Taylor
Mother, daughter, and me!
I was running errands today and had to pay a visit to the ladies toilets. When I open a door I always look over my shoulder to check for anyone behind me and there was a mother about my age and her young daughter, maybe 8 or 9. She looked like a mini version of her mum. I held the door for them and as we walked in I saw there was only two stalls. I offered to let them both go first and I would wait and they thanked me as they took a stall each. There was a soft tinkle from the young girl peeing and it was quickly drowned out by her mother starting a gush of her own. They quickly finished peeing and I heard the mother pull off some toilet paper but the daughter remained silent. The toilet flushed and she soon left, thanking me again and I took her place.
I locked the door behind me and as I was unfastening my jeans I heard a splash from the girl next to me, she was pooping! I pulled down my jeans to my calves with my thong and sat down on the warm seat. There was another splash as I felt my body relaxing and I softly farted as my body involuntarily pushed and my large log emerged. It was in that middle ground where I was being nicely stretched but it was verging on being a little too wide. It started slowly but quickly sped up and there was two splashes within seconds of each other as we both dropped a log. I started peeing, smiling to myself as a second log made its way out and I heard the toilet roll holder from next door. My second piece was much larger and seemed to go on forever before it fell with a "flumph" followed by a "plunk" and once my bladder was empty I took some toilet paper. The toilet next door flushed and the girl left as I began the clean up. I thought my poop was pretty solid and I expected a clean break but as the first handful came back I thought to myself "oh no…" It was like mud. It took five large handfuls before I was finally clean and I used one more to wipe my front before standing and redressing. I wanted to look at my load but it as completely obscured by the tissue but miraculously it all flushed! I left my stall and washed my hands in the now empty bathroom before continuing with my errands. Sadly, paying bills. :(
Mina
Mina decides to be back : Dear Amy, about girls in boys' loo
Hi Everyone, we hope you are very fine.
Mina decided some days before to quit this site, but then she was so sad and cried, so now she is back. Maybe she won't tell any more story, because she always seems that she is breaking rule (she doesn't know which rule), but she write other things which they are not story.
Amy, your story about girls using loo for boys touched chord. We are not sports types, but Kazu had similar experience in her music life when she was schoolgirl. She plays flute. Before recital, she was butterflies in her stomach, so she went to loo. She sat down and soon she farting and plopping. After she sat there about 10 minutes, another girl came in to loo, shouted "Kazu are you there? Teacher wonder why you disappear."
"Yes I'm here but I can't come out now." Buu, buu, plop, plop, bururururururu.
"I tell teacher."
After ten more minutes Kazu came out. "Sorry, teacher. I had bad stomachache. Now OK, I can play flute."
Teacher said, "Kazu-chan, you are very good girl. Very good idea to go to toilet and defecate a lot before performance. Make you feel good and play well. Everyone should do same."
So from next recital, all girls went to loo. (Boys too.) Lucky thing was, concert hall had many toilets for girls, so like you and your friends Amy, all girls went into cubicles and defecated like there is no tomorrow. Most finish in five minutes but Kazu sat for about fifteen, and other girls stand outside her cubicle. "Good luck Kazu-chan. Defecate lots and lots."
Kazu obeyed to that order. Then she went on stage with empty bottom and played flute.
Kazu said, she is so happy to hear Mina's translation of Amy's post.
Katherine, we read your story, so horrible. Maho was so so angry. She wanted to give black eye to girl who hurt you. Actually we all angry, but Maho trembling, and fire fly from her eyes. She shout, "Katherine we love you. If you come our flat and have accident here, we help you with everything, never hurt you, hug and kiss to you instead." And she burst into the tears. We think like her. We love you. We are happy your news about church and pull ups.
Kim! Nobody in this site is weirdo. You are normal!
Love to everyone.
Chakamami Family
Anna from Austria
story about intern
We got a new intern at work I barely know here because she is working at another department but she seems to extra miles when she has to use the restroom. She always uses the ladies room at our department instead of hers. I have hav always asumed she does does not want meet the people she is working closely while pooping. I cannot really say it is weird I did the same during my school days.
Anyway last monday my my suspicion turned out to be correct. When I was on the way to the ladies to pee I saw the intern girl coming out the bathroom. Nobody else was in it and there was faint poop smell in the air.
Almost non existing judging by fact that smell must be rather fresh. She just left the bathroom. only few seconds before I entered it.
Then the door openened and 2 other ladies rushed in occupied 2 stalls. So I was forced to use the only remaining stall left. It was the stall the intern girl was using.
