today was a perfect example of the problem that is absolutely too common for me. I suddenly felt intense pain in my bladder and tingling in my privates out of absolutely nowhere and I almost doubled over in both pain and panic. I hadn't realized my need to go pee until then at all. I grabbed at my vagina with my hand but it's hard to hold it when you wear a pull-up. I began to dribble almost immediately despite my desperate attempts to hold it until I got to the bathroom. I had tears from the pain in my very full bladder. My bladder was absolutely bursting to go pee and I tried so hard to get to the toilet but by the time I managed to waddle to the bathroom, bent almost double, squeezing my legs together and holding my vagina hard between my legs, it was too late. Trying to unfasten my pants I was wetting in my pull-up the whole time. My hands and legs shook because even though I know logically that no one's gonna hit me for having an accident anymore, my body still hasn't gotten tthat yet message and that's where the panic and fear often come from When I had finished that huge pee in my diaper I ended up staring into the mirror. The damp bulge of my pullup squished between my legs as a few tears dribbled down my face. I just don't often feel the need to go pee until it's an absolute emergency and then I often don't have time to get to the potty, get my clothes down and sit before I'm completely wetting myself. My bedwetting, which is pretty much a nightly thing, she believes, is due to both very a traumatic toilet training experience, sleeping too deep and complex PTSD affecting my bladder. Well, all that's good great and otherwise, but none of it helps me train out of it and not need pullups anymore. Oh well.

Wednesday, May 13, 2026

Mina

Our second simultaneous motion of 2026 : 4 bad girls again!

Hi Everyone, we hope you are very fine all, or as fine as possible.

Today is very sunny day so we decided to do our buddy motion in our potties!

For new people in this site: We do this sometimes, because we want to defecating all together at same time, and in one toilet this is impossible. Also impossible to create one room with four toilets in it. So we cover floor with old newspaper, then put potties on it so that one of us face west, one north, one south, one east. We line all potties with loo paper, so easy to empty them into loo after we use, and easy to clean when we finish all.

So as our usual, we did wee in green loo first. Mix of wee and mierda is hard to clean, so we like to separate, but Hisae have trouble of this sometimes, so she has two potties. One for wee and one for mierda. (Marina, we hope you are happy to read the word "mierda " which is Spanish for faeces. Mina write this word with thinking of you.) This time Hisae was lucky, she could do her wee in toilet.

Then we squat. Mina face east, Maho west, Hisae south, Kazuko north. We look each other with full of love in our face. We were birthday suit because temperature very warm.

Because of our custom, we wait for signal from Maho. She is slow to start. But finally she start, so her three crushes also start, and quickly fill potties with our mierda, because we were impatient little bit, and because we didn't do motion yesterday. Hisae's potty not full completely so she stayed with Maho while Mina and Kazuko empty their potties into toilet and lined with paper again. Nobody want Maho to be lonely while she pushing out her beautiful brown banana from her beautiful bottom. When Kazuko and Mina come back, Hisae took her potty to toilet and also Maho's because two very large sausages in it. Maho doesn't like to take break when she defecating, she says it upsets her rhythm. So Hisae put spare potty under Maho. (Maho has three potties!!)

Then Hisae came back with naughty smile on her face. She decided to give us display. She turned to face north, her beautiful bottom facing us, then she poured huge soft serve into her potty with taking more than fifteen seconds maybe. (Nobody timed, but Mina check on her watch now, so "maybe ".) Three crushes gave gasp. Hisae's potty is more than full! But Mina and Kazuko send signal to her with eyes, so she waited, and Mina and Kazuko produced second wave. Smaller than Hisae's, but broke into four quite large sausages both Kazuko and Mina. We all had to empty potties again, Maho too because three large bananas in her potty.

After that no more big waves. Pity!! But many small waves, except Maho she still pushing out large sausages. So we continued squat for about 10 more minutes, with gazing to each other with face full of LOVE. Then we emptied potties into toilet for last time and cleaned, washed bottom with washlet and dried (for new people, we explain, one of us wash bottom with sitting on toilet and with drying wet bottom of crush). Then folded newspapers for recycle (no dirty newspapers this time) and took shower, then drink tea which Hisae made, then cleaned both flats. Same routine with every time! Perhaps old timer are bore with this story, but we hope new people enjoy especially Kimi.

So wonderful feeling to defecate all together in same time! Mina is hard to explain this wonderful feeling.

We hope everyone have great time on loo and everywehre.

Love from Chakamami Family

cathy

fear accident

a few years ago i was walking home with my boyfriend when a guy approached us with a gun and demanded all of our money. we handed it over and he ran of, it was over fast but it was terrifying. I turned to my boyfriend and I noticed his pants were soaked. he had clearly wet himself in fear. we weren't far from my apartment and i brought him back to change as he had clean clothes there. as we were walking back i noticed a bad smell coming from him but i didn't want to embarrass him further by asking about it. when we got back i led him to the bathroom to change and yep sure enough he had done a poo in his pants too. i cant say i blame him it was so scary. the fear from the robbery had increased my own need to pee and poop too so i used the toilet while he showered. his briefs were completely ruined so i just threw them in the trash but i managed to save his jeans, does anyone else have experience with that kind of fear accident

Trekkie

de-lurking to make a few replies

Running girl: I'm sorry that happened to you, but what a story! As for why it happened, I'd like to say two things: one, if you follow this site, you'll know that hitting 40 without a single accident since childhood is an achievement many cannot claim! As for why it happened, you mentioned two cups of coffee, and of course running. Both of these are things that have been known to stimulate the bowels, to the point that enough runners have had accidents or sudden desperation mid-run for it to be a well-known phenomenon. And the volume of your accident means you probably had a lot of poo in you before you realized it. You had a full bowel, some coffee still in your system from earlier perhaps, and ran (a 'quick mile' is definitely enough!) That combination spelling full underwear definitely doesn't indicate that you're becoming incontinent or anything!

Debbie: Are you the same Debbie (or Deb, but I think they were two different people with a similar issue) that sometimes talked about diarrhea around the time of your period a few years ago?

James: Welcome back! I definitely remember and miss you. And it's always cool to know another person on the spectrum, especially when it's someone you already thought was pretty cool. Learning this about yourself can be hard but answer so many questions and give you a path to overcoming problems you once didn't understand. You are the same person you always were, but with more answers! Something you mentioned reminds me of a previous autistic poster named Emily (sometimes "Emily with autism, " but she didn't always write it out.) She found using bathrooms sufficiently overwhelming that she uses diapers and likely always will, and anyone who knows autistics knows that such overwhelmed feelings are NOT a simple dislike or discomfort that you can just ignore. Interestingly, while she didn't get extremely upset if they happened, she did *not* enjoy actually losing control in public. Apparently, even if you're going to go in your clothes either way, the difference between losing control in the middle of a store and calmly stepping aside somewhere to do your business is the same! That surprised me a little. Her stories also share interesting insider insight into the special education system and how such things are handled by professionals and families. Oh, one thing about autism: one, we tend to have gut issues, IBS or similar to it. Two, a lot of us have trouble with interoception, or the feeling of what's going on in your body. Not knowing you have to go until it's a super emergency is not uncommon among us, and even if you wouldn't describe it like that, it *is* a spectrum, and this is one of many traits that can be anywhere from nonexistent to severe. Maybe your body tells you to get to the bathroom a little later than it does for many people. I think the same is true of Emily. How are things these days? Do you still have accidents, are you and Helen still friends, and do you still see each other? I hope she'll tell us some of her stories too, about herself and about both of you.

Abbie, congratulations on you and Lucy! I hope the two of you live happily, and sometimes soggily, ever after.

Best stories??? : For your request, I'll send ya to the search bar. There are enough great stories that you'll find them quickly and you'll stumble onto a lot of things that you'll enjoy reading even if they're not exactly what you looked for. This site has been around since the 90s and everything's saved!

Scooter

This is for Brian W.

Brian, you were asking if the teenager in the all you can eat buffet has a solid poop. The answer is a definite YES! As soon as he saw that I was not one of his friends he immediately sat down and had a SOLID poop with lots of plops, but not diarrhea. What I can remember is that he had three rounds or waves of poop. Even though he had to risk getting caught pooping if one of his friends came into the bathroom, as far as I could tell he had so much built up inside that he had no choice other than to let it out at the restaurant. He probably ate a lot at the buffet.

Sunday, May 10, 2026

Mina

Some replies

Dear Kimi,
We are happy to read post from you again!! Happy Happy Happy

We also like to fart, and we fart much more than when Mina started write for this site. But usually our farts don't smell so bad, except in morning just before our defecate.

We have Japanese word for fart, it is "o-nara ". No relation to Nara which was capital of Japan long time ago.

We agree with you that o-nara is very important for health. We should never hold it back.

When you took nap, is it mean that after poo in cafeteria you went back your home?

If you read our last post, you will see that we farted a lot when Shinri visited. Actually Mina didn't write all. Maho, Kazuko and Hisae also farted very lots with sitting on loo that morning.

We don't know how long you stay on loo for defecate, but we stay 10 minutes or more every time.

Dear Leah,

We are worry about your constipation, but we were happy to know you produced huge defecate in bus station loo. Maho says, if you like milk, drink milk before you go to the bed.

Dear Anna,

We always love to hear from you! We were sorry to read about your bottom's angry reaction to Korean prune juice. We hope you are fine now.

Dear Marina,

We were happy to know that you were pleased when we use Spanish word, "mierda "! We like that word. Mina found it on page 2264 maybe. We enjoy your stories.

Dear Iris,

We are happy to know you are progress! We wish you a good luck every time you go to defecate outside your home.

Dear Everyone,

Mina is reading earliest posts in this site, translate interesting ones for crushes. But sometimes we are very sad. We hate:

1. Parents who punish child who has accident.

2. Teacher who don't allow pupil to go toilet when it is need very much.

3. People who are mockery of child who has accident.

And we don't hate, but we are very sad when person in this forum die. Some of them die very young. We hope everyone live long happy life!!

Love to everyone.

Chakamami Family

James

Second day of museum trip and recovering afterwards

At the end of my last post, I was in a London hotel with my family after having come down with a bad attack of diarrhoea at the Natural History Museum. The next day, we cut short our trip as I was still quite feverish and my morning poo was still quite sloppy and yellowy-orange compared to usual, although nothing like as urgent or crampy as the day before. We got on the train, which was going to take nearly four hours, and my mum told me that I had to let her or my dad know if I needed to go so that they could take me to the train toilets. This got me feeling very anxious though, as train toilets in the UK in the 90s were awful by most people's standards, and beyond the pale for a neurodivergent ten-year-old with a lot of toilet-related anxiety. I spent the first hour constantly worrying I was going to start feeling like I needed to go, and then when I did begin to feel the urge, I began to get panicky - which made me need to go even more.

