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Survey Response

Hey long time no post, I haven't been feeling the best recently but decided I'd pop in to do a survey while I'm sat on the pot.

Researcher's Survey
1) How often do you go poop?
A: Twice a day every day
2) What time of day do you poop?
A: About 10-11 AM and about 7-9 PM
3) Do you poop at work (or school if you are a student)?
A: All the time.
4) Are there any foods that tend to make you poop?
A: Mexican food, anything with lots of fiber in it.
5) Do you ever let anyone watch you poop?
A: Yep sometimes
6) Do you wipe from back to front OR front to back?
A: Front to back because I'm a girl and I've had UTIs before when I was little and I don't plan on that happening again, so it's a Front to Back forever situation.

In fact this has given me the Idea, I'll do my own survey

1) Which position do you poo most often in? (Squatting, Sitting, Hovering, etc.) Why?

2) Do you wipe sitting down, Squatting, Hovering, etc? Why?

3) Do you fold the paper or bunch the paper when you wipe?

4) Do you throw the paper in the trash or flush it? Why?

5) When was the last time, if ever, you accidentally pooed on the seat?

6) Have you ever used a toilet that was backed up knowingly? Explain.

7) Have you ever backed up a toilet with more poo than paper? Explain.

8) Have you ever pooed on a plane? Explain.

9) Have you ever pooed on a Boat? Explain.

10) Have you ever pooed on a train? Explain.

April

To Chakamami family

Hello! I am sure I am very late here, but I just started reading this site, and I love your stories!! My wifey and I find defecating very intimate and like to hug and kiss as it happens! So we love your stories!

Pete

Researchers questions

Survey questions

1) How often do you go poop? Once or twice per day

2) What time of day do you poop? Sometimes as soon as I get out of bed but other times after breakfast and/or lunch

3) Do you poop at work (or school if you are a student)? I am retired, so I always poop at home. I live alone so have the choice of 3 different toilets to do my number two in.

4) Are there any foods that tend to make you poop? Not that I know of.

5) Do you ever let anyone watch you poop? No, unfortunately.

6) Do you wipe from back to front OR front to back? Front to back. The reverse is unhygienic.

Thanks to anyone answering!

Luke

To Kimber!

I've had a similar experience once! Big difference being I got away with it, heh. Sorry to hear ya got caught!

Tricky

Re: Martin; privacy

Q: When you got into middle school and preferred pooping at home to using the school toilets, was your family at all sensitive about your feelings and at least try not to disturb you when you were going after school?

A: They weren't sensitive to my feelings at all. If I was on the toilet mid-poop, and my parents, grandma or aunt needed to get into the attic or get something out of a cabinet, or my siblings/cousins needed the sink/mirror/shower to get ready for school or work, they'd just open the door and come in. I probably got walked in on while seated 2-3 per month around that time, and sometimes they even saw me wiping my butt. It wasn't an every day occurrence, but it was frequent enough to be expected as a possibility each time I had to poop. I'd also done the same to them. There was only one bathroom, and too many people, even after some of them moved out. Out of my family, I was really the only one who was shy about my toilet habits.

One strategy I had was to read on the toilet in order to cover my private area with a book. It also helped me relax and forget anyone was in the room if they came in. I always needed to take my time to poop because I ate a lot, liked to get everything out including built up gasses since I was too shy to openly and audibly fart in front of others(such as classmates at school), and always did a thorough wiping job because I didn't want any visible poop in my underwear lest my parents criticized me for it after washing my clothes. The toilet was the least embarrassing place to let out gas, whether I had an unwanted audience or not. Even as a child, I often took 5-10 minutes on the toilet multiple times per day, sometimes upward of 30 minutes if it was after a feast day like Thanksgiving or Christmas or any time I had eaten too much in one sitting. I was known for frequently causing clogs with my massive dumps, which was made all the more amusing given how small, underdeveloped, and skinny I was as child all the way into adulthood. My parents were dumbfounded that such massive shits would come out of me. My dad was obese and I made shits bigger than he did, even when I was still 60 lbs at age 13. This also meant I rarely had the luxury of holding it when it came knocking, but somehow I managed to do so during middle school most days, in spite of the discomfort it caused me.

Q: Where did you grow up?

A: In a major city in the USA. I lived in a small house built in the 1930s. Because of the bathroom situation at home, I actually preferred using stalls in public restrooms to poop, pooping at friends' houses, or pooping at stores when running errands, and I generally pooped away from home whenever I had the opportunity. I at least was guaranteed some degree of privacy away from family members intruding on me. It also got me comfortable pooping in public around strangers, knowing I'd never see them again, but I'd always have to see my family again, and in either case, I didn't like being observed while pooping so doing it around random strangers was the much less awkward and embarrassing scenario to me, plus by having a stall around me even any family members in the restroom with me wouldn't actually see me sitting on the toilet exposed. So when middle school started and I had to deal with doorless stalls and potential bullying while on the toilet by students who I'd have to see again every day, home became the less worse option, but it still wasn't a great option.

All I really wanted was solitude and quiet, so I could poop in peace.

Q: Did you ever have bathroom spray or have any other strategy for reducing the smell after having a sit?

A: I did not. Anyone who came in just had to deal with the smell. People smelling what I left or hearing my noises didn't bother me that much. It was embarrassing to an extent, sure, but it didn't make me feel anywhere near as uncomfortable as I felt if someone was watching me sit on the toilet, or worse, wipe myself. Them seeing me was the worst experience, closely followed by them knowing I was pooping at all even if they were outside, and I had to deal with the latter anyway every time I used a stall with other people in the restroom with me, and the sounds and smells were one of the things that would provide confirmation as to what I was doing.

Wednesday, October 14, 2026

Heather

Hair Salon Bathroom Emergency

Hi guys! I have a slightly embarrassing story that happening to me this weekend when I went to get my hair done at a salon. My morning coffee did NOT agree with my ???? !

I had booked a color and cut appointment at a small salon downtown. I showed up wearing black high-waisted flared jeans, a soft charcoal gray long-sleeve top, and white sneakers. Underneath I had on a thin black thong.
My stylist, named Claire, had already mixed the color and started sectioning my hair when the first cramp hit. It was low and sudden. I shifted in the chair and tried to ignore it, but within ten minutes it had turned into a solid, insistent pressure that felt dangerously close to diarrhea. I waited as long as I could, then finally said I needed a quick bathroom break.
Claire pointed me toward the back. The salon bathroom was a single occupancy room tucked behind the color station and was mostly clean.
I locked the door, and raced to the toilet as fast as I could. I pushed my flared jeans and black thong down only to my knees, and sat. A couple bubbling farts escaped first, soft and wet-sounding, lasting a couple of seconds. Right after it the diarrhea started. It poured out in a long unbroken stream, completely liquid, hitting the water with a continuous soft hissing splash that seemed to go on forever. Midway through a sharper, higher-pitched fart slipped out, quick and almost squeaky, followed by another rush of thin watery mess that pattered into the bowl in fast little bursts. A final short, airy puff came at the end as the last of it drained away. There was no solid piece at all, just a surprising amount of loose liquid that left the water cloudy and brown. The smell rose fast in the small tiled space, sharp and heavy despite the diffuser.
When it finally stopped I stood up with my jeans and thong still around my knees and reached for the toilet paper. The holder was empty. I checked the little shelf and the cabinet under the sink. Nothing. The only paper left in the room was the thin stack of toilet seat covers sitting on top of the tank.
I pulled a few of the seat covers down, folded them as best I could into a makeshift pad, and reached back between my cheeks. The paper was slick and almost slippery against my skin. It tore easily and did not absorb well. The first cover came away streaked and half-dissolved. I dropped it, grabbed two more, layered them together, and tried again, pressing carefully through the crack and wiping around my hole in slow passes. The covers bunched and stuck in places. It took four awkward attempts before I felt mostly clean, and even then the paper left a slightly damp, uncomfortable feeling. It was messy and far from ideal.
I pulled my black thong back up first, carefully sliding the thin string into place between my cheeks and settling the small triangle of fabric at the front. Then I tugged my flared jeans up over them and smoothed the waistband.
I flushed twice, washed my hands longer than usual with the foaming soap, and dried them on one of the rolled hand towels. When I stepped back out Claire was waiting. She gave me a small, knowing smile and said we still had a few minutes left on the color. The fact that I had been gone long enough for her to notice, and that she clearly understood that I blew the bathroom up made me slightly embarrassed. I sat back down in the chair feeling lighter but also a little exposed. It also became apparent that my impromptu wipe job with the seat covers did not do the best as my butt felt kinda itchy and later I saw a few skid marks on my thong. Claire though was nice. She rinsed, cut, and styled everything like nothing had interrupted us. I tipped her well and left with my hair looking better than it had in months:)

Let me know what stories y'all want to hear about! Bye!!!

Kimber

Too late…

I'm Kimber, I'm 17 about to turn 18. I'm 5'3 and pretty slim with blonde hair. My breasts arent very big but I've got a nice shaped decent butt I've been told. One thing about me is that I can seriously only poop in my own toilet at home. I just can't do it anywhere else, especially in public. That issue has led to some accidents over the years but this one just happened the other day. It was a Sunday and I got up around 9 and made some breakfast. I hung out a little bit in the house then got ready to go run errands. My mom can I to my room and told me she was leaving and would be back at 4pm. She told me to turn off the sprinkler in the backyard in 30 minutes. I was going to get all ready and do it before I left. I put white LuLu Lemon shorts over my bikini pink and white striped panties. I've had the shorts for awhile and they fit on the tighter side now. I also put on a Lulu lemon short sleeve shirt.

By this time I could feel the slightest feeling of being full in the stomach and maybe needing to use the restroom. I figured I could just go when I got home. I left the house and hit my first couple stops. I left around 12:30pm, and at my third stop, around 2pm, at the cute store that has a bunch of bedding, I started to feel like I would need to go soon. I knew I still had a handful of other places to go and I knew I could hold it. By the time I got to my last stop which was a resale store, I was praying it would be quick because I could start to feel my backside full up like something was pressing against my back door. They took about 30 minutes to go through the clothes I brought to calculate the value. The whole time I was acting like I was going through the clothes they had and shopping, but really I was crossing my legs and trying my best not to poop my pants right there. There were a couple times when my body would try to push and maybe even be poking out but I sucked in to prevent myself from filling my pants right there.

Finally I got the text saying they were done and to come up to the front. I carefully walked up there and grabbed the money they gave me and bolted to the car. I got a strong urge right when I got to the car and almost lost it. I thought if I sit on something firm on my way home it will help me out. I grabbed my big chemistry book out of my back seat and put it in the drivers seat. Sitting on the firm book helped a lot and I was only down the road from the house. The book helped so much I thought I was fine and the involuntary body pushes were done. Right when I pulled into the house I got out to head to the bathroom. When I was in the living room I had to stop for a second because my body was trying to push again. That's when I realized when I looked outside that I didn't turn off the sprinkler and it had been hours. I checked my phone to see the time and it was 4:04. I would have just gone to the bathroom asap but I knew if my mom got home and saw the sprinkler going I was dead. I had to walk all the way out to the faucet and turn the water off. Also if I don't wrap up the hose and hang it, I will get in trouble. I began my walk to the end of that 100 foot hose. I froze right before I got to the end to cross my legs because this time I was so close to losing it. I barely sucked it back in. I had to stand there for like 30 seconds without moving a muscle because I thought I was going to lose it. I knew I had to be quick because she would be back any second. I walked the sprinkler with the house back to the faucet and began to twist it up. About half way through, I quit twisting it up. My hands were full and I could drop the hose or I would have to restart and I knew she would be home literally any second. My body froze and began to push. After it poked out I tried to suck in and I thought I was safe, but as I barely sucked in, it gave another push. Once it was out far enough to touch my panties, my body just barely hunched over. I couldn't control anything at this point. When I hunched over, my body pushed the rest out quickly. I was in so much shock, after 30 seconds standing there with a bright red face, I began winding the rest of the hose up. When I was done I reach back and could feel a big bulge in my shorts. The first part that came out was really solid, but towards the end it got softer. It felt like a lumpy baseball in my shorts.