She left quite mess in the stall and clogged the toilet partially It was not visible at the first glance. I only noticed it when I wanted o flush down my pee. I remained in the stall until the 2 other ladies left, to avoid the impression that I was on the one who was responsible for the mess. Then I called the facility managed to get the problem fixed. I was really glad that just had to pee. If I had to number 2 as well it would have been embarrasing as hell.
that is my story for today
greetings from Austria
Anna.
Julie_TG
Weird dreams, and the mall again
Hello again!
A few times, I've had a really weird dream, which felt totally real, where I dreamed I was lying awake in my bed, desperately trying to get to sleep. Which I guess is sort of ..... meta, somehow, but whatever.
A few nights ago, I had the dream again, except with a strange twist. I dreamed I had woken from a dream and was lying in bed, still not quite fully conscious -- except there was one thing I was fully conscious of. I was at Buttcon 1, to misquote a movie. And as I lay there, helpless, with the duvet thrown half off me, a small turd slipped out of my behind and onto the sheet. Now I was mortified, but I could not resist the sleep that was washing over me again .....
And when I woke from that, now with the duvet fully over me, at first I panicked; because I was convinced I really had shit the bed and most probably rolled over onto it and spread it everywhere! But a few minutes spent checking myself and the bed confirmed that it had all been a dream, albeit a really vivid and lifelike one.
Since my mind played that epic trick on me, I've also been for another laser session -- necessitating another wee in the shopping mall toilets beforehand. I guess I was a little less scared this time. It passed without incident, anyway. TERFs make a lot of noise online, but don't seem to be that common in real life. I also found a coffee shop in the mall that has its own, universal toilet, so I went there for my post-treatment recovery. Unfortunately, the toilet door was on red; and I finished my coffee and muffin before getting the chance to see whether that meant it was out of action or just in use.
Postman
To Amy
Welcome to the forum! Great first story. Yes, that was the usual setup for boys restrooms when I was in school (don't know if it's still like that). That's why I never pooped at school in all the years I was in school. I like my privacy. Some guys it didn't seem to bother, though. Everybody's different in that regard, I guess.
Again, welcome, and looking forward to your future stories.
Scooter
At the All You Can Eat Buffet
I have a great story for you, but first I want to thank everyone who answered my recent survey.
I was recently eating dinner at one of those all you can eat buffet restaurants. Midway through my meal I had to pee so I made my way to the men's room. As soon as I opened the door I could see two stalls. One was occupied and the feet immediately spun around from the sitting to the standing position like he was also going to pee. I thought that was odd, but I made my way to the urinals, which were directly across from the stalls. I saw his eyes glancing at me through the crack between the stall wall and door. As soon as he saw my face , his feet were quickly back pointing the other direction. I thought to myself, he's going to poop! I have to admit, I took a long time at the urinal (longer than usual) so that I could listen. And I wasn't disappointed. This poor person really, really had to poop I could hear, soft grants, the familiar crackling sound, and them occasional sigh of relief. he had about three rounds of poop while I was standing at the urinal. I eventually made my way over to the sink and slowly started washing my hands. I heard another round of poop and then the toilet paper roll spinning. I acted like I was wiping something off my shirt so that I could stay in the bathroom and see who it was. After wiping a few times he flushed and exited the stall. to my surprise, it turns out that it was a young teenager, maybe 13 or 14. He very quickly washed his hands and ran out of the bathroom. Later, as I was getting my dessert, I saw the kid sitting with six or seven other kids his age. Now I know why he stood up so quick when I entered the restroom. He didn't want any of his buddies to know that he had to poop. Once he saw, I wasn't one of his friends. He quickly sat down and started to unload. I smiled because I was the only one in the whole restaurant who knew he just took a huge poop, but his secret was safe with me!
