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Bianca

Stomach Bug

Hi everyone. Mom, my brother, and I all got a stomach bug. As far as I know, none of us had diarrhea (I know I didn't). Last night, I went to the toilet to be sick 3 times, and I even did some forced farts. My pooping today was soft, and I went almost 3 times. To the person who wrote the pull my finger story, how awesome. That was odd how your grandma crapped herself, but didn't clean up right away. I personally, would feel disgusted in my own poop. Hopefully afterwords she laughed the incident off, and promised not to try to fart so hard. Here's something I thought about just now. Some time ago while in my brother's truck, I heard a car pass with their speakers raspy as if the voice coil was about to blow, and I was thinking that's almost what a fart sounds like. It was a scratchy sound, and I imagined a medium crackly fart, lol! Also, the sewer is leaking water again, but no signs of poop. Bye


Josie

First post here

Hello everyone! I'm Josie and this is my first post here, I found this amazing website one month ago and I really enjoy reading your story about toilet.
I'll describe myself first. I'm 37 years old, weight about 50kg, 162cm tall. I have long black hair, black eyes and brown skin.
Beacuse all of my family members are quite open about bathroom things, we never close the door when using bathroom at home, maybe I will talk about them many times in the future, so I'll also had a little describe (Please forgive my wordiness£©. My husband James is 38 years old, has blonde hair green eyes, wear glasses. I have two daughters, Carol and Jane. Carol is 16 years old, has black hair brown eyes, Jane is 14, has long blonde hair and blue eyes.
Now on to my story. I'm new here so I actually didn't know how to write my story well in this website, so for the first time, I'll just share about my pooping experience today.
About 8:30 in the morning today, I left home and headed for company. All of a sudden, the urge of pooping hit me. I looked at the map, and went to a nearby public bathroom. When I walked in it, I saw a guy peeing there and I realized that this bathroom is unisex. I want to leave but the urge was strong, so I walk into a stall and squat down. I pushed really hard for five minutes, but only a few small pieces came out with a lot of gas. I decided to leave, because I 'm not used to squat toilet, and it won't be a wise idea to poop in unisex bathroom. On the way to the company, I farted couple of times, and the urge of "pooping"just disappear.
On 13:00, when I was eating my lunch in the cafeteria, the urge of poop came to me again. I thought it was still gas so I just ignored it and tried to fart. But the fart smell was too stinky just for a normal fart, so I went to bathroom again. There are only one stall in the bathroom, and there's one another girl waiting in front of me, it seem she's not in a hurry. When waiting, I tried my best to hold it in, but still failed, I ripped a loud fart that stinks a lot. The girl in front of me let me to stand in front of her. I went into the stall, sit on the toilet, after ripping a few farts, a lot of soft turds was been pushed out. About six big turds and five smaller ones. After emptied myself I flushed two times and the toilet flushed everything down.
One hour ago, when I was taking a shower, James went in and sit on the toilet starting his "before sleep poop". Two minutes later, I felt like pooping again, but I'll have to wait James to finish pooping. I keep letting out many small toots, but suddenly, James asked me if I want to poop because I look uncomfortable, I said yes, so he will be hurry. Five minutes later, James has finished, I can't hold my load anymore so I rushed to the toilet as soon as James stand up. brrraaaaapppp plip-plip-plop-plop, starting with a wet fart, I pooped out many mushy poop. When I finished, I realized I had made a mistake: both James and I are pooping more than usual, and I started to bomb the toilet before James flush his load, now the toilet was full of poop. So me and James spend half an hour dredging it.

To Taylor: I enjoy the story of you and Jennifer pooping, seems like you two are very close friends.

To Carlie B: Nice story, I remember when I was in college, there's a girl who is pretty mean, so I took a big dump and clogged her toilet

To Catherine: Like your stories, it makes me feel happy that we both have two daughters.

To Mina: Your stories were awesome. I really hoped that I can have that kind of friends like Maho Kazuko and Hisae


Vincene

Bathroom-related discussions

At my financial services company, my youthful (relatively) age (30s) has caused management to assign me interns for supervision. Most are in college and about 20 or 21. Two summers ago Kellie was one of my assignments. We have a 3-stall bathroom on our floor in a high-rise building. It is close to our cubicles so we can see who goes in, how long they stay, and sometimes get a whiff of whatever they eliminated. Some of the users know what smell they've created and they pull the door shut when they leave with their hands. That cuts off their community spread of what they've eliminated.

On the first or second day of her internship, Kellie asked me about logging out of her program to use the bathroom. I told her that wasn't necessary, because I would answer her phone. I made a joke that like me I expected she was proficient at the 2 or 3 minute time limit that most of us would have had to sweat in high school just to make it on time to our next class. She laughed and said she always found ways to F**k up such situations. Both her language and the tease caught my attention and while Kellie was tending to her needs, I easily convinced myself that I wanted to invite her out for a drink or two after work that afternoon.

So that afternoon we finished our work and went to a small bar on the first floor of our office tower. Once we got our table, luckily in a cramped corner, she laid her purse on the floor, said she had to use the bathroom, but she got her heel tangled in her purse strap. She practically fell over the table and her lighter and the other contents went sliding out into the main aisle. She said, rather loudly, "I just think I shit myself!" At least five minutes had gone by and since I hadn't heard anything from Kellie, I walked to the bathroom door and knocked. I asked her if she was OK and I could hear the frustration in her voice. She unlatched the door to the small bathroom while still seated on the single toilet Her designer jeans were crumpled on the floor and she had a roll of toilet paper on her left thigh and with her right hand at ankle level she was lifting pieces of black crap from her blue thong and trying to wipe away as much of the disaster as possible.

Kellie held her legs up and I awkwardly pulled her thong off her, right after I got her out of her shoes. She was on the verge of crying when I told her it was best to throw her thong in the trash. After doing that both she and I worked on cleaning her rear off. Then she told me to stop, she slid back on the badly stained white seat (not due to her accident) and I heard her pee start to trickle into the water below her. Two other ladies had come to the door and I had to shoo them off, telling her they could just as easily use the guys' room next door.

Once we got back to our table, Kellie remained embarrassed, pulled a cigarette out of her purse, and said the needed it to steady her nerves. So I went outside the building where smoking was allowed and tried to humor her into calming down. She said she had been holding her crap in since 11 that morning. It hadn't helped that we had large tri-decker burgers for lunch, and that she was too embarrassed to crap near our desks because the smell of the bathroom as well as the noise is easily spread outside the door. She had even tried going upstairs to one of the top floors, but was stopped by security because her badge was not marked appropriately for that floor.

As we had our drinks and discussion over two hours or so Kellie said her problems started in like 2nd grade when she was so scared of making a messy in her dressy that she sat down without lowering the seat. She ended up falling in, her mother was called up to school with new clothing, and classmates that included a group of really mean guys said inappropriate things to her for a couple of years. She hit one of the boys when he said something really nasty to her and a group of the boys tried later that day when a teacher wasn't around to drag Kellie into their bathroom and shove her head into a urinal.

As her story continued I found she had a bad experience in middle school because most of the stall doors had been removed and at age 12 or 13 who has the confidence in their body to pee or crap with others looking on and waiting for their turn. The situation wasn't any better in high school where her mom was critical of smears on her underwear and Kellie not taking ample time to thoroughly wipe. She was worried about tardies to class. Twice she had to stop a crap in progress and evacuate the school because some student prankster pulled a fire alarm.

I told her about some of my embarrassing experiences: missing the toilet seat tissues when I changed high schools at 16, but learning to site bare-butt on toilets and getting much better results when doing so. What really helped us bond was when I took out my phone and I showed her the picture my boyfriend Diver took of a portable toilet unit inches from the curb of a construction area on the main street of our city. I was college age, had been heavily drinking with Diver the night before, and on a Sunday morning I decided I couldn't make it back to our apartment in time to avoid an accident. I was on that toilet preventing my accident when the door was flung open by a man who didn't know it was in use. He was startled and for several seconds I was exposed to dozens of cars whizzing by and some honks. Too hurried, I had simply forgotten to latch the door. Kellie ended up joining our softball team, and even traveled with Diver and I to an outstate tournament. She gained more confidence in using public bathrooms and is starting her MBA.


Eileen

Reply to Mike

Hi Mike , great to hear from you again . I'm sorry to hear you've been feeling down , I hope I can uplift your spirits at least a little .
I haven't had any really huge poops lately , today's poop was 2 solid pieces , each one was about 3" long . Most of my poops are solid ones , it's very rare for me to have loose or watery BMs . I'm 5ft 6ins , that's without heels , I have short black hair , a slender build but I'm not TOO thin . My eye colour is blue . What do you look like , Mike ? ? With darker nights on the way , maybe eating too many treats while watching TV my poops will probably be bigger and a bit harder to get out during the winter months . That's it for now , I think , I hope you feel happier from now on , Mike . xxx

Shannon

Replies

Hi everyone! After my story from the other night I said I would be back with a couple of replies.
Catherine: I love that your chat with Alan went so well! :) it delights me that you were able to share something with your SO thats important to you and he was accepting and supportive. Thats what its all about! Also, LOL at you saying Chloe. And thank you for your concern about my last accident. I am ok. Just still a little cringey when i think about it, but i was pretty much over it the next day...ya know, since i am kind of used to it! Please keep writing!

Trina: your accident walking back to your dorm was highly relatable to me since many of my accidents have happened while I was heading home. I'm glad your roommate didn't notice that you had also pooped yourself! I'm sure that saved you a good amount of embarrassment. I managed to get through college (well the years I actually went i mean) without having any accidents on campus thank God, but there was an occassion a lot like your experience where I barely got back to my apartment before I filled my pants in the front hallway. It was memorable because my roommates were both home and one was in the bathroom, so I had to stand there awkwardly waiting for the bathroom. When my other roommate came out of her room I quickly hurried into my room to avoid talking to her. I wound up hiding in my room with a load in my pants for 10 or 15 minutes before I was able to sneak off to the bathroom to clean myself up.
Please keep posting your stories!

xoxo
Shannon


Catherine

Flatulence Survey

We have so many new contributors to the forum now! I wondered if you all would be willing to do a few surveys I shared a while back!

1. How often do you fart?
2. Do your farts tend to be noisy or silent?
3. Do your farts smell?
4. Have you every accidently farted out loud in a situation that it was not appropriate?
5. Have you ever accidently farted a silent but deadly in a situation that was not appropriate?
6. When you are alone, how do you manage to handle an attack of smelly gas? Do you leave the room and go to the restroom? Light a candle? Or, just let it rip?
7. When you have a case of gas that causes loud farts, but relatively little to no smell, how do you handle that when you are with others? Do you excuse yourself to the restroom? Do you step outside or away from the group? When you are alone, how do you handle it?
8. Do you ever take medicine to ease gas?
9. Do you ever do anything naughty when you fart? (Sometimes I will sit on a hard chair or stool and force the fart out to see how loud I can do it. Others might fart in people's faces or something. What do you do?)
10. Do you enjoy farting?
11. Have you ever farted but blamed someone else?
12. Has farting ever made you cry or blush?
13. Women, when peeing, do you fart?
14. When peeing in a public restroom, and you have to fart, do you just let it rip, or do you try to hold it and still empty your bladder?
15. Do you fart when you poop or diarrhea?
16. Has anyone ever shamed you for farting?
17. Have you shamed someone else for farting?
18. Is there anything else that you would like to say about farting?

Thank you for your answers!

Love,

Catherine!


Catherine

Diarrhea Survey

1. How often do you get diarrhea?
2. When do you decide that you are sick with diarrhea? Is it after the first loose stool, the second, or multiple trips to the bathroom?
3. When you have an attack of diarrhea, how long does it last? Have you ever had diarrhea last longer than 2-3 days?
4. What was your best experience with diarrhea?
5. What was your worst?
6. If you could choose how you experience diarrhea, how do you prefer to experience it? Large amounts, chunky, mushy, runny, smoothe, explosive, a combination?
7. Have you ever had diarrhea in a public restroom? On a date? Out with friends? And, I'm thinking not only did you have one loose stool, but maybe multiple trips to the bathroom.
8. Have you ever had an accident with diarrhea? If so, was it a squirt, small amount, or have you ever done the whole massive amount as an accident?
9. Do you wear disposable undergarments when having diarrhea?
10. Do you go to work or school with diarrhea or do you try to stay at home and ride it out?
11. When you have diarrhea, do you eat and drink normally, bland foods or try to avoid food all together?
12. Do you sit on the toilet for a long time or do you make several trips to the bathroom for short amounts of time?
13. What gives you diarrhea?
14. Have you ever had diarrhea while looking very attractive or does it come when you haven't fixed hair and make up?
15. Has diarrhea ever embarrassed or humiliated you?
16. Anything else that you want to say about diarrhea?

Thank you all so much! Please contribute!

Love to all!

Catherine!


Eileen

Reply to Mike

Hi Mike , great to hear from you again . I'm sorry to hear you've been feeling down , I hope I can uplift your spirits at least a little .
I haven't had any really huge poops lately , today's poop was 2 solid pieces , each one was about 3" long . Most of my poops are solid ones , it's very rare for me to have loose or watery BMs . I'm 5ft 6ins , that's without heels , I have short black hair , a slender build but I'm not TOO thin . My eye colour is blue . What do you look like , Mike ? ? With darker nights on the way , maybe eating too many treats while watching TV my poops will probably be bigger and a bit harder to get out during the winter months . That's it for now , I think , I hope you feel happier from now on , Mike . xxx


Emma
I was out in the forest picking berries yesterday. When out there I observed a couple also looking for berries. I don't think that they became aware of me. A bit later I heard that the woman was shouting for her husband, asking where he was. He answered and said that he would be over with her in just a moment. Then I spotted him, just about 10 m lower than me in the terrain. Obviously he was going to toilet because he was squatting and I could clearly see his white bum and that he was wiping his bottom. He finished in just a few seconds and went over to his wife, not becoming aware of me. I went down there and saw that he had left three quite huge lumps on the ground. He had wiped with just a few sheets from a small note pad! He must have felt a great urge. I often go to toilet when hiking etc. but I have never got caught. I should have felt it extremely embarrassing and become very stressed if anyone had passed by just when I was squatting to take a dump. One of my friends once was walked in on when she was in the bushes for number 2 at a scouts' hike. She really felt bad afterwards.


Catherine

General Survey

1. Physical description of yourself
2. How long does it take you to pee?
3. How long does it take you to poo?
4. What things make you poo?
5. What things make you pee?
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)?
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)?
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? Just wondering
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why?

Here are my answers:
1. Physical description of yourself: 6'1, 190 lbs, athletic and curvey (big boobs, hips and butt), cocoa, tan skin, Greek ethnicity, brown hair, brownish-black hair, 39 years old
2. How long does it take you to pee? Maybe 20-25 seconds. I have a big bladder and usually go 5-6 times per day in large amounts.
3. How long does it take you to poo? 5 minutes. I go twice daily, usually large and loggia, but soft.
4. What things make you poo? High fiber diet, water, exercise...sometimes spicy foods might upset my stomach, beer, or large amounts of alcohol (which is very rare).
5. What things make you pee? Water
6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)? Always
7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)? Always
8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? Just wondering
9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why? I wear briefs, usually Hanes her way. I don't spend a lot on panties, because, who will see them???


I look forward to your responses!

Love to all!

Catherine!


Peeing survey for females

Hello, I'm a long time lurker but this is my first post here. I have a survey for females:

1) Have you ever had to pee outside?
2) If you have, where have you peed outside before (woods, park, beach, layby, alleyway etc)?
3) How do you pee outside (full squat, half squat, leaning on a tree/building, sitting on a log, holding onto a tree or friend and leaning back etc)?
4) Do you get embarrassed if you have to pee outside or don't you mind?
5) Has a friend or member of your family ever seen you peeing outside?
6) Has a stranger ever seen you peeing outside?
7) How old were you when you first had to pee outside?
8) Why was it necessary for you to pee outside on this occasion?
9) How did you pee outside that time? Did you need a friend or parent to help you or did you manage on your own?
10) How many times a day do you normally pee?
11) Have you always peed that often or do you pee more/less often now than you have at some point in the past?
12) Roughly how long do you normally go between peeing in hours?
13) Do you always wait until you are desperate before you pee or do you prefer to pee when you first feel the urge to go?
14) How long are you sitting on the toilet for before you start peeing?
15) How long does your pee normally last for?
16) Is this time similar every time or does it vary a lot, so longer if you are bursting but you normally have a shorter pee?
17) Does the pee come out quickly or slowly?
18) Do you ever hiss when you pee?
19) Does your pee ever trickle loudly into the toilet?
20) Does your pee stop quickly or does it gradually slow to a trickle or dribble before it stops?
21) Do you wipe after you pee?
22) Do you dribble in your panties a bit if you are bursting to go or can you hold it all in even if you are very desperate?
23) Do you need to cross your legs, fidget or hold yourself when you are desperate or can you hold it just fine without?
24) Do you tell people that you need to pee or do you prefer if no one knows?
25) How much pee can your bladder normally hold in ml? (If you don't know, do you think your pees are normally small, medium or large?)
26) Do you/ did you pee at school or do you/did you hold it until you got home?
27) Do you pee at work?
28) Do you pee in public toilets?
29) Have you ever had to pee in a strange place, such as in car? What happened?
30) Can you pee standing up?


Kamdyn

Response to Catherine's Serious Question

Catherine:

From what I can remember, from when I was about 5 or 6 up to about age 9 or 10, my mom encouraged strongly that I hold my poops until we got home. It didn't matter whether it was at the movies or mall, the park of at city hall where she worked, if I told her I had to use the toilet, she would ask whether it was a Number 1 or a Number 2. There was no problem with 1, she would point me to the bathroom and if we were in a large place such as the circus, she would walk me to the womens room entryway. With a Number 2 she saw more of a problem and tried to talk me into holding it until we got home. Or a private place like my grandparents house was OK, I guess. But when Barbie became my regular sitter when I was 8 I think, she was in high school and amazed that my mom had such a shaming or social fall-out attitude about pooping in a public place. Barbie also said it might be worth a little lie. So I started telling mom I had to pee. Even then she would allow me to go into bathrooms at places like the airport without any shaming or urging me to hold it. I also learned lines like soda goes right through me in order to get mom to let me use the bathroom. The fact that I pooped I feel was important for my getting more comfortable pooping almost every day at school starting in the middle school grades.


Kamdyn

Response to Catherine's Serious Question

Catherine:

From what I can remember, from when I was about 5 or 6 up to about age 9 or 10, my mom encouraged strongly that I hold my poops until we got home. It didn't matter whether it was at the movies or mall, the park of at city hall where she worked, if I told her I had to use the toilet, she would ask whether it was a Number 1 or a Number 2. There was no problem with 1, she would point me to the bathroom and if we were in a large place such as the circus, she would walk me to the womens room entryway. With a Number 2 she saw more of a problem and tried to talk me into holding it until we got home. Or a private place like my grandparents house was OK, I guess. But when Barbie became my regular sitter when I was 8 I think, she was in high school and amazed that my mom had such a shaming or social fall-out attitude about pooping in a public place. Barbie also said it might be worth a little lie. So I started telling mom I had to pee. Even then she would allow me to go into bathrooms at places like the airport without any shaming or urging me to hold it. I also learned lines like soda goes right through me in order to get mom to let me use the bathroom. The fact that I pooped I feel was important for my getting more comfortable pooping almost every day at school starting in the middle school grades.


Celine

Another big dump outdoors

A couple days ago, Jessica and I ventured into the woods behind my house to find a comfortable and discreet place to shit. We had enjoyed pooping together during the camping trip, and again we both postponed going number 2 beforehand so we could make it worthwhile. After about twenty minutes of searching, Jess clutched her vagina. "I really, REALLY need to pee-lets just find a big enough tree to squat behind because I'm about to wet myself", she said. My bladder was also nearing its limit, so I looked around and saw a massive tree trunk on its side. I suggested it to her, and we both approached it. We were both undoing our jeans as we walked towards it, and we sat down next to each other. We both began to pee right away, and the forceful hissing of both our streams was quite loud. Jess leaned her head back and sighed, and I laughed a little-we peed, and peed. After we were both done we looked around to look at the dirt-completely saturated. Even before her piss had finished tapering off, Jess lifted her butt slightly and pushed with a small grunt. Her hole stretched wide as a smooth, thick turd began to crackle out. It was slow going and she bit her lip as more emerged-the smell was quite pungent, and the tip of it hit the dirt as it kept coming out. She gave one final push and it broke off, thudding. Quite impressive, it had to be at least fifteen inches long and maybe two inches thick-almost three through the middle of it. She pushed again and two more smaller, semi-soft turds came, followed by a little diarrhea. I had been feeling a little backed up and the sight of Jessica's monster shit was enough to help me along as I grunted gently and started to birth my own dump. I felt a little pain but that sensation of emptying was incredible and I whispered "Oh my GOD" as it came out. After what felt like an eternity it snapped off and I turned to look, and giggled-for once, it seemed like I had been able to out-poop Jess. About eighteen inches, not quick as thick as hers but certainly longer. I sat there a moment as Jess took out the wipes, enjoying the cool air on my ass, and we cleaned up and went back to my house.


Wednesday, September 16, 2020


Pull My Finger

Did anybody else have a family member that did the pull my finger trick? My grandma did it to me when I was a kid. She would usually do it after dinner when she was washing dishes and I was still at the table playing some game. I remember one time she pushed a little too hard on a fart and crapped herself. Oddly enough, she didn't rush to go clean up. She just continued washing dishes like nothing happened lol.


Elphaba
Catherine - I'm so very happy that your conversation with Alan went so well.

Today I needed to poo after having breakfast, however I was expecting someone from the letting agency to come round and inspect my flat and I knew that the doorbell would ring the moment I sat on the toilet. So, for four hours I put off my need while I did some writing on my laptop and watched a couple of documentaries. I did though have a bit of a ???? ache and when I got up to make a cup of tea, I felt like I was going to start turtle heading but got it back under control. Unfortunately, the letting agency person didn't come during the time they specified so I decided I wouldn't hold off going any longer and if they did come, I would make them wait. I went into my bathroom and dropped my navy pj shorts and yellow panties before sitting on the loo. I had a twenty second pee first before relaxing my sphincter. A log immediately plopped into the loo and a couple of seconds later so did another one. After farting I could feel I was done so I whipped a few times before flushing and pulling back up my panties and shorts.


Taylor

Another morning with Jennifer

Catherine - You might be thinking of Taylor T

I had another toilet visit with Jennifer this morning, I was really excited to see if she was going to be shy again or not. We went into her bathroom and like before, she went first. I leaned against the bathroom counter as she pulled down her jeans and underwear, sitting down on the toilet. After a few seconds there was a loud hissing as she started her morning wee and after it faded away her facial expression changed, a look of concentration taking over and it was clear she was pushing. There was a quiet "plunk" followed by a short tinkle of wee as she pushed again. Over the next minute there was a few more splashes before she got some toilet paper. I was so happy she seemed less embarrassed and was freely pooping in front of me. She wiped and it was my turn.