Right as I was heading to the side door to go inside, I saw through the door from the back yard to the mud room that my mom had just walked in. She saw me and instantly opened the door. There was nothing else to do except for instantly sit on the outdoor couch so she didn't see the big poop in the back of my shorts. She asked me what I was doing and why the grass was wet and I said I watered it again just for a second because it's been so hot. My face was bright red and I could feel the poop mush in my panties. She asked me to help bring in groceries and I told her o had to go to the bathroom. She said do that after and I said no I have to pee really bad. She told me to hurry. She walked back into the house and I walked through the other door and hurried to the bathroom. I took off my shorts first to see if there was any damage in them. Luckily they were clean.. I began to peel my panties off and sit down. I peeled them off and the poop was still stuck to my ass, so I sat on the toilet to get the whole poop off and into the toilet. My pink panties had a huge football shaped bit of smooshed poop in them. I took them off and hid them in the bottom of the trashcan. I had to get in the shower and as soon as I turned it on my mom yield, why are you showering. I couldn't think of anything to say and said just because I need to. She said get out come help me. She said it with the tone that indicated that she knew something was weird. She could also smell it outside because she asked what that smell was and I said I farted. Since I told her I had to go pee right after I thought at worst, she thought that I just sharted. When I got in there, she asked me why I showered. She said well you just wasted, clean clothes, unless they weren't clean. My face got bright red and I said what do you mean? She asked if I filled my underwear. I just said "what "? She told me I need to start going to the bathroom right when I need to. She said when I told her I farted she could tell that smell was more than a fart, so when she went inside, she went around the corner by the living room and watched me as I walked inside. Even after I sat down and smooshed it, I guess there was still a flatter bulge since my shorts were so tight. She saw me walking funny and said she thinks she still saw a little bump in my shorts. I denied it and said that wasn't true. She asked me again why I showered. The only thing I could think of was to tell her that I did that to get out of bringing groceries in. She said OK follow me and walked right to the bathroom. I have a lump in my throat and I was so nervous. She began to look at the trashcan and didn't see them on top and I thought I was good. She then dug through and found panties at the bottom. She pulled them out and opened them up and saw all the poop inside of them. My face was so red, and I began to tear up. I told her it was an accident, and I just could not hold it at all, and it pushed its way into my panties. I was mortified, to make it worse three days later when I was headed home again and had to poop really bad I had to go get gas. While I was waiting for my car to fill up my body pushed again and I pooped even more into my sweatpants.

sofia b

am i odd? probably

for about a year now ive gotten a new hobby, i like to have people see my poop. its become my morning routine before school to walk to a random quiet spot around town and squat down and poop there. i know its not nice and definitely wrong but its a habit and i dont want to stop, i enjoy it so much thinking about people reacting to it, ive done it in so many places. i make sure to do it extra early so i can do it in places i know get busier later, now for a bit of back story

basically about 11 months ago now i was walking to school (for extra info i was 14 then, 15 now) and while walking i felt the urge to go. id gone in bushes many times and a couple alleyway wees, but i was on a road with houses but i didnt care, i dont care but i just squated between two cars, people definitely saw me but i didnt mind, i just squat there and took a massive poo on the road. ever since then ive done the same thing most days either walking to or from school.

its gotten to the point where ive dropped a log pretty much everywhere in my town. somehow never been arrested or anything, been caught several times and definitely been seen many times too. but i dont mind and i keep doing it, ive even gotten my best friend to do it with me (she's the only other person who knows) and some mornings we squat together.

one of my favourite places is outside a specific local shop (the owner got caught filming girls) so i actually have a reason for that one, sometimes ill go inside too ive pissed on there floor so many times.

a lot of the time ill go commando or ill just slip my panties to the side (my school uniform has a long-ish skirt) speaking of school ive pissed all over that place.

i have so many more stories to tell and i probably will tomorrow but for now im going to bed, happy toileting

Claire

Didn't make it

I had just finished dinner at a restaurant with my boyfriend and his family. Food was great, everything was fine (including my stomach). We all say goodbye and I get into my car and start driving home (about 20 minutes away). My stomach starts to gurgle and I let out a fart. I feel some relief and figure the feeling will pass and I can make it home. But oh god, the feeling does not pass. I just make it on the highway and realize there's no ???? ing way I'm making it home without stopping. I drive about 3 miles and get off at an exit, frantically looking for a gas station or... Well anything at this point. All around me are business buildings... All closed. It's getting worse and I'm clenching my butt as best I can. I figure if I can find a semi secluded dark parking lot, I'll just let loose there. I decide this at a light that took a eternity. I'm waiting, and shaking, and sweating, and the light isn't changing. Then it changes... And then it happens. The poop is released into a brand new pair of underwear and my favorite jeans. I cannot even explain the warm, mushy feeling. I pull over to the first parking lot I see with no cars. Oh great, it's a middle school. Luckily, it's mostly surrounded by trees. I pull over by the dumpster, jump out of the car, squat and realize this beast isn't done. I shit more, take off my pants and underwear and go in my glove compartment where I keep a bunch of napkins. I try to clean up as much as possible and realize my underwear is a lost cause. I'm so mortified that I forgot to put my underwear in the dumpster so I left it. On the grass. In a middle school parking lot. I always keep extra underwear in my purse, so I put them on and drove home with the windows open. I'm sorry to the person who finds my poop, underwear, and napkins covered in feces.

Martin

Tricky; privacy

When you got into middle school and preferred pooping at home to using the school toilets, was your family at all sensitive about your feelings and at least try not to disturb you when you were going after school? Where did you grow up? Did you ever have bathroom spray or have any other strategy for reducing the smell after having a sit?

Researcher

Survey questions

1) How often do you go poop?

2) What time of day do you poop?

3) Do you poop at work (or school if you are a student)?

4) Are there any foods that tend to make you poop?

5) Do you ever let anyone watch you poop?

6) Do you wipe from back to front OR front to back?

Thanks to anyone answering!

Bianca
Hello! When I was little and had my most favorite doll, I pretended she had cerebral palsy like me. I never faked my poop accidents with her. I made her act weak, and laid the doll down to rest. To Steeve, sorry about your wife's poopy pants. When my past bothered me, I had regrets about my teachers being upset when soiling. I did have some good responses at times though. I'm glad to leave that behind now.

April

Welcome, Heather!

Hi Heather! Guess I came on here at the right time….honestly I've been lurking for a bit, and seeing your post made me so excited! I work in nursing and totally get a thrill out of taking dumps next to my coworkers in the locker room…experiencing the sounds and smells…I've often thought I was a weirdo, but reading posts like yours makes me feel normal and alive!

Public Grunting a sequel

About an hour a go I was sitting on the toilet in the shopping center grunting loudly and pushing out hard turds...I then concluded the post and tried to wipe but could not due to lack of flexibility.
I got up off the toilet and fell straight down again due to shortness of breath and dizziness. anyway got back up again, exited the cubicle and then had a dizzy session and shortness of breath and fell against the wall in the toilets for support....I would recover and then get dizzy and recover and get dizzy.
All in all I overstayed my time limit in the car park and had to pay $4 to get out.
My massage lady , who has limited English says it seems to be like a balloon i my abdomen, lower left.
I would like to type more but hands will not cooperate.
Thunder

Sunday, October 11, 2026

Steve B

My wife had an accident at work

I work from home for a tech company and my wife Mandy works in retail as a store manager. She usually works 7am until 5pm and is home around 6 o clock. So one afternoon last week i was in my home office working and i heard the front door open and close. It was 2:30 in the afternoon so it was early for Mandy to be home from work, so I got up to go check. I looked out the front window and saw it was her car, then I left my office to go greet her and see why she was home so early. Just as i stepped into the hallway i heard our bedroom door shut, so she was already inside, upstairs and behind closed doors, which is not normal to her routine. when she comes home typically she spends time greeting our dogs and takes them outside, then checks with me about dinner and then she goes upstairs to change her clothes. So i was genuinely feeling worried about what was going on since she came in and went straight to our room and shut the door. I went down the hall and approached our room, the dogs were with me making a fuss and intensely sniffing at the bedroom door to get in, and i started to smell something. It was definitely poop. I figured one of the dogs farted or something, and i opened the bedroom door and stepped in. The smell was much stronger in the bedroom, and the bathroom door was shut. I could hear the shower running. At that point, I was able to put two and two together and deduce what must have happened.

I left the bedroom to take the dogs outside and give her some privacy, and noticed the poop smell lingering in the entire stairway and entryway as i headed down. I let the dogs out then sprayed some air freshener. I knew that if what i figured happened actually happened, that she was going to be upset and embarrassed so I tried to be as casual as possible when she eventually came out of the shower and came downstairs in new work clothes. She looked at me bashfully and instantly began blushing bright red. She said "I'm going back to work " and i interjected and said "are you okay? What happened? " She teared up and insisted she didn't want to talk about it right then, and i let her go back to work.

I then went upstairs to spray the air freshener in the bedroom and bathroom. Out of curiosity I checked the hamper and sure enough there was a pair of work slacks and a pair of her underwear sitting in there and they were sopping wet as if they had been thoroughly rinsed. I spent the rest of the afternoon eagerly waiting for her to come home again and tell me all about it. When she finally did, she ripped the bandaid and came right out and said "I pooped my pants at work today ", confirming what I had suspected. I asked her how such a thing could happen, and she explained that she kept putting off going to the bathroom because she was so busy, then when she finally got a chance to go, she only got halfway to the bathroom when "it just pushed itself out " in her pants, as she put it. She had to tell an assistant manager that she had an accident and needed to go home. I felt sorry for her because it was obviously very embarrassing, but I also know Mandy does have a habit of waiting too long and has had MANY close calls in the years I've known her. So it was only a matter of time before she wound up going in her pants. Its just too bad that she did it at work and likely all of her coworkers know.

Mina[ppé]

Painful dream

Hi. We hope everyone is very very very fine.

Mina had impression dream on Wednesday night. In dream, her boyfriend from Wales came to visit us in Japan. When he needed loo, Mina said him, "we go together and sit back to back " and he agreed. So we sat on loo and pushed mushy out from bottoms about ten times with sitting there half an hour. Mina was in a Paradise!

Then we finished, and Mina planned to do something which we don't write on site. But...she woke up! So dream finished suddenly. Mina was very shock and burst into the tears. But she tried to burst into the tears quietly, because Maho sleeping sweetly next her in double bed. She wasn't success. At once Maho sitting up in the bed with big eyes like a saucer.

"What is happened to you Minappé? Why you are crying? "

Mina told Maho about dream.

"Your dream will come true Minappé. One day! "

"I think half of dream will come true now. I have to go to toilet and make a diarrhoea. "

"I take you Minappé. Come with me. "

Mina is so shock she can't walk straight, but sweet fairy princess Maho support her, and place her gently on loo.

Burururururururururu. Mina didn't push out mushy for half an hour, and she didn't push ten times from her sugar and spice bottom. She pushed only four times, and only ten minutes. Very huge mushy each time. Maho flushed after second push. And Maho kissed and caressed constantly.

"Maholinn I love you. "

"Minappé I love you. Your dream come true certainly. "

After Mina washed her bottom and dried (actually fairy princess Maho dried) Maho helped her back to the bed, Mina still crying, but Maho console her with her special Maho style. So Mina soon sleeping. And Maho sleeping soon after.

Now it is Sunday, and Mina think, it was nice dream. Like Maho said, maybe it come true one day. We hope boyfriend visit, but he is married, so it won't be soon. But even he is 90 or 95, Mina will take him to loo and sit there with him, we will defecate together with a huge love.

Mina still read site about parent (usually mother) who punish grown up child for accident, grounded for a week. We all hate. Mothers, please understand that when child has accident, it can't help. It is not need to humiliate!! It is need to kiss and forgive. Maybe give advice. When Mina was schoolgirl in Wales, one teacher often said, "If you are wise, you will... " it is good way to advice maybe. But cleaning own underwear is OK we think.

We hope everyone this site, and everyone everywhere, never be humiliate.

Love to everybody.

Chakamami Family

Tricky

Re: Martin; Privacy in childhood

During a large part of my childhood, I was living in a single-bathroom house with 10 people. The bathroom also had no lock on the door. There was rarely any privacy when using the toilet or bathing. At that time, I was still in elementary school, and most of the times I needed to poop I went at school. There were stall doors there, so getting laughed at by my classmates because they could see my shoes and hear my noises was less of an issue than all of my family members seeing me sitting on the toilet. My bowels set themselves for going in the morning around recess or soon after lunch most days, and about 75% of the time, I could poop at school behind the relative privacy of a stall, presence of classmates not withstanding, instead of in front of family members with them watching me.

It was still a common occurrence that when I had to poop at home, usually on weekends or holidays or during summer vacation, someone walked in on me as I was doing so. Everyone was always needing to use the bathroom for something or access something in the attic which could only be reached from the bathroom. The girls and women in the house often needed the sink to groom themselves and someone was always needing the sink and/or shower to get ready for work or to go somewhere. On days I was at home and needed to poop, I was frequently accompanied by someone who came in after I was already on the toilet. I did not like it and never got used to it, but I had to deal with it. Both parents, my grandparents, my aunt and uncle, my siblings, and my cousins had all seen me on the toilet multiple times at home, and I had also seen all of them at least once. The logistics were impossible otherwise, as there were too many people for just one bathroom.

Eventually, many of those family members moved out, right in time for middle school to start. My bowels still retained their habit, except now I had to deal with the doorless stalls and open toilets of middle school, and I was always holding it in all day until I could get home after school because home was now preferable to the risk of being bullied while sitting on the toilet with no privacy in front of my classmates at school. On occasion, I'd still get walked in on at home while defecating after school, and all of my family members picked up on the pattern of me always rushing to the toilet after school because of me not wanting to use the doorless stalls in front of my classmates. My family didn't understand what the big deal was since I'd used the toilet in front of them at home so many times.