Quite painful huge stools after stomach bug
So as people know me and my wife have had a ???? bug which has left us a bit dehydrated and unable to poo, we had our big meal of stew Saturday night with plenty of vegetables which was delicious. We'd been practically living off bread and crackers until our stomachs had returned to normal but it bunged us up so then we had the opposite problem, we were drinking a lot of water to get our bowels moving and a little bit of warm prune juice along with prune yogurts. It kicked in for my wife Sunday afternoon as we were watching tv in the living room, she let out a quiet pained sound and gripped her swollen stomach "you okay, dear?" I asked "I have awful cramps, I think the prunes are working" she farted into the sofa which made them sound muffled and i felt the vibrations brrt brrt brrrt "ooh I'd better go to the toilet" she hastily waddled upstairs and into the bathroom leaving me with the rotten smell of her farts. I wafted it away to no avail and it lingered for quite a while, I heard a high pitched brrrrrrrt from upstairs and hoped she was having some success. She came down 20 minutes later looking relieved "I've been" we both cheered "I would avoid the bathroom for a while if I was you" i laughed and said "I'll take your word for it" she sat down on the sofa and we continued watching tv. I had to go for a wee half an hour later so I got up carefully as my wife had fallen asleep. I decided to have a little try because it felt like there was a rock in my gut and I was fed up of the cramps so I sat down on the toilet, I had a big lovely wee with a couple of quick farts that took me by surprise Brapt Brapt, it eventually trickled to a stop and I began to focus on my back end. Brapt I just allowed my sphincter to relax as I read a book, pfffffffffffff. nothing was moving so I stopped for a bit and decided to make a warm drink, I grabbed my drink, went upstairs and began sipping it while I was on the loo, I started to cramp and feel some movement after, pffffffffffffworrtt I leaned forward as I felt a huge sharp mass stretching my rectum and I had no choice but to push UHNNNNNGH a massive boulder started tearing its way through me, you know when Jim Carrey stretches his way out of that fake rhinos arse? That's what it felt like. It was a huge hard log but small pebbles kept breaking off of it as I pushed it out nnnngh plop plop plip plop plop plop plop plop plop plop plop I took a breather, it hurt pretty bad as my hole was still stretched open, one last strong push and larger pieces plunked into the loo giving me a big splash each time HUNNNNNNNGH TSZTSZTSZTSZPLUNK TSZTSZTSZTSZTSZPLUNK AW GOD TSZTSZTSZTSZTSZ NNNGH TSZKER SPLUNK oof my body went like jelly and I sighed a big sigh of relief and so did my butt BROART RROARRTT phew. There were some massive knobbly chunks sunken in the water with a lot of pebbles, it was all a really dark brown colour with a mild odour like manure. I had to flush 3 times for it to go down and then wiped which was quite clean but there was a bit of blood on the paper. my bottom was raw so I put some cream on it. I just went straight to bed after as I was exhausted. I woke up three hours later at 6pm with a stomach ache and felt another one in the tank, I got up and walked to the bathroom but the door was shut and i heard some sloppy diarrhea echoing from within, then a wet Brrumpptt and a sigh from my wife so I went and sat back on the bed to give her some privacy.
There was a flush not long after and I felt relieved to hear it because I was so desperate, then the washing of her hands and then…. She started running the bath, I didn't want to disturb her but I couldn't hold it in any longer so I went and knocked on the door knock knock "I'm sorry to bother you dear but I urgently need a poo " "okay hun, just a second" she turned off the tap and came out of the bathroom "it's all yours" "sorry about this" I could smell the undertone of what my wife had produced under the heavy mask of air freshener as I entered the bathroom, I went in and sat on the bog, forgetting to grab my book but it didn't feel as though I would have any trouble going. The cork of crackers and bread had gone and now I believed it was the big dinner of the stew that wanted out BRRRRR RUMPT the wide tip angrily poked out and everything began to painfully glide out with force, I groaned and folded my arms to my stomach while rocking back and forth on the toilet TSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZ "come on" I whispered, it hurt pretty bad and it was making my eyes water TSZTSZTSZTSZ NNNGH TSSSSSSSSKERPLUNK oof. The pain lingered in my rectum and anus for a while, my arse felt battered and bruised but my stomach felt much better, I let out nice relieving wee afterwards. a fat smooth dark brown sunken sausage was resting with its tail peeking above the water, I flushed the monster and the water rose a little bit but then went down. It was another clean, slightly bloody and sore wipe. I finished up and left the bathroom, my wife shouted from our bedroom "feel better honey?!" "A lot better!" I replied. As my wife had her bath I went and ate some baked beans to try and get me having more softer poos and I also had some salad a bit later on, my digestive system was so out of wack and I wanted it back to normal. I was farting so bad the rest of the evening right up until I fell asleep but woke myself up with a loud one in the middle of the night. Every toot hurt due to the state of my poor hole. My wife was awake probably because of my butt trumpet "honey? I think you need to see a doctor" she whispered when she saw me awake, I laughed in my half conscious state and said "sorry love, I've had beans" "how many tins?" "Just the one" I felt another coming "uh oh" BRRRRRuuump my wife laughed while choking, it reeked, I felt something else brewing down below "I think I should go to the toilet" "I think you should, that was terrible" my wife replied.