I dropped my knickers down to my calves and bunched my skirt up around my waist as I sat. It was less than a minute before I felt my poop crown and I started peeing as my body involuntarily pushed, the wide, firm log creeping out of me. I stayed relaxed, enjoying the double relief and it wasn't long before I felt my creation touching the bowl. Despite the resistance my poop just kept coming out and eventually broke off with no sound at all. I immediately knew I had just produced a monster.

"Umm… Jennifer?" I said as I carefully half stood up and peeked into the bowl. Looking back at me was a huge turd about 12 inches long and 1.5 inches thick, folded over itself and sticking out of the water. "Oh my gosh babe" she laughed "How is that even possible?" I didn't even know how to respond, I just gave her a look as if to say "Help…" She put her arm around me and pressed the button to flush. The water quickly rose for a couple of seconds, almost overflowing but amazingly it went down again, leaving the bowl empty except for some pretty bad skid marks.

I sat down and started wiping, dreading the mess that was residing between my cheeks. Much to my surprise I only needed three pieces before it came back clean. I flushed again, got dressed and cleaned the toilet before washing my hands.


Carlie B.

A Weekend of Big Dumps

As I mentioned in my last post, while on our Labor Day trip, a bunch of friends and I headed to the lake for Labor Day. We rented a big home right on the lake. The owners were trying to screw us into paying almost double what we had agreed to.

Anyways, the trip was a blast! We hung out by the lake and hiked all weekend. It was tons of fun. There was also a tennis court right next door. Hillary, who had played in college, taught us all how to play and gave us some tips. She was amazing too, it was no wonder she played in college. She hit the ball so hard none of us had any chance to return it. Does anyone else here play tennis? It was a ton of fun!

Anyways, again I mentioned we had hoped Hillary would take a dump and leave it in the house as a parting gift for the owners. Well on Saturday evening she needed to go. Now I had sort of imagined her doing it right before we left, but I forgot she was much less regular than me, so she couldn't really pick when she did it. Because it was only Saturday and we were gonna be there a couple days longer, we weren't sure if she should still do it. Hillary warned us it would stink the place out. She said she'd happily just go outside. After much debate, we let her go inside after all. We decided the master bathroom would be the funniest place, which just happened to be my room.

Hillary, being the carefree person she is, left the door open while she went. I saw her pull her bikini bottoms down, straddle over the unsuspecting toilet, and then take a seat.

The fan in the bathroom was very loud, so we couldn't really hear anything other a few loud farts. After a few minutes she stood up and said she felt ten pounds lighter. She had destroyed the toilet. There were two big coils of shit, the larger of which was totally out of the water, nearly doing a complete circle around the rim. It had to be over 2 feet.

With my bathroom now ruined, Hillary said I could use her bathroom the rest of the trip. By bedtime, there was no way I could sleep in the bedroom. The stench from the bathroom was too much. I slept on the couch the last couple nights instead. Hillary felt bad and offered to give me her room, but I insisted since it was my idea for her to poop in the master that I'd do it. Besides, the couch was huge and the bed wasn't particularly great to begin with. By Sunday evening, we could smell Hillary's deposit from downstairs too. Luckily, it wasn't too bad.

Beyond Hillary crushing the master bathroom toilet, Sydney also clogged her own toilet a couple times. I just went at the nearby public pool house, but on the last morning I took a dump in the half bathroom off the main living area. I was gonna plunge, but decided I'd leave it as an extra surprise for the owners. They'd find my big turd clogging up one of their toilets only to later discover Hillary's masterpiece upstairs.

Someone was gonna have a heck of a time getting that toilet back to working properly.


coworker

Hey guys, I also have a Story to share.
So this is something that happened to my coworker.
He is a 32 year old man with a good stature and medium hight.
His name is Cole and we were on our way to work. We usually share the car to go to work, because its less expensive and less lonley, since we worke about an hour away.
This particular day, when he got in my car, I notices him looking a bit pale.
"Are you alright?", I asked him.
"I'm fine. Just tired", was his answer, but I still noticed, that he looked kind of bloated.
From time to time I heard a gurgle from his belly and his hand was just over his belt.
Normally we talk during our ride, but today, he didn't really want to say anything.
When I had to drive slower, because of the traffic, Cole freezed.
For a moment he seemed to hold his breath, then I heard a fart escape from him, like he couldn't hold it back in anymore.
"Sorry", he said embaressed.
"It's okey", I answered, "Are you sure you are alright?"
He didn't answer right away, so I thought he didn't want to talk about the topic.
But as the traffic went more and more intense and I could not really drive faster, he told me.
"I've been kind of constipated, lately", Cole told me, "I haven't been going to the loo for almost a week"
Well, I didn't know what to say.
"That has to hurt your belly, isn't it?", I asked him, to which he nodded and suddenly his face looked more stressed. I realized the look from before. He tried not to fart again.
"If you have to fart, just do it. If it makes you feel better, I'm fine", I tried to encourage him.
Cole grabbed his belly again. He clenched his teeth.
"Well, I..", he began, but he couldn't continue.
Coles flatulences broke loose and I heard him fart three times in a row.
"Feeling better?", I asked him, but he didn't seem quite relieved.
"I have to poop really bad", he finally explained.
"Are you gonna make it to the office?", I asked, which made him look more pale.
"I'm not sure, to be honest. I just hope, I'll make it"
Cole gripped his belly with both hands now.
Fortunately the traffic seemd to get better, so we could drive a little bit faster.
Cole looked in pain, the longer we drove.
He leaned over and tried to hold everything in, grunting and moaning from time to time.
Finally we arrived and I parked the car in the usual spot.
Cole seemed all cramped up. I got out of the car and took my bag from the backseat. I thought maybe he just needed to calm himself down or what ever.
I opened the door for him, but he didn't move.
"What's up?", I asked him, "we arrived. You can go to the toilet now"
"Well..", he loughed shyly, "I think, if I get up, I'll start crapping my pants"
I didn't know what to do.
"But you can't stay in here forever", I tried.
He waited about another minute. Then he finally held his breath and got up slowly.
He gripped his belly. His belt was already opened up, so he would just have to push his pants down.
We walked to our building, when he freezed suddenly.
"It's coming", he said, his face was pale and his body gave in. He farted a couple of times.
Then I could just kind of hear him pooping his pants.
There was a lot of air.
Cole seemed shocked at first, but then his face relaxed more. He even grunted in relief, as he just stood there in front of me, finally defeating his constipation.
He closed his eyes and made a face, while he clutched his belly again, after a while.
"It's okey. Go completely in your pants. It doesn't matter anymore", I tried to encourage him, "I'll drive you back home and you can change"
"Gosh, it hurts", he said, while he leand against the wall of our building. He took a deep breath and grabbed his stomach.
I tried to look away, but for some reason I couldn't. He kept going in his pant for about three other minutes.
Then he frowned and grabbed the front of his pants. A wet spot started to grow on his jeans, while he peed himself completely.
I drove him back home, after a grabbed some new pants for him at a store.
He was totally embarassed, but I thought it wasn't that bad. It could have happened to me or anyone else.


Braidy

About Hangover Pooping

Because I'm a graduate student and two-sport coach, I've found that most of the time my bowels present double trouble when I'm partying with coaches after a game or when my boyfriend Adam and I have a night out. Usually about 2 to 3 hours into a party I have to crap. I'm 6'7" and my craps can be big around. In private homes, if one or two pieces come out, I stand, flush and then reseat myself to complete the task. That's something that Adam suggested after he learned from his friends that I had clogged the bowel at his parents house. After this happened two times and I was thinking about driving about 6 blocks over to the park,he came up with the idea. It has also worked in some of the field houses and arenas my teams play at. I've also suggested it to a few of my players, although I don't want the suggestion to be embarrassing. At our favorite sports bar, the ladies room has two toilets, out in the open and without paneling. Then across from the stools are two sinks. I've had a couple of users remark when I stop my crap, stand, flush and then reseat myself for the second round. Lets say I poop at 10 p.m., I often have to go again first thing the next morning. Adam may still be asleep when I sit down for my second crap.
Often, though, I'll be walking our two dogs at 7 a.m. down at the park when Phase II comes on. I go into the toilet, take my seat, and with the leash of a dog around each of my ankles, Phase II comes much faster than Phase I did the night before. It isn't as formed and big as Phase I was, so I don't worry about the mid-crap flush. I usually will empty twice my normal pee while I'm crapping. I grade school I had this friend Gretta who later when I think we were in high school who called my peeing and crapping at the same time double-barreling. When I drink a lot, it goes right through my system and helps me crap also.


Jack

Interesting experience

I had something happen the other day while I was out of town. I was traveling along a interstate when I felt my stomach cramp up I knew I was going to have to stop somewhere it was getting bad I could tell it was going to be messy. Finally I saw a stop ahead the had a suvnior shop. I parked and made my way inside squeezing my cheeks together. There was a cute girl at the register. It was rarely busy I asked for the restroom she pointed to the back and said the toilet is out of order but the urnail works I sighed I need a toilet fast she then pointed to the other side and told me to go behind the kitchen counter down the hall the is a toilet in the corner. I thanked her and made my way there down the hall to the right was a opening with a toilet no door but who else would be back here. I RIP off my pants sit down and a violent explosion of soft mess oh God it felt awesome to be on a toilet I was still having the runs and all of a sudden a large black woman with a mop is standing in front of me she said sorry turned around she asked why I was back here I told her the menstrual is out of order and I had a emergency the clerk said I could use it she ok I was in there about 10 min finally felt done walked out thanked the clerk and left . I had to stop 2 more times before making it home.


Catherine

Responses

Taylor: Congratulations and best wishes for your relationship!

Elphaba: Thank you so much!

"L" from DE: That sounded like an amazing poop! Welcome to the forum!

Love to all!

Catherine!


Eileen

Reply to Mike

Hi , Mike I hope all's well with you . I was really in need of a pee when I got home about 20 minutes ago . I had a couple of drinks tonight but thankfully I made it home and to the toilet in good time . Talk again . xxx


Anonymous

Ever wish

You ever wish there were certain people you could have a bathroom related discussion with? Honestly I wish people were just more open on the subject. Somehow the US is a county where you can be open about almost anything but this. My boss who's an assistant director, she is blonde and use to do beauty pageants, is what made me think of my initial question. I wish I could have a bathroom related discussion with her. I would just like to be open in general. All this led to me wondering:

How many of you are open in discussion about using the bathroom with your coworkers?

Do you have a single use bathroom at work or stalls?

Are you secretive about going at work or willing to share the bathroom with others?

Any stories you want to share?


mike

to eileen

hi yeah i am not to bad thanks not spoke for a little while, i am trying to stay positive but feeling down at times , luckily you escaped an accident then and make it to the toilet.
have you had any big poos recently ?
what do you look like if you dont mind me asking? speak to you soon and take care xxx


Saturday, September 12, 2020


Lopsided Luna

Going Outside

Hey all! Sorry I've been gone for so long, I've been super busy with getting ready for school- but im finally back :)

I wanted to tell two stories today- one from a couple days ago and one from my first time ever going outside

The first time I ever went outside was about three years ago. My family and I had just moved into our new house, which has a decent amount of woods surrounding it- making it a perfect place to go. It was in early January when I got up the courage to poop in the woods, I felt the need to go and I left, making sure to stuff some tissues in my jacket pocket.

I walked far back into the woods behind my house, as I was super nervous someone would see me. (which has almost happened but thats for another day) A few steps later I found a small hole in the forest floor with a tree right next to it. By this point I had to go pretty bad so I decided to squat over it, using the tree trunk for support. A few seconds later a moderately sized stream of creamy poop landed into the hole, splattering down so far I couldnt see it. I began to wipe, but ran out of paper quickly, so I left a streak in my panties :(, however I was a lot more careful after that.

This second story takes place a few days ago, when I lost power. I have a well at my house, so when the power is out I cant flush the toilet meaning I had to try and hold everything in- the only problem was I hadn't pooped in a couple days and I felt the need to go really bad. Id been ripping awful gas the whole day too, and I had one where I felt the tip poke out. I panicked and ran outside, crouching behind a fence with seconds left to spare. Within moments of my pants being down, my huge dump came flooding out onto the ground below. It was a big, wide turd that quickly got overrun by a mound of softer crap. I had to awkwardly waddle inside to grab some TP, but we had some in the garage so nobody saw me.

I hope you all enjoy!! See you next time- Luna


Anna from Austria

Alcohol and pooping

This time do a Survey for my fellow ladies again


I think the Hangover poop, having some quite bad poops the day after partying is quite common. I have noticed it many times with my former roommates when partying wild was very common for my social circle when I was in my 20s.

I am prone to this as well.

But unlike my roommates I am als quite prone to have to poop during the drinking Seasons. Had to do some big poops at the restrooms of bar and Clubs.

And as far I have noticed I have Always been the only gal that needed doing number 2. The other ladies just came for a wee and sometimes to puke.

But Maybe I was just too drunk to notice that other ladies were pooping as well.

No my Question to ladies. If you partying a lot, do you only know the phenomenon of the Hangover poop next day, or did you notice that your stomache started rumbling at club during the drinking Season already?

That's it for today.


Greetings From Austria

Anna


Catherine

Serious Question

Hi friends!

I've been thinking about this quite a bit recently. And, I wondered if any of you have experienced some kind of social fallout for having a bowel movement in a public place?

I shared with the forum several years ago that my senior prom date became really awkward after I pooped at the restaurant before leaving for the prom. I was with a group of people, but not really my closest friends and just had to have a normal bowel movement that would not wait the entire night.

I hear things like nearly half of all women will hold their poop until they are alone, home or in a comfortable place. I hear that half are embarrassed to poop in public. And, I get it...sometimes there can be a little social fallout.

I would love to hear if you've been shamed for pooping in any way. I think it's wrong. But I wonder how common it is?

Thank you for your responses in advance.

Love,

Catherine!


Catherine

To Trina

Trina,

I'm glad that she did not find out. I know that would be super-embarrassing. Yet, I imagine that she would have understood. It sounds like you had a really cool roommate! Those types of poops are the best for accidents! Glad that you got away with it!

Love,

Catherine!


Elphaba
Catherine - I'm so very happy that your conversation with Alan went so well.

Today I needed to poo after having breakfast, however I was expecting someone from the letting agency to come round and inspect my flat and I knew that the doorbell would ring the moment I sat on the toilet. So, for four hours I put off my need while I did some writing on my laptop and watched a couple of documentaries. I did though have a bit of a ???? ache and when I got up to make a cup of tea, I felt like I was going to start turtle heading but got it back under control. Unfortunately, the letting agency person didn't come during the time they specified so I decided I wouldn't hold off going any longer and if they did come, I would make them wait. I went into my bathroom and dropped my navy pj shorts and yellow panties before sitting on the loo. I had a twenty second pee first before relaxing my sphincter. A log immediately plopped into the loo and a couple of seconds later so did another one. After farting I could feel I was done so I whipped a few times before flushing and pulling back up my panties and shorts.


Eileen

Reply to Mike

Hi , Mike I hope all's well with you . I was really in need of a pee when I got home about 20 minutes ago . I had a couple of drinks tonight but thankfully I made it home and to the toilet in good time . Talk again . xxx


Taylor

Friends who poop together stay together

It's not official until it's Toiletstool official! I'd like to share the news with you guys that me and Jennifer are dating and I wanted to share our first poop together as girlfriends. For those who don't know, Jennifer is a good friend of mine and we have been to the toilet together a few times. She has an amazing outhouse at the end of her garden and I love using it! This morning was in her bathroom. We had just finished getting dressed when she said "I need the loo, do you want to keep me company?" Whenever she says that I know she will be pooping and I was more than happy to join her.

Jennifer reached under her skirt and pulled some red knickers down to her knees before moving her skirt out of the way as she sat with a sigh. A few seconds later a loud hissing signalled her first pee of the day and it reminded me just how badly I needed to go. I wasn't about to wet myself, but I definitely wanted to be sat on the toilet sooner rather than later. Her wee went on for quite a while, a faint tinkle being heard as she pushed out the last drops and then we made small talk while we waited for her to finish.

After about 30 seconds I heard a short fart, followed by a cute "Sorry..."
"Don't be sorry" I laughed. "It's fine" She must have taken my advice because moments later there was a long squeaky fart lasting several seconds. She had a lot of gas! Her facial expression changed, almost like she was distracted by something and a few seconds later there was a quiet splash. She looked up at me shyly as there was another splash and I smiled back. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, everybody poops and I would be in the same position in a few minutes time. "There's more…" she whispered and soon after there was another splash. She started getting some toilet paper so I knew I would be pooping soon and damn did I need it. My stomach was doing somersaults. She reached behind and got more paper a few times before flushing while still sitting then pulling up her knickers as she stood. "All yours!" She smiled.

We swapped places and I lowered my leggings and thong to my calves as I sat down on the now warm seat. I had a wee while Jennifer washed her hands and after sitting for a little while I was gently opened by my poop effortlessly sliding out of me. It quickly broke off with a loud splash and I remained open by the rest coming out. If anything, at least Jennifer might have felt a little less embarrassed after hearing me. It slowly inched out of me and I closed up as it fell into the bowl. I was done. I got some toilet paper and wiped my front then used an additional four pieces for my behind. I got dressed as I stood up and had a quick look in the bowl before flushing but unfortunately it was obscured by the paper. I flushed my hands and we went about our day.


Steve

To Tyler C

Great to see you back posting! I cant wait to hear about your vacation story! As for peeing in swim shorts I used to do it all the time! Especially while in the water. Every once and a while I would even have a poo accident in them because I would wait too long. Thank God they had the netting inside of them lmao.


Sherryl

To Marie

Yes i have used house plants as a potty. I was staying with my grandparents who were living in Florida for the winter several years ago. They had big palm tree plants in their house and about once a week I would use it as my potty, especially at night while they were asleep. I would do what you do, dig a little hole and sit on the rim and peeing or pooping in the hole. It was a fun summer and surprisingly the trees didn't die lol.


Tlana

Comments

For Olsonite:

As far as sitting on a toilet, it is more of a problem for me because although I'm in college, because of my smaller height, in some public places my feet are 1/2 inch or so off the floor. A couple of times my weight has been to one side of the seat because those rubber prongs on both sides of the seat, one is missing. Much of the time I will only go to the bathroom when I definitely have the need. I'll set myself and my crap and urine will start simultaneously. Unlike some of my peers, I didn't get written up in the secondary grades for being late to class. I used school bathrooms several times a day with all my activities and was very proficient with my time-on-toilet. Yes--there's a need for social contact and often when I'm using a no-privacy toilet in places like the park, when another user walks in I will recognize them with a Hi and sometimes it leads to a brief conversation. Once, when I think I was about 10 or 11 I was on the toilet after school when Grandma called after waiting at the wrong door of the building. She could hear the pitter-patter between my legs. Then came her usual lecture that I'm to freely relying on bathrooms away from home and some of her phobias from the 1950s when she was my age.

For Sue:

I poop in a doorless public toilet at least once a month. These are usually bathrooms where there has been loitering, vandalism, drugs and stuff like that. I first got us to the lack of privacy in middle school. Sometimes I would not have gotten my poop in between classes if I had waited for a toilet with a door to open. The doorless toilet or two always seemed to be available. On Monday morning I was sitting taking my crap when a classmate stood about 2 feet in front of me and asked about my sunburn. I think I calmed her nerves a bit because I think that replacing me on that toilet was going to be a first-time experience for her. I'm not that self-conscious about others seeing me on a toilet in places like airports and amusement parks because we are not likely going to see one another again.


Phil

Post Title (optional)Roxana's Revenge

Roxana, what about your boyfriend? Isn't he just as guilty?
Phil


Catherine

Replies

Mina: You are so sweet. I appreciate your positive energy that comes through your writing! I hope you and your roommates are well!

Taylor: Thank you! I hope you are well too! Forgive me, but there have been two Taylor's posting recently. Was it your mom that caught COVID? If so, how is she? I hope you all are well!

Shannon: Oh no, I'm so sorry. That sounded like a major accident. I hope you are OK.

Trina: Thank you! He is so compassionate and understanding. He can be pretty fiery when coaching, but always exhibits positive energy. But, with me, the girls and our son, he's always very gentle and patient. I love him so!

Victoria B: I hope you are well. Miss you!

Carlie B: Always good to hear from you!

Also, something funny happened the other day. As you know, I use aliases for my children's names. And, I was in the kitchen thinking of this forum and called out the younger girl to ask "Chloe" to come to the kitchen! She looked at me like I was crazy! I turned red and said that I was thinking of someone from college that reminded me of her sister. It was a lie. That's never happened before!

Love to all!

Catherine!


"L" from DE
Last summer (not this year) I went for vacation in Norway after taking part in a job related meeting there. I joined a group going for a day hike to a very popular scenic point. The hike was 2 hrs up and 2 hrs down and we were supposed to stay up there for 2 hrs. I had become quite constipated (as I often do when travelling) and at the time I had not pooped for type almost five days. I felt very "filled up" in my stomach. On our way up I got a slight feeling that something should have to be done. At the scenic point there were lots of people around and I registered no toilet. I still had a slight feeling, but it was increasing, and just as we had started walking down I asked the guide if there was any toilet around. He said that it was not and if in need one would have to go somewhere in the nature. He asked if I would need some toilet paper. Oh no, I said, because I had a few paper napkins in my back pack. But after walking about 10 minutes the need was becoming quite strong. Luckily the group made a break because many would like to take pictures of the fjord beneath. Then I decided to use the opportunity. Instead of going to take pictures, I crossed the small mountain plain and went over to some bushes. Nobody else around I quickly pulled down my trousers, squatted and pooped. It was all done in a few minutes. The relief was complete. I think I left over 50 cm poop up there. Shortly afterwards I joined the group again quite a while before continuing on our hike. I think nobody really notices that I had been away. When doing it I did not feel anxious at all, probably because the need was so strong. Some time later we stopped for another photo break. When I went around taking pictures I coincidentally walked in on a man (not from our group!) trying to hide squatting with a bare bum. He seemed very embarrassed when I came around. Afterwards I praised my own luck because I could easily have been caught also "with my trousers down", which would have been extremely embarrassing to me. It is the only time I have pooped outdoor and I still feel a bit upset about it, even though it probably was the most needed and best poop that I ever have had. So embarrassing that I have not even told my husband about it (even though I remember that he had to poop in the bushes once at a biking trip in Austria). I think we are many that do not like to tell such incidents to any other person.. .. ..


Thursday, September 10, 202


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Nina

Survey on how to poop on the street

1. Have you ever pooped outside? I really like to poop in nature. I did it on walks or picnics. Sometimes I do this on trips out of town. Sometimes I would poop during my morning runs or bike rides.

2. Where you did your business (for example, forest, field, bushes...) is mostly a wooded area. This has happened several times in Park areas.

3. Where did you put the used toilet paper? I can't remember the last time I wiped my ass with toilet paper in nature. I tried wiping leaves from the bushes, but it seemed to me that I was just smearing the poop even more. In addition, there is a high probability of getting your fingers dirty.