The truth was, I was always shy about my toilet habits, in spite of being raised with very little privacy for it. The irony is that I've never used a doorless stall or open toilet in a public setting with family members present. They've only seen me sitting on the home commode, or behind the privacy of a normal stall with a door. By the time I was 18, I'm certain at least 50 random strangers had seen me sitting on a public toilet without any privacy at all due to lack of stall doors and/or stalls, or having walked in on me for some reason or other(failed lock, cleaner coming in not realizing I was there, ect). It wasn't until more than a decade later that I finally became comfortable pooping in doorless stalls without privacy in front of random strangers to the point where if I had to go I wouldn't even try to hold it, even if by the time I became comfortable with it I'd already been in situations where I was forced to use such facilities dozens of times.

If there's one thing I miss about my childhood bathroom is that the toilet was from the 1930s and had a strong flush. I didn't have to worry about clogging it as much, unlike many of the public toilets I had used and clogged during my youth. I regret not having been comfortable with pooping in front of others at an early age. It would have saved me a lot of stress, embarrassment, and discomfort. Holding it in every day during middle school and my first two years of high school before I changed schools had to have damaged my insides to some degree. For some of those instances, I'm not sure how I managed to hold it for so long without shitting my pants. Even as a child, I've clogged my home toilet with its strong flush many times with massive, painful loads that I could barely keep in all day while at school, but that toilet was still better able to gulp everything down than the best of the high-output commercial fixtures I've used in public places. But when it clogged, it absolutely flooded the floor with water and made a big mess. Of all of the home toilets that I've regularly used, that particular one had the lowest rate of me causing a clog with my digestive system's output. So much so that I was a little bit upset when it was changed out for a modern low-flow fixture, one for which I ended up clogging upon my first ever use thereof and started keeping a bent coat hangar and plunger nearby to break everything up so it could flush down.

Anna from Austria
@Mina[ppé]

Dear Mina and friends thanks a lot for the further info. It is good to know for my next Japan visit in 2027 that these kind of toilets are getting rarer.

I really feel sorry for the friend of the Mother of Mina. Luckily something like that did not happen to me. I did not encounter any dirty people but the prospect alone of anyone can be able to see me pooping almost made me felt naked and vulnerable. I never felt relaxed while defacating on a squat loo during my japan trips and the trip to Korea as well.

Greetings from Austria

Anna

Darlene

About privacy in childhood

I remember being afraid of closing the bathroom door because I thought that I wouldn't be able to get out so I would go with the door open or slightly pulled up but not totally closed. I only leave the door cracked now if I have to really go. On another note, earlier today I thought I had to poop in while shopping in the grocery store but when I made it in and peed, I pushed and ended up farting really loud.

I did feel better afterwards but it was so many people in the restroom at the time. I believe I was the only one who passed gas like that but I wasn't embarrassed. Things happen.

Nytecat

To Katie

Sorry to read about your bad day! I noticed what you said about wearing the right kind of underwear should an accident happen. I used to wear a much wider variety of underpants myself. But a lot of close calls and a few legitimate accidents made me rethink that. Now I don't leave the house except in briefs and bikinis with decent leg elastics. I think of them as a literal safety net. I've never pooped in boxers or a thong but it's easy to imagine that they are no good for holding a load. I sometimes wonder how boxer briefs would fare but I'm not curious enough to find out. Finally, going commando is unfathomable to me. That's just begging for trouble!

Bianca
Hi! My briscuit mac and cheese cleared my intestines out really good. I had to go a lot, but it was satisfying. I had it for breakfast, but when your home alone who cares? Also, while enjoying a pregnacy show, I found out some of the mothers gave birth on the toilet. Once, one mom thought she peed herself at the gas station. I didn't poop today, bout I had fun playing color chase on Dj furby. Although my butt failed to catch a poop, at least I caught one light lol. Bye

Thomas

Not pooping

I'm so constipated, I haven't shit in a few days and it's making me really uncomfortable. I tried prune juice, eating prunes, Metamucil. At one point should I try an enema? Not even coffee is helping. I haven't been constipated as a kid. I don't know what triggered it, my diet hasn't changed. And I'm not stressed. I'm gonna buy a gentle laxative in the morning. Hope this fixes itself soon

Monday, October 5, 2026

Thunder

Scooter. Time on toilet

Mostly the actual BM part is only a few minutes , but with the bidet function the wash is three minutes and the dry is another three minutes . As I wear Depends this takes care of the drying . I have had some much longer sessions but not very often . Thunder

Darlene

Dropping off a load

They wasn't lying about clearing out your entire schedule after eating 15-bean soup. I had some the night before and been farting since the first bowl. Of course, I looked forward to finally being able to move my bowels as I haven't done a proper movement in a couple of days. Anyways, I felt a stomach ache coming on. Which I figured was due having to go instead of it being gas.

So, I went to the bathroom, pulling down my jeans along with my panties and slightly push, I could tell this was the turd from earlier that I couldn't pass as it fell with a thud, splashing me as it fell into the water along with a few more plops. I sat for a minute or two and began to wipe but not before looking down into the toilet.

I couldn't believe all of that came out of me, I saw bits of corn as well. I figured it was from the soup. I was glad to finally be able to poop after days of not doing so.

Martin

Privacy in childhood

What were the privacy norms for using the bathroom in your house when you were a child? I was raised by a divorced Mom and was the only boy of 4 kids, and as a boy I feel like my privacy when I sat in the bathroom was considered way less important than anyone else's in the house. Mom routinely came in the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bathtub and had conversations with me when I was stinking up the bathroom. When I dared to suggest--*very* respectfully, since she wasn't afraid to spank for any backtalk--that I was uncomfortable with it, she laughed and said "I changed your smelly diapers for three years, I can stand the smell. " This went on into my teens. My sisters also barged in a lot although they didn't stick around talking like Mom did. Anyone else have a similar environment growing up?

Thunder

Scooter. Time on toilet

Oopsexcuseme

To Scooter RE: How Long Does It Take?

First of all, I'm not sure I believe everything those health magazines and other sources say. They don't always seem to represent the common person.

To answer the question, I can usually do it in 7 minutes including wiping, etc. Sometimes a little quicker and I have sat for 15 minutes or longer. Depends on the situation, consistency, and whether you are just trying to kill time or take a moment for your self. I usually wait until I am pretty certain I need to go before I go in an drop my pants(if I'm wearing any); that way, I am not wasting any unnecessary time.

Everybody is different; there should not be a cookie cutter approach for expectations to taking a dump unless you are in the military or something like that.

Thursday, October 1, 2026

Tricky

Re: Scooter; How long does it take?

For me, each sit-down session typically requires around 5-7 minutes including wiping, 3-4x a day, usually within an hour after each meal. A typical production is a one-foot log about 1 inch wide. If I skip a session, the duration of the sit-down session may be increased due to the extra volume and consistency of the stool. When I skip a session, the output is usually 2x or more its normal volume and mass, and thicker, so the cleanup job ends up often something much worse than it would be vs maintaining my normal habit, and I don't even have a hairy butt. I can only imagine how difficult the cleanup would be if I had a hairy ass. I'm a middle-aged man, but I still look like a college-aged kid. A massive mess on my butt could easily increase my toilet visit to more than 10 minutes, because I like to wipe myself clean enough that I don't get skidmarks.

There are times where I needed 30 minutes or more to shit, that all being said. It depends upon what I ate, how long ago it was since I last pooped, and how hydrated I have kept myself. My messiest shits are the ones when I get dehydrated and skipped 1-2 sessions or more, which typically occur on long car drives.

All of the janitors at work know who I am because they've frequently knocked on the door while I was in the middle of business, only to wait outside for me to finish, or come in and clean while I was in a stall. This has been the case with cleaning staff of both sexes over the last couple decades that I've been working.

Leah

Signature

Embarrassing big one this morning.

Haven't posted in a while, i'm from the UK, male. For as long as I can remember i've had a fear of using public toilets for #2 owing to many embarrassing incidents early on. Unfortunately, I also tend to need to go at bad times and so I can't always avoid it. This morning I had one such experience.

I will normally try to do my business before I leave, but over the weekend I fell out of schedule and this unfortunately resulted in me not going for two days. I was at the supermarket when I suddenly felt the need. A cramp went through my stomach and I winced, but I knew there was no waiting, which was especially scary because I knew, having not gone for two days, it would be big. It felt big.

I awkwardly walked towards the mens toilets, and as I was nearly at the door, it opened and two guys came out one after the other, the last one holding the door for me. I nervously said thanks and walked in; there was one guy at the sink washing his hands. At the back, I immediately saw one of the two cubicles covered in yellow tape with an out of order sign on it. I hurried towards the other cubicle, and thankfully it was free. I could see the water still rippling slightly in the bowl as I shut the cubicle door behind me, so clearly one of those guys had just been using it. I find this really disgusting, but I don't have much choice as I fumble to get my pants down.

I plop myself down on the seat as I hear the other guy using the hand-dryer. The seat was warm, which is pretty gross to think about but also I have to admit a little bit pleasant; whoever had been in here before me hadn't left much of a mess. Unfortunately I think I was about to do the opposite.

As soon as I heard the dryer shutting off and the door to the mens toilets close behind the other guy, I relax my hold and it starts. It started off feeling really thick and I was grunting a bit, as it came loose it plopped into the water and immediately a ton of softer poo followed it, ending with a fart. I sat there a moment, catching my breath, as I felt immediately lighter from letting this out. I gave myself only a minute or so to make sure I was done before I started hurriedly pulling off toilet roll. I wanted to get out of here fast because, with there being only one cubicle, if anyone else came in needing to use it i'd have to see them as I came out, and the thought of that was so humiliating.

As I wiped my ass, the smell was immediately getting worse just moments after sitting in the bowl. I hovered off the toilet seat and hit the flusher, hoping it would reduce the smell. The first four or five goes with the toilet paper had it absolutely covered in mess, and that was only making the smell even worse. I was getting more and more nervous as I gave it a second flush, wiping several more times. Finally it was coming out clean and with a third flush I hurried up off the seat and pulled my pants up. I glanced back as I was unlocking the cubicle. I had left a couple of dark brown skids on the sides of the bowl.

I hurried out and to the sinks, and midway through washing my hands the door opened. He walked past me and towards the cubicles. I looked down nervously as I sped up washing my hands. He opened the cubicle I had just been in and went inside, and I heard him swearing under his breath as he clearly could smell what i'd done and saw the skids. I can only hope that he didn't suspect that it was me who had just been in there, but given that i'd not long flushed it he almost certainly knew. I hurried out without drying my hands as I heard him undoing his trousers. I really tried not to stink it up that bad, even with the flushing multiple times, but I still did. Very embarrassing. I do have to wonder though, why people are so rude about it to acknowledge it out loud; I know I never would. A lot of my worst memories that make me anxious about public toilets is times people have commented on or made fun of me or my business, when ultimately, it's a toilet and that's sort of what it's for. I know it was a bit of a big poo but he must have been about to do the same if he was going into the cubicle? I'm trying to get over my toilet shyness still but it's difficult, especially when things like this happen. I hope I don't have to use those toilets again until the other cubicle gets fixed, at least with two cubicles you're less likely to have someone waiting for you to finish, and plus the other person in the cubicle next to you can't really make fun of you if they're also on the toilet doing the same thing you are.

In need of help

Hey guys, I have officially started my new life in care and I'm loving it, however my bowels are not loving it.
I work in a residential home, which I started recently, but ever since I started my poo schedule is off and it hasn't come back yet.
Everytime I have a poo it's always hard and cracked, and small plops, my peeing is fine, but I work all day and barely get any time to myself.
I have accidents in my pad, well just leaks and stuff, but having a poo is a serious problem right now.
I drink during my shift, so I should be hydrated enough to not be constipated, it's very frustrating

Does anyone here work in Care or healthcare and are able to give me any constipation advice? Or am I simply getting "Care worker guts "?

And to scooter:
Your magazine is right, for me it used to take between five and ten minutes to have a poo, but now I tend to give up after ten minutes if I haven't been.

Thanks for the response Darlene.

Is there such a thing as too much poop or is there just lots? I always think there is just lots. Let me know what you think

GBair

Holly S

Curiosity and questioning

Hey everyone my name is Holly and well I'm posting this for friend who is on the spectrum. He has always wondered how come when a woman says out loud she has to go poop she doesn't say out loud she also has to go pee even though she has to poop and pee. Also when he has to poop he also has to pee and he feels like nobody else does this.

Thanks,
Holly S

A couple replies

Thanks to everyone who posts, greatly appreciate your openness and willingness to share.

@ Tricky - Great set of stories as always.

@ China Girl - Great story, always appreciated your unique way of telling about your large movements and the way in which you make the toilet suffer. :) Hopefully, you're able to continue to post.