So I sat on the loo reading, blasting the most outrageous smelly farts into the bowl for about 5 minutes, I began to have a huge soft poo that came out with ease, although I was grimacing due to my sore ring. I always have a good poo after eating beans and they had worked their magic once again, the only price I pay is the constant powerful smelly trumps, a big bellowing fart echoed out as the turd got narrower and KERPLUNKED into the bowl, it was a floater and a big one at that, it was light brown and was happily bobbing on the surface. It took a few wipes
, no blood this time and I placed the loo roll at the side of the bowl to avoid covering the turd as I was leaving this one for my wife as a present, I closed the loo seat and sprayed some air freshener then washed my hands and went back to bed. "Did you go?" My wife asked "i sure did" I replied. My wife must have gotten up to pee in the morning because she came and woke me up saying "honey? There's a huge poo in the toilet and it won't flush" "I made it for you" I said still half asleep, she laughed and said "charming" then went back to the bathroom, it was gone by the time I'd had breakfast and went to have another bowel movement, which I was quite glad about as I had a runny prune poo because I accidentally ate a yogurt with them in instead of a normal one.
It's now Tuesday as I type this and it's my lunch break at work. My movements have been a lot better today, went for a good solid poo this morning, a lovely big one last night and hoping for another this evening. My ring is healing and I'm trying to keep my poos soft. I think my wifes poos have been a little bit painful as I've heard her struggling a couple of times in the bathroom and I saw her take some softeners this morning. I'm praying she has a good relaxing soft poo today.
-BogBuster
Wednesday, March 11, 2026
Katherine
Once I turned 13, I had been removed from my parents yet again and this time, placed in a group home. That group home was hell for a young teen who so frequently wet her pants. I was mocked, screamed at, called a baby and a loser by the other kids and even occasionally beat up when I was unfortunate enough to pee in my pants in front of other kids. Some of them were real bullies for sure. It was fairly common for me to wet on my way to the bathroom because I had to work up the courage to ask to go during lessons. Sometimes I was too afraid to ask and ended up peeing on my chair. It was a coin toss whether staff would give me dry pants and underwear after an accident. Some of them were bullies as well and I was a prime target. One would usually smirk and tell me if I wanted to go pee in my pants, I could just wear them that way for the rest of the day. It was awful. One week I had had so many accidents plus bedwetting episodes that by the weekend I was put on discipline. Meaning I couldn't go out to the play area or watch TV all weekend. I really tried hard to go to the bathroom when I needed to but fear of the bathroom due to severe past trauma, undiagnosed psychogenic incontinence and horrendous bullying took its toll and I frequently couldn't get to the bathroom and get my clothes down before I ended up soaking my pants. I frequently wasn't allowed to go on field trips and such due to my problem. One particularly awful memory was coming into the girls' room with a softball size wet patch on my crotch and spreading across my thighs. I was crying and trembling as I tried to unbutton my jeans but it was too late. All I could do was stand there, helplessly as pee ran down my legs and puddled around my shoes. Unfortunately one of the older girls who was truly mean as hell came in just then and noticed my tears and soggy jeans. Not to put too fine a point on it, I ended up with a black eye and bruises all over my body. I knew I couldn't tell on her. Some staff wouldn't have cared anyway and it would have been all the worse for me no matter who I told. This incident made it even harder to go to the potty in time due to paralyzing fear of the bathroom and naturally my accidents became even more frequent. More stories later.
Anna from Austria
Reply to Marissa
Dear Marissa, yeah, it is really interesting how coffee can work with some people.
Thanks for sharing your stories. I normally take about 20 minutes after having coffee before I need to follow the call of nature. The almost instant poop I had at the mall was a single event. But thanks to your stories, I know that I am not the only one.
Greetings from Austria
Anna
Taylor
Outdoor poop
I went on a long walk this morning with my group, there was about 30 of us on the walk and about 2 hours into it I really needed to pee so I told the group to go ahead and I would catch up before disappearing into the trees. Happy I was hidden from view I pulled down my leggings and thong and lowered myself into a squat, and started peeing with a quiet hissing against the dirt a few seconds later. It felt amazing!
As I was peeing I felt another sensation, I didn't just need a wee… I needed to poop. I could have probably held it but I was there now, and I had tissues with me so I decided to go for it. I finished peeing and my heart fluttered as I reached the point of no return and my backdoor gently domed as my log forced its way out. It moved quickly and I soon felt a little resistance as it reached the ground but it just kept going! There was no stopping it. It eventually finished and I dribbled out a little more wee as I pulled out my tissues, half standing to wipe. I started with my behind, taking three tissues to come back clean and I stood up fully, reaching between my legs to wipe my front. I felt so much better. I pulled up my leggings and looked back at my creation, it was a perfect neat little pile, a long log coiled on top of itself. When I emerged from the trees my group were still visible in the distance so I wasn't gone for that long!