4. You looked at your business? If I'm not in too much of a hurry and I'm not in a position where I might be noticed, then I try to see what happened to me. Sometimes I poop outside when it's dark and hard to see.

5. Did you cover it? I'm not trying to hide anything.


Trina

Responses

Catherine - I love how well it went talking to your Alan. I knew it would! I also love that he understood from having that accident of his own!

And no, my roommate at the time didn't know I had also pooped myself, unless she smelled it, but she didn't say anything or ask and I didn't volunteer that part at the time since we had only known each other like a week! I guess I could share her story, though. It was her junior year in high school near the end of the year with big exams happening that you had to finish without leaving and she had to pee really bad during one of them. She said she leaked a little with a few minutes left and that made it worse so she finished the last bit as fast as she could and got up and turned it in and left the room even though she wasn't supposed to leave until everyone was done, but she didn't care since she was already a little wet. She tried to make it to the nearest bathroom but didn't make it and completely soaked her jeans in the empty hallway before she got to the bathroom. She ran and hid in a bathroom stall until the class period dismissed and one of her friends came and found her and after the next class started and the halls were emptied again her and her friend went to the office so my roommate could call her mom. Only a few people found out but she was still embarrassed at the time.

Trina


Marie

House Plants

So I have some questions about house plants.
Have any of you used house plants as a toilet?
Would you use one if you could?
How big is the one you used?
Did you ever ask to use one?

I personally have a large house plant that occasionally use as a potty. If you are wondering how I use it, I sit on the rim of the pot and move it's leaves aside and perhaps dig a little hole. Or I use my ????. I can't use it very often because it's in a very public place. But she takes my pees and poops nicely :)

-Marie


Sarah (another one!)

Survey by Sarah

Yes, I have pooped outdoor a couple of times because I have taken part in DofE-expeditions and I have had to go when out in the fields.

I have done it in the forest, behind a stone fence, down a slope and behind bushes.

I have put the paper under branches or stones or I have burned it.

I have looked at my waste! I have also seen turds made by others. I always try to cover it but that is not always easy. But I try to put some leaves over it at least.

I have seen my friends peeing, but never pooping. But once I saw another unknown hiker pooping. It was a quite old man squatting behind a large stone down a slope with his wife waiting for him up at the trail. He looked very embarrassed when I passed by. My best friend once walked in on one of the boys in the group when he was relieving himself. He did not seem to bother even though he was squatting and she could see his bare bum as well as his waste on the ground. Once when out driving I had stopped at a resting area to pee in the forest. There I spotted a truck driver going to toilet.


Catherine

Response to Olsonite

The only times that I've been able to urinate and defecate simultaneously are when my need to relieve both are so strong, that it's an emergency. It's happened a few times. For me, those times never felt as good as a strong urge to poop by itself. It seems the peeing takes away from the pooping, if that makes sense.

As far as sitting on the toilet, my legs are usually together and I am hunched over, but not too far.

I hope that helps! Welcome to the site!

Love,

Catherine!


Anna from Austria
I do another survey

1. Have you ever pooped outside?

yes twice

2. Where did you do your business (e.g. woods, field, bushes...)

it happened twice in the twice in the woods

3. Where did you put your used t.p.

I put it just on my business

4. Did you have a look at your business?

yes I did. Were big firm logs.

5. Did you cover it?

Just with the used handkerchiefs. To be honest I did not even think about covering it. Pooping outside is not normal situation for me so I just wanted to move on as fast as possible.



Greetings from Austria

Anna


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: R great stories about your girlfriends various poops.

To: Audrey great story about camp it sounds like you had an interesting time.

To: Abbie as always another great story it sounds like you both had really good poops and pooped a lot as well.

To: Alex The Hubby great story about your wifes huge poop into the plastic bag.

To: Taylor T as always another great story.

To: Shanna great story it sounds like had a good cleanout.

To: Alisha The Next Door Neighbor first welcome to the site and great story about your urgent poop and I look forward to your any other stories you may have thanks.

To: Mina as always another great story it sounds like Hisae really had to poop a lot and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Linus from Sweden
Answers to Sarah's questions

1. Have you ever pooped outside?

Several times because I often hike or bike in the woods and mountains, sometimes also camping for several days. Then there often is no other solution than pooping outdoor. I used to be a boy scout for several years and that was when I got used to it. I remember that I found it very embarrassing in the beginning. But gradually I realized that everybody did and then it became easier to get things done when necessary.

2. Where did you do your business (e.g. woods, field, bushes...)

I always try to walk well away from the trail or campsite to find a spot where the chance is low that others will come around. When in the woods that is usually very easy but it is more difficult when up in the mountains where the vegetation is sparse. When hiking alone it is easy to find privacy but when camping with others that may be a challenge, especially in the morning when many feel the urge to get it done. I think most persons try to avoid disturbing others doing their duty but I think that every hiker has spotted others squatting somewhere in nature. Once at a kayak hike along the coast we had to do it in the sea because the beach where we stayed was surrounded by steep mountains giving no opportunity to get away! Then it was totally impossible to maintain privacy.

3. Where did you put your used t.p.

Depends. Sometimes (especially in the mountains) I burn it. In the woods I try to cover it with soil or put it among some stones.

4. Did you have a look at your business?

Always!!

5. Did you cover it?

Depends. Up in the mountains the ground often is too hard to dig a hole. Then I just leave it on the ground. Otherwise I try to dig a hole.


Roxanna

Enema revenge

I was recently in the process of moving to a new apartment last month but a few days before I actually moved, I realized my roommate had "done the deed" with my boyfriend.

I wanted to get my revenge and after some thinking, I decided I was gonna leave her a surprise on her bed. Around the time I found out what she had done, I was actually constipated as I had not been able to pass stool for a few days, so I wanted to do an enema to get myself unplugged and felt her bed was as good as a spot to do it. The day I decided to do it, I knew her schedule well enough that I knew she was gonna be working till later that evening.

When I went to grab the large capacity enema kit I had bought for this occasion, and after filling with water, I went to her room to start the process. After spending a few moments to take in as much enema as I can take, I managed to take in most of what the enema kit can hold, so just a little over 2 litres before it became too uncomfortable to take. After getting up and holding it for a few minutes to hopefully have a better effect, the urge became too unbearable, so I carefully and slowly move onto her bed and after making sure I was hovering over her pillows, I squatted a little bit before relaxing my bowels.

In full force, a huge wave of brown water mixed with a huge amount of poop cans sprayed all over the place and I couldn't stop even if I wanted to and it keeps coming out. While it was coming out, I tried my best to hold it for a brief moment so I could get more of her bed. After a few minutes of this, I was finally finished. I took a breather and looked at the mess I've made and was surprised I managed to get most of the bed covered. After looking around her room, I felt I could probably do another second around, so I went to refill the kit again and after taking in around the same as the first time, I held it in again but this time for a little bit longer. After holding it, I went to her small walk in closet, tossed as much random sets of her clothes as I could onto the floor before squatting over them and let nature take its course.

As expected, a huge wave of brown water came out but this time, a small amount of poop came out but not nearly as much as last time. After I was finished, I wiped and went to take a quick shower before quickly got dressed and decided it was best if I left and go to my new apartment a few days earlier than expected.


In case if anyone is wondering, several hours later after I had left, I had received a pretty interesting message from my roommate with some colourful things she wanted to say to me that I can't really say on here. I laughed and told her that she shouldn't have done what she had done with a certain BF before I blocked her number. Now it's been nearly 3 1/2 weeks and I haven't heard from her since.

Anyways hope everyone had enjoyed my experience. Surprised I could even have a story myself to share haha.


Hi all, it's been a while since my last post. I have a couple good stories to share that hopefully I'll have time for soon.

I'm excited for the long weekend, especially so because Hillary (The friend of a friend from one of my last posts who outshit me!) is coming and I am hoping to see another of her loads!

I'm going to a lake for the long weekend with friends. We had rented a house right on the lake for a very good price. We were contacted by the rental company just a few days ago saying the building owners were raising the price since we are under 30. We're all pissed since it seems we signed an agreement for the original price already. We have to appeal the raised rate with the rental company which will probably end up taking a while. We are just pissed they are doing this to us and it feels like we're being taken advantage of.

Anyways, after all this, I was texting with Sydney and suggested we have Hillary leave the owners a nice thank you gift in one of the toilets. Apparently Hillary said "I'll see what I can do." Looking forward to it!

Hope all is well with others!


Matthew

Covid 19 and Public Toilets

Regarding Constiguy's post about using public toilets, I don't know if there are any documented cases of anyone catching the virus using a public toilet, but there is evidence that the virus is present in feces and when a toilet flushes in a restroom, there might be aerosolized particles released into the air. Therefore, I believe it would be wise to wear a mask or a face covering if you need to use a public toilet.


Carlie B.

Survey Answers

1. Have you ever pooped outside?
Yes just recently for the first time, I shared the story here a few pages back.

2. Where did you do your business (e.g. woods, field, bushes...)
Just a few feet off a hiking trail.

3. Where did you put your used t.p.
A friend had a newspaper bag that we put it in.

4. Did you have a look at your business?
Of course

5. Did you cover it?
No

Survey #2

1) Have you ever pooped during a wedding party?
Yes, at least twice.

2) Have you ever pooped during sleepovers?
Yes, many times. I would always clog the toilet to the amusement of my friends.

3) Have you ever pooped at school/work when the cleaning lady is cleaning the bathroom?
I don't remember specifically, but I'm sure it's happened.

4) Have you ever been so desperate to poop that you went when everybody could see/hear it clearly?
Not usually out of desperation, but I'm a very loud pooper so plenty of people have heard me. I don't usually let anyone watch me though, that's a bit much.

5) Have you ever pooped at a club or disco?
Yea back in college I loved to. It was super loud and even though the bathrooms were always packed, everyone was too drunk to notice or care when I would destroy a toilet with a massive dump.

6) Have you pooped during family gatherings or parties?
Plenty of times. Again, usually to the amusement of others.

7) Have you ever heard people pooping in the stalls while you were looking in the mirror?
All the time.


Shannon

Oops, I did it again! :(

Hi guys...I just came on real quick to share what happened to me tonight then I will have some replies in another post. I'm in kind of a crummy mood because I really embarrassed myself tonight. I just got home a little while ago from an evening out with friends, and before I sat down to write this I of course needed to change my pants from having an accident.
You're not gonna believe this, but tonight I decided to use Uber for the first time since the beginning of the year when I accidentally pooped my pants during the ride...and guess what? I made a big mistake and went out directly after work without going home for my late afternoon/early evening poop. So by the time I was going home, I needed to poop fairly bad when I got the uber and I knew it was going to be a big risk but it was also the quickest way home. So, I got in and said a little prayer and commenced with the ride. I kept needing to go worse and worse and couldn't take my mind off of it, and eventually I couldn't help but pass little quiet farts. I realized i was doomed, and I just pleaded with my body not to let me mess myself in a stranger's car again. Guys, I tried SO HARD to hold it in. I think it was the fiercest battle I've had in a long time trying to resist pooping myself. I was clenching by butt cheeks with all my might, and I must have fought back like 20-30 turtle heads before the battle was finally lost, and a big soft load crackled into my pants and ended with a very embarrassing squelch sound that earned me a look in the mirror from the driver. I couldn't believe I had just pooped my pants in the back of an Uber AGAIN! The initial release came out fast and lasted about 5 or 6 seconds, then after a brief pause i pooped again for another 4 or 5 seconds. I was in shock for a brief moment. The load spread beneath me and up towards my back, my entire butt was just caked in that warm squishy sensation, so it was definitely a major accident. I felt my face turn red hot, and once again as the stink took over the car I just sat perfectly still pretending everything was fine. This time, when the driver smelled it, she first opened her window about halfway. After a minute or so she realized the smell wasn't going away and she said "is everything OK back there?" As soon as she said it my whole face quivered and I started to cry. I said "Not really....I kinda...had an accident in my pants. I'm SO sorry." She was speechless for a moment then, unsure, she said "oh no! That's no good! Is it going to get on the seat?" When she said that I raised myself up and folded my leg underneath me to keep my butt from touching the seat directly. I told her the seat looked fine (I lied. I couldn't tell at all in the dark) and told her I was sorry several more times. She kept telling me not to worry and was pretty nice about the whole thing, she said it wasn't as bad as when drunk people throw up in the car because at least my poop accident was confined to my leggings. We talked a little more and I wound up confessing it was my second time in a row pooping my pants during an uber ride. She told me I better stop using uber if it upsets my stomach, lol. Anyway despite our nice dialogue I was still utterly mortified and couldn't wait to get out of the car. Once I finally did I was able to relax and at least enjoy the squishiness in my pants as I walked up to my place, and i wound up pushing out a couple more small rounds of poop as i was heading up. The contrast of the fresh hot poop with the older cooled down poop was interesting. When I got home I spent 20 or 30 minutes just relaxing and decompressing before I went to clean myself up. I had to literally peel my leggings down, they were so pooped. It was probably one of my biggest accidents volume wise, my underwear is destroyed! It took a long time to clean up, too.

I dont even know what to make of this- what an embarrassing coincidence! My rating on the app is probably going to be very low lol. I don't even know why I bother with uber anyway, I always think I'm going to drink when I go out with friends and need the uber to drive me home, but I never wind up drinking much if at all. I should really just drive myself and save the humiliation of having a pooping accident in someone else's car. I don't mind it when i poop myself in my own car though!

I've been thinking a lot about my pants pooping problem recently and I've been trying to come up with like an action plan to avoid letting it happen so much, especially when I am not alone. The fact of the matter is the problem seems to be getting bad again, i have had at least 6 accidents this year which maybe doesn't seem like a lot to some- but there are people who don't even have one in their adult life lol. I'm an otherwise healthy 31 year old woman so to poop in my pants that often, that's getting kind of out of hand. I've just had this weird guilty feeling lately like I'm wrong for letting it get out of control. I don't know... anyway this isn't the first time I've made a plan like this we'll see if I can follow through at all, my discipline usually isn't too great. But 1. I want to regulate my diet better and eat healthier 2. I want to try and go in the morning more consistently and perhaps that will help my afternoon urges not be so desperate. 3. When I feel like I need to go I need to immediately make a plan to go, not just ignore it until its convenient for me.
4. If needed I may try taking an anti-diarraheal before I do certain things like get in an uber lol, or if I am going out right after work.
5. On that note I should always just go right home from work instead of stopping places, which results in doing things like pooping my pants at chipotle or in the chick fil a drive thru.

I will give these things a shot and see if it helps me get back control a little bit. Anymore suggestions are welcome! Like I said, I'll be back with some replies, and also I had another old story that i tried to post a couple weeks ago that didn't show up so i will probably try to queue that again. See you soon!

Shannon


Lorenz

Tardy problems and crapping

I've written before about my extremely large craps both at home and public places. There were a few problems during my K-12 years both at my house, my friends homes, and at school. At a gathering recently before most in my group go off to college, Shannon who lived next door and is two years older, reminded me of a memory that I had almost forgotten.

From our neighborhood it was 7 blocks to our grade school. Since my parents couldn't drive me to school and pick me up, they allowed me to walk there and back home with Shannon. One morning at about 8 a.m. Shannon stopped by our house, yelled in that I was late, but I was on the toilet, frustrated and trying hard to crap, because my first attempt a week or so earlier at school didn't go that well. My mom had just left and Shannon came in while my legs were swinging from the toilet and told me we had to go immediately or we would be getting after school time.

So I got off the toilet, grabbed my bookbag, and she checked that the door was locking behind me. Here I was 6 and leading this third grader
who told me I was moving too fast. I swear, she would make a good teacher because she said I needed to get up earlier and that I was causing her pain. I guess I was surprised how mean she was getting. Finally, after we had to wait for this traffic signal that was super slow for walkers to cross, she looked at me and said I was going to be the reason for her crapping herself.

She seemed to be in pain as she told me that when we get to school, she heads to the bathroom and has her crap. Now that we were perhaps 10 or 15 minutes later, she needed a bathroom fast. I reminded her of the park which was about 1/2 block out of our way, and she took the turn and now was almost running. We were lucky because we cut through a couple of yards and I almost got lost in the one big bush grove because Shannon was really moving. Anyway I was winded and something else trying to keep up with her.

Finally we came into the back entrance of the park and Shannon headed straight for the womens bathroom building entrance. She said I should come in because she wanted me to see the problem I had caused. She ripped her blue jeans down to her thigh and with her book bag still on she took the seat and with a pained look on her face, and her hands pushing down on her thighs, her crap was done in about 15 seconds. I was so amazed, knowing how hard a similar crap was for me. I think she used a couple of swear words that were over my head as she wiped and then inspected the paper from her seat. She did that about 3 or 4 times and called me a few nasty names as she did so. Again, Shannon continued to blame me for having such an emergency in a "filthy" bathroom rather than the better ones at school. I would disagree because the boys seats were almost always left dripping pee and the younger and physically smaller guys like me were taunted and put down.

Of course we were late to school. Our moms were called and Shannon continued to be mad at me for a couple of days. But she came to my graduation party last month, plus she's a student leader at her college. I sincerely apologized to her at the party as we talked about our grade school days. I told her, however, that since I had seen her crap, she could watch me crap. It will have to be sometime very soon because college classes are starting.


Tyler C

That's What Swimsuits Are For

I think it's been almost a month since I last posted. I've been busy the last week and half with classes starting back up which are all online because of Covid-19. Before that, I was on vacation with my family. It's probably for the best that I take breaks here and there so I don't run through all my stories at once. Something interesting actually happened on vacation that might be worth sharing here in the near future, but for today, because summer is coming to an end soon, I wanted to share a fun activity that, for me, no summer is complete without: peeing in my swimsuit!

I'm not just talking about in the water. I think most people have at some point peed while swimming, but when I was little, all the "please don't pee in the pool" signs as well as the myth that there's a chemical that changes the color of the water when you pee scared me off of the idea. Of course, me and my friends would always joke about doing it, but I had no way to be sure they were, and I certainly wasn't. I was always the responsible one who would stop playing, get out of the pool, towel off, and walk to the bathroom. That is until one experience when I was 8.

I was at the beach with my parents. I had to pee, so I told my parents. My mom walked me up to the top of the beach where the bathhouses are. This was a big beach where the bathhouses were really far away. The thing is, we were at the beach for a couple hours at that point and I knew I had to go earlier, but I didn't want to stop playing. So, I was pretty desperate at this point. I barely held it in on the way there. She waited outside as I went in. When I went in, I saw a long line for the stalls. This was a very popular tourist beach town after all. There were urinals, but as I've mentioned before, I hate using urinals because of the lack of privacy. So, I stood in line, waiting for the stalls while cross-legged and with my hands in my pocket to not so subtly grab my penis. Pretty soon, I couldn't hold it anymore so I ran to the shower area, both hands glued to my crotch. the pee started coming out before I left the line and I felt it running through my hands as I got to the showers. I think there was only a couple people in there. No one actually takes showers there. They just rinse the sand off for a couple seconds and get out.
I stood in a corner and shamefully let nature take its course in my favorite pair of orange swim trunks. I watched the area in front of my penis beaded up with urine. It also poured out the bottom of the leg holes, running down my bare legs onto my blue flip flops and splashing on the tile shower floor. While facing the wall, I slid myself over to the nearest shower head and turned it on. That hid the damage perfectly.

That's when I realized that as long as my swimsuit was already wet, people wouldn't be able to tell if I used it as a urinal. I mean, swimsuits are made to get wet anyway. I doesn't matter what makes them wet, right? The best part was, I was technically still following the rules and not peeing in the water. I tested it out the next day at the beach. I played for a while in the water and just after I got out. I sat on the sand at released my bladder. Like I predicted, nobody noticed. I could just faintly see it running across my lap and onto the wet sand. The next day, (we usually spend 4-7 days at the beach) I did this thing I sometimes use to do where I bury my legs in the sand up to my waist and before I got out, I peed again in my DRY swimsuit, then I ran as quick as I could into the water, and again, nobody seemed to notice.

From then on, this became standard for me anytime I went swimming anywhere, not only at the beach. At home, I usually get out of the pool and go to my bathroom and just stand over the toilet with my trunks on and pee. There was a handful of occasions where I started to go in to pee, and one of my parents would tell me to just pee in the yard, but again, I hate the lack of privacy that comes with that. So, I would just run to some bushes with my back to my parents and hold my wiener through the fabric of my swimsuit to make it look like I was pulling it out over the top when in reality, I was just keeping it in my suit so I could make it wet. I also use to go to a public pool and I would often get out of the water to pee my pants in the bathroom. Usually I would do it discreetly in a stall, but sometimes I would sort of reenact my beach accident from when I was 8 and pee my pants in a shower stall before rinsing off. Also, if there wasn't a lot of people, I'd go up to a urinal and hold my wiener through my swimsuit and pee. A couple of times that I did that, people walked in or up to the urinal near me, but I don't think they noticed.

One time when I was 12, I did this, and a kid who was a few years younger than came up to the stall next to me and started peeing. I noticed that he was staring. (I know what I was doing was kind of weird, but he's the one being nosy and staring at my crotch while I was peeing!) I was about to panic that I was discovered, but just then, he started giggling and pulled the front of his swim trunks up over his wiener as he was peeing. I gave him a bit of a smirk back and finished peeing. I could tell he was having a lot of fun. I never saw him around there again, but I'm sure that's not the last time he tried that.

Anyways, I could go on and on about different times I've done this, and maybe I will some day, but I don't want this post to be super long. I did eventually get over my fear of peeing in the water and have done it a couple times, but getting out of the water just to wet myself has always been funner to me. Has anyone else ever done this?


Sue
Next question!

When a stranger rings your doorbell and asks to use the toilet do you let him/her in?

Where I work there is a market every Thursday and one of the people who have a food stand comes in every Thursday to take his shit. The problem is the toilet is not in a separate area, it is right there where we work at our desks so we occasionally hear him go and we always smell his stinky shit when he exits.

There is another toilet but it is upstairs and not really part of our desk, this is where me or the colleagues go for a poo for some privacy but we can't really tell "customers" about it.

I work with 2 other colleagues there and we absolutely hate to let him come in but we also understand that he has no other choice!


Deb

Trip to Kingston

Hello, my name is Deb.

Last month my husband, daughter and I drove to Kingston to see my husband's mum. The drive from London is approximately five hours depending on traffic and how busy it is through Toronto.

We left on Wednesday morning and were planning on staying until Sunday morning. I was due to get my period on Friday, so I made sure to have a good supply of pads and panties packed.

The drive on Wednesday morning was going okay. We stopped just before Toronto to use the washrooms and to change our daughter. Traffic slowed down through Toronto and that's when my stomach started getting bubbly. I was cramping up and told my husband that I should probably get to a toilet soon. Near the eastern edge of Toronto I really had to go, but traffic came to a stop for several minutes. I told my husband that I needed to get to a toilet but it was too late. A wet fart slipped out followed by a rush of diarrhea and I completely filled my panties with a wet load of diarrhea. It all came out in a matter of seconds but my panties and jeans were filled.