After perhaps half an hour of this, my dad saw that I was looking increasingly pale and quiet and asked if I was OK, and if I needed the loo, but I said I was fine. I clearly wasn't, and so a few minutes later he asked me again, more pointedly, as I was now fidgeting on my seat so much that it must have looked like I was bouncing up and down, before telling me that he was going to take me "just in case " and getting me to stand up. By this point, the pressure had got really bad again and I was only just holding on, but the idea of having to poo in a train toilet completely overloaded my brain and I froze in my tracks next to my seat, before feeling my bum relax against my will and poo rush out into my pants again. Luckily, there weren't many other people in our carriage, and they were at the other end, but it was very obvious to my parents what I was doing and my brother didn't help by going "ooh, James is pooing himself again, isn't he " and making farting noises with his mouth. My dad said "we'd better get you to the toilet to finish off ", and at that I'm still rather ashamed to say that I silently shook my head (I couldn't speak in that moment) and gave a push to get everything out where I was standing. I'm not sure how obvious it was that I'd finished in my pants on purpose, but my dad sighed and rummaged in his bag to find an old towel for me to sit on so that I didn't mess up the train seat (I don't think he could face the idea of actually trying to change and clean me up in the train toilet, which was barely big enough for two people to stand up in). I had to sit in my mess all the way back to our station, and in the car as we went from there back home, and the poo had gone quite clammy by the time I was cleaned up.

I continued to recover on the bank holiday Monday, and also had the day off school on Tuesday. I had one more accident on the Monday, but it wasn't out of desperation. I had been lying curled up on my bed with a book all afternoon and had been farting way more than usual, which I had put down to recovering from my stomach upset. I was aware that the farts were large and a bit wet rather than small and squeaky, but otherwise I was lost in my book and didn't pay that much attention. A little while later, I needed to get up to go for a wee, and I noticed there was a small orange stain on my duvet cover where I'd been lying. I hurried to the bathroom, looked in the mirror and saw a matching but larger stain on the back of my trousers. I pulled them down and saw that my pants had a much larger and glistening stain, which I quickly found was because they had a moderately large amount of soft diarrhoea in them that must have been gradually coming out with every fart. I got my mum to help me to clean up after that one as my duvet cover had to go in the wash as well as my trousers. By that age, I was usually better than that at telling the difference between a fart and some poo, and felt very embarrassed that I'd done it in my pants when the toilet was just across the upstairs hall, but my mum didn't make a big deal of it given that I was still recovering.

I've mentioned before that I would often get mild diarrhoea with any kind of fever (even just from having a cold), but in this case I think it was more of a stomach bug, as my brother experienced some near-instant karma from his teasing. My mum had to bring him home from school early that Tuesday because he had a similarly sudden and very visible accident in his Year 3 classroom, which was the only time I was aware of when he messed himself through having the runs rather than through stool withholding. He used to wear boxer shorts rather than Y-fronts, and so the poo had quickly escaped down his trouser legs and onto the floor.

I did worry for a few months after that other kids might have caught the same bug from sitting on the stool of the educational game at the museum before it got cleaned, or from my seat on the train. Neither had any visible stains, but my tracksuit bottoms were so damp when the first accident happened that I'm sure whatever virus I'd caught would have been left behind for the next player. Mind you, I wasn't sure who I'd caught it from, as no-one at school had been off sick, so perhaps I picked it up from someone else having a similar problem on a seat somewhere that I'd then sat on in the days before the trip!

Katherine
After doing semi ok managing my toileting problem for the last few weeks, we ended up changing some of my medications for... Reasons. Let's just say it's been a bit tough this last week. Flashbacks have been nearly debilitating and I've definitely been heavily dependent on my pullups to keep from alot of public embarrassment. Only the other day, the church office that supplies my pullups was closed for a few days and I ended up running out due to more accidents than usual. Luckily, I had a little extra money and figured I could buy 1 package to tide me over. I was soooo uncomfortable and afraid, wearing panties in public but I didn't have a choice. I went to Target and started down the aisle to buy a pack. So far so good. Until someone passed by me literally wearing the exact same cologne worn by my most violent childhood rapist. The smell instantly overwhelmed me and I started trembling and sobbing until I fell onto my knees. It was as though it was totally being done to me all over again. I'll spare you all the unspeakable details. When I finally snapped out of it, I was surrounded by people and 2 paramedics were coming down the aisle towards me. Someone had called 911. I froze and then my face went hot as I suddenly felt that all too familiar feeling of warm, soaking wet pants. A puddle surrounded me. I tried not to but I started to cry again and I buried my face in my hands. I couldn't talk or stop shaking. I managed to indicate that i'd be alright and that I needed a diaper and dry pants because I had had an accident. One of the paramedics let an older lady bystander who volunteered purchase the package and after they checked my vitals and I could finally talk again, she held my arm and helped me walk to the bathroom. Another person brought me a pair of sweatpants and socks they had bought while I changed out of my wet panties and pants into a warm, dry pull-up. I instantly felt safe and secure in a pull-up, a safety that I don't feel in regular underwear. I finally went home and cried until I fell asleep. When I woke up hours later, I was soaked thru and even my sweats had gotten a little bit of pee on them.

Tinner

Another post- running accident

Long time lurker, very occasional poster. I just came to say hi to Abbie, mostly. I had missed her posts. Glad to hear your life is going great (congratulations!) and I look forward to more posts from you and, who knows, Lucy too!

I don't have much to share, except ten months ago or so I went for a run in the evening and as I was approach of home I really needed a poo. I was almost home and it was getting dark (and uncomfortable) so I let it slide into my undies. The mess wasn't ideal but tolerable.

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

Tricky

Birthday Dump; Re: Scooter

Scooter, your story reminded me on an experience I had the day I turned 15.

My grandmother took me and two friends out to eat at a buffet. This happened immediately after school, and as usual, I'd been holding in a poop for hours because my high school had doorless stalls and I didn't like the previous experiences I had of pooping in view of an audience at school. During the car ride to the restaurant, I could feel a fullness in my rectum as the turtle's head was trying to poke out.

Of course, we got to the restaurant, and being the shy kid I was, I didn't want my friends making fun of me for using a stall as we washed our hands in the Mens' room, so I kept holding it. It was a one urinal, two-stall affair, the first stall being normal in size and facing directly toward the entrance and the second stall being a handicapped stall to the right of it, the urinal and sink to the left of the stalls. I washed my hands and proceeded to eat. And eat. And eat. And eat.

Eventually, after 10+ plates of food, I couldn't hold it anymore and excused myself to the restroom.

The handicapped stall was occupied, so I took the first stall. I lowered my pants and underwear to my shoes and sat on the toilet, immediately and involuntarily extruding out a massive, smeary, solid, highly-compressed log of foulness. It hurt coming out. Worse yet, the gap between the stall and the door was massive, at least two inches, and anyone who walked in would have had a generous view of me as I sat on the toilet. My line of sight in my right eye was directly at the entrance door as I sat. It was almost as bad as a doorless stall at school, but I didn't care anymore because I desperately needed the relief and was glad to now have it. I wasn't at school, so I wasn't worried about being bullied, at least not physically.

As the logjam was working its way out of me, the door opened. It was one of my friends, and he immediately identified me in the first stall thanks to that large gap. We made eye contact. He knew what was up because he'd been holding his poop in all day as well for the same reasons as me, and had to wait for the handicapped stall to avail itself as he stood there talking to me. I was now a little bit embarrassed and was not comfortable talking to people while using the bathroom at that age, but because he was a friend, I tolerated it.

Eventually, a man left the handicapped stall and my friend joined me in the adjacent stall. He kept the conversation going. He farted a lot, then let out a barrage of soft but audible plops, while my continuous and thick dirt snake slowly continued slithering out of me. The crackling it made was loud, and my friend commented that he could hear me taking a massive shit, even though there wasn't much in the way of audible farts from my end. It was making a loud, squishy, crackling noise as it slowly slid out of me, leaving a warm, smeary mess all over my butt, and the room was quiet enough that it was the dominant noise in the room. He never heard me poop before and thought it was hilarious that I was taking such a big one.

The cashier who handed us our trays before we started eating came in. He was an athletic Italian-looking man in his 20s with long hair and clearly recognized me as I was in the stall. He quickly looked away and went straight to the urinal, flushed, washed his hands, and left, as this morass continued loudly crackling out of me the entire time. I heard it, my friend heard it, and he heard it, coming out of me. It was so awkward. Normally, my poops in public were never this loud or as large.

After about 3 minutes or so, my friend in the adjacent stall finished and went to wipe... and no toilet paper. I thought this was hilarious and laughed at his expense, joked around a bit telling him he was screwed. He started to protest that it was not funny, and I eventually relented and then handed him some from underneath the partition. He had to get off the toilet and walk over to grab it from under the stall, then walk back to the toilet, pants around his ankles. He wiped up and washed his hands, as I continued pushing out a monster poop. He left and I had the place to myself.

After I finished, maybe another 5 minutes later, my rear was a smeary mess. I spent at least another 5 minutes wiping, never seeming to get clean, as people came in and out to use the urinal, and the very first thing they saw upon entering the room was my face through the obnoxiously large stall gap. One of them was a younger boy that was sitting at the next table over, and we also made eye contact through the gap as he entered while I was wiping my butt. I finished wiping up, pulled my pants up, and flushed the toilet. It was too big to go down. The poop was almost as big as a football, and it wasn't going to budge. I was embarrassed and didn't know what to do, but realized it wasn't my problem. It was far from the first time I had clogged a public toilet in my life by then and my default reaction back then was to just leave it be and not acknowledge it. Immature, certainly, but I was a teenager that didn't know how to handle that situation well, and was too embarrassed to admit I took a monster shit that clogged the toilet.

I exited the stall, and me and the younger boy met at the sink as we washed our hands. He was smiling at me, probably thinking it was funny that he caught a glimpse of me wiping my butt through the stall gap as he entered, knowing that I just pooped.

I rejoined my grandmother and my two friends at the table, only for my friend to blurt out that I was taking the biggest poop ever. I was so embarrassed. Worse yet, the kid at the next table over confirmed I did such by telling his parents he saw me wiping my butt through the stall gap, only to get scolded by his mother to not talk about these things. My grandmother laughed and told me it was nothing to be embarrassed about. One of my friends then mentioned I'd been holding it in all day, and my grandmother scolded me saying I shouldn't do that. Then both of them as well as me mentioned that the school's Boys' rooms all had no privacy for pooping. She still said I should just go anyway, instead of holding it in all day. All three of us disagreed with her at the time. The risk of harassment and bullying was just too much to deal with at your most vulnerable, and it was legitimately dangerous to get caught pooping at school. Kids got beaten up, had trash cans thrown on them, got kicked, sexually harassed, and other things just for needing to crap in the school's doorless stalls.

Just then, the same cashier who came into the Mens' room while I was seated on the toilet came by with a piece of cake, and with a bunch of his coworkers, sang happy birthday to me. It was so embarrassing, especially since this guy and I made eye contact through the gap in the stall as I shit out a massive brick of poop, and it was obvious that he knew it was me in there. I hastily ate my cake and quickly wanted to leave. I did not want my secret to be discovered, that my massive dump clogged the toilet. My friends didn't know the severity of the situation.

When we stood up to leave, I could see that the same server who brought me the cake had the Mens' room door propped open and along with a female coworker, they were addressing my clog with a plunger and cleaning the room up. We couldn't get out fast enough, but neither my grandmother nor my friends knew what I did to that toilet, and I wanted to keep it that way.