LC

Tricky

Most Times I Pooped in a Day Without it Being Diarrhea Pt 1

I was 16. This story occurred 3 months after "The Day After I Ate too Many Lima Beans " on page 3088. My parents were on vacation for 2 weeks starting that previous Thursday. I was staying at an aunt and uncles' place with three cousins. I didn't get along well with any of them(they were a different aunt/uncle/cousins than the ones I used to live with), so my body locked my bowels up out of nervousness.

Saturday night my uncle made chili. It was enough for 6 people to eat over 4 days. But he did offer me that since I was a guest, I could eat as much as I want. It was very good and being a skinny and underdeveloped kid while having the appetite of a 300+ lb competitive eater, and also wanting to clear up my intestinal blockage, I took advantage. I ate bowl after heaping bowl full. Everyone was dumbfounded that I could eat that much. I had probably spent 3 hours just eating. Sunday, I had been eating it with each meal and by nightfall the pot was almost finished off. It was so good I didn't care about the consequences.

Monday morning had come around. My abdomen was visibly bloated. I hadn't pooped yet since I had been there last Thursday. I got dressed for school. Since it was Monday, I had to serve as a teachers' assistant at another high school for the second half of the day in effort to earn a scholarship, which meant I had to wear dress clothes. I wore black dress slacks and a black shirt with a fine dark-grey cross pattern on it, which complimented my rail-thin figure well(abdominal bulge not withstanding), and spiked my hair with gel. My aunt, a short, rotund woman of about 200 lbs with black hair wearing thick-rimmed glasses, complimented me on how good I looked, saying I could be a model or a Hollywood Actor with my looks as I ate the last of the chili for breakfast.

Immediately after my meal, I felt a need to shit, which I dreaded having just showered, but still was very much looking forward to it relief given my constipation. They had 3 bathrooms. The one in the basement was taken by my younger cousin showering. The one in the master bedroom was taken by my uncle on the toilet. This left the one in the hallway, which had three doors, no locks, the middle door coming from the hallway, and the other two doors each going to a cousin's bedroom on either side. The toilet was in the center of the room facing the hall door, fully unobstructed from view of either of the 3 doors. I knew the risk of being intruded upon, but I was not going to make the car ride to school without either stopping somewhere or shitting my pants if I didn't go while I had the chance.

I sat down and started letting it come out. It was thick, soft, warm, squishy, ropey, smeary and felt great coming out. It made a very loud crackling as it left a big mess all over my butt.

*PLFTSHLPFTPLT-T-T-Z-T-Z-T-FLPFTSHLPFT-pop-crackle-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z*

All of a sudden, the hallway door swung open as the log was working its way out. It was my aunt. She saw me on the toilet, said, "I'm sorry my name omitted. ", and shut the door. That was something she hadn't seen since I was 6 years old. I was fairly certain she saw my private because I had my dress slacks and undies all the way down to my shoes and nothing for coverage. I was very embarrassed.

Feeling slightly violated, my bowels locked up again and I wasn't able to finish, nor had the luxury of sitting around for 15 more minutes trying to get things moving again. I wiped up, which took a few minutes. I left a 1 foot log in the bowl, yet still felt painfully bloated. I flushed, left a bunch of smears, washed my hands, and left. Waiting in the living room, she requested, "Next time you use that bathroom in the morning, please let me know first. I get ready for work there. "

I meekly told her, "Okay. "

I felt sick on the way to school. I could feel pounds of weight and an excess of gas sloshing around in my gut like a fishbowl full of water that had an Alkaseltzer dropped in it.

I got to school and desperately had to go again. I had 10 minutes to spare before the bell, headed to the nearest Boys' room, saw the same circle of boys in the restroom socializing that were there in the events of "The Day After I Ate too Many Lima Beans ", and proceeded to the first stall near them. I'd pooped in this stall at this time in the morning with them present 20+ times by now. I was always a little embarrassed doing this near them, but felt comfortable since they never bothered me for it. They knew I was a regular here in the morning and the students designated that as "my " stall, even though others used it on occasion.

It came out with the same consistency, thickness, and loud squishy noises as the of the first poop of the day, but this time I loudly and repeatedly farted for the duration. No one laughed. They said nothing to me while I enjoyed the dump. I wiped. Another 1 foot long log. I still didn't feel empty, but I didn't feel the need to go anymore either, in spite of feeling a massive backup in my gut. I flushed, and exited the stall. When I met them by the sinks they made small talk with me as I washed my hands, tactfully not acknowledging what I just did in there.

I was involuntarily farting all morning. I tried to be quiet about it, but was not successful. Early during 2nd period, I ripped a loud one that echoed about the class, when one of the students sitting next to me loudly complained, "my name omitted, you're gassy as f--- dude. Ask the teacher to go to the bathroom! Jesus! "

The class erupted in laughter. The teacher, a heavy-set, almost-elderly woman with her hair in a bun, heard him and gave him a warning, saying "You do it too. So does everyone in this room. "

I felt an emergency need to poop soon after, raised my hand, and asked the teacher if I could use the restroom. She already knew why, and without hesitation granted me permission, my constant flatulence having argued on my behalf. There were a few knowing chuckles as I left the classroom walking funny.

I was gone for 10 minutes as I sat in a stall alone. I dropped out another 1 foot log similar to the last two. I noticed I was feeling slightly better each time I pooped, but could still feel a lot in me that was going to eventually need to come out. I was still very bloated and uncomfortable.

Near the end of 3rd period. Due to the short 5 minute passing period between classes, I didn't have the chance to poop again. I badly had to go and had been holding it for over an hour, while constantly farting in class. I felt like I had a leaky canister of welding gas lodged in my gut. I asked to use the restroom, but was told "No. "

When 3rd period let out, it was time to meet up with the student who was going to give me a ride to the other school we served as teachers' assistants at for the last half of the day to earn our scholarships. I told him I needed to use the restroom first. He waited by the sinks as I pooped in a stall, accompanied by maybe 5 other students. I was farting very loudly, lots of quick plops accompanying it. One of the students remarked that I'd been farting in class all day. While the comment embarrassed me, I didn't say anything. I hated talking to people while on the toilet.

I wiped up, and there was a solid log in the toilet bigger than any of the previous 3 plus a bunch of small nuggets. This was already my 4th poop of the day, and every single one of them had been at least slightly larger than normal. Normally I'd have only made 1 of those by this point in the morning, but I had made 4.

I flushed it down, exited the stall, and met my classmates at the sink. One of them showed concern because he'd been with me in the restroom twice today by now and also saw me leave 2nd period. He asked me if I was okay. I told him, "Yeah, I ate too much over the last few days. "

Me and my classmate got in his car and drove off. Part 2 continues this tale of turds.

Mina[ppé]

Dear Anna, Dear Scooter

Thank you Anna for your kind words. Yes, there are still some public loos in Japan which have a gap between the floor and the wall, but they are becoming to be rare now. We four don't see a loo like that for more than a year.

They had a problem because dirty man (and sometimes dirty woman) look under gap to see mierda come out from bottom of other person. Sometimes they use mirror. Mina wrote this in before post but friend of her mother who doing diarrhoea in supermarket toilet noticed man with mirror in next cubicle, she called supermarket staff they called police and the man went to the prison.

We answer to Scooter. We four usually need about ten minutes to complete our defecate, though Hisae was quicker when she was more younger. But in those days she defecated more often than now. Sometimes we take more longer time, but perhaps that is because we go in pair or quartet, we talk, and sometimes we kiss, and sometimes we cry! That takes a time. So we are cheating maybe. Very occasionally, when there is some kind of problem, one of us might sit on loo for 30 minutes or more even.

We are not sure about man. In Mina's family men stay about 7 or 8 minutes in loo, but in Hisae's family they usually finish much shorter time, about 3 minutes. When Hisae had boyfriend, he was also quick, except when they kissing!

Mina said in last post, in time before, school teacher said that maximum time for child in school loo should be 3 minutes. There is question in our mind about that. Kazuko's mother used to say same thing, but not only in school.

We often hear, Asian have more longer intestine than European, and because they eat lots vegetables, they produce more mierda than European. We think that is true. After first defecate, we four fairy princesses continue sit on loo while second defecate is moving inside our body to reach our bottom. And sometimes third or even fourth.

We hope this is good answer of your question. We wrote post to you before, we hope you read. And we hope that everyone is very fine. Love to everyone.

Chakamami Family

Taylor

Work poop

To anonymous - My "involuntary push " is like what happens when you have an accident and you just can't hold it any longer, except I am not fighting it to begin with. I pull down my clothes and sit down and very quickly I get that warning just before an accident where you can feel it is imminent, but I just let it happen and shortly after my body pushes for me. It is such a pleasurable relieving sensation.

To Scooter - I (30's female) usually start pooping within a minute of sitting down if I need to go, often within seconds.

I needed to poop at work yesterday! It's a routine thing for me and I usually go on my lunch break but this time it couldn't wait. I quickly went from a dull ache, to a strong urge to "Oh, I really should sit on the toilet " I had two hours until my break and there was absolutely no chance I'd last until then. Once I finished the live chat I was on I marked myself as away and headed to the single unisex toilet on my floor, thankfully empty! I pulled down my trousers and pink thong to my calves and made myself comfortable on the curved toilet seat looking forward to a much needed dump. I could feel my need to go growing by the second and it wasn't long at all before I felt some gentle pressure on my backdoor. Another urge hit and I simply relaxed into it as the head of my poop crowned, very quickly and very effortlessly coming out. It soon fell into the water with a "flumph " and I patiently waited for the rest, I knew I had a lot more to come and I wasn't going to force it.

A colleague tried the handle which made me jump before shouting "Sorry! " but they didn't return to their office, they waited outside the door! I could see their silhouette in the frosted glass window! I began peeing, a loud tinkle echoing throughout the small room and I wondered if she would be able to hear it, or what was coming up. I was in no rush and let things happen in their own time as a gentle stream flowed from between my thighs and she was still standing there when it slowed to drips. Did she think I was only peeing and I was about to finish?

There was a short pause before a gentle push caused me to birth a second log. It was much more substantial than the first piece but it felt amazing as it made its way out. It seemed to go on forever before it broke off with two loud splashes and I pushed out a third piece. My colleague was still standing there in the window! She was leaning against the wall typing on her phone. I softly pushed to make sure I was empty and only produced a squeak of wind so I started the clean up. I began with my front, wiping my vagina front to back and then used four handfuls (about 4 squares each) to wipe my behind. It wasn't particularly messy fortunately, and the last was more for safety than necessity. I pulled up my thong as I stood and then pulled up my trousers, peeking into the bowl as I fastened them. Sadly my production was completely obscured by my tissue! I flushed and quickly washed my hands before opening the door to see Sally stood waiting for me. She smiled as she walked into the toilet and I returned to my desk but I was watching the corridor like a hawk! It was twenty minutes before she came back into the office so I am pretty sure she had pooped too.

Saturday, September 26, 2026

Anna from Austria
@Mina[ppé] Thx for your reply. It is quite intruiging that in Japan squat toilets are becoming more rare then they used to be. I also prefer western style toilets over squat loos. The squatting itself does not bother me that much but even using them after 5 to 6 times during my trips to Japan and South Korea I will never feel comfortable using them because I can figure out the right postion not to miss the toilet. Another fact that bothered me when using asian squat toilets was the lack of privacy. For some reason the restrooms in Japan and South Korea I had to use had a large gap under the door. The gap is on the right height so see the private parts when a person is squatted down to his or her business.

Now to my latest story. Normaly I do solid logs that are quit soft or even softer loads. I rarely do pebbles. Early that day at work I had weird poop. I did some peebles that were rather hard and a medium sized log that was apparently as soft as normal. Despite that fact during that season I had to use more paper to clean my vagina than to clean my behind. I used 3 wipes just to be safe but there were no poo stains on the paper. But after flushing I noticed that I did mega skid marks on the toilet bowel. As asual there was no toilet brush so I was forced to leave the toilet quite dirty.

This my my story for today

Greetings from Austria

Anna

Scooter

How long does it take?

I recently read an article in a digestive health magazine, and part of the article covered how long it should take you to poop. It said if you feel the urge to go, it might sometimes just take seconds to a minute to pass a stool. But many people may need to sit and wait for the process to happen naturally, which is normal. The article said that a recent study found that, on average, it takes between 4.7 and 6.1 minutes for a healthy woman age 18 to 35 to pass a stool. I am a male so I don't know how long it should take me to go. How long does it normally take you to poop?

Chris

Long time reader, first time poster

Hey all, didn't realise this site was still active in 2026. I've been a long time reader (years), but never actually posted (also I'm kinda shy lol) because I thought this was just an archive as opposed to an actual ongoing discussion. I have particularly enjoyed "Emma Two's " stories, I may be a little late to the party but hopefully I'm not the only one here? This site has certainly provided a lot of information, as well as entertainment over the years.