A while later we got to a rest stop and I grabbed a pair of hipster panties and jeans to change into. I used one of the family washrooms to get cleaned up. I had to wrap up my messy clothes and get out of the rest stop as quickly as I could. Luckily the rest of the drive was okay. I was able to have a shower and get my soiled panties and jeans washed when we got to Kingston.

I was having some really bad cramps on Thursday so I decided to wear an overnight pad in case my period started early. It didn't start but I was still having diarrhea. I had another diarrhea accident on my pad a few times though.

On Friday met up with some of our friends and a park in near downtown Kingston. While we were hanging out my period started with a huge gush. I could tell that my pad was soaked and I could also feel that it was leaking. There were public washrooms at the park so I went in to change my pad. I had one more overnight pad with me but I was bleeding really heavily. About an hour after I changed it, I felt like I was leaking. I told my husband that my period was really heavy and that I felt like I was leaking. He looked at my bum and said that I did in fact leak through my pants. It was warm out and so I didn't have anything to wrap around my waist. It was really embarrassing. We told our friends that we had to get going.

By the time we got back to my husband's mum's, my period accident was really bad. I had soaked through my pad and pants really badly. I had packed some extra heavy overnight maxi pads by Always, so I put one on in a clean pair of panties. These are the pads that feel like a diaper when I wear them, but they do the best job for my super heavy periods.

My bleeding however, got even worse and I was still having diarrhea as well. I told my mother in law about it and she gave me a pair of her Depends to wear. I had never worn one before, but with my heavy bleeding and diarrhea, that seemed like the best option. So that's what I decided to wear. They are definitely bulkier and are more noticeable under my pants, but at least I wasn't leaking everywhere. I did have diarrhea in one on our drive back to London and had to change at a rest stop.

Thanks for reading. I'll be back again with more stories soon.

Deb


Olsonite

Woods poop today

I don't do it often but today I took a really good shit in the woods!
I went for an afternoon drive in my Lexus and decided to get some lunch at Subway. I took my food with me in the car and continued my drive about 20 miles out into the country which is lots of forest and state land in my area. I decided to drive a little ways down a narrow two track trail in the woods to a small unspoiled pond. It is such a peaceful place and nobody is around! I decided I would eat my lunch there and as I pulled into the trail by the lake, I felt that familiar pressure of a loaded butt. My bowel wasn't actively trying to leg go as often happens when I'm alone in the woods (another post for a another time!) but it was a built up pressure that filed my whole lower abdomen. I could have held it off, but that pressure really weighs on me keeps me from enjoying my day if I don't let it out, so when I parked my car I decided my first order of business was to give some love to my butt!
I used to keep a roll of TP in my car for such occasions but I have been out so I found a stash of restaurant napkins that I often save when they give me extra. I felt confident that I had enough paper for my butt.
I walked down a trail that thinned out into nowhere in the woods and then wondered a bit further, not afraid that anyone would see me but just to keep anyone in the future from stumbling onto the shit pile that I was about to come out of me.
I stamped out a small patch in the plants on the ground so they wouldn't touch me as I squat. If you squat in a patch of little plants, your shit might smear all over them as it comes out and you might get smeared by the plants if they touch you!
Anyway, I always drop my pants and undies to the floor when I sit on a toilet, but in the woods I always drop them to my knees because it's the safest place to avoid pooping on them. I squatted down and relaxed my bowels and let out some airy farts. Farts are different when they aren't blown through cloths or into a toilet bowl, and it felt good to fart under all that pressure!
Then I needed to give a gentle push. It didn't take much. I gave a gentle prolonged push and a nice well lubricated piece of shit came sliding out of my anus, tapering down as it got longer and landing on the ground with a quiet thud. I gave a second push and a small turd came out and I felt empty and very comforted. I began the task of wiping my ass which felt messy because I could tell hadn't left a clean pinch on the last turd and I couldn't get anymore messy shit to drop. I made two wipes with doubled up napkins, followed by 2 or 3 single napkins folded in half. After that I felt clean and pulled up my pants. I had covered my shit as I wiped, but I looked under me before wiping and the bog first log was a good 6" long and probably 1.5" in diameter. It looked plenty soft and probably a 3 on the Bristol stool scale. The smell can vary on an outdoor shit but this time was not strong.
I walked back to my car with that really happy and relieved! A good shit is a huge happy factor for me and it is so special to me every time I do it. I always prefer to poop in a toilet just because it's more convenient and I have a personal fascination with toilets so a woods poop was a bit of a let down, but still a good poop!

Happy pooping everyone!


Taylor

Some replies

Catherine - I *loved* your story with Alan! It was just so beautiful and I am so happy you can share it with someone you love. I hope you, Alan, the girls and Joey are doing well.

Olsonite - I am able to empty both ends at once. I usually poop first and pee in between pieces but if I really need to go I will do both at the same time.

I like to sit straight on the toilet, my legs together and mostly sat upright with my hands in my lap.

** Survey answers **

1) Have you ever pooped during a wedding party?

Yes in my late teens. I was at my aunts wedding and I had needed to poop around lunch time. It was getting to late evening and I was getting rather uncomfortable so while everyone was enjoying the reception party I sneaked off to relieve myself.

2) Have you ever pooped during sleepovers?

Almost every time! If I need to poop at my friends place, I will do so. I've either gone during the night, or on the morning after.

3) Have you ever pooped at school/work when the cleaning lady is cleaning the bathroom?

A couple of times. I used to do a lot of after school activities and the cleaner would be in there doing her thing. She never seemed bothered by it and I quite enjoyed the audience

4) Have you ever been so desperate to poop that you went when everybody could see/hear it clearly?

In public toilets, if that counts?

5) Have you ever pooped at a club or disco?

Never. Not because I don't want to, but i usually take care of it before I go out.


6) Have you pooped during family gatherings or parties?

A few times. When a girls gotta go a girls gotta go, like the wedding I wait until people are busy and sneak off.


7) Have you ever heard people pooping in the stalls while you were looking in the mirror?

Plenty of times. It didn't happen much at school but as I get older I tend to hear it more and more. It was quite common at university around the exam period. People would be in the building more and naturally they would need to poop


Constipated. Guy

To Catherine

I use to post under the name " Constiguy " now I am posting under the above name . I note your conversation with Alan . My partner is a bit prudish about pooping so our relationship will not be on that level . For me I love to have someone with me when I have a poo, particularly a hard one but with Covid 19 I avoid that . It is all a little illogical that we enjoy eating and drinking so why not eliminating?


Imogen

replies

Hey

Taylor - glad to hear from you too and glad you had a relaxing poo back at the office! Hope you are keeping well and safe x

Abbie - wow, only two runny poos in your life! I seem to get a runny bottom probably every few weeks for a day or two. Kinda like the opposite!

Today I had a very satisfying wee and poo when I got home from work - I wasn't desperate, but I was definitely full and needed to go. I got home, went up to the loo, sat down with my black trousers and pink/red knickers down, and let loose a long wee followed by a large poo. I felt very relaxed and empty afterwards!

Speak soon

Imogen


Mina

Dear Catherine

I am happy that your nice Alan will not judge you!! It is not need to judge anybody about normal things like drop turds into hungry loo.

I seem that he is happy when you do healthy big motion. I am happy too.

Love from Mina

P.S. Dear Olsonite: Are "popping" and "pooping" same? I never see "popping".


Monday, September 07, 2020


Celine

Survey

1) Have you ever pooped during a wedding party?

Yes, when I was 15. An older cousin of mine was getting married, and after a couple hours I urgently needed to take a shit/piss. It was in a big old church, and I made my way to the ladies. There were four stalls and I took one at the very end. I hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties and sat. I peed loudly for a good twenty seconds and farted softly as a fat turd began to crackle out. My butthole was stretched wide as it exited, and broke off to splash into the bowl. I pushed out some softer shit, and just then my cousin banged into the bathroom-she took the stall right next to me, dropped her panties and gathered up her gown as her ass hit the seat and she began to piss like a horse. She sighed loudly, and sat for a few seconds after she finished. I heard her grunt, and heard a loud crackling as she took what sounded like a huge dump.

2) Have you ever pooped during sleepovers?

Many times. My friend Jessica and I regularly poop at each other's houses when we have sleepovers. Jess produces monstrous bowel movements, and she's regularly beaten me when we compare our dumps.

3) Have you ever pooped at school/work when the cleaning lady is cleaning the bathroom?

Only once. It was near the end of the day and I had hoped to hold it until I got home, but just as I was heading out the door I began to turtle head and as I tried to keep walking, it poked out more. So I ran back in and went to the bathroom to take a big shit-the cleaning lady was there and I apologized profusely as I took a stall. She didn't mind, and even seemed sympathetic-she took the stall next to mine to pee before she began cleaning.

4) Have you ever been so desperate to poop that you went when everybody could see/hear it clearly?

No, nothing comes to mind.

5) Have you ever pooped at a club or disco?

I'm 17, so I can't really get into clubs lol.

6) Have you pooped during family gatherings or parties?

Yes-on numerous occasions, I've spent Thanksgiving with my aunts, uncles, or grandparents, and I usually sleep over-the morning after, I'd take a huge shit and more than once, I've had to unclog the toilet.

7) Have you ever heard people pooping in the stalls while you were looking in the mirror?

Sometimes-in school, I noticed many girls would only come in to pee. The stigma around pooping in school, or any public place, is really unfortunate. For both men and women. I learned the difficult-and painful-way that holding back a bowel movement isn't a smart thing to do.


Catherine

Responses

Jenny,

Haha!!! I can't wait to hear your stories. I'm a little OCD about cleaning. I carry Charmin in my purse, along with wet wipes. Too, most of my bowel movements are at home, and thus, my Washlet and Charmin keep things clean! I love the back-and-forth banter!

And, I do keep Poo-pourri in my purse, but rarely use it, even if I'm in a public bathroom. I will use it when I'm about to poop in a crowded bathroom. If it's a private bathroom, I rarely use it, whether it's at home or not. It's just too expensive!

Love,

Catherine!


To Sue: I will go ahead and poop in that scenario. Yes, I would be slightly embarrassed, but when a girl's got to go, she's got to go!!!


Sue
Does anyone here have any experience with pooping in a doorless public toilet? Last year I travelled through China and many of those public toilets were without doors and even without partitions in between toilet holes (and they didn't seemed to get cleaned very often).
Now I never used those because it sounds quite embarrassing. I made sure to have done my business before leaving the hotel(s).

I did use such a toilet one time for a much needed piss. This one had partitions but no doors. The toilet was a long ditch which flushed automatically after a while. All the toilet paper and waste flushed right underneath where I sat when it flushed so I could see wether one of my neighbors had been pooping or not. It seemed to me Chinese women are not very shy about doing their business in the open.


Olsonite

To Bianca: talking on the phone while on the toilet.

Bianca, I was reading your bathroom etiquette post and the part about talking on the phone interested me.
I've known a couple of women who take the phone into the bathroom with them if they need to use the toilet during a phone conversion. My mother does that from time to time and I could here plops from the bathroom, so I knew she was pooping at a relaxed pace, but I'd be surprised if it could be heard on the other end of the phone.
That is something that I've thought about recently though. I don't talk on the phone that often, but I really would, love to have a poop while talking to someone. It might not even come up that I happen to be pooping, but I would love to have the freedom to answer the phone while I'm on the toilet to find that a good friend is calling, and when they ask how I am doing I can say "I'm going great! I just sat down on the toilet so I'm feeling good right now!.". It would be a very easy and light hearted thing to say for me because I love my toilet time and I love any chance to have some social contact with someone.
I'm not sure if I know anyone who would feel easy about me telling them I'm pooping while we talk, but I really would love to break down that barrier!
As for hearing poop sounds through the phone, I don't think it would be a problem unless you have a lot of gas, or diarrhea.
I love to poop and I love personally love to let loose so I make a lot of noise on purpose. I would love to have a phone conversation with a friend and know that they can hear my pooping as natural, and just be okay with it. I would certainly feel the same if I ever heard poop noises from a friend of mine over the phone!
I love pooping enough that I even love the sounds of a forceful, gassy poop release, and I always feel the same way when I hear someone else pooping in a public restroom. To me that sound is just that, rest! It's a good sound! I'm never disgusted by the sounds of a great poop release!
Happy pooping!


rb

Just Replies

Trina - Thanks for sharing the story when you peed and pooped your pants in college. That may be the one time where peeing your pants was a GOOD thing, since no one noticed you filled your pants in the back!

Audrey - I've pooped in a communal shower once or twice, but wasn't much, like a couple pebbles, and not with anyone else there. Peed there many times though. Rose did it for two minutes? No wonder why she peed herself on the hike, she was probably holding it all day!


Showers?

Audrey, could you please tell some of the stories where u guys pooped in the showers at camp?




Miranda

Awkward bathroom performance

For 3 days recently I cared for Kara. She's 10 and about to start middle school. Her mother was out of town at a funeral so I was with Kara on a 24/7 basis. She's very bright and energetic, but like my boyfriend Kennard, she doesn't have a lot of confidence in going to the bathroom away from home.

An example is the morning we had to go to a fast lube shop to get the oil changed in my car. An older lady with a cane was sitting next to us got up and walked to the small bathroom right behind the main counter. She must have been in there at least 15 minutes and Kara was getting antsy watching TV from our bench and said her pee was ready to burst. I got up and went behind the desk to find the ladies door closed with the light on, but the men's was open and dark. She said she had never used a guys bathroom before, but I told her to give it a try and she was definitely in pain. I told her I would guard the door for her. I heard the seat thrown down and her fall onto it and then she flicked the light switch. The ladies door remained closed and I guessed that lady must have been constipated. Then I heard the water flushing and Kara using the faucet. She had a bit of a mark, about the size of a dime, between her legs on her red shorts. Kara said she had just made it in time and that spot was convincing. When we retook our seats, Kara grabbed a newspaper and put it over her lap as we waited. I sympathized with her embarrassment, but told her sometimes you just need to react faster to prevent an accident. The old lady finally came out, and took her seat, too, so I couldn't give Kara the couple of examples from my experiences that would have boosted her esteem. After my car was done I quickly went into the ladies room and peed. I pretty much held my nose and coughed my whole sit. That lady had either eaten strange stuff or mixed a potent laxative. I was good that we had the car windows down because I know my clothing smelled really bad after such a short sit.

From there we drove to WalMart, and my mid-morning crap was coming. We had to park farther away than usual and I was moving Kara along fast because I didn't have much time to get on the toilet. As soon as we entered the building, Kara helped me navigate the crowd and shopping carts to get to the bathroom. There were 7 toilets. One was open and I bolted into the cubicle as fast as I had heard Kara do a few minutes before. I had an explosion of gas and the button on my jeans wasn't cooperating as I was squatted at 45 degrees about to fullshit my clothing. I damaged 3 nails in tearing at the waste on my jeans. Then my body hit the seat so hard I'm certain it might have shook the stall panels. I emptied in 4 spurts. Each one was of about equal intensity. Luckily there was almost a full roll and a half of toilet paper, because I had forgotten to look. Once Kara looked in and saw me sitting silently with the emergency under control, she started some conversation about going to look for school supplies. I told her no an didn't accept what she said about her mother trusting her more than me. It wasn't such much a matter of trust, I told her I just wanted to be on the safe side and that the store was very busy. I told her that sometimes at school and places like the park and theater, I've been known to take up to 10 to 15 minutes on the toilet. Still, she seemed to want to argue about something.

When I finally wiped, rewiped, and checked my work, I leaned back, flushed, and exited with Kara waiting by the sinks. I was washing my hands when she started to ask me why I hadn't put TP over the seat before sitting down or used one of the seat covering sheets that I knew were probably available. I told her that I had a bad experience when I was traveling with my aunt several years earlier and that me and my friends just don't worry about contact with seats in bathrooms.
She seemed surprised and said her mother makes her use them. I was surprised, but I knew that was an argument I didn't want to have.

When you are worried about avoiding an accident and getting done ASAP lining a seat yourself or putting a seat covering sheet over it isn't something me and my friends really think about that much. Also, I'm still working with Kennard, my boyfriend, that almost always seeks to avoid crapping away from home. I don't see any benefit in making something so basic as going to the bathroom even more complicated. Kara kind of agreed to that.


Sherryl

Sarah's pooping outside survey

Yes I have, I do it pretty regularly.

Behind or in abandoned buildings, in the woods, in a creek, in a bush, behind and from a tree, sitting on a log. Just about everywhere you can think of.

It ends up on the ground. If i use something other than t.p. same deal, unless I bury it.

I do most of the time just to get an idea of how healthy I am.

This is about half and half. If im out camping or hikimg or doikg something else outside, I'll dig a hole to poop in. If it's an emergency or I don't have anything to dig with, then no.


Catherine

My Conversation with Alan

So a few weeks ago I decided that I would share with Alan the truth about my obsession with bowel movements. I planned to talk with him about my love for the feeling, the placement of the final product in the toilet, and, of course, my solid accidents. I was a little nervous. I was afraid that he would not understand, that he would think that I was gross, or somehow, a little off mentally. His first wife's mental illness wreaked havoc on him personally, as well as the girls. At the same time, I wanted him to know this part of me that I've kept hidden. Plus, I turn 40 next month and he will too, so, I think that we are too old to hide from each other.

I'm not good at recalling conversations verbatim. But I will try to share the highlights. First, I tried to appeal to his attraction to me on the toilet by inviting him to watch me poop after dinner. We cleaned the kitchen and asked the girls to watch "Joey" as we had to have an important conversation.

So, I pulled my shorts and panties down and sat on the toilet and held Alan's hand as I began to defecate. It was thick, smooth, soft and warm, and almost happened without any noise. The smell was minor. I lifted my hip so that Alan could see my masterpiece. I allowed the Washlet to give me a warm, cleansing spray, but did not flush. At the last minute, I decided that I would remain on the toilet for the conversation.

I told Alan that I wanted to tell him something that I had been ashamed of hiding. I asked him to listen, that I needed to quit hiding this. So I began to tell him everything that any of you who have followed me on this forum already know. I told him how much I looked forward to my bowel movements, what I liked about them, my obsession with staying regular, my need for them to be large.

I told him how I kept a journal and pictures of my favorite ones. I told him how I enjoyed him watching me go. And then, I told him about my solid accidents, how it felt when my body gave out, how it felt when it came out, how I felt outside myself, flushed, embarrassed, and relieved at the same time. I told him how the loads were huge, firm and such.

He looked rather astonished. I was afraid that he thought I was sick. Then, he began to tell me how in college that the same thing happened to him. He had not been to the bathroom in couple of days, but all of the sudden he felt a huge urge to go. When he got back to his apartment he had an accident before he made it to the toilet. He said that witnessing his mother have an accident and then having one of his own gave him his weird obsession. So, I was taken a little aback now, as I learned something about him that I never knew. He said that he did not want to tell me either, because it sounded gross.

So, we were both OK with this part of our lives. He told me that he enjoyed his poops too, and that they had been the best they ever had been when he started eating the same diet I eat.

After the kids went to bed, we made love, feeling a little closer to each other. Maybe one day I will have another solid accident. Maybe I won't. But at least I know that the most important person in my life will never judge me.

Love,

Catherine


Taylor

Back to work poo

Today was my first day back at work since lockdown began in the UK so I thought I would kick start it with a nice poop at the office. You might know that I love pooping in places other than my own bathroom so this was going to be magical.

I completely skipped my morning toilet visit when I got up, not even going for a wee so once I arrived at the office I was well and truly ready to get some relief. I put down my things and headed straight to the single bathroom, I had really missed this place. I locked the door behind me, pulled down my black trousers and knickers to my calves and sat all the way back on the curved seat, loving how it seemed to spread me nicely. I soon felt pressure against my backdoor and relaxed into it as I birthed a wide log. It felt heavenly as it slowly slid out of me and I just let it happen, fully taking in the sensations. It broke off with very little sound and I started peeing as I pushed out the remainder, the sound reverberating around the tiny room. My pee was rather long and after pushing out another two pieces I started wiping, but not before looking in the bowl! The water was quite yellow and I could see one log sticking out of the water a little, kinda folded over itself with the other pieces to one side. I was very pleased with myself. I quickly cleaned up, needing four pieces for my behind and then flushed and washed my hands. I wanted to spray a little air freshener but there wasn't any, and my bag was at my desk.

I unlocked the door and stood waiting on the other side was a young brunette. I smiled as I walked past. I hope it wasn't too bad for her.

So pleased to see you back Imogen!


Bianca

Dear Audrey

Hey Audrey I love your camping story. You turning a poop/pee on purpose moment into an accident explanation was a good way of getting away with using your "sleeping bag toilet". Now, on to my story. The hotel I spent my "me day" at recently was different compared to my last experience, including the bathroom attached to the room. Compared to before where the toilet was facing the wall, it faced the door. I got farts out, but no pooping. That's brave of you Audrey to poop in the shower. I've not done that yet, but I've peed in our shower pan. I guess if I wanted to, I could have pure diarrhea hovering over the drain so as to not clog it. While having fun on the elevators at the hotel, I got to thinking that would be so cool to program yourself to poop at a certain time. I really enjoyed trying as fast as I could to preselect the targetted floor while the doors were closing to make the elevator take off right away. The excitement was like when you have that poop that rushes out of you, lol! The big can of Bud Lite I had to drink in my hotel room combined with the soda I had at IHOP made me pee a lot. As far as flush quality is concerned, the toilet was a moderate speed flusher. Anyway, I had a solid poop at home today that wasn't really exciting. Hope everyone enjoys bye.


Traintrack

Sweaty Ass

Anybody else's ass get sweaty as ???? when they have to shit?


Ted

A small survey about pooping outside - Response

1. Have you ever pooped outside? Yes, several times over the years, mostly while backpacking or running, sometimes while out for a walk when there is cover or I really have to go. I love the feeling of doing it outside in nature.

2. Where did you do your business (e.g. woods, field, bushes...) Mostly in the woods, but sometimes in fields or isolated area. It depends on where I am when I have to go.

3. Where did you put your used t.p. I use leaves, mostly. If I'm using toilet paper, I will bury it along with my turds.

4. Did you have a look at your business? Always. I find that squatting to poop usually results in large, moist turds, usually two or three long fat ones with some gurgly ropes at the end. Real cleanouts that lead to loud and long farts later in the day (if I'm alone or with appreciative company).

5. Did you cover it? Always, when using toilet paper. If I'm using leaves, usually so, if I can. Otherwise, I cover it with leaves. I think its important to do your business off trail so that no one steps in your product.

A while back, I had to poop in one of the wooded areas around my house while out for a hike. As it turned out, I had a very attentive deer for an audience. It was somewhat reminiscent of an old Jonathan Winters sketch of stripping for a shower in front of his leering dog.


Olsonite

A couple of questions.