A month or so later, my grandmother took me there again for lunch. That same cashier saw me, recognized me, and just burst out laughing. My grandmother asked him what was so funny, and all he could say was ¡°Don't worry about it, it's nothing.¡± He looked at me and said, ¡°Just try not to eat too much kid. You'll make yourself sick doing that.¡± He gave me a knowing smile and a wink. Him and I both knew I took a massive toilet-clogging shit here, but I don't think my grandmother knew I clogged it.

Chris

Response to Running girl

Running girl: I was on a cross-country team in high school and still run on occasion and it's not uncommon to pee your pants sometimes running. About a quarter of the team (who admitted it) did so at least once. And if you've had children, it's also more likely. I sometimes run with a woman the same age as you and last year, like ten minutes into our run, she had to pee so bad and completely peed her dark blue shorts. And she said it wasn't her first time either. Imagine that was the same when you peed your yoga pants. As far as pooping your pants, the sharp paint that caused it likely wasn't due to running but could've happened anytime.

Kimberly W

Pregnancy poop (mis)adventure, plus an old story

Shout out to all the women who have had children and know all too well the bathroom drama that comes with pregnancy and postpartum. After I had my first child I literally wore a diaper for several weeks because I couldn't hold anything in very well and needed to go to physical therapy with a pelvic floor specialist for a while before I could wear regular underwear again. Before that though, I had some humbling moments during the pregnancy. I must have peed my pants like 10 times throughout. And I'm not even counting all the leaks and dribbles, thats 10 times that I full on wet myself. Usually it happened in the car or at home, but once it did happen late in my pregnancy when I was at my in laws house. they have this really comfy couch but its low and deep, and you kinda sink into it. I was sitting on that couch when the baby started pushing my bladder and I needed to get up. Well with my big pregnant belly I was having trouble getting off the couch, which made me start laughing, and I peed my pants and the couch cushion. That was pretty embarrassing....but not like my main story i came to share!

First of all, the WORST part was the constipation. I kept getting constipated for days at a time throughout my pregnancy and even these supposedly powerful stool softeners barely helped. When I was at 29 weeks I was at Target one afternoon with my sister shopping for some baby stuff. I had been constipated for a few days and thus had been popping the stool softeners but hadn't had much luck yet. Well we were in the middle of the store when I got the feeling like I had to go, so I headed towards the bathroom. As I was walking there though, my butt kinda started to feel warm and wet... then I caught a whiff of a poopy smell. I stopped walking for a second and was like "did I just... " and I carefully reached back and felt my bottom...and it was squishy. Yup, I had made a big mess in my pants in the middle of Target. Before I could even say anything, my sister, who was walking behind me and must have seen my accident, rushed up to me and helped me get her jacket tied around my waist to hide the seat of my pants. I was absolutely mortified, and frustrated that of all times thats when my body finally gave me relief. Thats the only time I pooped my pants while I was pregnant. Other than that there were some postpartum accidents in my diaper.

I wish I could say its the only real poop accident I've ever had but I can't recall that one without also thinking of when I did it as a kid, so here is a bonus story. I was in 7th grade and I got nervous during our choir concert when I saw the audience, and it made me need to poop. I couldn't just leave the stage so I had to hold it in for all 4 of our songs and it was super uncomfortable, I couldn't even concentrate on singing because my stomach was gurgling and bubbling so much. When our part of the concert was finally over and we were filing off the stage, walking made things worse and I started turtle heading. I was panicking in my head and just praying everyone would go faster getting off the stage so I could hurry to the bathroom. But to my dismay, I couldn't hold it long enough and I filled my pants while walking out of the auditorium. I burst into tears and everyone realized what happened... one of the teachers came and escorted me away to get cleaned up while someone else went and found my mom. That was mega humiliating...my only saving grace was that it was my only year at that school before I got into a private school. So at least I didn't have to go the rest of my school days being known for pooping my pants at the choir concert.

Debbie
I get very gassy when I am on my period and it also makes my bowels loose. It is the cause of great anxiety sometimes for me. The other day I was waiting for the bus and felt what I thought were gas cramps. I didn't want to have to hold the gas in all the way home but I didn't want to stink up the bus either. So I forced it out just before the bus came and soon realized I had done poo into my maxi pad instead. I was wearing a short skirt, pantyhose and panties and I didn't want to sit down because I didn't want to sit on my own poo and cause it to squish out and mess my panties and perhaps the seat. I stood in the back of the bus and hoped no one could smell me. Finally I got tired of standing and I sort of sat down carefully. I did make It home and clean myself up so all its well that ends well.

Kimi

Kimi's Fart Stories

Hi! It's so lucky that Kimi reaches her holiday and can have an enough rest.(but the exam has not come yet!) During my recent school day's, I found that I always fart a lot after I have a big poop. Farting is a really magical and relaxing thing!
One day last week, when the noon came, I felt like my bowel was nearly about to exploded with lots of poop because I didn't go to the toilet before I went to school. So I quickly rushed out of the school, rushed to the cafeteria and went straight to the toilet. It was a super big poop and I was really really satisfied. However, after I finished the meal and went to take a nap, I felt something gassy was in my stomach, so I sat on the bed, lifted my little butt and let out a huge fart. "Bruuuuuu¡Prffffffffff¡Aaaah "Nobody could hear and smell that, so I pushed quite hard. After that, I thought I was not OK, so I lay on the bed, lifted up my little butt and relaxed¡ª¡ª "Prfffffffffuuuuuu!!!¡Prffffffffffffff¡ " That sounded like a bomb boomed. Really really stinky, but I felt really comfortable. Luckily there was no poop coming out, or it would become an accident!(wwwww)
In addition, I also found that everyone needs to fart! My deskmate is a cute boy(very cute!), sometimes I can smell the odor of fart during the class, double stink of mine, but there is no sound. I hardly have silent farts, so maybe it's his fart. Why farting can also be really cute if it belongs to someone who is cute!
Dear everyone, I hope all of you can have healthy farts and take good care of your stomach and bowel! If there is nobody with you, don't hold it in! What stories else do you want to know? Please reply to me! (Prfffffffffffffff¡)

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Recent experiences travelling.

Recently I travelled down to Manchester for an overnight stay. I've always been very shy about toilet stuff ever since I was young due to many experiences and just my general nature, so I was a bit hesitant. I hoped I could hold out the entire two days without needing to go, but not only am I quite shy but i'm also cursed with the need to do #2 frequently, so I knew it was unlikely. Being unfamiliar with Manchester filled me with concern too, as I didn't know the good, private spots to do my business. It's a busy place and I knew most of the toilets would probably be both dirty and busy.

Halfway through my arrival, I felt the need in my bum and with dread realised I needed to go. I hurried through the shopping centre, hoping to come across some toilets. Luckily, it didn't take too long, but the place was so busy and I was nervous. I walked through towards the mens room, turning the corner; there was no door, just an open space, which was already bad enough. Made even worse was just how busy it was in here. There was tons of guys peeing, and someone both going into one of the cubicles and coming out right as I walked in. I rushed past and poked my head into one of the cubicles nearer the end, hoping to not be sat next to anyone, but with a grimace I saw that someone had blocked the toilet. Dirty toilet paper filled the bowl. Reluctantly, I backed out of the cubicle and tried the next one. The toilet seat had a little brown stain on the back, but otherwise it was free. I bolted the door and struggled to get my pants down. Right as I was sitting down I heard some guys voices fill the room, as several lads came in. One of them went into the cubicle down from me, and I could hear him chatting about "going for a shit " while his friends laughed. So embarrassing.

At this point I tried to relax, I could see shadows of feet on either side of me and I heard a fart from my left. Slowly but surely I started to go, doing a loud fart of my own followed by several plops. The one benefit of how busy the toilets were was that nobody could tell who was doing what. Someone tried my door halfway through and I froze up, but luckily the lock held. As soon as I was done I quickly started wiping my ass, still sat on the loo. It took like five wipes but eventually I was done and made to get out of there quick. Nobody was waiting for my cubicle when I came out, so I rushed to the sinks and washed my hands, still hearing farts and plops from the room. The bathroom truly did stink, but I hadn't helped in that regard.

The next day, as I made my way to the train station, I knew I had to go again. Neither choice was particularly great, but I decided the toilets at the station was a better option than the cramped toilet on the train, where not only would I have to move past everyone to get to it, but I would be having a dump with tons of people sat mere feet away from me. I went into the mens toilets at the station, unfamiliar with the setup, and i turned left to see the rows and rows of urinals. Turning the other way, I saw 8 cubicles, and somebody waiting: every single one was in use. I awkwardly stood behind this other guy, clearly waiting too. Someone in one of the cubicles was constantly farting, really loudly, for minutes on end. It felt like forever and nobody was coming out of any of the cubicles. Luckily for me, the guy waiting in front of me seemed to give up and left the bathroom, and not long after someone finally flushed and came out.

I hurried in after him and luckily he hadn't left much of a smell. I got my pants down and proceeded to take a squirty, farty dump, sighing in relief. This one guy was STILL farting the whole time and I honestly felt really embarrassed for him. Someone again tried my door while I was in there, but someone else opened up before I was done. I reached for the paper and cleaned myself up as well as I could, feeling the pressure of people waiting outside the cubicles; sure enough, when I opened the door two guys were stood waiting, looking uncomfortable. I looked away awkwardly as one of them went into my cubicle, knowing they were gonna smell my poo. I think next time i'm going away somewhere, I might have to research where the quieter, more private toilets are in case I get caught short again.

Brian W

This is for SCOOTER

To scooter who posted about the teen kid who really had to go poop at the buffet: did you hear loud kerplunks or plops? Did it sound like took a solid poop?

To Leah

Leah I hope your poop came out smoothly I've had the same thing happen to me too I went to go potty & ended up dropping a deuce. I dropped a huge poo at Dillon's grocery store a few weeks ago it was a very smooth poo too! I also look at my phone while I poop! Looking forward to hearing back from you! My name is Austin by the way!

Running girl

embarrassed and horrified accident

This is super embarrassing and I have NEVER had this issue before but I have started to pee when I run. I will be 41 next month. I always go to the bathroom before my run, and I'm not even running long distances. Literally a 5k, sometimes just a quick mile. Today however was awful I did drink 2 cups of coffee but that was in the morning and i tried drinking more water throughout the day.

Tonight I went on a jog near my house on the nature trails and half way in i felt the need to pee, i thought maybe if i just let a little leak out it would subside but it only got worse. It wasn't even dark out yet and i full force peed my black yoga pants right there on the spot. Thankful know one else was there and you really could t see since they were black. I was super embarrassed but continued on my jog heading straight back to my house. Not even 10 minutes away from entering my house in my neighborhood and I got the sharp pain that coo I had to poop. I literally clenched my butt cheeks for another five minutes before I had to stop and double over and literally poop my pants on the sidewalk. I swear I was pooping for the longest time and if you drove by in a car you could definitely tell what I was doing. It was a huge load and definitely look like two oranges in the back of my pants. A couple people passed me on the walks and gave me a funny look and I swear I turned red as a tomato. I'm so embarrassed and horrified I never wanna go outside again. I feel like in my 40s I am losing control of my bodily functions. Has this ever happened to anyone before? I haven't had an accident since I was a child.