Thursday, September 24, 2026

Tricky

Another Coed Work Poop Story

It was 2016. I was at an office in the desert for one of the job sites I had repeatedly visited since 2010, this time for a conference meeting and job interview. That morning I had been interviewed by two ladies in their 50s for a new job in the same company I worked for, one a freckled red head with wrinkly skin from too much sun damage and her hair in a permed poofy ball, we'll call her Ruth, the other an Arab-looking lady with long hair, we'll call her Jasmine.

Just before everyone was about to eat a catered lunch, it was announced that the Womens' room was now closed. A pipe had failed and the water to the Womens' had to be shut off. It was the only Womens' room in the building and there was nothing else around for miles. This was a male-dominated workplace in an old building, and according to the floorplan, the Ladies' was a one-stall affair, while the Mens' was a 3-urinal, 2-stall setup.

It was mentioned that the women present would have to use the Mens' room. Everyone was asked to raise their hand if they were uncomfortable with the opposite sex in the room when they used it so that a system may be created to assure one sex at a time used it. No one showed objection so it was agreed that anyone would just use it as needed. There were 30+ men in the building, and maybe 5 women.

The food arrived. I desperately had to pee. The urinals were open bowl style. The stalls were the standard sort: gaps between the partition and door, as well as generous gaps at the bottom that almost went as high as the toilet seat. Everyone outside your stall could see your shoes on up to your legs as you sat. The entrance, sinks and mirror were positioned on the wall opposite the toilets.

I entered. Both stalls were in use. I could see a silhouette of someone sitting in the near stall cast onto the floor. I proceeded to the urinal by the near stall. As I peed, a crowd came in to wash their hands. This included both Ruth and Jasmine who had interviewed me earlier. They said nothing to me as I drained my bladder in front of them.

*PLIP-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P*

I flushed and we met at the sinks. I knew the two women saw and heard me peeing but no one seemed to mind. We had nowhere else to use the toilet or wash our hands.

I ate lunch. Soon after, I had to poop. Badly. I hadn't gone that morning. The lunch break wasn't over and people were socializing before it was time to resume the meeting. When I got into the Mens', both stalls were in use. I stood waiting, reading material in hand.

Ruth entered the room. She saw me holding my book, smiled, and said "HEY there, MISTER! "

I responded, slightly nervously, "Uh, hello. "

She asked, "Are you waiting for a stall? "

I said, "Yes. "

She continued, "That makes me second in line. Don't mind me if you gotta' go. "

I could hear the first stall's occupant rolling tp. I saw a silhouette projected on the floor of them wiping. They didn't have their pants all the way down, hiding their legs and underwear. They redressed, and flushed the toilet. An attractive blonde woman in her 30s exited. She awkwardly smiled as she walked over to the sink to wash her hands.

I proceeded into the stall. The toilet had streaks in it. I latched the door, dropped my pants/undies to my shoes showing off my hairless legs, sat, put my book on my lap, started reading, and proceeded to let my poop slide out. A shadow of me sitting on the toilet was cast onto the floor by the urinals.

*plt-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*

The poop was firm and dense. I could hear whoever was in the next stall rolling paper and wiping. They soon pulled their pants up, flushed, and exited as my log worked its way out.

I could see through the gap a younger man fresh out of college washing his hands, looking slightly embarrassed. Ruth entered the adjacent stall with nothing but a flimsy divider and 2 feet of space between us.

Ruth latched the door, pulled her pants down and urinated with a loud hiss. She didn't seem to mind, and like myself, had her pants all the way down. I could see her wrinkly old legs and her old lady panties. The young man quickly left, leaving us the only occupants.

*bror-r-r-t*

She farted while peeing, then said, "Oh, excuse me. That's not lady-like. "

I said, "It's a restroom. Where else would you rather do that? "

She then added, "Well, I don't need to do a #2. "

I continued my poop.

*FWER-R-R-t-t-t-t-t* *ploop*

A fart came out of me and echoed about the toilet bowl as a turd dropped out. My legs involuntarily quivered. I strained a little and...

*t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*

Audible crackling. The fact that she was listening to me poop didn't bother me. Her pee stream soon stopped.

*BLOOSH* *WOMP-p-p-p-p-p-t*

A second log dropped out, followed by a long and loud fart that made my anus ripple with a dry pain. I heard her wipe herself with a single pass. She redressed, flushed, and exited.

More poop kept sliding out as she stood at the sink washing her hands. The gap between partition and door was large enough that nothing would stop her from looking in on me through the mirror if she chose to.

*t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*

A warm, glue-like wetness coated my butt as a thick and weighty log slid out. The noise was awkward. She shut the water off and said, "You're like my teenage son. He reads on the toilet too. "

I added "It's an efficient use of time. "

*plapt*

I pushed. Another fart, but abrupt.

*BRRR-T*

A smaller log started sliding out. She continued, "To change the subject, I have some good news to tell you. Is it okay if I freshen up here while we discuss it, or would you prefer I wait outside for you to finish? "

I answered, "I don't mind either way. "

The last of the poop dropped in, a nugget, followed by a squeaky fart.

*BLOOP* *fwer-r-r-r-r-t*

I was emptied out and it was time to wipe.

She said, excited, "Okay. I'm letting you know early that you got the job! Congratulations! "

I could see my shadow projected on the floor to my right as I wiped. I could see through the gap she was putting on makeup and fluffing her hair in the mirror.

I said while wiping, "Well, thanks. When do I start? "

She said, "1st of the month, pending a drug test results. Go to a lab, pee in a cup, no big deal. "

It was a messy bowel movement and took me a few minutes to wipe, while we discussed when/how I'd receive my work computer. When I finished, I pulled my pants up, and flushed down a pile of thick, well-formed, dark-green logs piling above the water. It left a bunch of green smears all over the bowl. The room stunk with my odor.

I exited the stall. Ruth smiled at me, joking, "I'd shake your hand young man, but you should wash it first. "

I put the book on the sink so I could wash my hands next to her as she was fixing her hair. She then said, "We'll discuss your role some more with Jasmine after the meeting, in a more appropriate setting. "

I continued, "Okay. "

She requested, "Keep the fact that we already discussed this while using the restroom between us, okay? "

I reassured her, "Given the circumstance, I don't think HR will object. I'm not embarrassed. "

She laughed, "I am HR sweetie. Glad that I didn't embarrass you. "

I dried my hands with paper towels and we exited the Mens' room.

Bianca
Hi everyone! The dayhab main bathroom was nasty today. I smelled puke when I had to pee, but didn't know where it was at first. After washing up however, I almost slipped in it. This has been the closest encounter to a nasty bathroom I ever noticed. Nothing worth mentioning in my toilet life today. I've gotta say that although some things have changed in my life, the unpredictability of bathrooms never does.

Tricky

Re: Izzy; Taking a good dump uncorks the brain

I agree. One of the reasons I eat the high-fiber diet that I do is because it causes me to produce such dumps on a regular basis. It's healthy.

I usually take 3 poops a day, typically within an hour after each meal. They tend to be well-formed solid logs about 1-foot long by 1-inch wide on average, and they feel good coming out. I can let gravity do most of the work as they slide out and cause pleasureful sensations. If I get constipated, they sometimes hurt coming out, but the feeling after I am done is even better than a normal dump.

I have a fast metabolism and a lot of energy because of my diet, and all of the exercise I do burns those calories off. I'd like to think it's keeping my brain sharp. All of that food has to go somewhere once it's digested, and that means I do a lot of pooping away from home, sometimes in awkward places and circumstances. I've come up with some great ideas while on the toilet, just sitting there and thinking as I enjoyed the sensation of ongoing relief. It works best when I'm alone in privacy, but not even the occasional doorless stall or open public toilet with an audience present will deter me or distract me anymore if I sit there reading a book or thinking to myself.

A good dump is one of the best feelings one can experience. I try to replicate it as much as I can.

Mina[ppé]

Maho was constipate nearly one week

Hi Everyone, we hope you are very fine. Typhoon in Japan now.

Maho did quite big motion on Tuesday, but from that time to today, nothing. She began to feel pain in stomach area because so much mierda piling inside her.

Today we decided to squat over our potties. We put newspaper on floor as usual. Maho said, "Today I think I can do. " We all hope.

After few minutes turtle head appeared in Maho's sugar and spice bottom. "Yiiii! " So her three crushes decided to push, and sausages many many landed in three potties. But Maho's turtle head didn't move.

Kazuko put chair next to Maho. "Put your hand on chair, then easier to squat, " Kazu said. Maho thank her with eyes and blow kiss. But still turtle head don't move.

Mina took away Maho's potty. "Don't worry about aim. Do your salami direct on newspaper. We can carry away, because it is hard very much. " Then Mina ran back to own potty because suddenly urge, she squatted and poured out huge mushy. Maho stared hard at Mina, her eyes became to very big and her turtle head came out 5 more centimetres, so about 8 now. And wide is also 5 centimetres.

Mina emptied her potty into toilet and lined again. When she came back Hisae also poured huge mushy from her bottom into her potty, hope that Maho's turtle head come out more. It came out little bit. About ten centimetres now.

"Maholinn, you are so beautiful. "

"Why you think that? Thick tail hanging from my bottom! "

"Beautiful with thick tail!! "

Kazuko decided to do her share, she pushed three large brown bananas into her potty. So she have to take away the potty and empty it. When she come back, Maho's turtle head beginning to move.

"Yiiii!! "

"Kazu-chan, Minappé, Chae-chan, I love you! " Maho cry, and turtle head now 20 centimetres hanging down from fairy princess bottom.

Slowly, slowly, big salami come down. Finally land on floor. 40 centimetres! Kazuko pushed mushy into her potty and then jumped up. She opened drawer and took out surgical gloves. Maho's brown salami was hard like a rock, and dark brown. "I think disposable chopsticks can't break this turd. I break it with hands. " She took it to toilet and broke into many pieces. And flushed it 3 flushes. Then came back and pushed more mushy into her potty. Mina and Hisae also busy to push, we hope that will encourage Maho's rebellious sugar and spice bottom, and that work a bit because Maho's second turtle head hanging down.

When it dropped, we all squatting about 20 minutes, and all finished except Maho. So we emptied potties one by one and flushed. But always someone beside Maho to encourage. Kazuko broke up Maho's second turd and flushed. Then Maho dropped third hard turd, 20 centimetres, and fourth, 15 centimetres. Last part of fourth turd was softer and lighter brown and made newspaper dirty.

"Wow Maholinn. How you feel? "

"Better little bit, but tired to squat. And I think I can finish motion sitting, so I go to toilet! "

Maho swayed little bit, so Mina and Hisae help her to walk, and place her on toilet. She was tired from long squat, but we are all birthday suit, that is help very much when we squatting. If you want to do motion with squat, birthday suit is best.

Tears on Maho's face. "I love you all of you. "

"We love you Maholinn. Defecate more and more until you empty. "

"Maholinn you are beautiful. "

For about 3 minutes nothing happen, then suddenly Buuuuuuu. Big o-nara (it mean fart).

"Maholinn! Lovely noise. "

"Don't talk a pants. " Buuuuuu. Buuuuuuu. "Nnnggggg. " PLOP. PLOP. PLOOP. SPLOOP.

"Yiiiii! Maholinn your turds softer!! "

Sploop.

"Stand up so I flush. " Maho stood up, we admired all, and Hisae flushed. She is next to Maho while Maho on toilet, so she can massage.

Ploop. Ploop. Sploop.

"Nnnggggg "

Bururururururururu.

"Maholinn! "

Burururururu. Plep.Plep.Plep.

Plip. Plip.

"Finish? "

"Nearly finish! "

Plip. Plip. Mina ask to Kazuko, "Is my type correct? " Kazuko has very good memory for such kind of thing.

"Probably correct!

Plip. Plip. "Finish I think! "

"Yiiii! " Maho washed her bottom and we all dried. Then 3 crushes sat on loo to wash bottom with drying bottom of other crush. Final flush, all wash hands,

With drinking delicious tea which Maho made, we all said we hope beautiful Maho will never be constipate no more. She promise to drink lots milk and water and eat lots fruit. And Mina needs to look again at many posts of this site, to find ways to deal with constipate.

By the way Mina wrote detail about Maho's defecate, but other three also defecated very huge, filled potties three times. Very wonderful defecate!

We have public holiday until Wednesday. Tomorrow we will go for drive. So we are happy that all bottoms are empty now! We hope life is very wonderful for all of you.