Hello everyone.
I just want to say that I love this site! I've been curious and fascinated by the toilet, as well as pooing in general all my life. I love to poop, and I love getting the chance to hear other people who love to savor their toilet time! It's nice to have a place where it's acceptable to talk, and even rave about our toilet time!
Anyway, I have a few questions. I'm a 30 something male.
When you sit down for a poop and a pee, are you able to let both out freely at once?
I don't remember if I could do it when I was a young boy, but it's impossible for me to pee with my bowels letting loose. I have to poop first, and then pee. I also can't empty my bladder fully while I'm sitting on the toilet anymore, so when I get up from the toilet, I always have to turn around and let my last little bit of pee out standing up before I'm totally empty and comfortable.
I would really like to hear from any of the ladies about this because I have a lady friend who has told me she pees and poops very freely simultaneously. Occasionally I hear other girls in the bathroom and hear plops in the toilet mid pee. I'm really fascinated by that because I really love the feeling of letting loose on the toilet and I really wish I could enjoy that feeling.

I also have a second question.
How do you like to sit on the toilet?
What I mean is I have always sat with my legs straddling the front of the toilet bowl. However, I can remember when I was a young boy, it often happened that I saw my mother, and my older sisters use the toilet and to this day, they all sit on the toilet at an angle. They sit with their legs straddling about the 2 o'clock position on the toilet seat, if you look at it from sitting down. I suppose they did that so that the toilet paper was easy to reach, as sitting strait on the toilet requires you to twist your back to reach the TP. When seated at the 2 O'clock position, the TP was just a slight reach to the right in our bathroom.
Without thinking about it, because I only ever saw girls sit that way I guess I viewed sitting on an angle as a more feminine way to sit on the toilet, so I instinctively sat straight forward on the toilet as a boy and have ever since. As an adult male now, I love sitting straight forward on my elongated toilet. It gives me lots of room up front.
Since I've been thinking about this lately, I got adventurous and tried sitting on and angle to the right. I have a contoured toilet seat, a Kohler French Curve (which I love!). I'm so happy to see others on here raving about contoured toilet seats because I have one I totally agree, they hug your butt! Anyway, I needed a good poop so I walked up to the side of my toilet, turned around and dropped my pants and undies to the floor. I bent down to sit, shifting around a bit to find a good fit in the seat and to my surprise, my butt settled nicely into its sweet curvy hug! It felt a bit lopsided, but it can totally work! My butt hole was getting close to being over the seat and my penis was a bit cut off because you can't enjoy the full length of the the elongated seat in this position.
I nestled into my "butt hug", and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. I let out a nice solid poop, followed by some short "pitchers" at the end, lol! I let out some pee, but I knew the reduced room in my front was cutting off my pee shoot, so I had to finish my pee standing up as usual.
I'm really glad I tried that and I don't know if I'll sit on my toilet that way very much, but I might do this for a while just enjoy some new freedom in using the toilet.

I really would like to hear from guys and gals about sitting positions. This really interests me.

I'm looking forward to posting more here, and I always love everyone's poop stories!

Happy popping!



Wednesday, September 02, 2020


Leelee

Poster named Buzzy

Years back there was a guy who posted a lot named Buzzy I enjoyed his stories I wish he would come back with more great stories.


Sarah

A small survey about pooping outside

1. Have you ever pooped outside?

2. Where did you do your business (e.g. woods, field, bushes...)

3. Where did you put your used t.p.

4. Did you have a look at your business?

5. Did you cover it?


Sherryl

To Audrey

So glad that you had so much pooping and peeing fun at camp. I see you took all of our suggestions and put them in to practice. Did you ever have to wipe with leaves or did you always have toilet paper/baby wipes with you? To answer your question, I have pooped in the shower. I wasn't able to hold it and I wasn't gonna make it to the toilet so I just squatted right there n let go.


Braidy's response to Jenny AKA SIS

1) Sports coached: volleyball and basketball; 2) Underwear worn: mostly thongs--often blue or black because many of us are not skidmark free. Its impossible for us to get ourselves totally clean after a fast crap before warm-ups in the locker room, or after the game when our van stops for gas at 1 a.m. at some interstate rest area. My center nearly fell into the toilet during a fast pit stop once last winter; the previous user lifted the seat and hadn't remembered to drop it before exiting. So our skidmarks are somewhat hidden by our underwear choices and colors. By the way, most of my young ladies keep extra underwear in their fieldhouse locker or in their travel bag while on the road. Often a badly soiled one is left behind and they have a clean one to replace it with.


Carin

My dad, boyfriend & unisex bathrooms

My dad, my boyfriend Derek and I moved me into my college dorm last week. I filled up my car and left 2 hours before them for the 3 hour drive to the campus. That way the first load would be in my room before they arrived in Derek's truck and there would be a crew of 3 doing the heavy unloading and moving. I knew, but didn't tell dad that I was assigned to a co-ed dorm. I thought the bathrooms would be differentiated, but they weren't. I had stopped midway there at an interstate rest stop and had my first crap in three days. Big changes in my life make me nervous, but my crap came slowly but surely. I spread my legs to see it and my right thigh mysteriously squeaked. I could see that it was the size of a flashlight. My anus started to progressively hurt. I had forgotten to check ahead of time. Both rolls had been used down to their core.

At that point Derek texted me to say they were done loading up. I told him I had just unloaded and promised him an explanation later. With my clothing at mid-thigh I went into the stall to my left, sat and probably got about 4 wipes from the tissues available. I then kind of waddled to the next stall where there was more toilet paper on the roll and I did a pretty good job of seating myself, taking my time, and thoroughly wiping, until my last 2 wipes proved that I as clean. I was wearing white panties, and sometimes even after such precautions, a few hours later when I sit to piss a pretty obvious skidmark appears on my panties when I look down. A couple of girls teased me in junior high when they would see that in the locker room. At age 11, it was beyond me how anyone could do a partial crap, let alone a full one, completely wipe, and still make it to their next class in a 4 minute passing period. Even then, that didn't provide for handwashing at the sinks.

I was finishing with my load in my room when I felt the need to pee. The only bathroom on 8th floor in my wing wasn't too far from my room and I went in. I selected the middle toilet of about 12, took my seat and got to thinking about how close Dad and Derek probably were to getting there. During my comforting piss I checked my phone, saw a text from Derek that they were there. I gave them the directions on how to get up there and I told them I would be with them shortly. I was checking a couple of other messages to all new students that looked important when I heard what I couldn't believe. It was dad and Derek arguing as they opened the main bathroom door about what the decal meant. Finally, dad apparently pushed Derek aside and said he was about the shit his pants for the first time since Desert Storm. Dad went to the far end toilet and I could hear an explosion just as his butt thumped on the seat. Although Derek was slower, he took the toilet right next to dad. Dad and Derek debated whether they were in the girls bathroom or not, but after a couple of minutes I quietly exited without flushing or washing my hands. I was stacking boxes in my room when they came in and started to tell me about the strange bathroom with no urinals they had used. I tried to change the conversation as we went to the elevator and down to Derek's truck. Later that evening after Derek and dad had gone back, I took my second college piss. While doing so I looked forward into my underwear. There was a dark brown blotch about half the size of a golf ball. In terms of color it was probably about 8 on a scale of 10.

Questions for everyone:

1) How could the blotch be explained? What could I have done differently?

2) Have you ever used a unisex toilet? What was that experience like?

3) Have any of you had conflicts with family members while using toilets away from home? What caused this?

Thank You!


Anna from Austria
Jennifer AKA sis No Bidets are not common here in Austria. you can buy them of course but I do not have one.

And no I would not say that I am particularly good at avoiding skidmarks.

As mentioned in my privious post the wedding incident was not the only one but just the most severe skidmark incident.

I am better at avoiding skidmarks when wearing normal panties compared to thongs.

There have been ocasions where I have used ecactly the same amount of toilet paper but the Outcome was different.

Panties were clean, but the thong had some skidmarks. It is strange.

So I think the only reason why it seems that I am good avoiding skidmarks is that I am wearing Standard panties more often than thongs.


greetings from Austria

Anna


Olsonite

A couple of questions.

Hello everyone.
I just want to say that I love this site! I've been curious and fascinated by the toilet, as well as pooing in general all my life. I love to poop, and I love getting the chance to hear other people who love to savor their toilet time! It's nice to have a place where it's acceptable to talk, and even rave about our toilet time!
Anyway, I have a few questions. I'm a 30 something male.
When you sit down for a poop and a pee, are you able to let both out freely at once?
I don't remember if I could do it when I was a young boy, but it's impossible for me to pee with my bowels letting loose. I have to poop first, and then pee. I also can't empty my bladder fully while I'm sitting on the toilet anymore, so when I get up from the toilet, I always have to turn around and let my last little bit of pee out standing up before I'm totally empty and comfortable.
I would really like to hear from any of the ladies about this because I have a lady friend who has told me she pees and poops very freely simultaneously. Occasionally I hear other girls in the bathroom and hear plops in the toilet mid pee. I'm really fascinated by that because I really love the feeling of letting loose on the toilet and I really wish I could enjoy that feeling.

I also have a second question.
How do you like to sit on the toilet?
What I mean is I have always sat with my legs straddling the front of the toilet bowl. However, I can remember when I was a young boy, it often happened that I saw my mother, and my older sisters use the toilet and to this day, they all sit on the toilet at an angle. They sit with their legs straddling about the 2 o'clock position on the toilet seat, if you look at it from sitting down. I suppose they did that so that the toilet paper was easy to reach, as sitting strait on the toilet requires you to twist your back to reach the TP. When seated at the 2 O'clock position, the TP was just a slight reach to the right in our bathroom.
Without thinking about it, because I only ever saw girls sit that way I guess I viewed sitting on an angle as a more feminine way to sit on the toilet, so I instinctively sat straight forward on the toilet as a boy and have ever since. As an adult male now, I love sitting straight forward on my elongated toilet. It gives me lots of room up front.
Since I've been thinking about this lately, I got adventurous and tried sitting on and angle to the right. I have a contoured toilet seat, a Kohler French Curve (which I love!). I'm so happy to see others on here raving about contoured toilet seats because I have one I totally agree, they hug your butt! Anyway, I needed a good poop so I walked up to the side of my toilet, turned around and dropped my pants and undies to the floor. I bent down to sit, shifting around a bit to find a good fit in the seat and to my surprise, my butt settled nicely into its sweet curvy hug! It felt a bit lopsided, but it can totally work! My butt hole was getting close to being over the seat and my penis was a bit cut off because you can't enjoy the full length of the the elongated seat in this position.
I nestled into my "butt hug", and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. I let out a nice solid poop, followed by some short "pitchers" at the end, lol! I let out some pee, but I knew the reduced room in my front was cutting off my pee shoot, so I had to finish my pee standing up as usual.
I'm really glad I tried that and I don't know if I'll sit on my toilet that way very much, but I might do this for a while just enjoy some new freedom in using the toilet.

I really would like to hear from guys and gals about sitting positions. This really interests me.

I'm looking forward to posting more here, and I always love everyone's poop stories!

Happy popping!


Olsonite

To Bianca: talking on the phone while on the toilet.

Bianca, I was reading your bathroom etiquette post and the part about talking on the phone interested me.
I've known a couple of women who take the phone into the bathroom with them if they need to use the toilet during a phone conversion. My mother does that from time to time and I could here plops from the bathroom, so I knew she was pooping at a relaxed pace, but I'd be surprised if it could be heard on the other end of the phone.
That is something that I've thought about recently though. I don't talk on the phone that often, but I really would, love to have a poop while talking to someone. It might not even come up that I happen to be pooping, but I would love to have the freedom to answer the phone while I'm on the toilet to find that a good friend is calling, and when they ask how I am doing I can say "I'm going great! I just sat down on the toilet so I'm feeling good right now!.". It would be a very easy and light hearted thing to say for me because I love my toilet time and I love any chance to have some social contact with someone.
I'm not sure if I know anyone who would feel easy about me telling them I'm pooping while we talk, but I really would love to break down that barrier!
As for hearing poop sounds through the phone, I don't think it would be a problem unless you have a lot of gas, or diarrhea.
I love to poop and I love personally love to let loose so I make a lot of noise on purpose. I would love to have a phone conversation with a friend and know that they can hear my pooping as natural, and just be okay with it. I would certainly feel the same if I ever heard poop noises from a friend of mine over the phone!
I love pooping enough that I even love the sounds of a forceful, gassy poop release, and I always feel the same way when I hear someone else pooping in a public restroom. To me that sound is just that, rest! It's a good sound! I'm never disgusted by the sounds of a great poop release!

Happy pooping!


Jenny SIS
Braidy- I hope your athletes throw their soiled panties away lol :)

I do remember seeing a few soiled/ abandoned thongs at the gym (back when I went/when it was safe). I never really got closed enough to see if they were stained enough, but they were almost always thongs. Do you gals purposed leave your dirty underwear at the gym or do thongs tend to just get lost. I remember I had a little mini freak out a few year back where I too off a skidded white thong at the gym and tried to discreetly throw it back into my locker and gym bag ( I was talking with a friend and probably blushing, but I don't know if she noticed). However when I got home I could not find the thong. I was mortified even though its not like me name or ID were on the string. I was so embarrassed that someone would see my dirty underwear, so its a relief to know Im not alone (not thanks to you Catherine ;) j/k)

Catherine- I pooped myself twice as an adult, I'll share those stories another day. both involved a GI issues . For some reason those are not as humiliating to me as just not being able to clean myself , even though for most of us dry toilet paper is not enough

ENV

I don't am not pooping bolder with a mask. I probably don't use public restrooms as much, and I am less shy in the bathroom about pooping and more concerned that I don't make someone sick or grossed out with my pooping.

Does anyone bring bring some sort of airfreshener or put perfume one at a public toilet after they poop? asking for a friend ;)


Bianca

Update

Hi everybody on Toiletstool. Here's something weird about the possible clogged sewer line in the front yard. Although it looked like it was about to erupt with pee/poop etc, it has stopped leaking for now. I guess maintenance came by without anyone knowing and fixed it. That's good, because one poop gross volcano back in april is enough, lol! I don't know about you all, but I bet you've had a clog that has seemed to disappear as well. Maybe a fleeing toilet clog? I still get the gulp in the shower though. The toilet etc is still draining good also. Here's something cute about our bathroom. I've been hearing small birds from the other side of one of the walls. After using the toilet yesterday I listened to them. I have had sloppy poop so far today, and gas. Yesterday's morning gas from my poop almost sounded like a low pitch siren. I also dropped off some poop chunks, too.


Constiguy

Covid 19

I am not very worried about using public toilets and Covid 19 . I am watching health alerts and it says nothing about the subject. I know the virus is found in poo but to get infected it needs to enter your mouth, nose or eyes . Also , although the virus is found in poo is it active after going through the digestive system ? If I had my free choice I suppose going behind a bush might be a marginally safer option but then consider the pollution in that regard. What I do is put the lid down on the toilet before I flush and leave the toilet area as I flush. I also take a breath before I flush and exhale as I am leaving the toilet area. Of course wash hands but often public toilets do not have soap etc so I always have hand sanitiser in the car. At work we have hand sanitiser . Keep well and keep pooing !!!


Sue

What if you really can't hold it

So you are desperate for a poop and there is no way you'll hold it for longer than 5 minutes or you poop your pants. You enter the bathroom, it is quiet no flushing noises, no faucets running, no blowdryers blazing hot air etc but many stalls are in fact occupied.

Will you go and poop with all sounds that come with it or do you rather poop your pants or try to hold on for a bit longer till you are alone?

Has it ever happened to any of you?


R
My girlfriend and I live in a large American city that's been at the center of COVID for what feels like a few months now. We live in an older apartment that often has some plumbing issues, and the water flow is often very weak to boot. We've talked to our landlord several times and have met with plumbers and often the problem is fixed temporarily but quickly regresses back to its original issue soon after "repairs". She's WFH and I'm a PhD candidate (still summer) so we've the past few months nearly together 24/7 everyday in a small studio. To get straight to the point, we clearly only have one bathroom in our studio and over the last 3-4 our toilet has been broken. In similar situations (if we have a clogged toilet for example) like these we usually would go use the bathroom when we're out as well or if we're at work or school, but it's not really an option now as most public bathrooms are closed to non-employees. To mitigate this we've created a makeshift toilet in a large bagged bucket with a cap. I try to change the bag after one of us takes a dump but it doesn't always happen. If we need to pee, we use one of our two sinks. Out of curiosity I've also been mentally documenting my girlfriend's pooping habits as she an extremely thin girl who has a very weak appetite, but actually takes, two bowel movements on average which seems contradictory to how much goes into her body.

Wednesday evening: Toilet is discovered broken, no one has pooped yet. We were both pretty embarrassed by this solution, more her than me since she's very shy in general, especially about bodily fluids.

Thursday: GF was acting visibly annoyed and seemed to be in a bad mood. Around noon she started to complain about needing to use the restroom so I pointed at the toilet. She looked horrified and started to whine so I tried to be encouraging which she was not receptive too. Around 3-4 she looked extremely uncomfortable and was very irritable. I decided I had to get a bit more forceful in my approach or else she'd be far too shy to use the bucket. I told her something along the lines of, "T, go use the bucket now. You clearly need to go," to which she responded in the negative. I repeated myself, "Go now. I don't care if you take a shit, I just don't want to see you hurt yourself for no reason. Do you want me to come over there and give you a hug?" At this point she meekly giggles and decided that my threat is empty. I come over to her desk and pick her up and give her a hug that places pressure in her lower abdomen area. Moving back, I see her face grimace and she looks pallid. She gasps and runs toward our bucket haphazardly and quickly pulls down her underwear and raises her skirt with her ass hovering the bucket. We moved the bucket to the very corner of the room and tried shielding it away with an IKEA side table and an Amazon box but the person using it is still very much visible and so are the accompanying noises and stenches.

I hear her lightly pushing and an onset of rapid breathy groans. After a short minute or two I heard the turd hit the bottom of the bucket. This repeats once more but is quickly followed by her frantically turning her head from side to side. At this point she asks me where the toilet paper was and I realized that I had instinctively taken it back to the bathroom since it was just sitting on the floor, next to the bathroom. I tell her I'll grab it for her and I can hear slink back in embarrassment since she didn't want me to see her hovering over the bucket. I grab it for her and bring it to her, but caught a revealing glimpse of what was in the bucket. They were two short, but thick and dark logs and didn't have a strong smell.

Thursday night: By this time, my gf has gotten a little less shy about the situation. There's surprisingly still no smell from earlier today so we didn't really have the idea of throwing it out yet. A few hours after dinner, my gf very nonchalantly lifts the bucket lid and does the same thing she did earlier. This time, I'm sitting on the bed and have a better view of her hovering over the bucket. She's facing the wall because instinctively you feel like you have more privacy when you're not facing anyone but it seems like she forgets that by doing that she's giving a full viewing of her taking a bowel movement. This time, it comes out in several small nuggets. After a few minutes, she wipes herself and puts the lid back on but the smell isn't able to be trapped by the lid this time so I end up volunteering to take it out to the apartment complex's shared dumpster bins. Of course, she was mortified that I was hauling out a bag of her shit but she got over it pretty quickly because it wasn't her doing it.

Friday: I wake up to the view of her squatting over the bucket and expelling very soft-looking light brown snakes. The smell is strong and at this point I have a strong suspicion that that was what woke me up from my deep lumber. She finishes quickly, not realizing that I was awake by this time. The smell is extremely strong so she tries to tie it up and take it out before I wake up but since I'm already awake I get up to help her tie it and end up throwing it out afterwards. As I'm tying it up I playfully tease her about the quantity of poop that she just sent expelled from the back end and she turns bright red. I playfully spank her dirty ass, and she in turn bends over just a few inches in front of my face to tease me back and wipe. She's close enough that I can see where she's missing so I poke at where it's still dirty for her to wipe. When I see her face, she's extremely red and flustered.

Lunch time comes around and she takes another shit. At this point we have a routine going where once she's done I come in to tie up the baggy and throw it out. This time when I come back I realize there are no more garbage bags large enough to cover the bucket. We try to get creative with what we do have and end up finding a small sized, shallow baking pan that we line with a small grocery bag. We never use it so it's sacrifice was well appreciated.

Saturday (Today): I once again woke up to her taking a shit, this time over the shallow baking pan. The view was the same but I realized quickly that the way the bag was positioned, she was taking a dump on the bag and not in it. She continues to relieve herself, now very confidently (also in part to her thinking I was still asleep), but making a huge mess. I let her finish uninterrupted to not be embarrass her. Once she's done she turns back around and lets out an audible gasp at what just happened, still unwiped so she's trying her best not to make more or a mess. At this time I call our to her and tell her to go get cleaned up and I'll take care of it. She tries to argue with me but I'm adamant that I'll clean it up for her so she passively gives up. The logs are reminiscent of yesterday morning's BM, and are numerous, long, and thin but mushy and smells terrible. She cleans herself up and is innocently staring at me while wearing nothing but a T-shirt and a scanty panty. Like I previously noted she's rather fragile and petite. At 85 lb and 5'0" tall, it's a funny visual knowing that this came out of my girlfriend's asshole. I end up taking the entire pan and tossing it into another grocery bag along with her used toilet paper.

That's so far been her last notable BM. I've also taken one, but it wasn't very remarkable or anything to write about. We should have a plumber coming out on Monday to install a new toilet so tomorrow is our last day dealing with this makeshift toilet situation. We're planning on taking a picnic so we might end up using the park bathroom if it's open and if not, we'll end up using a bush. I will report back.


Catherine

To Trina and Shanna

Trina: I'm so sorry that happened to you. It seems that a common theme of every accident that I've had is that I "almost" made it to the toilet. After all that struggle to hold it, and being within sight of salvation, the body seems to give up! From your story, it seems that your roommate did not know you pooped? Is that right? Thanks for sharing!

Shanna: Yes, sometimes I'll get a little ache in my back when I know the poop is super large. It's always good to hear from you and hope that you are managing your IBS well. That's no fun!

I will share my story soon. It's just been too busy to write!

Love,

Catherine!


Catherine

To Zoey - Zoom Meeting

Zoey,

I found the video online and it looked pretty authentic. However, I cannot believe that someone would upload that to the internet! I would be humiliated!

Love,

Catherine!


Monday, August 31, 2020


Van camping in Norway. Early morning at the coast. Mild weather, no winds. After a cup of coffee the urge appeared. Took the roll of toilet paper. Walked over to some bushes. Pulled shorts down. Squatted. Let loose and got rid of 40 cm "cable". Good feeling and a nice start on the day.


Audrey

Camp

Hi everyone! Sorry it took so long!
I had a lot of fun at camp. Me and Sophie took some big dumps in a hollow log like Andrea suggested (thx!). We filled it up pretty good over the course of the week. I also climb a tree and put my fingers around my asshole and tried to aim a seventeen inch turd into the log, which made it part way in. One of girl pissed herself on a hike. She said she was afraid to be seen peeing in the woods. She started staggering and opened the floodgates. She was pretty embarrassed. Also, a bunch of people pooed in the showers. I was one of them, it was pretty difficult, but I got a good long couple of poops out, with some mush to follow it, and stomped it down the drain. On the one day, I took a poop in a plastic bag and left it outside a counselor's tent, which people thought was pretty funny. I also taught the girl who peed herself (Rose) to pee standing up, in a communal shower. I peed for thirty seconds to three feet, she did for two minutes, and out to ten feet, so she definitely likes to hold it. On the last day, I did all my potties in my sleeping bag. What a mess! I did three pees after drinking a lot of water,.and a couple of poops, mostly pebbles, but also a decent sized turd and some mush. I got up early the next morning and removed it by hand. I told my parents I had an accident.
Marie, thank you for suggesting that.
A stand to pee device might be good, but I'm focusing on peeing without one. Also, I don't think I have really read any stores by you, except the one about how you got started peeing in naughty places.