Iris

Work Crap

I posted a couple of days ago about crapping at the park and I am planning on going again this weekend but I had an experience today I wish to share! I needed to pee at work so I went to the toilets and one of the two stalls was taken so I went into the other, already feeling a little shy but I knew I could do it! I put down some toilet paper to muffle the sound, pulled down my trousers and sat down. While I was peeing I could feel a crap wanting to come out! I didn't even know I needed to go! I've learned from experience to embrace the feeling instead of fighting it so with my heart racing...I pushed! It felt like time stood still as a long crap came out and I could hear the toilet paper crumbling beneath me. I quickly wiped and left but I had a massive smile. I am still feeling shy but a couple of years ago I would have never been able to do this!

Iris

Park Crap

Hi Mina! Yes I am the shy girl who went camping with my cousins. Thank you for remembering me and your kind words!

I am still trying to get over my shyness so I am forcing myself to go in public bathrooms more often. I am making it a rule I must go in a public bathroom at least once a week and any more is a bonus. Today was public poop day so I deliberately didn't crap at home and instead chose some toilets at the park. When I arrived they were empty which was a disappointment but I needed to crap so I went in anyway.

I went into the end stall of four and put some toilet paper down into the water, lifted my skirt and sat down. I was feeling nervous but managed to pee in less than a minute with only a quiet patter against the tissue below and I had barely finished peeing when I tensed up and my whole body tingled as my crap started coming out in lots of small sausages. They were silent as they fell onto the wet tissue below. I spent about two minutes pushing out small logs and wiped myself before flushing and leaving. I am going to return to these toilets this weekend and I hope I have somebody with me.

Marina

Poops of my Life Part 15

30) - CONTINUATION. That week (the last week of May) I had the school trip and didn't have a chance to relieve myself. The bathrooms didn't offer enough privacy to put toilet paper on the floor and poop outside the bowl. On Monday I didn't feel the urge, but on Tuesday I had a lot and I held it in. On Wednesday and Thursday I didn't feel the urge; I felt bloated and uncomfortable but I didn't lose my appetite at any point, and Friday was the day we returned. During the trip back, my intestines felt like they were clogged with shit but I didn't feel like defecating.

As soon as I arrived, my mother and grandparents came to pick me up with Kenzie (22-mo, who spent again the weekend with us again) and they gave me, as always, the most loving and beautiful welcome a daughter and granddaughter could ask for. My grandparents went back to their house, and Kenzie, Mom and I went to the country property to stay there for the whole summer. That year we moved that week and before the school year ended, so I was incredibly happy. During the journey, I started to feel a slight pain in my upper abdomen, like muscle ache; it wasn't intense but it was deep. Mom asked me if I had pooped because she knew I was already constipated when I left and I said yes; I lied because I thought that as soon as I sat on my throne I could let all the poop out and I didn't follow their guidelines of sitting down every day to try to have a bowel movement. It was a deliberate 5-dayer, and dangerous because I was already very constipated...

When I arrived I was overjoyed: My uncle Toni (29, very attractive) and his babyboy Toni (5-mo), were staying with us for the weekend. Mom had kept it a secret to surprise me. He'd had a problem at work that week, so he took advantage of his ¡°week off¡± and came to stay with his parents, Toni and Carmina, until Thursday. Then, starting that Friday, he came to stay at our place for the weekend. Unfortunately, he'd also broken up with his lovely girlfriend (and the mother of his son), but this actually worked out well for me in terms of ¡°my poop thing¡± since I could poop again in his little country house, as his ex-girlfriend's niece (a girl around my age) wasn't coming anymore. My babyboy cousin Toni was absolutely cute and I was completely melted with him. As soon as I finished greeting them, I went to the main bathroom to try to poop.

I sat for a few minutes pushing, but nothing. I was very constipated and the ¡°poop rock¡± wouldn't budge. I pushed for a while, thinking the situation was perfect to stimulate my bowels (the 5 alone on the property). Finally, I managed to pass 2 egg sized pebbles, very dry, hard, lumpy and with a light milk-chocolate brown color. What started to worry me was that the upper abdomen pain, instead of going away, became very strong and bothersome. The pebbles remained submerged in the water; they didn't smell strong but they smelled extremely bad, like a dead animal. I wiped and it came out completely clean. I didn't flush and called Mom to explain that my abdomen hurt a lot. When she saw everything, she asked me ¡°Is it true that you've pooped these past few days?¡± I couldn't keep up the lie any longer because my upper abdomen really hurt a lot. Mom got very angry with me, and rightly so, for not telling her the truth and further explanations were of no use. My uncle Toni stayed at the property with his son and Kenzie, and Mom, very worried, took me to the health center in the small city.

Fortunately, it was a mild impaction, very low in my rectum and with only one enema needed. The abdomen pain was caused by spasms in my colon as it tried to expel all the stool. It was one of the most unpleasant bowel movements of my life: in a central health center surrounded by apartment blocks, surely with many girls my age (my poop thing). The only time in my life I've had an enema, and my pleas to do it at home were useless... My mother's response in front of the doctor was clear: ¡°Don't whine, you're not a little girl anymore to be behaving like this¡±. When I sat down on the toilet I couldn't hold it any longer: with my sphincter only half open, I released a big stream of dirty water mixed with tiny fibrous chunks (this image is so vividly etched in my mind that every time I have a dirty water diarrhea, I describe it as ¡°enema-like diarrhea¡±), followed by a good amount of fecal rocks, one of them the size of a potato, very lumpy, hard and light milk-chocolate brown colored. The smell was pure dead animal and horrible. I felt more urge, but since I let out the clogg and the most urgent thing (the pain decreased significantly), my sphincter wouldn't let me release the rest. Fortunately for me, that amount was convincing enough.

The doctor told us that I was fine and she prescribed laxative/stool softener sachets for me for a few days, but that if there were any more problems we should come back. The return to our property was incredibly uncomfortable. I needed to poop really bad, still with some abdominal pain and my anus irritated from having to expel such thick and hard fecal rocks (my sphincter was half open). I just wanted to get there and explode on my throne. The moment Mom was closing and locking the external gate of the property I had to clench strongly my cheeks. As soon as we got inside, if I remember correctly, I didn't even say hello to my uncle and the babies; I went straight to the main bathroom to let it all out.

At that moment, my happiness was immense. As soon as I sat down, I completely relaxed and effortlessly released 4 light milk-chocolate brown medium sized pebbles, completely covered in thick diarrhea and accompanied by a squelch sound. They smelled awful, like a dead animal and this time the diarrhea that came with them was very thick, as if the fecal rocks had melted. While I heard Mom telling the story to my uncle (the living room is right outside the main bathroom), I felt ¡°all my insides¡± preparing to be expelled. I pushed and began to slowly release a huge cracked anaconda-shaped poop. Between my legs, I saw it emerge, the first centimeter covered and dripping with that thick, light milk-chocolate brown colored diarrhea. The rest was the thick rope, completely smooth but cracked, compact and very well formed with a light golden brown color. It was a continuous strand that broke apart on its own when it bent against the toilet wall. It was massive and without gases; each time I pushed, it came out little by little, as if it had no end. It ended up pointed and I was able to expel the beast completely as no more poop came out.

The pain almost disappeared; the bowel movement was extremely pleasant and the relief was enormous. But the smell¡ it was horrible, unbearable and extremely putrid, from all this digested food snake that had been fermenting for days in my guts. I have to admit that although I've smelled my own poops just as bad and strong, the type of smell of that particular one made me feel nauseous. I wiped, washed my hands and didn't flush because Mom wanted to see what I expelled. When she saw it... ¡°Ugh, OMG¡ This is unbearable¡± and it really was unbearable. I saw the disgust on my poor mother's face, and I don't know how she didn't throw up from the smell¡ She told me to leave the bathroom and that she would clean it all. I counted 4 flushes and she had to spray some air freshener in the living room around the bathroom door¡ CONTINUED IN THE NEXT POST.

James

Museum trip accident

I haven't posted in detail about any of my own accidents since late 2024, so I thought I'd write a couple of posts about overnight trips that I remember very well. There were other trips where I had accidents (and longer holidays as well), but I'll save those for another time.

The first was a family visit to London to see the Science and Natural History Museums, when I was ten. This was a huge treat for me and it involved staying overnight in a hotel, as the train journey was over three hours each way. We set out early in the morning, drove to a nearby town to get the train, and arrived in Paddington just before lunch. This was a point where my brother had recently stopped having problems with constipation and overflow soiling, and I had been having fewer accidents than when I was a couple of years younger, so my parents no longer routinely carried spare underwear for us when we were away from home - although that changed after what happened here.

I'd been to the loo for a poo before we set off, and other than needing to pee when we got to Paddington station, I hadn't had to go after that. The plan was to go to the Science Museum first, then make a start on the Natural History Museum, before going out to eat and going to the hotel. We were then going to finish off the second museum the next morning before getting the train back home. The Science Museum was incredible - lots of interactive exhibits perfect for a kid my age, and I could have spent days there. By the time we left to go the short way down the road to the Natural History Museum, I was starting to get quite a bad headache, but I put it down to the early start and the busy, noisy day.

We went to the upper floors of the museum where it was quieter. My brother was moaning a bit because this museum was less interesting for him, but I was really enjoying it even if I was feeling increasingly under the weather. At this point, I felt like I slightly needed a poo, but it was a very mild feeling and I ignored it. I was starting to notice a bit of a stomach ache starting though, but I did sometimes get that when I had a headache.

I particularly remember where I was when things went wrong, as it was quite distinctive. The museum had an interactive exhibit that was a booth with a computer screen and lever controls that was meant to explain how your body controls its different systems - heart rate, breathing and so on. The idea was to use the levers to control 'your' body and keep it healthy. I wonder if anyone else in the UK remembers this - this trip was in the early 1990s but it was still there when I went again a few years later as a teenager, and I found it strange seeing it again after what I'm about to describe had happened there. I went in and sat down, partly because I liked any kind of video games, including educational ones, and partly because my legs were feeling quite weak, which I put down to having been on my feet all day.

My first attempt at the game didn't go well, and I found it hard to concentrate with a headache, but I did better the next time. My mum and brother had wandered off and only my dad was outside the booth. Suddenly, without warning, the stomach ache got much stronger, crampier and focused right down at the bottom of my abdomen. Before I could do anything else, I suddenly got a desperate urge to poo, and even though I would have been reluctant to go to the museum toilets, this was a situation where it never even became an option as the accident followed only a few seconds later. It might have been the fastest I ever went from not really needing to go to messing myself - even as I started trying to clench my bum closed, I could feel it quivering, and I couldn't even adjust how I was sitting on the stool before warm, sloppy poo burst out and rapidly started to fill my pants. The consistency wasn't exactly runny, but was certainly loose, and it came out so fast and under so much pressure that it immediately went right up to the waistband at the back and into the seat of my trousers around my legs. That wave had barely finished coming out when I got another strong stomach pain - this time, I realised what was about to happen and tried to lean back a bit, so at least the next rush of poo would go between my legs and not down them. I barely even had time to register the pressure before the wave came out seconds with a large wet fart, which my dad heard. I think he immediately knew what had happened, and this was confirmed when he looked into the booth, where I was now kind of half-standing and half-sitting, with a yellowish stain spreading across my blue tracksuit bottoms. He asked me what happened, and I think I said "I don't know ". Seeing how pale I looked, he felt my forehead and noticed I had a temperature, and immediately led me to the nearest loos, which were fortunately not far away.