Amy
Hey, everyone! Long time lurker on this form, and basically just a girl who enjoys a good bowel movement, haha! Thought I might start sharing some of my stories here and there.
The first one that comes to mind, that I thought you all might appreciate, happened back in high school. I was on the volleyball team, and we were participating in a large conference tournament at a rival school. Being that there were multiple teams there, we were assigned to what was a normally Male locker room. No big deal, really, but it became interesting once we needed to use the restrooms. For whatever reason (and I had heard this from male friends), the male restrooms at a lot of schools didn't have doors on the stalls, and just had short dividers between the toilets.
I will be the first to admit that me and my teammates were pretty open about using the bathroom, and there were often several of us side by side farting and plopping in the stalls at our home school, but this open arrangement was admittedly a little bit startling (and to me, exciting!) We all liked to evacuate our bowels before a match if at all possible, but I was wondering if this arrangement might cause some shyness. My question was soon answered as my friend Jess marched over to the toilets and dropped her shorts. She quickly let out a bowl shaking fart and I could soon hear a loud crackle, and several plops falling into the bowl.
At this point I felt a thrill, and was totally ready to empty myself, so I hurried over, pulled down my shorts and took the toilet next to Jess. I instinctively glanced to the side and saw Jess's head over the small divider. We both grinned and laughed hysterically at the unusual nature of the situation. By now, our teammates had seen Jess and I break the ice, and we were soon joined by 4 of the other girls, filling all 6 toilets. It was a euphoric moment for me, listening to all of our soft moans, crackles and plops as we emptied out before our match. At one point my friend Ally walked in, looking for an empty bowl. Sorry, girl, I said, I'll just be a minute. No worries she remarked, and stood in front of me to chat. I felt a little awkward for a moment, but then just relaxed and enjoyed myself, and pushed out a huge log as we conversed. I wonders if she happened to be looking and watching it come out between my legs (I know, I'm weird!) One of my other teammates had wiped and finished at this point, but Ally remained in front of my stall as I pushed out a few more logs and wiped myself. She must have been enjoying this unusual bonding experience as much as I was! I finished, flushed, and pulled up my shorts, then traded places with Ally. I hung out and continued our conversation. At this point, Jess was finishing up next door, and mumbling about her messy wipe…I glanced down and saw a huge log coming out of Ally's butt, plopping loudly in the bowl. Such an amazing bonding experience with my girls! I've never been poop shy, but this whole experience took things to a new level!
Thanks for reading! I'll share more soon!
STEPHEN.P
This evening went into ???? customer toilets out of order
note said use cafe on first floor ,they were locked. I went back to camper used the ADVENTUIDGE porta pottie then drove off.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Snap Crackle and Plop using the Public Toilet for a Big Pooh
Hello everyone. I'm Princess Toadstool Peach and today I had a bit of a bathroom emergency. I grabbed a spare roll of toilet paper and headed to the public restroom for a loaf I desperately needed to pinch! So I got inside a empty stall, locked the door, put the toilet paper on the holder and lifted my dress up and my pink panties down to my ankles and then with a wiggle of my bottom I sat down on the public toilet ready to pass a enormous amount of stool and so without wasting a second I began to do my local poo routine adjusting and squatting and grunting and pushing "CRRRRACKLLE PLOOP PLOP PLOOP Ploooop. Ploooop. PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK SPLASH PLOP PAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!!" I must admit I filled up that public toilet real
good and it smelt too. Then I had to empty my bladder too so I took a deep breath and peed a long yellow wee tinkle as I read the newspaper waiting patiently like a good princess would. "Tinkle tinkle TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssshhhhhhhhh dripdripdrop!!" I then grabbed myself a couple of square sheets of toilet paper and began wiping my bottom front and back then dabbing my vagina vulva and then I threw away the paper, farted loudly "TOOT!!" and then I pulled up my panties, stood up, dress down, seat closed and flushed the toilet and then I got out of the stall and washed my hands with liquid soap and warm water. OK bye bye now!
Sunday, March 8, 2026
Tricky
Saturday in the Park Pt2
Continued from Pt 1.
The poop slowly but loudly crackled out of me from there. Soft, full-bodied, and dense, and I could feel myself getting lighter as it slid out like a thick, wet, mushy rope at a glacial pace.
*SCHLOOPFT-PHT-PHT-PLR-R-R-R-T-PFT-F-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-pht-pht-pht-tz-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z*
Worse yet, I knew they both heard it.