Has anyone ever pooped in a shower?


_ENV

Masks

I'm curious now since we're all wearing these masks on our face. Has it made any of your bolder? I mean since people can hardly see your face anyhow, it hardly matters if they caught you relieving yourself in public. What are they gonna say? "It was a person wearing a mask!" So I'm curious if that has affected any of you, and if so I'd like to hear the stories.

Plus I feel like common use bathrooms might be that much more dangerous anyhow. So many people across the day go in (even if not the same time as you) and breath in this enclosed place. Not to mention poop particles that get spread whever people flush. I think I'll take my chances in an alleyway, behind a tree, etc. Anything but using that sort of room which isn't my own private room at home. But that's me, not intending to scare anyone. It serves as a nice excuse though to do what I prefer. I love relieving myself everywhere that isn't a toilet. And with the mask, I sorta feel like it wouldn't matter if I got caught... though I don't get caught anyhow.

@Jack
Sounds like she gets lots of fiber, not enough water. Poo is harder when it is too dry. Your large intestines try to extract all the water they can from your digested food. If there isn't all that much water to start with, then the poop will be completely dry and thus hard. Getting enough water is important to your health in many ways, so tell her to drink more of it. Even a little bit more throughout the day. A few sips here and there.

@Alisha the next door neighbor
That was entertaining about you pooping in your own personal office. Feels pretty good to let it out on the floor sometimes. Since no one else was around, you get that bonus freedom. Perks of leaving the office last. And if you get used to a full squat instead, that's easier to achieve full evacuation plus easier to get started so you don't get constipated so much in the first place. Moving around a lot (especially jogging) can help there too.

@Jenny SIS
A little while back you mentioned a video you heard about. Yes I saw that video. It isn't like you really saw anything though. Her portion of the video was just one window/frame where her co-workers were all pictured as well, so her personal window was really small. She carried her laptop with her, forgetting the camera was on for the Zoom meeting. Set down her laptop, and a side view of her dropping her pants/undies and sitting down on the toilet. It was kinda funny really.


Braidy's response to Jenny AKA SIS

1) Sports coached: volleyball and basketball; 2) Underwear worn: mostly thongs--often blue or black because many of us are not skidmark free. Its impossible for us to get ourselves totally clean after a fast crap before warm-ups in the locker room, or after the game when our van stops for gas at 1 a.m. at some interstate rest area. My center nearly fell into the toilet during a fast pit stop once last winter; the previous user lifted the seat and hadn't remembered to drop it before exiting. So our skidmarks are somewhat hidden by our underwear choices and colors. By the way, most of my young ladies keep extra underwear in their fieldhouse locker or in their travel bag while on the road. Often a badly soiled one is left behind and they have a clean one to replace it with.


Leelee

Tim (from TX)

Hi Tim I enjoyed your story, are there anyone interesting poop shameless stories you have ?


Anna from Austria
@Jenny AKA SIS That's true. I also felt glad that it was just Viktoria and not a Date. And yes the wedding was awesome. Lots of great Food and Drinks.

Luckily I never had a skidmark incident with a boyfriend or date involved. It just happend once with my then Roomate.

It was not my only skidmark incident but the most severe. it really looked i forgot to wipe at all.

There were other cases were I had some minor poo stains in my underwear despite I wiped a a lot That happend only with thongs thoughs, never with panties. Nowbody saw this minor skidmarks btw.


greetings from Austria

Anna


Abbie

Latest update

Hi everyone, I thought I'd update you on my latest news- sorry I haven't posted in absolutely ages!
Imogen- great to hear from you again and I'm sorry to hear you nearly had a poo accident- probably just as well you decided not to go out in the end but glad it only happened the once! I think I've only had a runny poo about twice in my whole life, even when I'm not constipated my poos are always firm and solid logs which tend to come out quite slowly and need a bit of pushing. I certainly wouldn't mind having softer poos but perhaps not quite as liquid as you described Imogen!!
Anyway, back to my latest news, unfortunately I have been struggling with constipation again lately, I've been feeling a bit stressed which in my experience always makes it worse. I remember in the run up to exams at school and uni I would always struggle to stay regular, I'd go from wanting a poo every other day to only managing to go every 3 or 4 days and having to spend ages on the loo pushing and straining, also I'd be worried I'd need a poo in the middle of an exam and wouldn't be able to hold it. A few times I did get the urge but luckily I was always able to wait until the exam was over thank God, although that did result in several embarrassing toilet visits as soon as an exam was over, as I'd be on the loo for ages in the girls toilets having to grunt out a massive log!! Also I know I'm eating rubbish and not getting enough exercise at the moment which makes it worse too. I started off trying to make myself poo after every meal but that didn't seem to work particularly well, so I am now trying to go every other day as thats my usual rhythm when I'm not constipated. If I'm lucky I might produce a few pellets but I'm only managing to have a proper poo every 4 days or so, which of course is several massive hard and fat logs which take a lot of effort to push out. Lucys been struggling too and all we seem to talk about these days is how long it is since we last had a poo and how hard it was to go! This morning I woke up early, I was lying in bed thinking and decided I needed to make a healthy breakfast and get some exercise to hopefully make things easier, my belly felt really bloated and I realised I hadn't had a proper poo in 4 days so I knew I'd have to try to go at some point today. I realised I was bursting for a wee so I went into my ensuite still half asleep , I was just wearing some yellow knickers with pink and blue butterflies. I was starting to pull my pants down when I suddenly realised Lucy was already on the loo, naked apart from some pale green knickers round her thighs, she was red in the face so I knew what she was doing! "Morning Abbie," she said as I quickly pulled my knickers back up, I said, "Morning Lucy, sorry, I'm still half asleep, I didn't realise you were here!!"
"Well to be honest I'm not getting anywhere so you might as well go," she said, as she stood up and pulled up her knickers. "I haven't had a poo for like 5 days, its really stressing me out now!" I dropped my knickers and sat on the warm seat, unleashing a strong stream which fizzed furiously into the bowl. "Oh my God, have you turned into a horse overnight?!" asked Lucy and I poked my tongue out at her, I said, "Next time your having a wee I'll think of what animal I can compare you to!" I said as my stream kept on going, eventually it weakened and dribbled to a stop and I farted, much to Lucys amusement. "I haven't been for a poo in ages either," I said, "But I'm not even gonna try going now, I think we should eat loads of dried fruit and stuff and go out for a long walk and hopefully that will get things moving!" "Yeah, your probably right," said Lucy, as I wiped, pulled up my knickers and flushed. We went back into the bedroom to get dressed, Lucy said, "If we're going for a walk I'm gonna have to try and find some knickers that don't go up my bum!" She took off the pants she was wearing and rummaged about in her underwear drawer. For a change I was wearing knickers which actually fitted me so I put my bra on followed by some grey shorts and a pink top, Lucy eventually found some plain white knickers which she put on, she said, "Not a very practical colour if I end up with a log poking out but there my most comfy knickers so thats the most important thing, I hate getting a wedgie when I go out for a walk!" "Yeah I know what you mean thats really annoying!" I agreed as Lucy put on a pink bra and then her shorts and tee-shirt.
We went downstairs and ate breakfast, bran flakes and dried fruit, and then had a wee before setting off, I had a rucksack with a couple of cereal bars to eat on the way and also a roll of toilet paper in case either of us needed to go while we were out. I know squatting is supposed to be good but I didn't fancy having a poo outside unless it was essential, although I don't mind going to the loo outdoors normally, when I'm constipated it takes me ages to have a poo and its alot more comfortable sitting on the loo with a footstool!
We set off and walked out of our estate and then down a lane and after a couple of miles we were in the countryside. After walking for another half hour or so we decided we'd turn round as we were about an hour from home, the walk seemed to be doing the trick as I was starting to feel the urge for a poo, I told Lucy and she said she was too. We sat down, drank some water and ate the cereal bars I'd brought and then set off back home, what had started as a small urge was quickly developing into a more urgent need! I rubbed my belly and said, "I really want a poo now, I'm not sure I'm gonna make it home!" "Yeah, I know what you mean," Lucy said, "I'm getting desperate too!" We were passing a wooded area so I said, "Lets go behind one of those trees," Lucy nodded and followed me as I walked through the trees away from the path. "Right, we whould be far enough away now," I said, as I pulled down my shorts and knickers and squatted. Lucy did the same and we both started to wee into the dirt. As Lucys stream died away I looked across at her and could see she was bearing down, a few seconds later I'd finished my wee and I started to push too, I did a loud fart and then I felt my poo moving down and starting to poke out. Lucy was starting to grunt and go red in the face, she said, "Sorry, like I said its been a few days since I last had a poo, I'm really constipated!"
"Don't worry," I panted as I strained harder myself, "I think I'm gonna struggle as well if I'm honest!"
After a few more minutes of straining Lucy shook her head and said, "I don't think I'm gonna manage to go just yet!" I wasn't getting anywhere either so I said, "Yeah, I know what you mean, I think I'll have another try when we get back home!" Lucy started to pull her knickers up but she paused and said, "Actually Abbie can I have some loo paper to put in my knickers? I'm worried it might start to poke out on the way home and then I'll get skidmarks!" I handed her a couple of sheets which Lucy placed carefully in her knickers and pulled them up. I put some paper in my knickers too before pulling them back up and then my shorts. We set off again, when were about 10 minutes from home I had a really tight feeling in my belly and I felt my poo trying to poke out, I made a face and clutched my belly. "Are you OK?" asked Lucy. "Yeah, I'm just getting really desperate now, its trying to poke out of my bum!" I replied, "Its just as well we put that loo paper in our knickers earlier!!" "Well it will definitely be good not to get skidmarks, I always seem to be wearing white knickers when I've got a poo poking out and its a real pain getting them clean!" Lucy said.
As soon as we got home we rushed up to my ensuite and I said, "Do you mind if I go first only I'm really bursting?" "No, thats fine, I think I can wait a bit longer," Lucy replied. I quickly dropped my shorts and knickers and sat on the loo, I started to have a wee but as I'd been quite recently it was a weak stream that didn't last long. I took a deep breath and started to bear down, after pushing for as long as I could I released my breath with a loud grunt and then started to push again. After a few minutes of straining I could feel the tip of a massive fat log sticking out of my bum and I knew I'd gone really red in the face. "Sorry about this," I panted, as I had a rest for a moment, "It keeps going back up my bum when I stop pushing!" "Don't worry," Lucy said, "Last time I had a poo I had exactly the same problem!" I started to push again and couldn't help grunting loudly. After a while I had managed to push a bit more of the log out, but it was really fat and I realised it had got stuck. "This is really frustrating, now I've pushed more of it out its got really fat and I can't get it to move at all!" I said. "Try holding your bum cheeks apart" Lucy suggested, "Thats what I usually do when it gets stuck like that." I reached round and pulled my bum cheeks apart, pushing my knees together and pushing as hard as I could. "Is it working?" Lucy asked and I nodded, by now I was feeling really hot and bothered. Suddenly there was a huge splash as my log dropped and I moaned with relief. I then pushed a few more logs out but they were a lot easier to pass. After I was done I took some toilet paper and wiped my bum, before pulling up my knickers and shorts and flushing. I went and sat on the floor by the door. Lucy stood up and pulled down her shorts and knickers, her belly tensed as she bore down. After a few hard pushes and loud grunts it was clear that Lucy was struggling too. "I've got the same problem as you just had," she panted, "I can get the tip to come out but it goes back in when I stop pushing." She started to strain again and grimaced after another few pushes. "Are you OK?" I asked, and she said, "Yeah, I've got more of it out now but theres a really hard knobbly bit coming through, its hurting my bum!!" "Too much information!!" I said, and Lucy said, "Well, you did ask!" Just as I had done, Lucy reached round and pulled her bum cheeks apart and then eventually I heard a splash as she got the log to drop. She finished with a couple more pieces which came out a lot easier, then wiped her bum and pulled her knickers and shorts back up. I hope you enjoyed this story, I will try to post again soon, bye for now!


Sue
If you girls are in a poop "stand off" with someone else in the next stall (or any other stall) do you wait till the other one starts pooping or do you go ahead yourself?

I can't do it, never, when someone enters and pees and then sits there for another minute I know she wants to poop so I leave (even if I have to go myself) I can't stand the embarrassment for both her and myself.

When I go in a cubicle and I hear other women pooing I am less inhibited and can go myself as well, especially because they haven't seen who I am. I do make sure to finish before them or I just wait till they left the toilets so they have no clue who the mysterious pooper was.

I prefer to go at very busy bathrooms (airports) because there is almost non stop flushing and a constant stream of people entering/leaving the facilities. It doesn't matter if you poop, nobody knows you or hears you anyway.


Alex the hubby

Compost toilet

My wife and I wanted to build a compost toilet outhouse in the backyard. So last weekend, I decided to build it while my wife was at work. I had gotten this toilet chair thing from this pharmacy and some sawdust from this hardware store not too far from us and was planning to set up some sort of tarp as a simple wall for privacy reasons, then find a bucket for the toilet.

While I was setting all that up, my wife was coming back home from work and she immediately bolted to the backyard and asked if I were done with it. I showed her that I had just finished with the tarp thing and the only thing missing is the bucket that I have yet to obtain yet. She had to poop really badly and we knew it was probably pretty bad because she had trouble passing stool for the past few days now and she is usually pretty regular so she knew she was pretty backed up.

Out of the blue I suddenly suggested that I could quickly go grab a plastic bag and hold it open so she could try this set up. She hesitated but then she groaned as a noise came from her bowels, she then pressed her cheeks together and that's when she said okay and begged me to hurry up. She always use this step stool as she prefers to squat so I also brought that it along with the plastic bag. As she quickly took her pants and panties off, I quickly placed the bag underneath the chair and she had immediately went into squatting position.

As soon as she did, I can see the tip of this solid turd starting to emerge. She started groaning and said she can feel it coming. She adjusted her footing slightly, then just as she did, another sound came from her stomach and she started groaning as this poop started to come out. She started saying to me "ugh... here it comes.......". It kept getting longer until it finally stopped and holy, were it ever long. I stated as such and she chuckled and said that she expected that be the case, that she was so backed up. She wiped a bit before taking the bag of her "droppings" into the house to throw into the trash somewhere while I went to look for the bucket.


IBS man
If anyone here has ibs how do you experience it? I've heard there are types like ibs-d (diarrhea) and ibs-c (constipation) so I was wondering if anyone here has it which one do you have? My doctor thinks I may have it but I haven't received a formal diagnosis


Catherine

To Jenny SIS

Jenny,

Haha! I just saw that reference to my lack of skid marks! I promise it's true. But, I wonder, for whatever its worth, that my admission to having massive accidents counts for anything???

All in good fun! So glad to hear from you!

Love,

Catherine!


Ronette

Thinking ahead about your bathroom needs

Me and my friend Becca have been getting several child care assignments in the last few weeks before we go back to high school. Because the two of us are working together, we've been taking on some younger and more needy kids and using trips to the park, zoo and even a theme park as an incentive. Using public bathrooms is easy for some of our kids, but for others its just conflict after conflict and drama. Our only boy is Mikel, who just turned 5 and is ready, well not really but getting there, for kindergarten, but he has a long way to go to be fully successful in using bathrooms away from home. Small accidents, larger accidents, failure to think ahead and especially being able to focus are among the challenges he has.

When we're going out, I try and get Mikel to go to the bathroom before we leave his apartment. The other day we were at a train center entrance where there were larger, nicer and cleaner travel-stop bathrooms. He wasn't desperate yet, but I took him into the ladies room, lifted the seat, and he took about a 15 second piss. He then dropped the seat, listened to my instructions on flushing, and he activated the flusher. Then I sent him out to Becca who made sure he washed his hands. While she did that I took the seat and did what he calls a "poo-er". As we walked down the stairs to the lower-level trains Mikel was asking about my crap. He asked me how big it was and I showed him with a hand gesture. Becca, who wants to be a pre-school teacher, said that size gesture was inappropriate, but I think things like that have helped build a relationship with him over the last several months.

Within five minutes now on the lower level awaiting our train Becca announces she has to crap. The monitor shows our train is 3 minutes away, she grabs the back of her shorts and goes off running into this small, pit-stop type toilet in a room that's the size of one of my closets. No entrance door, no privacy door, just a horrid looking toilet, and now Becca ripping her clothing down and splashing herself down onto a horrible-looking toilet seat. There was gas at first, then a plopping noise that was repeated several times as Mikel and I stood in the doorway. Then she swore really bad in front of us when she found there was no wiping paper. She panicked, said some more vile things, and with Mikel in tow, we went next door to the guys toilet. Luckily no one was in there, but the toilet paper holder was no where to be found. Mikel tried to show me something in he sink, but I just pulled him out of there. Becca joined us on the platform and played the drama card for much of our 30 minute wait for our train.

I understand that her rear was filthy and I figured she was going to throw her undies out at first opportunity when we finally got to the zoo. Luckily her shorts were black so the soiling wouldn't show. At the zoo, right after we showed our passes, she headed to the bathroom. I suggested that Mikel go in, follow the procedures I had shown him, and he did great. That stop was good for the next 2 or 3 hours. Becca came out with another drama act--the toilet paper was coarse, the room was too dark to even see what she was doing, and blame, blame, blame!
Mikel seemed most amused by the African animals because of their large size and the anxiety-free pooping they did for us visitors just a few feet from them.


Zoey
Has anyone seen that vital video of a social work ( school meeting ) with a girl name Jennifer who gets caught pooping during a meeting by her class mates ? Is this video confirmed real or staged? It's funny but I hope it's staged as the girls full name is in the video. If it's real I Hope sure had a good sense of humor

I think the video is called " don't be Jennifer "


Jennifer AKA sis
Anna in Austria- Are your pretty good about not getting skidmarks in you underwear? It sounds kind of rare for you unless you are partying pretty hard.

Are bidets common in Austria ?

Everyone - lots of countries represented on this forum. Does everyone know what a skidmark is? Is their other names for poop stains on underwear from other cultures ?


Saturday, August 29, 2020


Taylor T
Hey everyone!! I'm writing this on August 20th and it has been over a month since I last posted which is crazy. To those who were wondering my mom is thankfully okay after getting Covid and thx to everyone who wished her well. Today I am going to reply to some people and then write some pooping stories as well. 1 is new and two are old!

To Sammy: I first clogged a toilet at age 9 I think. It was at my aunt's house during a Christmas party. One of the foods they served didn't agree with me and I had a mix of soft poop and big turds as I pooped. On one hand I hadn't pooped in two days and on the other the food just didn't agree with me and I clogged it. I managers to unclog it so I was good and nobody caught me.

To Mina: Thx you for your wishes she's doing great now. And I'm glad your family is doing great as well!

Okay so now onto the stories. This first story occurred a long time ago when I was 11. (This might sound fake but, Yes this is all true). My mother had a friend named Samantha that she was neighbors with. However Samantha married an Amish man named Adrian around '02. And in '05 they had a girl named Anna. For those who don't know the Amish religion it is pretty much people who don't want to adopt using new technologies like cars and electronics and other things like that. Anyways my mother and Samantha had written back and forth for years and never lost contact and my mother and I even visited them in 2013. And they had talked about getting Anna and I to see each other again since we hit it off the first time. So in April of 2015 we went to go see them. It was in the town of Seymour which is in Northern Missouri and it is largely Amish. It took us about 2 hours to get there and it was actually a really beautiful town with some great scenery. And soon we pulled up to some fields with a long dirt road and found their farm. It was a very nice and big farm with animals all over. Adrian and Samantha were on the front porch and we all said hello and hugged and we went inside. We sat at the kitchen table and talked for about 20 minutes until Samantha said "Taylor would you like to go see Anna she's been dying to see you". I agreed and we went upstairs, her room had moved since the last time and she was sitting on her bed folding her laundry and she looked up and saw us in the doorway and her face lit up when she saw me. She yelled Hi Taylor and hugged me and it was the best greeting ever. Samantha and I laughed and Samantha said "I told you she's been dying to see you I'll leave you guys to it call me if you need anything". Anna and I talked for about 40 minutes until her mother came back upstairs and said, "Hey guys I'm so sorry but Anna it's about noon time do you mind going to clean the outhouse". And she said "Yes I will should Taylor stay here or can she come with me" "Oh no go ahead take her with you and show her around since she didn't see much last time". Anna got her boots on and we went outside. She showed me around the entire farm and we went inside a huge barn and she showed me all the animals. We went to the back of the barn and she said "I hate doing this job but unfortunately it's one of my chores, I have to grab a couple buckets and scrape all the poop out of the outhouse" and I said "Ew why that's not fun" "It is a new outhouse my father just built and he wants to keep it clean for guests for as long as possible". She showed me the back of the outhouse and there was a door with a latch on it and Anna opened it and there was a huge pile of poop under and around the seat. Anna grabbed some gloves off the shelf and placed them down next to me and went to the back of the room and grabbed two buckets and placed them next to the gloves. And when she knelt down she said "Ooo ugh" and out her hand on her stomach. I asked if she was okay and she said "Yeah I apologize I meant to go poop before you go here but I never got the chance, I'll just go right now before I clean it, do you mind if I leave the door open", I said "No don't worry I won't look" and she responded "You can look if you want I really don't care in fact I'm sure you'd get a laugh out of this". I actually wanted to look so I did and I heard the front of the outhouse door shut and her boots hit the wooden floor and I saw her through the seat. She lifted up her skirt and I saw her pink panties get pushed down to her knees and right in front of me was her butt on the seat. The pee started hitting the pile of turds as it sprayed out for around 15 seconds and after the pee wrapped up I heard a hissing fart come from her butt and she said "Watch this Taylor" and her butthole expanded so wide about 3 inches and the turd poked out and in my head I thought "Oh my god am I actually seeing this". She pushed again and it began to crackle out and you could literally hear the crackling. The turd was massive and touched the tip of the pile of turds as it was still coming out and suddenly it stopped and Anna said "Ugh it won't come out", there was a 13-14 inch gap between the tip of the pile and her bum so the turd was huge and finally after about 20 seconds it broke off and Anna says "Ughhhh my lord that felt awesome" and I responded "I bet that thing was huge". I heard her rolling out some toilet paper and her butt lifted up and she wiped and threw it down on top of her turd. She came out and said "I think you're the first friend that has actually seen me poop that wasn't weird right?" And I'm not usually weirded out by things like that so I said "Absolutely not that was great to watch I've never seen someone poop before" "Great I'm gonna clean this thing out". And it took her about 10 minutes to get everything out. And we hung around the barn for about an hour playing with the animals and cleaning their areas and I started to get the urge to take a large poop. I didn't think I would have to since I pooped the day before at home but I really had too. And about 5 minutes later Anna looked at me and said "Hey you ok? You seem stiff everything okay?" " Yeah I just really have to use the bathroom but I know you just cleaned it so I won't go." "No go ahead I don't want you to poop yourself go go". I said okay and went to the back of the barn with Anna and into the outhouse as Anna waited outside the outhouse door. I pushed my leggings and underwear to my ankles and sat on the hole letting out a huge fart and Anna laughed hard. As my first turd slowly slid out I heard Samantha's voice and she said "Girls are you in here" and Anna said that we were. I heard Samantha in front of the outhouse saying "Where's Taylor" "She's using the outhouse" "Oh okay I didn't know did you clean it for her" "Yes I did and oh Taylor did I leave toilet paper in there". And I was so embarrassed because she didn't and I said "No there is none in here". I heard her walk to the back of the room and grab it and walk back and she opened the door and handed it to me and Samantha looked at me sitting and she jokingly waved at me and I waved back. Right when the door shut my turd fell in and as my hole closed I farted loudly again and Samantha and Anna laughed. Samantha said "Wow someone has to poop", I laughed and I felt finished so I started to wipe. Samantha then said "Taylor leave the paper roll in there Mumma has to poop too" and the three of us laughed. I looked in and saw my turd was around 8-9 inches long as I threw my dirty paper in there. I walked out and Samantha went in and we pretended to leave the room but Anna put her finger over her lips telling to be quiet and we went to the back of the outhouse and opened the poop door quietly and we looked up and saw Samantha's big butt on the seat. She blew a loud fart and mushy soft turds began to fly out of her bum and onto my turd, eventually it just turned into mushy diarrhea. Diarrhea kept on coming out of her butt slowly, and after a minute it stopped. Then about 10 seconds later a huge turd started to slide out and fell on top of the diarrhea and my turd. The turd was easily 10-12 inches, and she stood up to wipe and I never noticed how big her butt was but it was actually pretty big. Anna quietly closed the poop door and we quietly walked out of the room and into the fields, it had such tall grass and we were so little that our parents couldn't even see us. At the end of the path there was a gazebo overlooking a lake with a bench and we sat down. Anna started giggling and said "That was such a good poop you have no idea" "Hahaha mine was too your mother really had to go" "Yeah she's always had runny poop never really and turds". We continued to hang around, had dinner around 7 and we stayed the night and went home the next morning.