Once we got to the toilet, my dad took us into the disabled cubicle (which I was really scared of - I thought we'd get into trouble, although with hindsight the state I was in clearly justified it) and got me to take my trousers off before the stains could get worse. My underpants were completely unsalvageable - not helped by some much runnier poo spurting out of my bum into them after I'd taken my trousers off but before I could get my underwear down. This third round of poo escaped from the leg-holes and ran down my legs onto the floor, and it was now very clearly sloppy diarrhoea. I'd started crying by that point, as the whole thing was just too much for me to cope with. My dad cleaned me up with wet paper towels and threw my pants away, before wiping out the mushy poo in the seat of my trousers as best he could. He got me to tie my coat and jumper around my waist to hide the very obvious stains over both my bum and my crotch (there was so much poo that it had almost reached the waistband of my pants at the front as well as the back) and we both washed our hands very carefully. I waited on a chair near the toilets (in case I needed to go again) whilst he went to find my mum and brother, and we all left early to go straight to the hotel.

On the Tube, and then walking to the hotel, I was starting to feel increasingly desperate again, but I held on with all my strength as I didn't want to do it straight into my trousers in front of a whole carriage of strangers - it was embarrassing enough to know that I stank. I managed to hold the poo in all the way to the door of the hotel room before it started to come out again. This time, it was a series of pulses of runny mush, each one spaced by a few seconds and getting larger each time. My dad swiftly carried me across the doorway, into the bathroom and stood me in the bath so that the poo could come out without messing up the carpet, and as soon as I was stood in the bath I couldn't hold it in at all and it all rushed out. This was one of the only times I can remember pooing myself without underwear on, and my tracksuit bottoms ended up going in the bin as both legs were covered in sloppy yellow diarrhoea down to the ankle elastic. The feeling of the poo coming out and going straight down my trouserlegs whilst standing up was quite weird - I was used to the poo being contained in my underwear and feeling warm against my bum, but instead I could feel glob after glob after glob of it snail-trailing down both my legs. Some of it escaped into the bath, but a lot of it pooled around my ankles, and the inside and back of both my legs were slimy and yellow. I went in the shower whilst my dad cleaned the bath, and I then moved over to the bath for a long soak. I took some Calpol (which took away the headache and fever) and went to bed early.

This post has become so long that I'll have to write about what happened the following day next time!

Leah
This happened a week ago, this little story:
I travelled up to Birmingham and I spent the day in and around Birmingham as I was going to a football match.
I woke up at 4am that morning, I had porridge, a poached egg and two toasts to fuel myself up for the day, or at least the morning.

I felt fine all day, I may have had a mild stomach ache but was otherwise fine, I had two beers at lunchtime.

When I got back to Birmingham I had to go to the coach station to go home, this was now around 9pm and I loaded up on snacks and pop.
But whilst I was sitting in the seats I got the urge to pee, I also felt like I needed a poo, although it wasn't a strong urge but I felt like I should go before I leave, so I headed to to the ladies room.

When I got there I was met with a machine you pay 30p and push through the barrier, but these loos were unusual, as there were no doors.
It felt like a long corridor, to the left of the barrier was the ladies room and the men's to the right, and the place was filthy and it smelt.

I went left into the ladies room and some loos were occupied, I went in and out of a couple because of how filthy they were, I sort of felt like I was forced to use one of the middle ones even though there was water on the floor, I walked in and locked the door.
I hung my handbag on the door and pulled my skirt and thong down to my ankles. I grabbed a magazine to read and sat down on the bowl.

I had a good long pee but this was not a good place to be, sound carries well and I could hear men talking in the men's room, people outside and people walking through the turnstile. I didn't feel particularly safe in here.

The sanitary bin reeked as I sat here deciding on whether I would have a poo on not.
I could feel it so I decided to stay sat, giving little pushes every so often.
I had spend most of the day on the road, my stomach must have been messed up as I realised I was constipated.
15 minutes went by and I could just feel my poo moving and I had to give a hard push, I huffed and grunted and hoped nobody heard me.
I could feel it coming, i was pushing out this long, continuous snake and it was huge and it was higher than the water in the bowl, a few smaller poos were coming when I heard some loud mouthed girls at the turnstile, as soon as they walked in I could hear them gagging on my poo, I was horrified as they went into the loos.

My bum wasn't that messy, but by the time I cleaned up and left it was gone 25 minutes. I just went back to the seats feeling a bit better.
So this was a week ago and I am still struggling with constipation, as a result I have been pooping irregularly.

I now have some replies:

Marina:
I didn't know if the admin allowed us to talk about women's problems or not, so thank you for sharing with me

Running girl:
That's horrible and it's not happening to me yet, sometimes I leak when I laugh to much but that's it. What happened when you got home? A big clean up job no doubt

Austin:
It's great to know that you can poo in public, does it ever bother you?

Sunday, May 3, 2026

Mr Curios

Lack of public toilets in UK

Do other readers around the world have the same issue as we have in UK , the lack of clean, public toilets?
It's recently made the news here. For years, the local councils have said it's too expensive to keep them open. I found this out for myself recently.
I am a keen long distance walker, and last month went up to Wales to climb Snowdonia, a tall mountain. On my return from the mountain top, and back at the car park, I thought it best to have a poo before the long drive home. Unfortunately the toilet block was locked up, and boarded up.
I waited in the car until three or four cars left. I got some tissue from the car , and made my way round behind the brick building. There were plenty of tissues, and two big fresh poos. I added a third pile. I don't like leaving my poo out for everyone to see, so I kicked some earth over it.
Has anyone else been caught out with no public toilets, especially in the uk. Thanks

Running girl

embarrassed and horrified accident

Iris

Park Crap

To Leah

David P

Replies

Just some quick replies. Not enough time to post fully. Hopefully a story.

Leah - I haven't had a poo in public for a little while but thank you for helping me with my phobia. I still feel it but not as bad. Sorry to hear you are constipated. I too had a bout of constipation the other week. Which made my bum bleed. I was sat pushing and pushing and pushing and finally the poo dropped. That's actually becoming quite rare for me. How big would you say your log was in your last story in inches? It sounded massive.

Abbie - so nice to see you posting again. I really did wonder how you were. Last time you posted must have been during covid. So happy to hear you are getting married. How lovely. I had wondered over the years if there was something more between you and Lucy and how comfortable you are around her. So pleased! Nice story, would love to read a pooing story. How are your bowels now after all these years? Are you still finding you have to work hard like in your teens? Now I am in my mid 20s I have actually found my bowels get alot better. My poos are much much softer and I am often going every single day now. I still have occasions every month where I have to push hard and make my bum bleed but on the whole my poos are soft logs or sometimes even softer like coiled ice cream. When I was a child and teenager I was just like you with constipation. Actually as a child had rectal prolapse but I used to withold due to fear of going. But now I'm a pretty happy pooer mostly. What about you?

Question - when I poo even if it's soft like I said before I still have to push and hold my breath/take a breath. my belly goes in wards and then the poo comes out and drops in the water. Is this straining? Or is it normal? I read online you should never push, am I doing it wrong?

Wednesday, April 29, 2026

TinaTina

Odd Place Poop

Hi guys! I post every once in awhile about how I enjoy pooing in unusual or not standard places (usually with my friend). I travel for work now, so figured Id take my act on the road.

I drove up, and actually really had to go when I reached my hotel room. Figured I'd start there. Looking around for ideas, I figured I'd start with going in one of the dresser drawers.

I laid out a towel, then put down a few layers of tp on top of the towel. I toom off my pants and my underwear, really feeling the build up. I first rolled up and towel (a thick one) and set it on the desk chair. I sat on top of the rolled up towel and peed into it, letting the towel soaking up my pee (it wasn't much.) That felt good, so I got up and went over to my makeshift toilet.

I hovered my butt over it, and relaxed. I felt my butt pucker and the warmth of a piece of poo start to shake out. I looked between my legs and watch it dangle down and land with a thud onto the tp. It felt soooo good, I hovered down more and then the poo really started. Multiple chunks of soft poop, each one coming out of me, I sighed with relief.

It was then I realized I don't think I made the "landing pad " big enough to hold as much as I had to go. I stood up and looked around, but out of ideas I figured Id just finish in the toilet. I waddled back to the bathroom....I didnt make it.

Luckily I was over the tile, but a hunk fell from my butt and thud onto the floor. I looked in the long length mirror and thought....oh ???? ing well.

I spread my legs and bent slightly over, let the rest come out. Uncomfortable I squatted over the growing pile and sighed, watching more poo easily come out and curl into the floor.

It all felt so good. Maybe tomorrow when I wake up Ill try something new!

David P

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Monday, April 27, 2026

Mina

Shinri's Visit and Our Wonderful Defec....

Hi Everyone, we hope you are all very fine, or as fine as possible (we know a few of you are not very fine).

We had wonderful home party for Hisae's birthday yesterday evening. Ate and ate and drank and drank and then went out to sing karaoke. And we paid Shinri for the shopping. We wanted to pay her train fare, she refused but finally accepted.

When we eating and singing, we didn't think about this morning's adventure in loo. All of us thinking, "tomorrow is another day " like heroine said in movie, Gone With the Wind.

Then after huge breakfast in beige flat, Maho suddenly said, "Who wants to defecate? " And five hands went up. It seemed, nobody defecated yesterday, only Hisae and Kazuko Friday, everyone except Maho Thursday, Maho Wednesday...

Maho said, "Shinri you are guest, you go first. And take time as long as you like. You know our style now! Defecate lots and lots until you empty. "

Shinri answered, "It's OK if I don't go first!! "

Maho retort, "It's not OK! Shinri you go first. "

"I will leave horrendous fragrance for everybody... "

"Not horrendous! When we love someone, bad fragrance becomes good fragrance. " This from Mina. Shinri looked at Mina and tears in her eyes.

From Maho: "We hope you do more wonderful defecate than department store. Four lovely women supporting to you with all their heart. "

"OK. " Shinri stood up, and Maho sent her to beige loo with little pat on her bottom. She went into loo and closed door, but she didn't lock.

Four others started to talk. We don't want Shinri to think we are listening. Of course we are listening little bit, but not so much.

After about two minutes we hear maybe four farts. (We don't remember number clearly.) Then we hear beginning of crackle. It seemed hesitate, it started again many times, but there was no plop in loo. After crackle ended, Shinri moving about, we were not sure what she doing. Kazuko and Hisae decided to move to green flat for their defecate, to save time, we wanted to do other things together, not only defecate.

After moving about, Shinri flushed twice. Then sat down again. We hear her sigh noise. So Maho went to door, and asked, "Are you OK Shinri? "

Shinri opened door little bit. Two disposable chopsticks in small bag on floor. Shinri knew that we keep disposable chopsticks in small box on shelf, to break up brown banana which is too large...