I sat there beet red with embarrassment, even though no one could see me. We all heard each other through the vent between the adjacent Mens' and Womens' rooms at the office before, but the fact that I was seated in a doorless stall pooping next to them made me embarrassed and anxious. Things were more audible than at the office. I hated it.
*T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-pop-t-z-t-z-t-z*
The verbal exchange continued while the foul organic mass smeared its way out my rear.
Steph asked Bianca: "Can you wait a few minutes?"
Bianca, slightly annoyed said: "Ok, I'll wait."
Steph walked away from the restrooms, but could probably still hear my noises from the picnic table. We all heard a woman peeing earlier.
1-2 minutes passed. More footsteps. 2 people entered. A trim 20-something white man in a muscle shirt and sweat pants with a crewcut followed by a 14-ish skinny, blonde, shaggy-haired white boy wearing denim shorts and a green t-shirt saw me sitting on the crapper with my pants at my upper legs, shirt covering my junk, and the sides of my butt exposed. Realizing what they were seeing, they immediately turned their stares away, and walked passed.
*PLOOP*
My log loudly splashed the water before the man could unzip at the urinal, the kid choosing to pee into the toilet adjacent to me, doing his best to avert his gaze while awkwardly smiling. From where they stood, I was certain both of them could see me on the toilet in their peripheral vision. I could see both of them peeing out of my peripheral vision.
More fell out.
*ploop-fwoomp-plupt-plupt-bloosh*
Soft, sticky, weighty nuggets. I pushed again.
*ROMP-P-P-P-T*
Gas. I now felt emptied. My butt was a mess. I didn't want the two seeing the intimate details of my wiping and chose to wait for them to leave. I felt another wave of embarrassment since both had just seen me on the toilet as my poop was sliding out, multiplied by the fact that my female coworkers both knew that I was seated in here and heard my noises.
The kid left without washing his hands, awkwardly passing me again. The man stood at the sink cleaning his hands and face. He decided to start small talk with me: "Hey kiddo. Nice day out, isn't it?"
I stayed silent. This was so embarrassing.
He continued, "No need to mind me. We're both men."
Keeping in mind my co-worker's shituation, in defiance of the overwhelming sense of embarrassment I felt, I decided to change the conversation. This is not the first time someone needed toilet paper from me as I sat on a public toilet without a private stall, recalling the events of "Pooping with my girlfriend Pt3" on Page 3168 having occurred years prior.
Me: "Sorry to ask, but could you bring some toilet paper to the lady sitting at the table outside?"
Him: "The one with black hair?"
Me: "Yes. Someone in the Womens' doesn't have any."
I wound a generous amount off the roll into my hand. I knew Bianca could hear us over the wall and it was awkward. I was sitting on a toilet with my butt exposed, pants at my upper legs to cover my privates, a thick, sticky wad of poop stuck to my butt that I wanted to wipe off but was too embarrassed to do so in view of an audience, and a massive pile of my shit in the toilet bowl below me stinking the room up. I could smell it, and I'm sure the guy at the sink and maybe Bianca could too.
He approached.
"Sure. Is it okay if I grab it over the wall next to you?"
"Yeah."
He walked over, took the toilet paper from me, and walked out while trying to avoid looking at me. I heard him quietly address Steph outside, "Uhhh, someone in there told me to hand this to you."
Steph then remarked, "Thanks. Someone in the Womens' is out of paper."
He then said, "I've been there before."
Steph nervously continued, "I was about to go in, but he's still in there and... well... there's no doors."
He asked, "Don't you hate that!?"
Steph responded, "Yeah. It's humiliating!"
I heard Steph walk into the Womens', "A man went in and <my name omitted> told him to hand me this."
Bianca: "Yeah, I heard it all. Thank you. AND THANKS <my name omitted>!"
Me, sarcastically: "You're welcome."
Steph nervously joked, "I'll be leaving now! I did my good deed for the day!"
We were both wiping up. A minute later I heard a loud *whoooooSSSHHHHH* from the Womens' side as a toilet flushed.
My butt was a mess. It was a memorably messy cleanup job. I was still wiping, trying to assure I wasn't going to get skidmarks in my underwear as I heard the two talking at the picnic table.
Bianca: "That's the worst restroom I've ever used. They should put some doors in there."
Steph: "When I need to go, I'm finding a gas station."
Bianca: "That's a better choice. You get no privacy in there."
Steph: "We should have chosen a different park. I never used the restroom here. I didn't know. Sorry."