That was crazily 5 years ago! We hung out again in 2017 but there were no pooping stories that happened that day, and as of right now they are apparently going to leave their Amish roots and move a couple towns near us which is very exciting. I'm sorry that it is such a long story but a lot happened that day.

Anyways onto the next story. Recently I've been seeing this survey of pooping at weddings and public places. If any of you know me and my stories I usually poop everywhere and yes, including a wedding lol! So this was a wedding for my cousin Sydney on June 19th of 2017 a day after school ended and it was all the way down in New Hampshire. I had never been to New Hampshire before and it was such a beautiful place, I had only briefly driven through to get to my grandmothers house in Massachusetts. So I was excited to see a new state, I got to skip the last 2 days of school as we left on a Monday and got there on Tuesday night. My mom and I stayed in a hotel close to where the wedding would be and it was pretty nice. We had breakfast on Wednesday morning and lunch in the afternoon. And we got ready for the wedding around 5 and it started at 6. It was such a beautiful ceremony and wrapped up after about an hour. We headed to the dining hall and that was also a really beautiful place it had a golden ceiling and huge wooden walls. I forget what food we had but I remember it being really good. After about 30 minutes of eating my stomach began to tighten a bit and my cousin Katelyn came up to me and said "Hey wanna go to the bathroom with me", I agreed and thought in my head what perfect timing that was. We went in and Katelyn said "Ooo look at these stalls these are nice", I agreed and said "Jeez I have to poop so badly" and Katelyn responded "Same last time I pooped was 20 minutes before the end of my last day so 2 days ago". I lifted up my skirt and let my panties fall to my ankles since the stalls went to about an inch above the floor. I heard Katelyn make a hissing fart and I farted loudly as my butt hit the seat and a turd quickly crackled out of me and splashed in. It felt huge and it was about 7 inches long and another turd soon followed out crackling loudly, it splashed in and I felt satisfied enough. I said to Katelyn "Hey how are you doing in there" and she made a straining noise and said "Doing ugh- great" and she made a loud fart and a bunch of plunking noises. I told her I'd leave her be and I left.

I have one more story to share and this happened last Tuesday (the 18th). We have a park right by my house and usually every morning I walk my dog around there. And by the back of the park by the baseball diamond they have a building with men and women's rooms for people to use. Let's just say the night before I was having extremely bad diarrhea from something I don't even know. And I suddenly got the urge to poop again. There was a family around a mother, daughter, and son both were about 12. And a jogger was running, and as the jogger was about to run by I asked her if she would be able to watch my dog for a second as I went in. She agreed and I thanked her, she was about 20 with darkish skin and a nice body. I noticed that the 12 year old girl from the family followed in right behind me, the building had two stalls, I took the first and the girl took the second. I pushed my jean shorts and underwear to my knees since the floor was dirty, but the girl pushed her leggings down to her ankles and her underwear at about her knees but I could see a large skid mark on them so I knew it was about to be good. A massive log crackled out of me as I looked through the reflection of the back wall and saw the girl straddling over the toilet. The girl pushed and farted kind of loudly and I saw a log poke out from her butt and begin to crackle out. It splashed in and as her butt closed she made a hissing fart. I pushed out another huge log and felt great since both were about 7-8 inches long. I wiped and flushed the toilet and the girl was still pooping by the time I left.

That's all I have for now and hopefully you all liked my stories! Please send me suggestions for old stories I can talk or something like that!!


Vincene

Civic duty

Diver and I spent a weekend in another city where his team was playing in a softball tournament. Games started at 8 a.m. on Saturday morning and went until midnight. The ballpark was one of the largest I've seen because there would be 15 to 20 games going at one time. The on-site bathroom facilities were horrible. In back of each team's dugout there were a few stairs down to a dimly-lit room that had a couple of toilets, and a sink. There was no privacy.

I had been talking in the stands to this grandfather who was there with his granddaughter Iris. During our conversation Iris, who I think he said was six and just starting all-day school, started to compete for his attention and eventually had her hands between her legs and she said forcefully that she had to pee. Since grandma wasn't there he seemed frustrated and said it was probably best that she not go in alone. I immediately volunteered to take her in and she couldn't wait to go.

I took her by the hand and when we got to the bathroom I had to walk her slowly down the crooked cement stairs. We walked into the dimly-lit room, I flipped on a light and Iris ran for the nearest of the two stools. The toilet was a little too high for her four or five tries plus a boost from me to get her seated, and with the troubled expression on her face, I yanked her underwear and shorts down. This was none-too-soon because the first trickles started within seconds. It stopped and I could tell she was in pain, but I told her to take her time and I faked needing to go also as I pulled my jeans down and took the toilet next to her.

Of course my stream was heavier and she laughed a couple of times as it pounded away onto the water. Then she asked about my different, I think she used the word "strange" name, and we got a conversation going. This enabled her stream to start up again. I was asking her what she knew about flowers and her name when she jumped off the toilet and forward onto the floor. She almost fell face-first onto the concrete because her clothing caused her to be off balance. I insisted that she wash her hands and in doing so we both complained about the cold water. Then I took her back to her grandfather. He offered me a couple of dollars out of his wallet, but I nicely refused. I told him I saw it as a civic duty I was glad to do.


Anna from Austria
@Just Jerika That makes sense. Thanks a lot for your Explanation.

Luckily I never had to do use a doorless toilet.

Unlike the toilets with the big gaps I think I would never have get used to use that Kind of toilet.

In Retro perspective the big gap toilets were not that bad.

It felt weird first, after beeing used the Austrian toilet set up for my live it was not bad.

It is more embarrasing and less embarrasing to use that type of toilet at the same time.

More embarrasing because everybody can hear what you are doing, and less embarrasing because you can hear the other ladies doing the same stuff.

Here in Austria i always felt that I was the only Lady pooping, because I was the only one doing the loud pooping noises.

In the states I was rarely alone, many ladies were doing the same noises at the same time, so it felt a bit less embarrasing.

Simliar thoughs against vandalism seeem to have emerged in Austria as well recently by the way. They build a new toilet Building last year at the local park of my town. Unlike the old Building which ha normal toilet made out of ceramic, the new toilet is a all metal contruction.

Super gross to sit there because it is always cold. Most of the ladies do not bother to try to sit down, they just try to their business squatting. No Need to Mention that the toilets does not look very clean now.

i try to avoid them now unlike the old Building, which I have used frenquently.

I will never get why they did that. Never had the Impression that vandalism was that big of a Problem in the old toilet Building.

Maybe the real bad stuff happended at the Men's room. I do not know.

Greetings from Austria

Anna


Sammy
Ever since I've been confined to my house due to COVID my farts have been smelling different (not that I'm complaining or anything). They just smell different. Does anyone else here have this issue. Any input would be appreciated.

Bye for now

Sammy.


Jenny AKA SIS
Braidy-What sport or sport to you play? I used to dread to pre practice /game poop in junior high, but highschool and college I embraced it . The sports related poops felt so good, even if they cause sweaty skidmarked underwear. What kind of underwear do you and your teammates wear? Are skidmarks common. I eventually started wearing thong to sports practices ( basketball, volleyball, and tennis) since panties rode up by crack so often so wearing a thong was steering into the skid for me ( pun intended) of course I wore black underwear when ever possible

Anna from Austria, wow that sounded like a fun wedding if you drank so much you forgot to wipe. At least your roommate saw your dirty butt and not a date.

Anybody have Significant other or one night stand catch any ladies with some stains on their sexy underwear?


Mike

To Eileen

Hi hope your ok
I had another work poo the other day I had smelly pumps most of the morning then in to the afternoon I thought I just needed to fart but wasn't sure I needed a poo so luckily no customers needed serving of I went to the toilet went in bolted door pulled my pants and underwear down and sat. I started to push and out came my fart followed rapidly by a series of plops that were very loose and splattered the back of the pan my stomach felt better I got up wiped myself throughly and flushed most of the mess I had made washed away so didn't bother with brush but I left quite a smell tho I was glad to have done it on the toilet and not my pants speak soon xx


Jack

Hard poop without constipation?

My wife doesn't spend much time on the toilet, maybe 2-3 minutes. She's not struggling other than a couple of sighs or gasps. She goes every day or every other day, however she's not regular, it happens at different times everyday. We don't discuss bathroom topics, This is just what I've picked up on during the years. The most fascinating thing is the sounds she makes. Her plops are so loud! It sounds like she's dropping stones of different sizes in the bowl, sometimes it even clinks against the porclain. I don't think she needs to wipe, she only take one sheet and then flush almost immediately

She's 32 years old, average weight, vegetarian. My question is, is it possible to have these rock solid (by the sound big, dense and heavy) bowel movements without being constipated? Because she's fit and feeling well it doesn't seem like constipation to me.


Jose

Black Friday

Hi everyone! I'm Jose from Spain. First of all sorry for my grammar, I'm not native in English. I've been reading this site for a whole week. I'm amazed about your stories and I want to share mine.

Sol let's begin. My story began in the morning I decided that it was a great opportunity to go to the shopping center and buy some Christmas presents for the family. For some reason, we decided to import black Friday in Spain from the US. So for 2 years, the stores have been doing this. However, we still have winter and summer sales.

That morning I ran to the shopping center and I could feel something strange in my ???? but of course, I ignored it. I was at the store looking for sneakers and trousers and when I finally have everything my stomach says: okay, pay this and go for a toilet. I was in the queue and finally was my turn. I have a jacket in S size and the same jacket in L size, but this one doesn't have a label, so I had the s with me because it has the price and also the discount. When I finally end the purchase and was about to leave the store, the silly cashier got confused and put the s jacket instead of the L. so I immediately returned to the counter (in my defense the Cashier was new, she had in training written in the uniform) so, when I was in the counter she called the manager and this asshole and the cashier told me that I have to do the queue again. Maybe most of you would say: why don't you go to the toilet and then return to the store. this incompetent cashier put the jacket in a bucket and it was the only size. so, I did the long (a really black Friday long queue) again, and when it comes to paying I was about to explode. Finally, I leave the store and get to the toilet. I could hear the angels singing songs when I sit down. Another man came and join me in the next stall. however, the fun part of this was that the cleaning woman was in there and she enabled a chat with us. She also asked us, if it was alright to pass the mop and of course we lifted our foot helping her. in the end, we joked about the situation and I have to admit it was such a very enjoyable situation.

That was my story I hope you enjoyed. Do you guys have stories about long queues and holding it? it would be nice to hear them.


Stacy

My own Survey

Name Stacy , Stac , Lacy , age 17 , height 5'5 , build size medium built C , hips and curves, race biracial white and black but look mid complexion, favorite outfit jean jumper, places that you like to poop and pee at but haven't been yet. I have pee at church a few times but never pooped before to nervous but I want to , peed at walmart but never pooped but willing to try it, but pretty much I will poop or pee anywhere, I believe that it will hurt my body in long term if I don't take care of my body functions. have the pandemic change the way I use the restroom yes I don't have the luxury to be able hang with my friends like times past, but I have met a girl not to long ago , we have been hanging out bit more, met each other while pooping in a two seat portal potty, just see where our friendship takes us hopefully she can meet my other friends . well that's all


Trina

Another Story

Catherine - can't wait to hear about your conversation with your husband!

Shannon and Taylor - hope to hear more from you soon, too!

As for me, I've been busy working from home and haven't really had time to post, though I have popped on to read here and there. I need a break today so why not share another story? I think last time I told about my first accident where I discovered it kind of felt good. Nothing really happened for a while after that and I kind of forgot about it, although I still enjoyed the full feeling of holding it when I needed to go and had a few pee leaks here and there (and sometimes more) but I'll talk about those another time.

Anyway, fast forward to my first week in college, I was 18, away from home for the first time, living in a dorm for the first time, and all that fun stuff. All the changes and nerves had my bowels a little thrown off and irregular. It was Thursday afternoon and I hadn't pooped in a day or two and felt quite full but was holding it until I got back to the dorm after my afternoon classes. I didn't like using public bathrooms to poop (still don't) and the dorm was a long walk from the main part of campus for freshman and I didn't want to go all the way back just to poop and wouldn't have had time to do so and get back for classes anyway.

So by the time my last class of the day came around I was getting pretty desperate. I kept releasing silent gas here and there and could really feel the poop wanting to get out. I had to sit carefully and keep my butt muscles clenched. Near the end with a few minutes left it started to push again and I couldn't stop it from slowly starting to move down. I quickly shifted to sit on my heel and pushed hard against it and managed to stop it and suck it back inside, but I knew my panties would be dirty and my butt now felt sticky. I know my whole body had to be bright red with embarrassment even if nobody else knew.

Class finally ended and I threw everything in my bag and started walking as quickly as I could towards my dorm while still clenching my butt muscles. It took about ten minutes for me to get back to the dorm building, which was busy with other girls coming and going (it was a girls only dorm for freshmen). I could either take the elevator to the third floor or the stairs, but the elevators were busy and there was a group of girls already waiting to go up, and if I didn't make it I certainly didn't want to be on a crowded elevator! I decided to take the stairs, which would put me out closer to my room anyway. I knew I didn't have much longer, but I couldn't move super fast or I'd lose it even quicker, and it was hard to climb stairs quickly AND hold in my poop at the same time!

I made it past the second level and about halfway to the third floor when the alarms went off in my head and my body gave up. I stood with my back to the wall and felt the large heavy poop move steadily down into my panties and begin to fill them out. I shivered and flashed back to my accident from the few years before and remembered enjoying the sensation, but this poop was much bigger and kept coming and spreading under me. It was quite something. I was wearing somewhat tight fitting shorts, like a cloth gym short materiel, medium grey, the kind where the legs are only like an inch long at best, and they stretched easily as the load filled my panties so I didn't have to strain at all. It was over in a few seconds, then I couldn't help but also release my bladder down my legs, splashing onto the concrete steps. That took another thirty seconds or so.

When I was done I snapped back to reality from the immense relief I felt and realized I still had to get to my dorm. I quickly loosed the straps on my backpack so it hung lower to mostly cover my butt, which I carefully touched and knew had a giant and probably obvious bulge. I couldn't hide the dark grey wet spot on the front of my crotch, but better than letting anyone else see the mound in the back!

I exited the door from the stairs and walked as quickly as i could with full panties down the hall, passing a few other girls, hearing a few whispers as I passed "I think that girl peed her pants...". I was blushing beet red and avoiding eye contact. I got to my door and got inside as fast as I could.

Alas my roommate Sue was there and saw me come in and started to say hello and saw the look on my face and glanced down and obviously saw the wet spot spread from my crotch and said, "Oh! You peed your pants!?" I said, "Um, yeah, I miscalculated how long it would take to get back from class..." She said, "Oh sweetie!" (Sue was from the south), "I'm so sorry! It's ok, though. It happens! We all do it sometimes!" I pretended to smile and said, "I'm gonna clean up then..." and ducked into the bathroom. Sue called to me from outside the closed bathroom door, "I'll grab you some clean clothes you can change into!"

In the meantime I quickly dropped my backpack and took a look in the mirror at the giant bulge under my butt, which was slightly brown after wetting myself also, though the wet spot didn't show too bad from behind. The wet spot was quite obvious on the front, though. I quickly and carefully lowered my shorts and panties, marveled briefly at the size of the mound of poo in the seat of my panties and dumped it into the toilet. I wiped a couple of times and flushed and jumped into the shower to finish cleaning off. I rinsed the panties and shorts also and thankfully they got clean. After I got out Sue called that she left me some things on the floor by the door so I grabbed those and put on the clean panties and shorts and walked back out into our shared room. Sue smiled at me and gave me a hug and said, "It's ok, sweetie, we've all done it. Don't worry about it." If only she knew the full story, I thought! She said, "Why don't we go get some dinner in the caf and I'll tell you all about the time I wet myself in high school? Maybe it will make you feel better!" We laughed and I said I guessed that would be ok. So we did. I guess it was a bonding experience for us. We became pretty good friends.

Trina


Bianca

Quick Urge

Hi everybody. I had a great day concerning my pooping as I went more than once. A couple of them weren't well formed, but my last was semi urgent. Oddly, my last poop was the most interesting,because I had to pass it just as I left the bathroom after a pee. Has that happened to any of you? What I men't when I said our city cleanout by the street leaking is that when the washer, or toilet drains, water seeps up from the ground around the lid. Mom said she smelled poop one time, but I haven't smelled it from our cleanout yet. If it is indeed clogged, I bet there's poop sitting somewhere downstream. Whatever it is,it's just as strange as my sudden urge to poop after a pee. As far as physical enjoyment, I played with a Rubik's cube snake. This one feels like it's on the way out due to becoming flimsy (broke my spare yesterday), but we'll see how long it lasts. Why did the poop run down the drain? Because it wanted to escape the drain snake lol! Bye.


Shanna

So much pooping...

Hiya posters!

This is Shanna here. I havent posted in a while as things have been a little boring sometimes and hectic at others but im still always reading! Hope everyones been good!!!

Catherine: Hi! I hope you get some free time soon and everythinf settles down. Im so excited to read your story!

Andrea: yes good question! I usually know before a poop if its going to be really big or normal. Usually I know by other symptoms with my urge like how my belly feels or how quick the poop hits me.

So my form of IBS alternates a lot between constipation or having diarrhea, or just normal poops. Ive been blocked up for much of the last week. Usually when im constipated i either can't go or ill feel a poop brewing but i can only get a little out. Either way im going to feel pain in my stomach. I finally became unclothed tonight. I spent a lil time with a girlfriend of mine, and we're always open with each other about pooping because we're both oddballs lol. I was ready to go home because I felt some really strong rumbling in my belly and told her that. As i got home and exited my car, I had to poop really bad!

A common feeling I get when ive gotta poop is ill feel some pain in my lower back (don't know if anyone else experiences this) but also my butt starts puckering and quivering. I made a beeline to my room and just stripped down to my briefs really quick as this is just how I sleep. Im wearing normal white panties, they're pretty big so I think they'd hold it in case of an accident, but since my undies are all white, i panic at this possibility.

I squirmed into the restroom, shook my panties down and sat on the potty, exploding poop out as I was still in the process of getting seated. This continued for 10 mins until I felt empty but my butt has been really sore (sorry if TMI).

feeling a bit better, I went to lie down and sleep. I was awakened a few hours later by another poop urge. Again, I jump out of bed and start squirming to the potty and I start pooping my head off. I'm fighting back tears because of it causing some discomfort. It wasnt diarrhea but huge blobs of soft poop with ice cream texture. I just softly wiped, pulled up my panties and crawled back to bed.

As tough as these poops were, i feel better after getting them out than I have lately, and with how many accidents I've commonly had, im glad I didn't ruin more panties tonight. Fingers crossed for a solid and normal poop in the morning.

This site is fun and everyone is lovely! Can't wait to read more!

-Shanna <3


Tuesesday, August 25, 2020


Imogen

From 0 to 100 in about 2 minutes

Hey everyone, Imogen here.

Something weird happened yesterday. I was going to see a friend in the evening, I had something to eat (just pasta, nothing too... difficult on the stomach) before going out. Got ready etc, then went out. Walking down the road, a couple minutes away from home I started to feel pressure downstairs as if I needed a poo. Hmm, it'll go, I thought. So I carried on, and a minute later I felt a cramp in my stomach. I stopped to think what was best to do, and another cramp signalled a warning. Uh oh.

I decided it was best to turn back and go home for an emergency poo. I turned around and started walking back, every so often feeling a strong cramp. It had gone from nothing a couple of minutes ago to now being very very desperate. I was only a short way away from home but was now really struggling to hold it in. I approached my house and I could feel such huge pressure. I managed to unlock the front door and slam it behind me, at which point I felt a squirt of poo push past my tightly clamped bum and squirt into my knickers. I ran upstairs swearing to myself as another couple of squirts erupted despite me trying to hold it in, and when I got into the bathroom I didn't even lock the door, I hiked my skirt up, knickers down and aimed for the toilet. There was an eruption which felt awful and liquidy as I exploded into the toilet. I let a torrent of runny poo out and felt so empty to have finally released.

I let things slow down to a stop before I assessed the damage. I'd fortunately made it over the toilet in time, but my black knickers had quite a bad stain in them, and my bum took a LOT of wiping.

I went and changed my knickers and decided it was safest to stay at home, but nothing more happened in the end. It was really weird how it came out of nowhere, and then disappeared again! Has this happened to anyone else?

Hi to Taylor and Abbie, I hope you guys are ok!

speak soon

Imogen.