"It's OK you use those chopsticks, Shinri! "

"Actually I brought these from my flat... "

Mina joined Maho at door that time. Shinri saw Mina and gave huge smile. Then her face turned to very pink and under her she pushed out two farts, then short crackle, then two heavy splats in loo water. Maho quickly closed door. "Shinri must have her privacy. " Mina and Maho went back to table and their cups of tea. And talked.

Shinri continued heavy splats. Splat splat splat splat many many. Then we heard washlet, paper, two more flushes, and she came out.

"Very long time and very horrendous fragrance, sorry. "

"No sorry. You had good time? "

"Very good time! I feel very comfy now. Who go next? Hisae and Kazuko went next door? "

"Yes, " Maho said. "If we all do here it take too long, but we all want to sit on loo long long time and do defecate same size with you Shinri. And if your turd is very huge, you can use our chopsticks any time to break it up. "

"Actually I brought this chopsticks from my flat... You gave me that idea when I was here last time. My first turd was enormous very much. "

"Next time, "said Maho, "you don't bring chopsticks, you can break your enormous turd with our chopsticks. You know where they are. Mina, you go next. "

"Take your time, Mina, " said Shinri. And suddenly she got up and gave little pat to Mina's bottom like Maho gave to her. Mina gave high moan sound. And went quickly into loo and closed door but didn't lock. And sat down quickly with many sniff.

"Mina is crying. " Maho and Shinri went to door.

"Are you OK Mina? I'm sorry for spank. "

"No sorry! I am happy crying! " Fart. "I am happiest woman in whole world! Thank you Shinri for sweet cute spank! I never forget! "

Maho closed door and she and Shinri went back to table with hearing Mina's huge crackle followed by PLOOP. Very big one because Mina raised her bottom little bit, so Shinri could hear, then Shinri will not embarrass, Mina thought.

After six heavy PLOPS Mina flushed loo and then sat down again. She relaxed a bit, so she could hear Maho and Shinri talking.

"Mina is so lovely lovable woman. Maho, you are very lucky to have her as friend. "

Mina bristle. "I am not lovely! Maho and Shinri are lovely!!! " Fart, crackle, PLOOP. "I am not lovable! " Mina shout. Splat, splat, splat,splat,splat. Then huge fart, very long one. And one more splat. Then little pieces.Then washlet, paper, flushes, and Mina come out with angry face and twinkle eyes, she pretending to angry very much, but deep in heart she is very very happy.

"You two talking pants about Mina. You stand up now. " Maho and Shinri stand, they know what will happen. Mina spank Shinri first and then Maho. "Go to loo Maho. And push out a hundred salamis, if you don't Mina spank you again. "

Maho went into loo with head down (but she trying hard to stop her giggle). Few minutes later, Kazuko and Hisae came back to beige flat.

"You did good defecate? "

"Wonderful! We pushed out so many, we couldn't count! "

"Maho is now defecating? "

PLOOP.

"Now you know answer of that! "

PLOOP.

We are happy, that Maho is not constipate. But we all went to door, but we didn't open.

"Take your time Maho. "

"I will. " PLOOP. "Enjoy drinking tea all of you. " PLOOP.

Maho flushed and then sat on loo ten minutes more to be completely empty. Then she came out. "Thank you for waiting for me. " But we didn't think she was long time, even she was 20 minutes, because we busy to talk. Shinri told that her ex-husband always complained about her defecates, too long and too huge, he always said. She is divorcee. We now talking quite loudly so Maho could hear. Kazuko told Shinri that her mother was like that before, but now changed, so Kazu can sit long time in loo of her parents' house now. Shinri was very happy hear that and tears in her eyes. Kazu squeezed her hand and Shinri returned squeeze.

Horrendous fragrance in flat, but because we all sprayed medicine, not so terrible fragrance. We continued drink tea and talk. We made plan to go to hot spring together maybe in June. Maho said, she look for hotel with late check-out time, because we use only one loo, so we need lots time for our defecate.

Finally Shinri went home to prepare her classes for tomorrow.

We all think, this home party, and defecate after, went very well. This style is perfect when Shinri is with us. We all love her, but she is not crush. We are happy to hear and sniff her defecate, but we don't want to see it. We don't want to squat beside her while she defecating. We don't want to dry her bottom after she washed. There are things which are for us four only, and nobody else. We are sure that Shinri feels exactly same way. When we go to hot spring we will be birthday suit all together, and that's OK. But when we defecating in hot spring hotel, we will close loo door.

Sorry this is long post. Mina don't want to break up it. But if it go in can, Mina will type again with dividing into three parts.

Love to Everyone.

Chakamami family and Shinri

Marina

Poops of my Life Part 14

Hi everyone

To Leah: Hi, I'm glad you were able to get all that poop out of your body. Yes, sometimes in situations where it's safe for me to poop, after having a good pee, I've also felt a good amount of poop ready to come out. I also have some vaginal discharge when I strain to poop; I've noticed that when I'm ovulating the amount is greater and when I have my period, sometimes, I also expel a bit menstrual blood.

29) - Friday, mid-May 2019, I was 10-yo. 3 girls, 3 poops. As I mentioned before, I was quite constipated during that time, the end of 5th of elementary school. That Friday afternoon, after school, we went to Ruth's grandparents' house because she and her family were also staying at their country property for the weekend. In their car were her grandparents, her mother and her, and in ours were Kenzie (almost 22-mo, like a little sister to me) at my mother's care, Mom (34) and me. While we were playing, I felt like my enormous poop was trying to come out; it was uncomfortable because it was quite hard and pressed strong (3 or 4-dayer). A short time later, I was surprised when Mom told us so soon that we had to leave for our country property where, as usual, we spend the weekend. That afternoon, I don't know why, Mom asked Ruth if she wanted to come with us for the weekend. Luckily for my poop, Ruth's mother said no, that they had guests and gatherings planned for the weekend. So Kenzie, Mom and I went to our wonderful country property.

Once in the car, during the drive, I asked my mother why we were leaving so early and she replied that she needed to move her bowels. I told her about the many times she'd been a bit annoyed to take me to our property in order for me to poop, and she responded that it was for my own good, since it's good to learn not to hold it in and to go wherever possible. And although it was true and I was, sometimes, untimely when I need to poop, my mother didn't practice what she preached here since she's always been a "home pooper " too, although surely for different reasons than me. I told her that I also really needed to poop and to our surprise, Kenzie did too. She was almost toilet trained, and she wasn't even 2-yo yet.

As soon as we arrived, Mom closed and locked the outer gate to the property and when we went inside our house all 3 needed to poop. We asked Kenzie who she wanted to poop with, and she wanted to go with me. So Mom went to the main bathroom, and Kenzie and I went together to the 2nd bathroom since the small plastic toilet was there. The moment I closed the door I had to clench my cheeks. She sat on the small toilet next to my throne and then I sat on my throne. As soon as I sat down, I unclenched my cheeks, relaxed my sphincter and felt the whole block in my rectum wanting to see the light. I had to push hard, it was thick, hard and hurt; the poop dilated my anus more and more. Small, hard, light milk-chocolate brown pebbles started coming out and falling, and then I saw the huge knobby monster emerging between my legs; it broke and fell out. I spent a few minutes pooping hard and lumpy pieces until I was completely empty; what happiness and what a relief. The turds were short, thick, dry, hard, very lumpy (composed of fused pebbles) and with a light milk-chocolate brown color.

The defecation was gasless so didn't smell strong at first, but as I slowly filled the toilet bowl with this knobby turds the smell in the bathroom became very strong and completely putrid, not eggy, manure like. Poor Kenzie was also constipated and was passing hard poop balls. I did my cleaning routine and while I was washing my hands and Kenzie continued pooping, Mom came in. She said "My beautiful daughter, what a scent you leave in the bathroom... " Obviously she recognized my smell and knew that I was responsible for 90% of the stench in the bathroom. She stayed with Kenzie to clean the small toilet when the toddler finished and in the meantime, I went out of curiosity to smell the main bathroom where my mother had pooped, since we didn't have any air freshener left at home... This time it smelled just as strong and bad as mine, but not so much like manure and more like really rancid poop; I'm sure Mom also dumped a huge load. The 3 had a lovely weekend.

30) - Late May 2019, I was 10-yo. I had impacted my stool; fortunately it was mild, but it could have been very serious. I was constipated and on Wednesday of the second-to-last week of May, Mom (34) had to give me a suppository so I could have a bowel movement. It happened in our apartament in the small city (then our home). As you know, in my old house I could poop okay but not (my poop thing) like at our country property. 1st, I sat down, but I felt the stool was very stuck and wouldn't come out, so to get things moving Mom gave it to me. When I couldn't hold it any longer, I went to the bathroom and passed 2 large, thick, very hard, lumpy and light greenish brown (light olive) turds. I felt empty, relieved and stunk the bathroom pretty well, not eggy, putrid and rancid.

That weekend we went down to the country property to spend the whole time: Isa (32, Lara's sister), her husband Jose (35), their babygirl Andrea (almost 9-mo), Kenzie (22-mo, like a little sister for me) at my mother's care, Mom (34) and me. That Sunday, Isa and Mom went into small city for a while and Jose stayed to look after his daughter, Kenzie and me. A few minutes later, I felt a slight urge to poop and since it was a 4-dayer, I didn't pass up the opportunity because I was very constipated.

I went to the main bathroom while Jose, Andrea and Kenzie stayed in the living room. As soon as I sat down, I pushed and nothing. I pushed hard again and still nothing. Finally, after prolonged and forceful pushing, I felt the "poop rock " finally move and start to come out, it hurt a little. Between my legs, I saw the monster emerge, curving forward. It was silent and gasless, very thick, hard, lumpy, with a bit of mucus in the cracks and not too long. Its head was light greenish brown (light olive) and separated from the rest by a deep transversal crack, which opened as it came out while the turd was still hanging from my anus until it came completely loose and fell into the water with a loud SPLOUSH. I continued pushing hard and was able to expel the rest completely; the same type and texture, but light mustard brown. Although I felt emptier, more satisfied and the pieces were very thick, it seemed like a small amount for a 4-dayer. The bathroom stank of poop, like manure, not eggy, putrid and rancid. I did my cleaning routine.

After a long while, Isa and Mom returned and we had a wonderful day. In the afternoon, after our snack and before leaving, although I didn't feel like it I went to the bathroom again to try to poop. That week I had a school trip where we wouldn't be doing any country stop, so I knew I wouldn't have an easy chance to poop and I wanted to be as empty as possible. I went to the 2nd bathroom, sat down, pushed and nothing. I pushed for a while, thinking that the situation was perfect in order to stimulate my bowels (the 6 alone on the property)... Finally, after about 10 minutes of pushing, I was very happy because I felt something come out. I released a very hard, lumpy, light golden brown turd, but quite smaller compared to the one I'd had that morning; it seemed like very little, but it was better than nothing. It smelled bad, but less than that morning since the turd was completely submerged. I did my cleaning routine and we left for the small city. CONTINUED IN THE NEXT POST.

Leah

Annoying constipation

David p:
I'm happy to hear you are pooping outside the house, keep it up and don't hold it in!

And I just wanted to tell you that I'm still struggling with sluggish hard bowels.