Chakamami Family

Emma two

Poo in the woods

I was out walking in the woods with my Sarah on Saturday morning and we both had to go really badly. We found a nice secluded spot where no one was around and Sarah quickly pulled her jeans and knickers down and squatted while I watched. She released a torrential pee lasting for a full minute while I held my poo even though I was close to having an accident in my knickers. Seeing her relief and the hugs pool of urine she was creating almost caused me to poo myself and I quickly pulled my knickers and leggings down together getting them all screwed up as I slid them down to my feet. I could feel it trying to come out as I squatted down an I almost did it on my leggings but I pulled them out of the way just in time. I relaxed my bottom and I started to poo instantly while I peed like a racehorse just like Sarah did. The relief of it was euphoric. Pure heaven and I could almost hear the angels singing it was so good. It was a good thing I decided to do it in the woods because I'm sure the toilet in the flat would have blocked with such a massive load. I wiped my bottom with the toilet roll Sarah brought along and we pulled our clothes up and walked away leaving my poo piled up next to the pool of Sarah's pee feeling three pounds lighter.

Tuesday, September 22, 2026

Thomas

Camping diarrhea

Not my proudest moment. When I was 18 I went on a camping trip with my family in Oregon, we're Canadian so it was our first time driving to another country. What I didn't know at the time was that I had a horrible stomach virus. I felt fine the morning of the trip, it wasn't until I ate lunch at a diner with my parents and two sisters (who were 15). In the car my stomach made a grumbling sound and it felt like air bubbles were passing through my intestines.
Farts were slipping out uncontrollably. Needless to say we had to pull over to the side of the road so I could let our butt pee that was violent. There was nothing for me to wipe with in the car, I had no choice but to use my sock. It was a humbling experience and my sisters were taunting me about it the rest of the way.
It doesn't end there, in the camper that night I shit myself in my sleep. Diarrhea destroyed my pants and drenched my legs. My family had to evacuate in the middle of the night from the smell. My sisters were extremely pissed and my parents were also annoyed and tired. I found a stream of water to wash my legs in. We ditched the bed sheets I was sleeping on and I slept on the bare mattress the rest of the trip. I started vomiting day 2. I couldn't help but vomit and shit all over myself and had to continue bathing in the creek. Naked and sick.
My one sister Madison tried to take a picture of me in my state. Even my other sister thought that was too far and told our parents and Madison got punished and had her phone taken away after our trip. Keeping food down was a challenge and I was constantly tired so I spent a good chunk of the trip sleeping in the camper. Worst experience of my life, that was 4 years ago and that was the last time I was severely sick. I went to the ER the day before we left. Since my sisters were making fun of me I kinda wanted them to get the virus as karma but they never did. It's something I never want to go through again especially on a trip.

Minappé

A few answers

Dear Anna, We are happy to read post from you again. We were all accustom to squat loos before but now we prefer Western style, though even with Western style we squat sometimes, especially Maho does. Squat loos becoming to be rarer in Japan.

Mina's mother told us some years ago, in Japan's schools when there was idea to change from Japanese style (squat) to western style (sit), some teachers said, big problem because schoolchildren must never stay more than 3 minutes in loo, it is not moral good thing, and if they can sit they will sit there for ever. Mina's mother knows that we like to sit there for ever and defecate like elephant, but there was (and still is) idea that man can sit there long time but sugar and spice fairy princess can't, Kazuko's mother also said that in past but not now.

Dear Norm, You know maybe that when one of us defecating, three crushes often talk to her (but not always; if we say with eyes, please don't talk, crushes are silent). In public place, we don't mind talking when it is need, but we don't like conversation. "Are you OK? " is no problem. "We will wait outside " also no problem.

We don't know if you read this, when we posted before, but when we were holiday in Wales, and visiting to pretty town, Kazuko had to go to public loo to stay very long time and fill toilet many times because she was a strong diarrhoea. Wales woman was there, and when Kazuko started new defecate after she flushed, that woman made nasty noise, because Hisae was outside Kazu's cubicle and said to her in Japanese "are you OK? Mummy says, stay as long time as you want. " Perhaps that woman was irritate because Hisae talking through loo door to Kazu while her (Kazu's) bottom super-busy. (It was lucky that when this woman made nasty noise, Hisae was in Ladies, not Maho. Because Maho maybe grab that woman by her hair and push her head into toilet next to Kazu's toilet. Maho is virago very much, sometimes.)

"Maholinn, kiss to Mina's neck AFTER she finish to type. " (Hisae and Kazuko spank to Maho while Mina typing this sentence.)

We hope this is good answer to you.

Love to Everybody.

Chakamami Family

Katie

Gas station accident

I'm Katie, I'm 19 year old, 5'5 with dark hair. I'm pretty thin but people have told me I have a ???? ass and cute breasts. Do you think I hate the most is pooping in public. Honestly I even hate pooping in private. I just don't like going to the toilet at all. Last night I ate a big dinner and it was right before I went to bed. I woke up for work the next day somewhat late so when I woke up, I jumped in the shower, got ready real fast and left the house.

While I was in the shower, my stomach already felt super full and I knew I would need to poop later, but it wasn't ready. Usually, I try at home anyway because I hate going at work, but I didn't have time. I wore a tight white tank top to work with white. Lululemon shorts. I wore beige and white striped bikini panties. I used to wear thongs all the time but last time I had an accident was in a thong so I don't risk it anymore and only wear a bikini style panties in case I do have an accident. By lunchtime at work, I had to go pretty bad. I decided to hold it until after work so I could go out of town. I got off at five and by three. I started to get nervous thinking I might not be able to make it. By 4 o'clock my butt felt full and ready to go. My stomach started to feel weird and I got nervous.

At this point, I was having to hold really tight or it might come out. The last hour I had to sit at my desk sitting on my heel to keep it from coming out. There were a couple close calls where my body pushed, but I held it together. The worst part was my friends were coming over to pregame before we went out. They were not supposed to be there until 7 PM so I figured I had enough time to get home and use the bathroom and shower before they got there.

5 o'clock finally hit it while I was speed walking to my car I had to freeze for a second. If I kept walking, the poop would've pushed its way into my panties. Finally, I got to my car, but the bad news is I have a 45 minute drive home. I was desperate and had to do anything to hold it. I crumbled up a shirt and put it right under my butt to try to put some pressure on it.

That was working pretty well, but my last battle was that I only had 20 miles until empty and I was supposed to get drinks from the gas station on the way home. There was a gas station 15 minutes from my house. I could make it to that also didn't ID me so I could buy drinks. As I was driving, I was doing my absolute best to not let loose. While I was getting close to the gas station, I made a plan to pop out, start putting gas in my car, then go get the drinks and be in and out.

I finally got to the gas station and I pulled up to the pump. I had been having waves of my body trying to push, but no accident yet. I got out to scan my card and start pumping gas. The first time I tried, it said it failed and had an error screen. Right then I felt something in my stomach. It took like 30 seconds to reset from the error screen. I was squirming and freaking out. Right as that screen cleared and I tried to put my card in again, my body tried to push, and I could not resist. I hunched over just a little bit and tried to suck it in, but my body overpowered me and began to push all this poop into my panties. I finally stopped it before it all got out. I definitely had a tiny bulge, but I still had to get drinks.

I waddled to the door and straight to the drinks while walking as far from the cashier as I could. I picked out the drinks and walked to the cash register. I felt that squishing in my panties as I stepped left to right. I got to the cash register and held out the drinks as far as I could to place them. They're trying to place myself as far from him as I could. I could already start to smell it so I'm sure he could too. He asked for my ID and of course it took me forever to get it out of the slip in my wallet. I gave it to him, paid and started walking out. I've been told I'm attractive so I hope he didn't look at my butt on the way out. He probably did and noticed that I had a little poop bulge.

When I got to my car, I had a missed texting. My friends were already there. This was horrific. I had no clue what I was going to do. I had a rag in my backseat I put in between my panties and my shorts so my white shorts didn't get boob stains. When I sat down, I felt it squish front and back inside to side. I still had a 15 minute drive home so I went as fast as I could and saw their cars outside.

The only way I could save myself was going through my bedroom door that was in the backyard. I discreetly went around the side as the poop was still squishing in my panties. I got into my bedroom and heard people talking by my door, so I ran to it and tried to lock it. When I tried to do that, I stepped on a T-shirt on the tile, slipped and landed right on my butt. I felt it squish everywhere when that happened. I shot right back up and got to the door to lock it. I went to my bathroom and peeled my poopy panties off. They were demolished. I hopped in the shower real fast, rinsed off and found different panties, but wore the same shorts.

Later that night we ended up in my room watching TV and when one of the girls went to the bathroom, I heard her yell "EWWW ". My heart sank. I realized I left my poopy panties on the floor. She pinched them in between her fingers and took him into my room and said Katie filled her panties with poop. I started sweating and told them the toilets at work broke and I just couldn't hold it. I was mortified and didn't talk to them for two weeks.

Nytecat

A hilariously off center skidmark.

Amazingly I got through all of August without any notable marks in my underwear. The closest I came was a couple of very faint vertical lines on the backside after a hot and sweaty days. Insignificant in the big scheme of things.

But my lucky streak ended at the start of this month. I was wearing a pair of light gray large Hanes men's briefs. It's tad too big for me, allowing it to slide around a bit on my bottom through the course of a day. I did my unremarkable daily poo including normal wiping so there was no reason to anticipate any surprises. But that night I needed to poop again before bed. I pulled my undies down to my knees and took a seat on the toilet. There it was. A big brown blotch near the left leg opening elastic. How did it get all the way over there?

Like all my other underpants, these briefs ride up on me. But due to being on the big side, this pair had enough slack for my butthole to get all the way to the edge of the material. It just looked odd not being in or close to dead center. In the end though, not a big deal. It came out completely in the laundry.

Sunday, September 20, 2026

Tricky

Re: Norm; Talking in the Toilet

Q: "Does anybody else find it irritating people talking to you or shouting in at you while you are taking a dump? "

A: I used to get embarrassed when people would try to converse with me while I was either in a private bathroom pooping and they'd talk to me outside the door, or in a public stall and they'd talk to me. It didn't matter who they were. I valued my privacy and hated it when other people knew I was on the toilet. And I didn't like to chat while I had my pants down while making awkward bodily noises from pushing excrement out of my butthole. It just didn't feel right.

It wasn't until my early 20s when I became comfortable enough with it that it no longer bothered me. I've even had conversations with members of the opposite sex while I did my business in a stall or portapotty(some of those stories which have been published here. See "The Mass Bike Ride " on Page 3078), and by that point, it didn't bother me in the least. Talking to people while I was on the toilet was nowhere near as embarrassing as them seeing me using it, and by then, I'd already gotten used to using doorless stalls.

The next story I post will be a coed pooping experience I had that occurred in a workplace setting, and involved a bit of friendly conversation. The Ladies' room became out of order and everyone had to share the Mens', as it was the only usable restroom in the building. During the course of the day that sometimes meant both sexes were in the Mens' room at the same time using the toilet next to each other. Eventually, I needed to poop, and there were women in the room as I waited for a stall to become available.

Thunder

Response to Leah

Thanks for your recount of a churchyard poo. When you have got to go, you have got to go! I have often wondered what I would do if I had an urgency , such as yours in the middle of suburbia? I think I would find somwhere secluded and have a dump . Never been in that position. I would worry about security cameras . Thanks. Thunder

Anna from Austria
Last weekend I did a trip to rural italy with some friends. After having a big lunch Nature took its course and I had to empty my bowels. As quite often in rural italy public toilets are still some old squat toilets. It is not the first time I have used them but I will never get used to use them. Somehow I never how to place my bumm in the right postion not to miss anything. At this point I had not time to worry about that isse because I was desperate. It turned out that my position was only partially right. my strong pee stream hit the rimm of the squat toilet with lots of force but at least the 2 turds I exppelled of my rear after some 2 loud farts hit the bowel. My urin still made quite a messs. I felt a little bad because I was not able to clean it up. There was no toilet paper and the tissues I had with me where just enought the clean my butt. And even with that task I was not completely scucessful. I noticed a stain on my panties the next time i had to use a restroom. That time it was modern restroom at reststop at the motorway.

This my story for today.

Greetings from Austria

Anna

Izzy

Taking a good dump uncorks the brain

I swear every time I have a truly satisfying dump I come up with the best ideas. Plus, there's something so uplifting about the entire experience.

Norm

Talking In The Toilet

I was in the nearby town this morning running errands and needed a dump so I went to a toilet in a shopping centre. If you are sitting on one of the toilets, you face the door, the urinals are on the left, sinks on the right and there are three stalls. I took the left one and had a reasonably good dump. It was long and all came out in one go. I was relaxing for a minute before the cleanup when two young guys came in chatting and took the other two stalls. While they were dropping their pants and getting seated on their toilets, they were still chatting and then continued chatting while they were s**ting. The guy in the far off one was farting a lot and dropping turds and the guy in the middle dropped a couple of turds as well and they continued chatting through all of that. Then they both started pulling off toilet paper and wiping their asses, finally stopped talking by then, and left after a few more minutes, the far off farter guy first. Neither of them flushed their toilets either unless the further away one was quieter which is very poor, dirty behaviour really. Pretty anti-social really leaving your logs, used paper and the smell from it festering in the bowl for the next pooper to deal with.