Bianca

Welcome Back

Dear Imogen: Welcome back! I always miss your stories, but I'd have to say your recent accident one was quite odd. It reminded me of an incident I had in elementary when I squirted diarrhea in a pull up I was wearing for medical reasons. Just like you, it seemed to come out of nowhere, but I didn't feel crampy. Worse yet, I passed the whole episode, and the pull up was rather full. Most of my dirty incontinence products were mostly smears from leakage, but hardly full accidents. Today, I had 2 really good poops, and one of them was forced out from nausea induced heaving. Luckily as with another experience, I was sitting on the bowl. One of the dogs was in the bathroom, and seemed to be sniffing the poop air. My recent poop started out with a blast of loud gas, and was chunky. Since I started my morning feeling under the weather, I only had some juice for lunch followed by a happy meal with an extra burger for dinner. By then, I was feeling better other than the slight abdominal gas that came before heading to the bathroom for that last latest poop.Bye.


Just Jerika

Independent public weeing

Me and my friend Gopi spent most of each summer together when we were growing up. Both of us got our first starter bikes the Christmas we were 8. That gave us more independence in playing and an important way to get around. That meant also pushing some boundaries our parents set. About 4 blocks from our street was this 40 some acre park. The largest in our city. One morning Gopi came at about 8 to get me and I hadn't gotten my morning wee in yet. She and her cousin had tried some new riding paths in the park and I was adventurous enough to take the lead. Both she and I were getting faster with our peddling and I knew my wee needs were going to get attention. I told her I was afraid the bathrooms may be closed unless there was a picnic or other event going on. I had orange juice and a water bottle for breakfast so I was feeling more desperate. I don't remember what distracted by mom, but she would normally remind me to go to the bathroom before I went out to play. I didn't always like being nagged, told or ordered (if I was too slow) to get into the bathroom, but...

It was so humid that Gopi and I were both sweating badly when we cut through the park, the playground, some real dips in the sand that almost caused us to wreck up, but we got to the bathrooms in good time. I didn't even take the time to put my kickstand down, I laid it against the side of the brick building and hurried in. Other than at school, this was going to be my first independent wee without my mother being with me. The metal barrier leading into the room had a lot of cuss words and symbols carved into it and some bright spray painted decorations that Gopi looked at before I called her in to keep me company.

The only light was from the doorway and a couple of high windows that should have been opened due to the stench. But nothing was like I had used at school and when our family was traveling. There were five or 6 toilets, close together, no privacy barriers between them, and each had a bowl filled with unflushed poo. It was gross to see paper cups and sacks in half the toilets and there was no way I was going to wee in those. One of the middle stools had a huge log; half of it was in and the other half out of the water. Since the seat looked clean enough and I had we starting to trickle into my underwear, I dropped my jean shorts to my knees and seated myself.

Gopi was still standing by the entrance using her finger to try and read what the vandals had written. My burning was getting worse as I sat, my wee stream wouldn't start and since it almost made me cry, I got up, took a new position sitting further back, and called Gopi over to keep me company. One of the things Gopi noticed right away was that there was no toilet paper available for any of the users. As we started to talk about how that would suck for those pooing, I noticed my wee stream had opened. Gopi went outside to make sure our bikes were safe and by the time she came back I had finished my wee and from the flusher on my right, I put all my weight and then some on it, while I was still physically seat. Dumb I know, but I didn't think about what I was doing. I just wanted things to be better for the next user.

There was some quick splashing under me. I immediately slid off the toilet as the dirty water came up to just below the seat and started running over from all sides of the bowl and steadily splashing to the floor. I was still pulling my underwear and shorts up as Gopi and I hurried toward the door. Luckily we got on our bikes, there was no one else around and we rode around for an hour or so before we went back to Gopi's house. We were heading into 4th grade and I had yet to see her poo away from home. I would poo once or twice a week at school and she never did. But accidents like I had been through at the park made me better understand her attitude. But I still don't understand why people simply don't flush after themselves before the toilet gets stopped up and clogged by another person.

To Anna from Austria

I get what you say. I'm in my 20s now and attending junior college so I'm using public toilets now more than ever. In the U.S. there's probably less privacy for the user because of vandalism to the equipment and drug deals and other illegal acts that would happen more if there wasn't some ways to see into the toilet booth and make sure nothing bad is happening. The grossest toilets I have ever used are at places like parks and ball fields, even though there are no privacy doors for each toilet.

to kung Poo

Squatting has never worked well for me, in public places it hurts me, and I'm not very productive with it.

to Tim (from TX)

What makes the downstairs toilet seat at work more comfortable?

to Celine

I know what you are saying about the pain you can feel after a massive shit and then laying on your side in bed to mitigate it. Last year at my college 3 times I had massive shits in the Student Union right after lunch. Then I had a 90 minute ceramics lab where I had to sit on a high wooden stool for the whole period. That hurt quite a bit.


Deb

The first time I pooped my pants with my husband

Hello,

My name is Deb. It's been a good while since my last post. I've had a few accidents in the past several months, but I wanted to write about the first time I had diarrhea and pooped my pants when I was with my husband.

Our first date was back on October 22, 2016, which I wrote about on page 2789. I actually had diarrhea in my pants a few days before our date, on my way to work. But the most memorable part of that date was when I bled through the back my pants because my period was really heavy. I soaked through my pad, hipster panties and jeans with a very noticeable stain. My husband, who was my boyfriend at the time, noticed and was very sweet about my accident.

About a month later, we took a drive up around the Grand Bend and Goderich area for a day trip. He picked me up early from my place in London, and we stopped for coffee on our way out. The coffee was good, but it had an effect on my bowels. I was getting cramps and as we were driving through this little town called Ailsa Craig, I knew I needed a toilet to have diarrhea. Unfortunately there was no place to stop there. I could feel a rush of diarrhea want to come out so I clenched my bum with all I had, but a tiny bit slipped out.

I said, "I'm sorry but I really need to get to a toilet as soon as possible."
He said, "Okay no problem. We can stop at the Tim Hortons in Park Hill."
I said, "Okay, thanks. Just please hurry."

The cramps were only getting worse. They got really bad and the pressure just became too much. I moaned and let out a wet fart which came squelching out.

I said quietly, "Oh god no!"
He asked, "Are you okay?"
I said, "No, please hurry."

We finally got to Park Hill and to Tim Hortons. He parked and I did my best to keep everything in as I got out of his car. Another wet day escaped with a squelch. I knew my panties were stained by my wet farts. I got to the door, opened it and just exploded in my panties. My future husband was right there with me but he didn't know what happened at that point. I shuffled to the washroom, still going in my pants. I had to wait a few minutes before I could get into a stall. It was awful. I was letting out another wave of diarrhea and by now it was going up my back and down my legs. I finally got into a stall and pulled down my jeans and hipsters. Cleaning up was impossible. I sat on the toilet for a few minutes, trying to let the rest of my diarrhea out. When I felt like I was done, I pulled up my panties and jeans, washed my hands and went back to the car where my wonderful man was waiting.

I sat down very carefully in his car and then started crying. He asked me what was wrong, so I said,

"I need to go to a store to buy some panties and pants."
He said, "Okay, no problem. Where do you want to go?"
I said, "There is a Giant Tiger in Goderich." Goderich was still a gold hour away.

After a few minutes he asked, "Hey, are you okay? You're very quiet. What's going on?"
I said, "I've had an accident and I didn't bring any clothes to change into."
He said, "Oh I'm so sorry. Is your period really heavy again?"
I said, "Actually, it's not really my period this time."
He said, "Oh... okay..."

After a few minutes I started crying again and decided to tell him what happened. I was cramping up again as well.

I said, "Here's the deal... Sometimes before I get my period, a few days before, I get diarrhea. Sometimes it's so bad that I have accidents. I have been having the worst cramps all morning and the coffee didn't help. I started going in my pants as we were driving through Ailsa Craig and I completely pooped my pants getting out of your car and as I was going into the Tim Hortons. I wasn't able to get myself cleaned up and now I feel like I have to go again. It's terrible, I'm sorry."

Right after I finished my little rant, I started pooping my panties again. The mess was going up my back, into the front of my panties and down my legs.

After a few minutes, he said, "Wow Deb. I'm so, so sorry."

He offered to turn around and go back home, but I insisted that we keep going. He asked me how often I had diarrhea and had accidents of that sort, so I told him everything, including what happened the few days before we went to Hamilton together. He was so sweet and nice about everything.

We finally got to Goderich and to Giant Tiger. I tied my sweater around my waist to hide my accident while I looked for new panties and jeans. I also bought a package of baby wipes to help get cleaned up. After that we went to this park where they had public washrooms for me to get cleaned up and changed. He was a wonderful help as he passed me wet paper towels and took my messy panties and jeans and wrapped them in the Giant Tiger bag. We were the only ones in the washroom, obviously.

I'm so lucky to have found this guy. This was just the first of many accidents I have had with him.

Thanks for reading! I'll be back again with more stories, hopefully soon.

Deb.


Andrea

Major urge to go

This morning after breakfast I was puttering around. after about a half hour I had the urge to go. I can always tell by the "feel" of my urge if it's going to be a whopper of a dump. I knew this mornings toilet session was going to be massive. I delayed as long as possible because I love the feel of the urge getting stronger. Finally I succumbed and plopped myself on the toilet. The load I dropped was not disappointing. It was large,loud and non stop. When I finally finished I couldn't flush it. Yes I clogged the toilet. As you might guess I'm very adept at plunging. After a few minutes I broke the log jam and was able to flush. This brings me to a question for all of you. I can always tell by the feel of my urge if it's going to be big or just average. Can you tell by your urge if it's going to be big as in toilet clogging or just average?


Bianca

Weird Interest

Hi everybody. I was so amazed at getting our sewer cleaned out 4 months ago, that I've enjoyed some cleaning videos a little recently. I've not heard any concerning a complete poop impaction, but I've found one where baby wipes were the cause. The thing I love about those videos is the sewer snake with the cutters! As a blind person using one of these is most likely out of the question, but I'd be satisfied clearing a big poop from the toilet. When I daydreamed about using a drain snake, I imagined a disgusting cleanout packed with poop, and me getting a kick out of enjoying the relief of clearance. I've not really thought about it as much lately, but oddly, our cleanout by the street is leaking. When I think about it, I imagine dangling a large drain snake in there, and braking up a bunch of poop, etc. Bye!


Jennifer

Constipated boyfriend

Hi Kenna,
Very interesting to hear your stories. I have a boyfriend who's also often constipated. However, mine is much more shy about it and would never let me see him on the toilet. But yeah, it can be annoying when he's in the bathroom at least 5 minutes every damn morning. I need to get to my job, damn it. :)


Stacy

Saw another cool survey

1. Ladies if you wear a dress or skirt and you use the toilet, how low do you drop your panties ( if you are wearing any lol)? skirt mid thigh area panties to my shins I was taught to pull them down to let others know that you going be on for awhile, dress i raise it up and panties to shins

2. Have your haver seen a neighbors pants or underwear down to there ankles in a public stall with skidmarks ? no but I seen pants and panties down

3. Do you have long or fake nails? do you think your panties are less clean when you wipe when you have the fake nails natural medium nails, I make sure I'm clean regardless

4. Ladies how dirty did you underwear get after a wedding? If your underwear was dirty, were you the bride, bridesmaid or a regular guest? Is this normal for you or was it other factors related to the wedding like having along fancy dress to pull up and not being able to wipe normally or getting really sweaty from the dancing and reception? What kind of underwear? I get clean regardless don't care how long i'm in there for

5. Do you let your guard down more when you poop at the gym than work in terms of how much noise you make? ( plopping sounds, fart, moaning, talking to neighbors or on the phone) what ever come out just have to come out


Sherryl

Multiple poops in a day multiple days in a row

Hey everyone. Been a while since I posted anything but I have something share-worthy. So lately I have been having to poop multiple times a day and when I say that, I mean at least 5 times or more. I don't know what's going on. Neither does the gastro doc. I wouldn't be worried about it if it were normal for me, but it isn't. Yesterday I went 9 times throughout the day, 4 of which were outside in the woods. They aren't little poops either. Most of the time they are a mixture of solid and wet poop, and by the end of the day my ass hole is on fire. If anyone has any info on what might be behind it, I'd really appreciate it. Hope everyone is doing good.


Rosalynne

Straddle or sit and hope for the best?

I take a minority of my bowel movements at home.I'll sit and have my phone on my lap or in my hands to amuse myself with if my sit time takes 10 minutes or more. No problem!

Away from home is a problem definitely. Some of my sits have involved a fist on the door asking me if I died or fell asleep. I'm a bit overweight (15 pounds) and there's been a couple of slurs about my 'shit getting stuck' and me holding up the line. I told my pediatrician about it and she suggested I take my school-issue laptop in with me because that will take my mind off things. That didn't work. When those in line peeked in and saw me editing my homework someone texted the assistant principal who came into the bathroom, peeked in on me and told me to put the nuisance device away and to show others waiting some consideration.

What about me trying to get rid of my 3 day load before I went into a tough AP exam the next hour?

So the next day after having downed a laxative before leaving for school before the 1st hour bell I went into a crowded 20 toilet bathroom and practiced the straddle stand my mom had taught me. I lifted the seat, gave three pushes and felt confident something was sliding down to the gate. Three pieces fell, none bigger than a fingernail and not strong enough to splash. Then I did the straddle/stand exercises with my arms on my thighs and my posture changing that my pediatrician had taught me. Nothing happened, except that I now had to pee.

I seated myself and it was so instantaneous and refreshing. I think I would have filled about a glass with my very yellow pee. But my constipation made me feel bad the rest of the day. After lunch I went back to the bathroom, waited 10 minutes for a toilet to open, and then threw myself onto it. There was a blast that instantly drew a couple of laughs, following my filling the bowl real fast with goop. Then when I stood to wipe myself of the mess, the seat partially stuck to my butt. I used up all the remaining toilet paper in cleaning myself and my butt was stinging when I carefully walked out of the cubicle.


Mike

To Eileen

Hi great to hear from you aswell, yes it was quite painful with it being big and not usually having them like that so had to accommodate the size as It came out which made me a bit sore look forward to speaking soon take care xx


Sunday, August 23, 2020


Gerben
Hey Luna, welcome to the site!
I'd love to hear some stories about you going outside!


Catherine

Responses

To Sammy: Hi there! Because I was in a friend's condo with a group of people, I felt that I could not hide it. It was the bathroom that guests were using, so I had to tell the owner's younger sister. While she went into the her brother's bedroom to get a plunger, another guy went in and announced it to the whole room. I was embarrassed! The owner took care of plunging. To my surprise, he asked me out on a date. We dated until the spring of the following year and broke up. No big loss! I'm really happy now!

Braidy: Good to hear from you again!

Love to all!

Catherine!


Mike

To Eilee

Imogen

From 0 to 100 in about 2 minutes

Hey everyone, Imogen here.

Something weird happened yesterday. I was going to see a friend in the evening, I had something to eat (just pasta, nothing too... difficult on the stomach) before going out. Got ready etc, then went out. Walking down the road, a couple minutes away from home I started to feel pressure downstairs as if I needed a poo. Hmm, it'll go, I thought. So I carried on, and a minute later I felt a cramp in my stomach. I stopped to think what was best to do, and another cramp signalled a warning. Uh oh.

I decided it was best to turn back and go home for an emergency poo. I turned around and started walking back, every so often feeling a strong cramp. It had gone from nothing a couple of minutes ago to now being very very desperate. I was only a short way away from home but was now really struggling to hold it in. I approached my house and I could feel such huge pressure. I managed to unlock the front door and slam it behind me, at which point I felt a squirt of poo push past my tightly clamped bum and squirt into my knickers. I ran upstairs swearing to myself as another couple of squirts erupted despite me trying to hold it in, and when I got into the bathroom I didn't even lock the door, I hiked my skirt up, knickers down and aimed for the toilet. There was an eruption which felt awful and liquidy as I exploded into the toilet. I let a torrent of runny poo out and felt so empty to have finally released.

I let things slow down to a stop before I assessed the damage. I'd fortunately made it over the toilet in time, but my black knickers had quite a bad stain in them, and my bum took a LOT of wiping.

I went and changed my knickers and decided it was safest to stay at home, but nothing more happened in the end. It was really weird how it came out of nowhere, and then disappeared again! Has this happened to anyone else?

Hi to Taylor and Abbie, I hope you guys are ok!

speak soon

Imogen.


n Hi great to hear from you aswell, yes it was quite painful with it being big and not usually having them like that so had to accommodate the size as It came out which made me a bit sore look forward to speaking soon take care xx


Rosalynne

Straddle or sit and hope for the best?

I take a minority of my bowel movements at home.I'll sit and have my phone on my lap or in my hands to amuse myself with if my sit time takes 10 minutes or more. No problem!

Away from home is a problem definitely. Some of my sits have involved a fist on the door asking me if I died or fell asleep. I'm a bit overweight (15 pounds) and there's been a couple of slurs about my 'shit getting stuck' and me holding up the line. I told my pediatrician about it and she suggested I take my school-issue laptop in with me because that will take my mind off things. That didn't work. When those in line peeked in and saw me editing my homework someone texted the assistant principal who came into the bathroom, peeked in on me and told me to put the nuisance device away and to show others waiting some consideration.

What about me trying to get rid of my 3 day load before I went into a tough AP exam the next hour?

So the next day after having downed a laxative before leaving for school before the 1st hour bell I went into a crowded 20 toilet bathroom and practiced the straddle stand my mom had taught me. I lifted the seat, gave three pushes and felt confident something was sliding down to the gate. Three pieces fell, none bigger than a fingernail and not strong enough to splash. Then I did the straddle/stand exercises with my arms on my thighs and my posture changing that my pediatrician had taught me. Nothing happened, except that I now had to pee.

I seated myself and it was so instantaneous and refreshing. I think I would have filled about a glass with my very yellow pee. But my constipation made me feel bad the rest of the day. After lunch I went back to the bathroom, waited 10 minutes for a toilet to open, and then threw myself onto it. There was a blast that instantly drew a couple of laughs, following my filling the bowl real fast with goop. Then when I stood to wipe myself of the mess, the seat partially stuck to my butt. I used up all the remaining toilet paper in cleaning myself and my butt was stinging when I carefully walked out of the cubicle.


Anna from Austria

Jenny Survey

I do another Survey


1: If I wear a dress or skirt and I'm on the toilet how far down do I drop my panties?

mid thigh

2: Have I ever seen a person's pants or underwear down to their ankles and showing skidmarks?

No never. Here in Austria the gaps between the stalls at public restrooms are very small if there are any at all. So the underwear of the neighbors in the toilets are not visible at all.

I was suprised how big the gaps in the american restrooms are when I visited the states recently. You can really see everything.

It also made me change my habbits. I used to put my panties or thong down the ankles because in in the Austrian toilets nobody can see anything. in the states it was different. So i quickly learned that the ot her ladies put their panties just to the knee Levels and not the ankles. So i quickly adjusted. Because it felt weird to let strangers see my underwear. Luckily there were no skidmarks in it.

3: Do we have long or fake nails and do they hurt clean wiping?

No not at all.

4: How dirty did my underwear get after a wedding?

I told the Story About the wedding indcident already. See below.


5: Do I let my guard down more when I poop at the gym than work in terms of how much noise I make?


No not really. Austrian toilets give you really good privacy compared to the toilets in the states.

The gaps are small and other plus Point is that most public toilets are build that way that there is tray in the toilet and the bodily waste feels on the tray and not directly in the water.

Thanks to not so big gaps it takes a while until the smell escapes. And if there is no farting involed it is quite easy to poop unoticed. I Always fart when I poop, so I cannot hide my intentions but it is easier to hide it than in the American toilets.

Might be just me Imagination but I think thanks to the bigger gaps in the American toilets the small escapes faster so it takes less time until the poo stench fills the room.

Due to the toilets were everything goes into the whole, I was also suprised how loud my plops can be.

Was quite embarrasing using that new set up of toilets first But I got used to it. I was not that bad but I still prefer Austrian toilets, because duo the set up you do not let everyone know what are you doing. Unlike some American toilets.

6: Do I use toilet seat covers in a public bathroom?
No

7: Was this my practice before COVID or did I start recently?
I started doing it due to Covid. As I have never seen any seat covers I use toilet paper.


8: If seat covers were out and there was only enough toilet paper to wipe my crack, would I waste that paper on seat covering?


Cleaning myself would my my top priority. Especially when going Number 2.

My poop is quite soft most of the time, so cleaning is my top priority.


I do not want to soil my panties/thongs.


Greetings from Austria

Anna


Friday, August 21, 2020


kung Poo

Squat or sit, or both

I overheard a conversation between two women who are discussing their bowel movement problems. They look like they're in their early 30s, well dressed, office workers. One said she preferred to squat to poop, while the other said it was tiring, and preferred a leisure dump seated while browsing on her phone.

What are your opinions? Which do you prefer? Or a combination of both, like using a Squatty Potty perhaps? If so, why? Which one makes bowel movement easier?


Eileen

Reply to Mike

Great to hear from you again , Mike . You had a large poop one afternoon . I'll bet that was painful ? As for me , I sat on the toilet for another 10 minutes , then I managed to get 1 more piece out . It was a solid lump about 4 inches long . I cleaned up and went to bed shortly after that . Well , until next time , take care , Mike , I look forward to hearing from you again soon . XXX


Braidy

Jenny aka SIS's feedback questions

1: If I wear a dress or skirt and I'm on the toilet how far down do I drop my panties?

At home all the way to the floor; in public toilets, mid-thigh

2: Have I ever seen a person's pants or underwear down to their ankles and showing skidmarks?

Yes, just last month while I was running in the park. I stopped in a bathroom with no cubicles or privacy doors. This girl about 7 was sitting on the toilet next to me, both hands on her bruised knee, and I could see a streak as long as a phone in her underwear. She was peeing away and more worried about her knee. She jumped down and left without wiping. But she only peed and wasn't shy about it. Two years ago both myself and one of my players were in adjacent stalls at a field house having our shits before a game. It was obvious Angie had not wiped well earlier nor taken any extra steps to get rid of the stain in her underwear.

3: Do we have long or fake nails and do they hurt clean wiping?
None of us have long or fake nails because we are multi-season athletes and we need to be competitive in ball-handling.

4: How dirty did my underwear get after a wedding?
N/A

5: Do I let my guard down more when I poop at the gym than work in terms of how much noise I make?
At 6'7" I'm usually the tallest woman in the room. Even when I'm seated on the toilet my head and part of my shoulders can be seen over any cubicle partitions. I've had little kids point and whisper to their moms when they see me. Most mom just point the child into a toilet stall and say MYOB!

6: Do I use toilet seat covers in a public bathroom?
No.

7: Was this my practice before COVID or did I start recently?
When I was a little girl my mom would wither wipe off the seat first or put paper tissues over the seat. Once I started unsupervised, I've just sat down and done my thing. Most of my team members are the same way, although a few are wiping the seat off before sitting on it.

8: If seat covers were out and there was only enough toilet paper to wipe my crack, would I waste that paper on seat covering?

No. Wiping paper is my lone priority.


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