I was at work the other day and I needed to pee, just a normal, or what I thought was a quick routine trip to the ladies loo turned into a long sit.
So as I pushed open the ladies room door I took the first loo knowing I'd only be a minute, I closed the door, I pulled my trousers and thong down to my ankles and sat down, I smiled as I started peeing, ahh the relief of a sweet long pee.
My smile quickly turned upside down when a poo started to come out with my pee then got stuck in my bum, thinking it was coming out I leaned forward and pushed and strained hard and the poo didn't budge, I kept on trying so I just sat there. All the straining made my vagina leak so I had to clean that up and I changed my towel.
I was so frustrated being so stuck for just a quick pee I put my arms around my stomach and I had nothing to read, I kept on pressing my lower stomach and eventually the poo started moving, and then someone else came in and took the loo next to me and I had to be quiet, quietly pushing under my breath, I heard the other woman pee and then she went quiet, she flushed after a minute and left.

My poo came out and I cleaned up and left but I have to ask the question:
Has anyone been for a wee that turned into having a poo?

Leah

Postman

To Leah

Glad you were able to get that poop out. Sounds like it was a struggle. To answer your question, yes, I have gone in and peed then realized I had to poop after I left the bathroom. It's annoying for sure.

As far as being caught without something to read, I always have my phone handy for that. I know it's kinda unsanitary, but I always take my phone in with me. I used to read newspapers and magazines when I had my morning poop, but my phone is much easier to handle, and I can always find reading material on it. Just be careful and don't drop it in the toilet, as I've almost done several times haha.

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Leah

Annoying constipation

Emma two

Epic poo in the work toilets

After holding it all weekend I was desperate for a poo when I got to work. I was clenching like crazy as I made my way to the toilets and just my luck they were closed for cleaning. I was literally about to poo myself and my only chance of relief was denied me. I told myself, "It's no problem, I can wait for a while and try again later. " I hoped. I went into the office and started my computer with my bottom cramping up as I clamped my thighs together trying not to poo myself as I waited for the toilets to become available. After half an hour I was in agony. I was bursting for a poo and even moving was difficult without risking an accident in my knickers. I thought the cleaner must be done by now and I sat grinding my bottom against the seat cushion of my office chair while I contemplated making my way to the toilets wit losing control of my aching bowels. I redoubled my clenching and carefully stood up from my chair while concentrating hard on my clenched bottom determined not to poo myself in the process. Once I was on my feet I felt my poo trying to come out into my knickers but I managed to force it back in before walking quickly to the toilets. I got out of the office and into the corridor and luckily there was no one around so I held my bottom and ran to the toilets. I made it just in time and found they were freshly cleaned which I was very happy about. I took a cubicle and slammed the door shut pulled my jeans down together with my knickers and planted my bottom onto the toilet seat and relaxed. I felt evert inch of my poo coming out into the toilet and the relief of it was unimaginably good. The first piece exited with a crackling sound and it dropped away without a plop at about a foot long and there was more to come. I pushed and the next piece also made plenty of sound effects before it dropped silently on top of the first one. Man that felt so good but I wasn't done yet. I pushed again and it was a bit smaller than the the first two at about nine inches and it landed in the toilet with a slight splash. I felt like I was finished now and I looked in the toilet to see it was full of poo. I pulled off some toilets roll to wipe when I felt a cramp in my stomach and I pushed out a lot of chunky diarrhoea on top of my load and I still felt like there was more to come out. I pushed again and I added even more chunky poo to the already destroyed toilet. Finally I felt empty and I wiped my bottom feeling the most intense relief I've had in ages. I'd filled the toilet so much there was no point even trying to flush it so I left it and quickly left the toilets before anyone came in and returned to my desk feeling bad for the cleaner because that poor totally destroyed with my three day poo.

James

Pooing habits and autism

Hello again everyone. Before I start, congratulations to Abbie on your engagement! It's so nice to hear good news from a long-term UK poster.

Following getting diagnosed with autism, I've been thinking about some of the odd habits I had around using the toilet that contributed to my accident-proneness and wondered if anyone else did similar things (especially any of the other posters with autism).

I used to develop different habits for pooing over time - each one for months or years, and then things would shift for some reason and I'd adopt a new one or shift into a new version of an old one. Because I'd be even more reluctant than usual to go to the toilet in an unfamiliar place if I couldn't do whatever my routine was at that time, with hindsight this did correlate with some of the times when I was having particularly many or few accidents, especially in primary school.

To start with the one that helped me have slightly fewer accidents for a while (at least at home) - when I was aged around 8-11, I used to always take a book to the loo if I could, and would sit there and read it whilst I did my business. The thing was, I'd keep sitting on the toilet for up to two hours if I could, as I'd get lost in the book. One time when I was nine, I managed to brave the school toilets and had a book with me, but I sat on the loo for so long that the teacher came to find me, thinking I might be ill. At home, this did used to annoy the rest of my family as we only had a single bathroom at that point. It made more of a difference at home than at school, as I was still incredibly shy about pooing in a toilet cubicle if anyone else was in the room, so I would still have accidents where I went to the school toilets, saw there were a lot of people there and either chickened out, or tried to pee at a urinal (which sometimes led to dirty pants if I couldn't hold onto one whilst letting the other one out).

Prior to that, in the early years of primary school (from about age six), I used to need to take my trousers and pants completely off before I sat down, because I didn't like the idea of them touching the edge of the toilet. Given that most of the school toilets were cubicles with gaps under them, this meant I didn't like going during breaktimes when other kids might see, and I was also shy about asking to go during lesson times as well, which definitely contributed to some of my accidents at those ages. Peeing was never a problem as long as there was a urinal I could use. Still, I did occasionally go at school back then, especially if a teacher saw that I was fidgeting and sent me to the toilet block.

Around age 10, I developed a fear that any of my clothes might get splashed with toilet water when I was pooing, and so I went from just taking my trousers off to sitting on the loo completely naked (this overlapped with the reading thing, so there was a year or two when I was sat naked on the toilet with a book for long periods at home!). This made it almost impossible to go at school, but I was getting better at holding it until I was at least on my way home by then. It did create a lot of problems when I was away from home for longer trips though.

By about age 12-13, I had become so anxious about splashback (as I found the physical sensation of water hitting my bum unbearable) that I found it hard to sit on the toilet whatsoever, and shifted to keeping my clothes on, but squatting and pooing onto a layer of loo roll on the ground, which I would then dump into the toilet. If I had to go in a public cubical, I would hold the paper in my hand (between my legs) and catch the poo, which usually worked better than you'd expect unless it was very runny. Still, this was another reason that I strongly kept trying to avoid going when I was away from home (and a reason I kept pooing my pants whilst walking home from school all the way through secondary school). One consequence of that was that I would sometimes be willing to go to the school toilets before walking home if I thought the poo was going to be fairly firm and easy to catch, even though those poos would be ones I could probably hold in until I got home, but I'd try to hold on if I thought the poo was going to be very soft, which often led to an accident happening within a minute or two of me passing the school gate. By my mid-teens, if I wasn't feeling too overwhelmed, I could sometimes master my anxiety enough to use a toilet in a more normal way by putting many layers of paper on top of the water in the bowl, and even more layers on the seat, but this usually meant that I blocked the toilet when I flushed it, and this happened a lot at home as well.

I also had a lot of rituals around cleaning myself up after an accident, but I've already posted about those. I did find the clean-up process quite soothing, and the fact that the feeling of having poo in my pants was mostly warm and comforting, and doing it on the toilet was sometimes scary, loud, cold and splashy, was probably another factor in how often I dirtied myself, especially in those early school years. It was like my senses were wired up to make going in my pants the easier path a lot of the time.

Even as an adult, in the privacy of my own bathroom, I'll usually take my trousers and pants off completely rather than have them around my ankles, and I have an old tray that stays next to my toilet that I can line with paper and squat over if I want to, which is easy and hygienic to wipe down with bleach spray afterwards - no-one using my bathroom would ever guess what that tray is for! Managing these odd habits and compulsions is much easier as an adult as I have my own private spaces to poo both at home and at work, and can completely control how those spaces are set up (I probably wouldn't be able to take a two-hour toilet break at work though).

Does anyone else have any unusual habits in the bathroom? If so, how easy do you find it to go 'normally' if you have to?

Anna from Austria

Been a while

Hi there here is my latest story. I played myself a lexative prank accidently (sort of).

Had business trip to Seoul with one day of for tour tourist purposes. While doing tourist stuff I got thirsty and bought a prune juice at a local convinance store. I had prune juice in the past here in Austria and the effect on my digestion way rather minmal.

Anyway the korean prune juice was different. I soon noticed that something was off and then my stomache started to rumble and I had to find restroom asap.LUckily I could find one in a park rather fast. Unforunately it was a bathroom was squat toilets only. I had a hard time to put my bumm in the right postion without missing the toilet. I managed it sort before the flood gates opened and I did some very soft almost liqud poop. The smell and the sound was not very ladylike. I also felt unseasy with the big gap at the stall door. I think if anybody would squat infront of the door they would have a perfect voice on my private parts. Anyway I was pooping away for few minutes until I felt empty. I had enough paper towels with so the cleaning process was no problem. I keep near the park for another 30 minutes to make sure not another urge hits but I was fine and could move one with my trip. The rest of day went nice. South Korea is beautiful country. I think I will go there again for vacation purposes only.

greetings from Austria

Anna

Mina

Dear Iris

Are you same Iris who had to do lots practice to defeat your poo shyness, when you went camp with your cousins? If so, you have made a huge progress! We say congratulation to you. We hope you can poo comfortably wherever you are in. We wish you a good luck.

Shinri will visit this week-end. Today is Hisae's birthday so on Saturday we will have home party. Before, Maho wrote to Shinri by LINE, "come our flat and stay night and do wonderful huge defecate in morning. " But defecate is not first purpose of Shinri's visit. First purpose is to have fun together for Hisae's birthday. Second purpose is to pay Shinri for shopping when we were a corona. Defecate together is perhaps third purpose.

Kimi, we hope we can read your story about your defecate again soon! Are you still prepare for exams? We miss you so much, Lovely Kimi.

Love to everyone. Beware of corona.

Chakamami Family

Jay

To Abbie

It was nice to see you back after so long, I hope you're keeping well and life is treating you good. And of course, congratulations both of you on your engagement, it's amazing news.

Take it easy.