I found this was weird in a public loo. I understand for women, the ladies toilet is more than just for wee and poo it can be a social thing and place where they can chat, do their hair, clothes and make up etc. but the gents is different - very much more of a functional, operational place than a social area. If two guys know each other they generally just exchange a nod, hello or a few words at the urinals or sinks or on their way in or out of a cubicle but I never before heard two blokes having a sustained full conversation in a public loo punctuated by plops and farts while they are dumping their respective loads in adjacent cubicles.

Slightly different, a few months ago, we were in another town and had a drink in a pub. There was a couple nearby who we chatted to. She was nice, late 30s or early 40s, the bloke was a few years older and he was friendly as well. She went to the ladies nearby and was in there for a while so obviously she was taking a dump. He was a bit tipsy I think and put his head in the door of the ladies and started shouting loudly in the door asking her what she wanted to drink. Maybe she didn't mind but the fact he was shouting repeatedly for a while suggested she just wanted him to go away. It was all a bit silly, I even found it a bit irritating as I just thought why can't he just leave her finish her poo in peace as it wasn't an emergency. He could have sneaked an extra little drink himself in the meantime as well so he missed that chance!

Does anybody else find it irritating people talking to you or shouting in at you while you are taking a dump?

Darlene

Responding to Gbair

I think the problem here could be probably that the toilets are automatic and the toilets don't have that good of a flush for you not to push the button on the side as well. Whenever I do go into one of these toilets not only do I actually look back to see if everything has gone down but I usually have to flush it a couple of more times.

Either you have them where they flush nonstop or you can't get it to flush. It was only one time I left poop into the toilet and it was because I couldn't get it to flush. I feel bad for whoever walked into that stall. But, I just didn't know how to properly flush it.

Darlene

Replying to Bianca

I have to say a good traditional breakfast will make me poop along with eating leftovers from dinner last night or eating mexican as my brunch. Usually my poops have been loose in the morning as if I had diarrhea along with the wettest farts but I blame the eggs and broccoli from yesterday and today.

Yesterday, I had a seafood food boil for lunch that made me almost poop on myself. I thought it was a fart but instead it was a little bit more so I went into the bathroom and literally pushed a big mushy load out into the toilet along with a couple of farts echoing into the toilet. It hadn't even been an hour after I ate and already I desperately needed to poop.

Omega (pseudonym)

Becky's survey on Page 3189

Hi y'all I'm new to this website I am 13 years old and a boy

What's the longest you've held in a poop before?
Maybe around 4 days

Do you poop at school or do you hold it until you get home?
I poop wherever I have to, that's with a toilet provided.

Do you poop in public restrooms?
I actually don't care wether I'm going in public restrooms or not as long as I have to

Did you poop at school? Always since Grade 1

Will you poop in a portable toilet?
I have done this once or twice and I don't mind

Do you like to hold it sometimes?
Depends. I hold it when there is no toilet or when it's too crowded.

Nytecat

A hilariously off center skidmark.

Questions for Taylor

Hey Taylor, I liked your recent post. I have a few questions for you

You mentioned an "involuntary push " that causes your poop to come out. What exactly do you mean when that happens? Do you just mean you poop automatically without bearing down, or is it a different sensation?

I like to think I've gotten better at allowing my body to do the heavy lifting with pooping over the past few years. I used to sit down, immediately bear down and, frankly, strain to the point where I was holding my breath, and I would always wind up going. But I had a few scares with blood when I did that and it really made me re-assess what I was doing. Through a combination of dietary changes, a better understanding of how the muscles are supposed to work, and generally trying to be more patient on the toilet, the process has gotten much easier. Even when I do need to push, I try to keep it gentle enough to where I can still breathe. Sometimes, just breathing a little deeper than normal is enough of a "push " to move things down.

How do you guys handle it when pooping takes a little bit of effort?

Darlene

Responding to Gbair

Darlene

Morning poop

I noticed how I had a urge to really have a BM this morning. As I can recall my last BM was earlier yesterday evening and usually that would be my second one of the day but it wasn't as it was my first and I remember that poop being really sticky and definitely bigger because it two flushes because the toilet paper I used didn't go down but my poop definitely did.

But, this morning was different. I didn't really have to push as it was more than ready to go out and it was plop after plop into the toilet. I finally feel much better and would prefer to have much softer BM's instead of harder ones.

Lobo

bowel movement loading

I ate two bags of sugar free gummy bears and wanted to give a livestream of sorts on what's been happening since.

My stomach is so bloated and my guts are a gurgling mess. I don't really need to have diarrhea yet, I barely feel any poo inside me, just a bunch of gas. My bowels are really noisy, like I can hear my guts gurgling out loud, and I've been farting a lot leading up to me writing this.

I ate the first bag at 5, and maybe around 6 I started burping a bit and feeling a mild clenching feeling in my guts, and feeling a little bubbling. My belly gradually became more bubbly until right after 7 when the first audible gurgles came in. Around 7:30 I ate the second bag. My stomach started really clenching up and feeling like it was being squeezed around 8, and for the last two hours my stomach gurgles have been getting progressively louder, my farts are more frequent, and I'm starting to get more than mildly uncomfortable.

My farts are really hot, I've been scared to let them out and mess my panties. And the last couple have been getting kinda wet. I really just want to shit, my stomach has felt so backed up and I really need to get it all out.

I drank a mug of senna tea and ate one bag of gummies Saturday night, but I didn't really have diarrhea. My bowels were loose, but they weren't very urgent or frequent.

So now I just feel clogged but was still having light stomach cramps and gurgling earlier in the day.

I'm really hoping this clears me out, I don't feel the need to poop quite yet, so I'm going to eat some food and see if that helps my bowels move. I've been drinking water but can probably drink more. I don't want to rush the process, having a slower build this time is helpful. I just don't like feeling gassy and bloated. Farting out the gas is so relieving, and the sensation of it bubbling is cathartic, but when it just sits there it makes me feel so gross.

I'm laying on my left side now, so my digestion is moving faster than when I started this, since I was on my back.

I'm a little worried about how gurgle my belly will be once I stand up, but I need to eat, I haven't eaten since noon.

I also need more water, water will help it all flush out.

I know I need a poo bad because I also was really crampy in my intestines, especially on my sides, after the candies today. Something big needs to come out. I'm gonna be painting my toilet bowl soon, I can tell this bout of diarrhea is going to be harsh. I'm burning a lot, and I don't burp unless I've got a nasty shit on the way.

I stood up and burped a few times after. My stomach got giggly and I needed to fart, and it was hot. There's a lot of pressure at my hole, but I'm still not shitting, my body is trying to break down a really big poo so I know it'll take a while.

I had a few more hot farts, one of which happened after drinking more water. The audible gurgling has slowed down, which is disappointing. I love hearing my guts gurgle and turn my shits to mush when I have the runs, and I need that feeling right now. But water helps that so I'm going to drink some more water.

I farted while I was bent over, and I can tell my farts are starting to be less and less trustworthy. They keep getting wetter, and I keep feeling big pressure in my rectum and against my hole. I can't hear the gurgles, but that water really made my stomach feel giggly and bubbly. Gonna drink more.

The water is sloshing around inside me, I've got this nasty queasy feeling like my bowel movements are really absorbing as much water as they can from my intestines but they're already so wet.

I can't wait til I start spewing this liquid dump I need to take. I'm so tired of being backed up. I drank more water and can feel a big rock just sitting in my guts slowly being dissolved into sludge. But there's so much gas in my stomach is like a balloon that needs to pop before my bowels will open.

Drinking more water. I got up after to put my pizza in the over and grab my pasta when my stomach suddenly let out an audible gurgle and got super bubbly. I belched three big hot burps then let out a hot wet fart, and now the urge to poop is STRONG. There's a burning sensation in my stomach, and I felt pressure shoot to my hole quickly. I sat down on my bed to rub my aching guts. I don't have to run to the bathroom yet, I'm just starting to feel desperate for the toilet. I'm just waiting to go until it feels lime I won't have to strain.

My guts are bubbling, and that burning sensation is still there, it feels like hot lava inside me. I'm really bloated and gassy, I'm drinking more water than going to attempt food. The left side of my guts are surging with water, I'm really going to need to go soon, I can feel my guts themselves for a big mudslide. I'm still letting off some hot, nasty burps especially right after drinking water. I can feel water sloshing all around in my stomach, and I can feel my guts trying to push it all out. I feel slightly nauseous, so I'm waiting on water and food for a bit. I keep feeling the urge to push and bare down for a fart or a poo, but nothing is coming out. More water it is, I can feel it all wanting to slide out, but it's still not wet enough.

My burps aren't hot anymore, they're very "sudsy " almost. I got up to get my pizza out the oven and felt a strong urge to poo, but I still feel like I'd have to bear down to get it out. I'll try more water and some food and see what happens.

Got up to cut my pizza, and I heard my stomach gurgle and had another sudsy burp. Felt a lot of pressure and felt I should just stir on the toilet. I didn't have to push; a messy long slide out of me. I know there's more that needs to come out, so I'm sitting here until I feel like my first evacuation is complete. My stomach is bubbling and squelching, and I can feel a messy poo about to splatter out of me. Let go of another hot, wet fart. I just need another wave of poo to come. I'll have to wait, I guess, not as much action now after eating.

When it kicks in I'll post an update.

Thursday, September 17, 2026

Gbair

Toilet unflushed often?

Hi I heard that the ladies restroom toilet is usually got 1 or 3 toilets left full of poop at my work. I also see that people don't wash their hands when leaving.

Is it just me or does anyone else see this??

Thx

Leah

Churchyard poo

Hey guys! This happened just last night (Saturday)
I am not known for public pooping and I have been a very naughty girl, so I feel like I'm in a church making a confession.

So last night I had a great night in a nightclub, although I never go in nightclubs this night makes a change, I had a great night of drinking and dancing, and before I left I only needed to pee, great, I thought nothing of it.

At about 3am I was walking home, I got pretty close when I got hit with a massive cramp, I put my hand on my stomach and I could definitely feel my poo was coming, but even though I was close I was still too far away from home, I had to take drastic action.

So I came up to a churchyard, I normally use this one to pee in after a night out, I had never had a poo in here until last night, it's only a small place.
So I desperately ran up the dark path, off the road I came on and found a dark little alcove, it looked like a low wall you could sit on, I quickly looked around and at 3am, nobody was going to be walking past.
So I lifted my dress and pulled my pink thong down to my knees and squatted down low to the ground.
I couldn't even fart, my bum was full of poo and it came out very quickly, it was so dark I couldn't even see how big it was, but it was a good couple days worth of poo just come out of me.

I reached around me for leaves on the ground, now we're coming into autumn. I had one hand on my dress and one hand for wiping my bum, and to be fair, leaves are big and they do a good job. My poo stank of nothing but alcohol, which I suppose was good,
Once I got home I peed before I went to bed, and I wiped my bum again and there was a little bit of poo, I used a few sheets to finish.
And my thong has a small skidmark.

I have to say that I enjoyed squatting and having a poo outdoors! But it was just a one off, so it's a shame I can't join your outdoor pooping club.

I'm starting my new job this week, so let's see if or how my bowels change.

Elvia

Automatically flushing toilets

Other people have been talking about them, so I thought I'd mention some of my own encounters with them! From a parent's perspective, it can be tough when they're the only kind available in public because I don't think I've ever seen a little kid that wasn't afraid of them. They are very loud! And that's not even the only problem for parents! If my husband or kids are in the stall or restroom with me, just them moving around can trigger it while I'm still sitting which can be very surprising. I like to flush before standing up whether or not I'm alone and they can be surprisingly difficult to get to flush when sitting down.

Bianca

Odd

Hi again. Has anyone had an odd breakfast that made them poop? My weird one was a lean cusene quesadilla with my cup of instant coffee. I was interested to see if I actually would poop afterwords. I ate the quesadilla cold, but I like some things that way lol! The poop was loose, but worth it.

Taylor

To Mina

Hi Mina, yes I am the Taylor from before with my identical twin sister Shelbi. Thank you for remembering us! When I use the loo at home or in public I also close the lid but these automatic toilets didn't have any lids!

Taylor

Bianca

Post

Hello! Does anyone love hearing stories from people with different poop anatomy? I talked about the j pouch, and that it's a new rectum. However, i think you can also do pouch to rectum. Stories from j pouchers come from sufferers of UC. Come to think of it, that would be more manageable than changing a bag. Can you imagine changing an ostomy blind? Also, I'm sure nowadays they can do a colon j pouch. If I ever became a pouch pooper, diet would suck sometimes due to blockages etc. I am a strong enough person that this would be no problem. For an update. Haven't pooped yet today.

Answers to Pete's Survey:

1) Do you do your Number 2 regularly in the same place?
Yes. In the first toilet that opens in the 2nd floor girls' room.

2) Yes, In the toilets in the front of the row as the first ones open.

3) See above.

4) Do you go at the same time each day? I will wait a couple of minutes until I can see evidence of a student about finishing up.