Bianca tried to whisper, but I could still hear her from where I sat,
Bianca: "<my name omitted> is taking a BIG shit! I could hear it."
Steph: "Yeah. Me too. He didn't want me seeing him on the potty. The feeling was mutual."
Bianca: "I didn't think he'd care."
As both started quietly laughing, Bianca continued, "A few years ago, he used the toilet at my apartment. He took the most loud and squishy shit I ever heard someone take in my life. He wasn't being modest about it. After he left, I had to spend 10 minutes cleaning the toilet and it took hours to get the smell out. I thought the man had no shame!"
Steph: "Eeew!"
Bianca: "He's not shy about it. I see him walk passed my desk to the Mens' room with a magazine every day."
Steph: "Me too. The janitor also told me he clogs the toilet."
Bianca: "I bet he does. Have you seen him eat?"
Steph: "Yeah. He looks like he's still growing."
Bianca: "My motherly instincts kick in when I see him so I forgive him for what he did at my apartment."
Steph: "He is cute."
In spite of them whispering, I could still hear them. In my embarrassment, I decided to be snide, since Bianca once was snide with me while we used the adjacent Mens' and Womens' rooms at our office. I yelled from the toilet: "I can hear you!"
They both cracked up laughing, Bianca yelling, "Is that so!? We'll shut up now so you can finish your crap in peace!"
*WOMPT-T-T-T*
I cracked another fart and it echoed about the toilet bowl.
Both broke out into another brief fit of laughter. It was all in good fun. My embarrassment faded.
No longer whispering, they started talking about the subjects we were studying, as I finished wiping.
The foul rope coiled around the bowl and was as thick as my forearm.
I flushed, washed my hands, and rejoined them at the table. The two who entered the Mens' room were sitting at the table next to us.
Steph smiled at me, "That was awkward."
Embarrassed again, I answered, "Yeah."
Bianca: "Thanks for asking him for help. I was a sitting duck in there."
Steph smirked, "Can we talk about something else? This is embarrassing!"
Bianca continued, "Hey! You're not the 1st person to see me on the toilet!"
The kid shook his head, barely stifling laughter, while the man looked at us awkwardly.
Me and Bianca didn't further elaborate upon our doorless stall poop experiences. Both women knew I got walked in on by the guys at the table near us while I was taking a massive poop with no privacy, I knew that Steph saw Bianca sitting on the toilet, and we all heard everything. That was more than enough awkwardness between us.
An hour or two passed. When Steph needed to go, we called it a day and found the nearest gas station. Judging by the 10 minutes she was gone, I think she was pooping. No one asked and no one said anything about it.
Emma two
I'd been constipated for about a week or so and as I was walking home from the bus stop I felt my stomach churning and I realised I wasn't constipated any more. I had diarrhoea and it wasn't going to let me wait until until my got home. I found an alleyway between some houses that lead to some garages and at the end about two hundred yards away the alley was heavily overgrown and I thought if I could just make it down there I could have a poo in private. But I didn't have much time as my poo was already trying to come out. I tried to run but that made it worse so I clenched tightly and walked towards the bushes. I got about half way down the alley where I felt a cramp in my stomach and I had to stop so I could clench hard enough to force my bowels into submission. It was hard work as my poo seemed determined to come out but somehow I won the battle and kept my knickers clean. I made it to the bushes with seconds to spare and I unbuckled my belt and pushed my knickers and jeans down together and squatted down and relaxed my bottom. I felt my poo trying to come out but it was blocked by a hard lump and I had to push hard. It was a hard wide poo and it stretched my bottom painfully as it slowly bumped its way through my bottom. It dropped with a thud after about seven inches and it was insanely followed by a rush of soft poo. It went on for quite a while and the relief of it when euphoric. Almost like a poogasm! I still had to go some more and I pushed it out without much effort and even that felt really good. I had nothing to wipe with so I pulled my knickers up only part of the way up my hips to avoid getting skid marks and carefully pulled up my jeans and then I did my belt up loosely. When I looked down at my load it was huge. There was a large pile of of wet muddy poo about a foot across an four inches high with a long poo coiling around below the surface of it which wasn't much of a surprise given that I hadn't been for a week. I even took a photo of it on my phone to show Sarah when I got home.
Kim
Thank you
Thank you for reassuring me I am not a weirdo! I will pee in the shower if I need to go while washing and it has become routine at this point. I wake up, step in the shower and have my morning pee!
To Austin - I poop before I go to bed! It is my bedtime routine, I am in the bathroom to wash my teeth and I poop too.