Thursday, April 23, 2026

Abbie

Been a while

Hi all. It has been a long time since I posted on here. I guess life gets in the way!
I suppose to sum up how my life has progressed since I last posted on here; not only did me and Lucy end up eventually being able to move out of my parents' house into our own place, but we are now engaged. We are all set to get married next year, a really exciting time for us!
Living together non-stop forevermore will obviously generate toilet stories on a regular basis too, but I do have one to share from last week.
Me and Lucy went to visit her family. We now live an hour or so drive away from them since they downsized and moved out into the country. That is an hour or so drive with no traffic, but traffic created Lucy a huge problem last week as we were driving back after visiting her parents.
We left her parents' house mid-afternoon on Easter Monday, Lucy had been for a wee as soon as we got there that morning and I had been for a wee just before we left. I was surprised Lucy hadn't gone for a wee before we left as we had both had several drinks whilst there, but thought nothing more of it.
As I drove us home, around half an hour into the drive I noticed Lucy fidgeting a little bit. I asked her what was wrong and she said she could do with having a wee. The first forty minutes or so of the drive back from her parents were down country roads. I said we could pull over so that she could have a wee outside, but she said that she'd sooner wait until she got home, or if not at least pull over at a pub or cafe to use their toilet. This turned out to be a big mistake on her part!
As we kept going, I asked Lucy again if she'd like to pull over somewhere to have a wee but she said to keep going. We were heading towards the latter stages of our hour long journey which involved going on to the motorway. Theoretically this should mean a quick journey home and if necessary access to any one of the service stations that you'll find on a.lotorway, but as soon as I pulled on to the motorway we hit a standstill - there had been an accident in front and nobody was moving!
At this point, I could see the look of vague concern on Lucy's face turn to panic. She was quite clearly getting more and more desperate for a wee bbut we were making no progress at all. I asked her if she'd like to even try and go on the hard shoulder and she said "absolutely no chance, I would rather wee my knickers than go in front of everyone ". She would soon realise just how those words would come back to haunt her!
As we sat in gridlock, Lucy was holding herself through her nylon skirt, and occasionally I got flashes of her pink and yellow stripy knickers as she fidgeted more and more.
After about twenty minutes we started to move slowly, but we were basically single file in one lane and moving at a snail's pace. A few minutes later I saw a sign saying a service station was five miles away and pointed it out to Lucy, but all she could say was "I may not make it, I'am absolutely bursting! " as she held herself and squirmed. As we started tto move more steadily I said to Lucy "not far away now " but she then exclaimed "Abbie, a massive spurt has just come out ". I was really worried at this point that she may wee herself in the car and I could tell she was too.
We got to one mile away from the services and Lucy was fidgeting like mad, I said to her "just hold on, we are so close " but Lucy was straining with every muscle in her body at this point not to wee her pants. As we were just pulling off towards the service station though, I went through a minor pothole in the road. Ordinarily this wouldn't be enough to write home about, but the thud jolted us both and caused Lucy's bladder to start eemptying itself. The flood ran down her legs, down the seat and towards her socks and shoes. She instantly started to cry and apologise saying "Abbie I am so sorry, I just couldn't hold it ". I said "hey, it could have been me another day. We've both had accidents before ". I then reminded of the trip we had to the spa with Katie years ago where I had wet my pants after holding for too long as we checked in (Page 2782). Lucy then admitted to me that this was the second time this month that she had wet her pants - she had also done so after work a couple of weeks before whilst I was out, where she had got stuck in traffic on the bus coming home and her bladder had emptied in our hallway as she dashed to the toilet. She had cleaned that up without me knowing but couldn't hide this. I said that it didn't matter, that us getting married meant we'd help.eachother in scenarios like this. I asked if she wanted to go to the toilet to sort herseld out now that we were at the service station but she said that she'd rather just get herself sorted at home.
Once we made it back to our place she went upstairs and got undressed, and started to run a nice bath. As she ran the bath she sat down naked and had another wee. I said "I could really do with a wee " so once Lucy had finished and wiped herself I pulled down my denim jeans and white knickers and had a powerful wee which went on for ages! As I finished Lucy said "what a palaver this is, I could really do with some comforting after the sshock of weeing my pants! " so after wiping myself I took all of my clothes off and jumped in the bath with her!
I hope you enjoyed this story, bye for now!

Iris

I crapped in a public toilet!

I was out today and I really needed to crap, past experience has told me NOT to bottle that feeling and instead tackle it head on. The toilets were really busy but I was determined not to let my shyness beat me, not this time. I was fortunate that the far end stall of maybe 10 was just being vacated as I went in so I took her place, lined the bowl with some paper and pulled down my shorts. I could hear my neighbour crapping and I was hoping to join her. I peed quickly and thanks to the toilet paper, silently, and tried to relax for the other end.

The toilet next to me flushed and I took that as my cue to get things started so as the rushing water made a lot of noise next door I pushed and quietly farted but most importantly, started crapping. My heart was racing with excitement as I felt more and more coming out before it fell onto the tissue with only the faintest of sounds. It was such a soft landing. I pushed out three pieces and quickly wiped and left, feeling so happy with myself.

Iris

Alex

To Katherine

I have some suggestions based on what you talked about in your latest story.

First, use timed voiding. Figure out on average how long it is between pees and then go every ex number of hours.

Second, tie voiding to activities. For example, if you're going out somewhere, try to remember how long ago it was you peed and, if it's been a while, use the bathroom.

Third, get some reusable pull-ups since these will feel more like underwear (or less like diapers) and use them to supplement your disposable pull-up use.

Fourth, when you wet, change as soon as possible so you will get used to not being in your own urine for significant amounts of time.

I apologize if I recommended anything you've already heard a million times before.

STEPHEN.P

POOPING IN CAMPERVAN

Today went to B AND Q for some materials I picked all I needed then went to the customer toilet.Two women were outside talking, I said are you waiting for the toilet?yes was the reply I went to the checkout paid then straight to the campervan.
I pulled the pottie from the locker placed it in galley area down with my jogging bottoms and pants,sat down had a wee then another wee then pushed and had a shit.When done pulled three sheets of toilet paper from roll on door ,wiped then another three and wiped then another two and wiped.
I dressed got out of van pushed pottie into locker got back into van and drove off.

Shay

Can't Hold It

Hey all, it's been a minute. I've been busy with work, so I haven't had much time to post. Of course ibs has provided some interesting stories since I last posted, but I'll start with the one from today. As I write this, I'm bursting for a poo, so I'll start with this story first.

I've been constipated all week, even starting my period hasn't helped my bowels move. So last night I ate a bunch of sugar free candy and drank a bit of prune juice to help my bowels move this morning. I got a bit more help than I bargained for, but it was needed.

As soon as I woke up this morning, my stomach was rumbling and felt super full. I immediately had to run to the toilet with really urgent diarrhea, but Barrett was finishing up in the bathroom. It was only a couple minutes I had to wait for him, but I was squirming the whole time the pressure against my hole was so bad. I crossed my legs and clenched as hard as I could, but I still didn't quite make it and a bit of really runny poo forced its way out while waiting for the toilet, but luckily since I was wearing a pad, it only got on the pad and not in my underwear or pants. I'm not even mad because it's been so long since I've genuinely struggled to hold my bowels, and the sensation of urgency is worth it.

When I finally got the toilet, a bunch more runny poo came squirting out of me, and I was farting like crazy. I thought I was done when the gas stopped but then suddenly it was like my hole became a fire hydrant and liquid poo just started pouring out of me like a faucet. I had two waves of liquid poo before I was done, and took a minute cleaning up as my hole and my cheeks were splattered with thick runny poo. That really messy dump happened half an hour before I started writing this, and of course I already had to go again that quick. Even when I felt "done, " my stomach was still gurgling like crazy. I got the urge to shit again almost immediately after washing my hands, but I knew the next shit would be even runnier than the last one, so I pushed myself to build up as much pressure as possible before I released it. I had to stop typing three because the urge was so strong I had to focus so I wouldn't have an accident and make a mess of my pants. The first two times I held it, but the third time I let it out. My stomach feels like a cauldron with how it's bubbling and churning, and with how all this liquid is sloshing around in me. My second poo was voluminous and gassy, it felt like I was spraying my toilet bowl when I released. I know I still have more inside me, so maybe I'll be back with that story later.

For now I'm interested to see where the day will take me, just gonna observe what my bowels do and let it all out.

I'll post some other stories as well too.

Ciao for now,
Shay

Best stories:

I recommend 'poop race in the forest' from page 2777, Sherryl's story from 2802, and 'Epic brawl for toilet' from 2073!

Friendly Responder

Response to Nytecat

This is actually a more complicated topic when you introduce different reasons... which make sense by the way.

But here's why it's complicated:

1. Seat condensation is a thing but how many wipes does it take to not skid ... how would we know?

2. Admittedly, I sometimes check
to see if I'm clean a while after I did what I had to...and sometimes I am and sometimes I'm not even if I clean correctly. Checking helps but why.. what? There wasn't anything there!

3.Sweat streaks can be sweat or sweat plus or ...will we ever be able to predict what?

4. Is it supposed to be this difficult? Lol

Monday, April 20, 2026

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Response to Nytecat

Best stories:

I recommend 'poop race in the forest' from page 2777, Sherryl's story from 2802, and 'Epic brawl for toilet' from 2073!

STEPHEN.P

POOPING OUTDOORS

Last Friday woke at 06:00 had a wee in the bedroom pottie then went to kitchen a quick wash brushed my teeth had some tea ,dressed then went to Tesco to buy a can of milk .
Stopped on way had a wee in the bushes on the cycle path I farted as I was taking the milk from the freezer cabinet and again at the checkout 100 yds from the store I really had to poop so went to the common land a train was leaving the platform walked to the railings put down the milk.
My back to the railings pulled down my pants and jogging bottoms and squatted down my back pressing against the railings farted had a wee then a good shit,took some toilet paper from my fleece pocket and wiped
dressed picked up milk and walked home.
I had a bowl of ALL BRANN then bathed put on some Tena pants tidy trousers,shirt,tie ,socks and shoes.Made sandwiches and flask of coffee
had a mug of tea then a wee in the garage pottie before walking to bus stop.Got on bus a journey to the hospital had a wee in the public toilets the caught bus to Burnham for an appointment at the solicitors
after the appointment had my lunch ,a wee in the public toilets then caught bus back to hospital after three bus stops and two stops for roadworks had the urge for a BM then ten minutes later the bus braked hard which forced me and others forward.I pooped then done a NUMBER TOO IN MY PANTS !!I stood for the rest of the journey then went to the toilets at the hospital undone my trousers cut the waist band of the pants and put in the bin as the gusset was full of poop,wiped with some kitchen towel pulled up my y fronts and trousers washed my hands then bus back home.

Saturday, April 18, 2026

Emma two

Possible accident at work

I think one of my workmates pood herself at work yesterday. I'll call her Jane to preserve her privacy. She was in the booth in front of me and I could smell a fart but I think I might have been more than that. The smell got stronger and Jane stood up and walked quickly towards the toilets. As she was walking past my desk the smell got stronger and I looked at her bottom. I couldn't really see anything but she had baggy jeans on so I couldn't tell whether she farted or if she'd pood herself but the smell seamed too strong for just a fart. She didn't come back for about twenty minutes so I knew she was either having a really good poo in the toilet or she'd already done it in her knickers and was cleaning herself up in the toilets. Either way she looked relieved when she came back.

Nytecat

Response to Friendly Responder

Your "condensation transfer " idea makes sense for skidmarks that otherwise go unexplained. It's sneaky and it flies under our radar. This has happened to me before but it's unusual for this time of year when it's cooler. Since then, I've had two more traditional skidmarks occur. In these instances I had to take a big dump at work and the cheap toilet paper they provide wasn't up to the task. And just yesterday I thought I was about to have a third skidmark. I had on a pair of blue briefs that was riding up between my butt cheeks all day. I pulled them down and saw a dark line in the bottom. But eventually t

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