5) Do you see any of your colleagues each time?
If you mean students--Yes! Some finish and walk right over to our classroom.

6) What do you do on the weekend?
If I'm up at school working, I might slip into the faculty bathroom. Sometimes, though, I will still use a student toilet. I like the convenience and the privacy.

Taylor

Waterfall at the waterfalls

I was at Ingleton Waterfalls Trail today with my walking group and it rained all day. Absolutely tipped it down and it wasn't long at all before I was completely drenched. After a couple of hours I really needed a wee but there's no toilets and I couldn't wait until we made it back to the start. I was cold and wet anyway so when everyone stopped to take photos I stepped away from the group a little and just let go. I stood with my legs squeezed together and let it happen. It took a few seconds for my body to register what I was asking but soon enough I started peeing in my leggings and down my legs. It was so delicious and warm! I had a huge wee, I think the main gush was about 30 seconds and I spent close to a minute standing there repeatedly finding a little more to come out but it felt so good afterwards! I had an empty bladder and my legs were warm and nobody had any idea!

When we returned to the coach I changed into dry clothes and nobody knew I had completely emptied my bladder into my leggings earlier.

Darlene

Morning poop

Heather

Yesterday's Dump and replies!

Hi all! Just wanted to say thanks for the kind welcome and replies! Figured I'd answer a few questions!

To Sean: about maybe once a month I'll see a toilet clogged with unflushed poo. You'd be surprised how much the women I work with lay some pretty big dumps! Myself included haha!
Although I've never clogged a toilet myself, I have had to poop in an already clogged toilet out of necessity. The last time this happened to me I was at a baby shower for one of my friends last year at a church and this poor church bathroom only had two stalls and I had to poop so had no other choice but to pile on top of it! That maybe a story for another day!

To Marina: thanks for the welcome! I enjoyed your story as well!

To Keven: yes! It's sometimes so hard to wait until the class is over or breaks! On many occasions I've had to have an aide watch my class while I visit the restroom!

On to this weeks story

This one happened during my planning period last week in a different staff bathroom closer to our main office.

My boyfriend and I had Mexican food the night before and safe to say it had been catching up to me all morning. I had let out a few farts at my desk and boy was I ready to release. I had been holding it since mid morning. The kids were at specials so I finally had a free block. The pressure had turned soft and urgent, the kind that tells you it is going to be messy. I walked down the hall wearing dark brown corduroy pants, a soft sage green sweater, and black loafers. Underneath I had on a pair of pink panties.

The staff bathroom has four regular stalls in a row along the left wall and a larger handicapped stall at the far end. Beige tile floors, pale green walls, the long mirror over the double sink, and the usual humming fluorescent lights. When I walked in three of the regular stalls were already taken.

In the first stall I could see a pair of bright red sneakers with white laces under the door. That was Sarah, one of the second grade teachers. I could hear her already peeing, a steady stream that went on for a good while. In the second stall were worn black ankle boots. That was Jessica, the art teacher. From the sounds she was pooping. There were a couple of soft grunts and then solid sounding plops. In the third stall I saw tan walking shoes. That was Maria, one of the aides. She was also peeing, a lighter faster stream than Sarah's.

I took the handicapped stall, locked the door, sat on the toilet. and pushed my corduroy pants and pink panties down to my knees. I sat and almost immediately the main event started. What came out was soft and crackley as it released, a series of dry snappy sounds mixed with heavier wet thuds as each piece dropped into the water. A couple of gentle soft puffs of air slipped out between the crackling pieces, quiet and short. The smell was almost immediate as they all knew I was having a messy dump.

While I was going I could track the others. Sarah finished her pee, flushed, and I heard her stall door open. Jessica was still going a few stalls down. Another couple of heavier plops came from her stall followed by the sound of her shifting and then toilet paper being pulled. Maria finished peeing, flushed, and also left. A moment later Jessica flushed too and I heard her step out and start washing her hands.

I stayed seated a little longer to make sure everything was out. One last gentle puff and a final crackling drop finished it. The smell was really strong by then, filling the whole bathroom.

I stood up with my pants and pink panties still around my knees. I know wiping standing up is a debated topic for some people. Some say it is the only clean way, others insist you should stay seated. I have always done it standing. I pulled a long stretch of the thin white toilet paper, folded it into a thick pad, and reached back between my cheeks. The mess had been soft enough underneath the crackle that the first pad came away heavily stained. I folded another and wiped again, pressing the soft paper into the crack and carefully cleaning around my hole. It took several more folds, each one coming away with less but still needing another pass, until the paper finally stayed mostly clean. I used a lot of paper that day.

Once I was clean I pulled my pink panties back up first, settling them into place, then tugged my corduroy pants up over them and smoothed the waistband. I flushed once. The water swirled but some of the mess was still visible so I flushed a second time until it was gone. The smell lingered heavily even after that.

Just as I was finishing the outer door opened and another teacher came in. I recognized the voice of Ruby, the kindergarten teacher, as she headed into the handicapped stall which I had freshly just pooped in!

I met Jessica at the sinks. We finished washing our hands at the same time. Sarah had already left. Jessica was drying her hands and said, "That art room must be freezing again. My hands are always cold after being in there. " I smiled and answered, "At least this bathroom stays warm. " Jessica laughed quietly and added, "True. Busy in here during planning period though. " We both finished up, gave each other a quick polite nod, and she walked out while I dried my hands.

I headed straight back to my classroom. Planning period was still going and the room was quiet. I sat down at my desk feeling so much lighter and better and ready for my class to come back. Appreciate the kinds words and hope you enjoyed my story!

Talk soon
Heather

Céline

I had to use a clogged toilet

Yesterday, I was having brunch at this nice little cafe downtown with two friends. I hadn't been able to go number two before I left home. However, mid-brunch, the urge struck me big time. It must have been all the food, or the extra large latte. As soon as we were done with the food, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. It was located downstairs.
To my dismay, the single woman cubicle was locked. I was hoping that the lady in there would be done soon, and indeed, a couple of seconds later, the door opened and a girl about our age came out. She told me that the toilet is broken and I noticed that she was visibly upset. I thanked her for telling me and decided to go to the men's. Unfortunately, it was locked too, and I was getting really desperate. I asked myself "how bad can it be? " and decided to check out the woman's after all.
There was a slight smell in the room and the toilet lid was closed. I opened it carefully, only to notice that the girl was right: the toilet was clogged with paper floating and her big poos in the drain. The water level wasn't all too high, so I thought to myself "You know what? F- it, I better just go here ". I pulled down my jeans and panties and slammed my bum on the seat. I was already turtleheading at this point, so my poo started to get out immediately. It felt so good to finally relax! My first poo dropped with a sound, but then I had to do some more. Finally, I wiped and pulled my panties and jeans back up. It felt wrong not to flush, but honestly, there was no hope for everything to go down. I washed my hands and got back to my friends. Thank goodness, no one else was waiting for the ladies.
Before we left, one of my friends had to use the bathroom. When she came back, she was amused that she had to use the men's! I played innocent and didn't say anything.

Have you ever had to use a clogged toilet? Maybe Ellie J?

Darlene

Answering a question down below

I usually hover over any public toilet seat because you just never know who or what has touched the toilet seat. In case I do have to poop, I will grab a few squares of toilet paper to line the toilet seat before seating down. However, I have heard that it is better to sit rather than hover because it tenses your pelvic muscles and stops your bladder from emptying completely.

But, I only do sit when I am at home because it's cleaner and way better than a public seat which everyone uses. I've just always been taught to never sit on public seats when I first was potty trained and it just stuck with me. Along with pulling my pants all the way down to the floor as well, I usually just have them halfway as well.

I think I would've still gone but it would have to be a way that nobody could see what I was doing if it wasn't a door. I have only been in those situations a handful of times and have went because I had to go then/there otherwise I would had peed myself.

Tuesday, September 15, 2026

Minappé

Answer to Scooter

Dear Scooter:

You ask if anyone in this site poo naked. Easy to answer. We four always do, in summer, autumn and spring, and also winter in beige loo because beige flat is very warm during our breakfast there. And when we all poo in green flat at a week-end we are also birthday suit, because we warm tatami room, we always need that room after poo at week-ends. Tatami room is near to loo. We agree with you, birthday suit is very comfortable for defecate.

But thee is a problem. What we do if huge earthquake is happened while we defecating? Lucky thing is, we live in very high flat, it is better we fall on collapse building than collapse building fall on us. So we stay in flat. Actually we all have experience of feel earthquake while we defecating, but always not so big one. So we stay on loo in birthday suit and continue splat, splat, splat. And of course, when we take bath or shower, we have to be birthday suit, it is no meaning to have bath with wearing clothes.

When Kazuko was college student, she often defecated naked in her college because even in summer toilet is not air-conditioning. And for her it is need to stay there very long time because she defecate again and again and again until she quite empty. So she put off all her clothes and hang on peg, then she sit on loo and produce her splats for 15 or 20 minutes, then wash and dry her bottom, put on all clothes and flush loo, then she go out.

We hope this is good answer for your question.

Love to Everybody.

Chakamami Family

Thunder

Inconvenient Pooing

We had been away and my partner, due to medication had been constipated so she had some tablets last night to make her poo. I left for work
And soon later we were due to have some tradesmen arrive to do some work. My partner, call her P had a sudden need for the toilet and it was pouring out of her. There was a knock on the door ( tradesmen) and she could not get off the toilet right away , they then called me to say there was nobody home , I said there was ! Anyway P got off the pot for long enough to open the door and let them in. Ladies and Gentlemen that is not all ! After the men left she had another urgency and severely crapped her pants …., she ran outside. Fortunately it was warm and the back yard is private so she washed her clothing under the tap and hosed herself off . People we know live in a home unit , they have a daughter who is mentally challenged, but with support she gets by quite well . There had just been a fatality at the units and the police arrived this girl , we will call her W was on the toilet when the police knocked on the door and asked to come in and look around . Her brother answered the door and she yelled out to the police that she has not had a poo for a few days and would be on the toilet fir a while so the police would have to wait !

Thunder

sundry Report

I note Mina said that in Japan the lid of the toilet should be down before flushing…. I have heard d lot about this and it reduces bacterial spay that happens during the flush. Unfortunately many public toilets do not have lids where I come from. Have arrived home from holidays and had a holiday from my laxatives. I did some hard chunky poos and constipation was not a problem. Had to have a BM in the plane….. it was big and hard but came out quickly, wiping bottom was not successful so delegated that to my Depends and used the bidet when I came home.

Bianca

Twice In A Week

Hi folks. I had 2 disgusting poohs to report. One happened after a curry chicken salad. This poop was a mixture of chunks with liquid. This morning I completed a messier consistency. I had to stop my breakfast with that urge. My ice coffee might have gotten things moving as it tasted a bit strong. All for now. Bye.

Keven

Responses

Hey! I read a lot, but I seldomly write back. Here are some responses! Later, when I get time, I'll contribute properly.

Ethan: My dog would always come in the bathroom if I didn't shut the door. It was a little annoying when trying to do my business. I also felt kind of bad when they came in, haha.

Jules: Nice story about the plugged toilet in the lobby, I assume you work(ed) at a hotel or at a casino. As someone that travels for work, this happens to me too. A few years ago I clogged my toilet with an abnormally thick turd (It looked like a grenade). I called the front desk and they sent maintenance up to my room. When the guy came and went in the bathroom and opened the lid, he gasped and was surprised. Luckily cleanup was easily.
I've also had the experience of going after someone that clogged the toilet many times, including one time in Milwaukee airport where I got there early to wait for a flight and went into the men's washroom after security. An older teenager walked out of the handicapped toilet and I went in and I noticed a bad smell. After I locked the door, I noticed a thick turd, like the one I had done in the hotel the previous story. It covered the hole of the toilet and wouldn't flush. I went ahead and dropped a foot long log that was 2-3 inches thick as I hadn't gone for a few days. The toilet wouldn't flush, so I had to leave it.

Heather: Best of luck to your teaching schedule! I can't imagine having to hold it all day or only go in between breaks!

Pete's survey:
1. Do you do your number two regularly in the same place?
Yes, normally at home are on the way home from work at a gas station or grocery store.

2. If so where?
(See above.)
3. If you do not use the same toilet or set of toilets for your daily dump, do you keep a record of where you do it?
Yes, I do keep a record.

4. Do you go at about the same time each day?
I used to go in the evenings, now it's early afternoons.

5. If you do, do you see any of your colleagues each time?
Rarely, and thank goodness for that.

6. What do you do at the weekend?
I normally go during the weekend, usually at least once or twice.

ALGuy
Anna from Austria,

They still use the shelf toilets in Austria? Happy pooping!

Question for Darlene

Why at the laundry did you decide to hover over the toilet rather than seat yourself? How often and under what conditions do you sit right down?
My parents say I might see things differently when I get older. But I don't know. What would you have done if there hadn't been a privacy door?
Like your stories! Thanks.

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Question for Darlene