Darlene
Lining the toilet seat
I am replying to anonymous first, I will still poop in a public restroom that doesn't provide toilet seat covers if I absolutely have to go. In this instance, I'd lined the seat with toilet paper and then sit down to go because if I did attempt to squat while pooping, it would end up on the toilet seat and I wouldn't ever do something like that on purpose.
As for why do I lined the toilet seat first before sitting down is because those seats are really dirty. I was even raised to line the toilet seat before sitting as it's more hygienic and safer.
I also would flush the toilet multiple times so I wouldn't clog it as I use a lot of paper to wipe. I can never seem to properly wipe until the toilet paper is eventually white.
Jessica
Sarah: I totally agree about not sweating the small stuff! I always felt it's not really that big a deal. And I don't need everyone stressing about the toilet bowl all the time. As I see it, they just need to make potty, it's not so big a deal to just go where they are when they definitely gotta go.
Rachael
Response to Paul and my first accident
Hi Paul.
No only one student found out I about my accident, and that's because he saw me do it and he puked all over himself, that was really a blessing in disguise because it masked the smell of my poop so everyone thought they were smelling his puke, but it was really a mix of that and my accident.
Anyway, as I mentioned, I was pretty accident prone up until mid/late high school. My first accident I remember having was when I was about 12 and in 6th grade. Not long after lunch, I got a feeling in my stomach that I had to go poop. I was not going to use the school bathrooms. Not for that. I was able to hold it the rest of the day, I made it to the bus, and most of the ride. Then about 3 stops from mine, it happened… a huge solid log forced its way out of me. I squatted over the seat and let nature take it course. I turned bright red. I kept sniffing to see if the smell had started yet. Luckily it didn't. Finally my stop came and I got off the bus. As soon as I stepped foot in the door my mom wanted to talk to me. I knew I was going to get busted with this enormous load in my pants. Within a minute of her talking she made the face, she knew right away what happened. She asked me "Rachael, did you poop your pants". I said no. She asked me to turn around. She then pulled out my pants enough to look down inside them. She said "why did you lie to me". I told her I didn't want to get in trouble. She said "accidents happen, just don't lie about it, now let's go". She took me into the bathroom and got me cleaned up and in Fresh pants and underwear.
I'll post another accident story soon.
Lmk what one you want to read
1. On the drive to my dads house
2. Airplane
3. At home
Loise
Seat liners
I've never heard of seat liners in Britain, is it just an American thing?
I never put paper down before I sit, sometimes I wipe with a bit of tissue first. It's women hovering to pee that causes the mess. You won't catch anything from sitting on a public toilet seat. More likely you'll catch something from touching the door handle. And anyway, isn't pee sterile?
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 5
To CL Mina: Hello. No, but while he was in my house, several times I pooped with him next to or right in front of my bathroom door.
12) - Last Saturday of March 2017, I was 8-yo. We went on a day trip with several families and stopped in the countryside for lunch. There were 15 adults and 10 children, including my mother and me. There were 6 girls around my age, one of them Ruth (my classmate and a very good friend). While we were playing I really needed to poop. I told my mother, she gave me a roll of toilet paper and told me not to go too far. I had peed and pooped in the countryside before, but there were only people nearby who didn't pose a problem for me to relax my sphincter (babies, Mom, my grandparents, etc.), so this time I wasn't sure if I'd be able to poop.
I hid in the bushes about 20 meters from the group. My mother was watching me, and I was watching her and everyone else. I pulled down my clothes, squatted down and felt the enormous turd (few-dayer) trying to come out at the same time I was looking at them. I was very surprised because I was able to relax my sphincter without any problem; I pushed and the monster opened my anus, wider and wider, until I evacuated it completely. A thick turd (eggplant-shaped), light golden brown, the head made up of pebbles fused together with mucus in the cracks, and the body smooth but cracked. Afterward, I peed, dried myself and wiped well with toilet paper. A few seconds later, my poop had a good handful of green flies on it. Even though it was outdoors it smelled bad, but less so than in the bathroom; not eggy, but putrid and rancid.
There, so close and surrounded by girls my age, I realized that my poop thing only happens when I defecate inside the toilet, and also that it is not something related to shyness. But compared to the positive experiences of defecating in the toilet, this one didn't give me any pleasure at all, only the physical relief. I wish I had known that the day I had diarrhea with Ruth at home (poop 6); I would have gone out of my house, hidden in the bushes on my property and pooped without any problems.
13) - Friday, last day of March 2017, I was 8-yo. Mom (32) and I went to spend the weekend at my property. We were alone; it was one of those very rare times when we didn't have any guests or babys to look after. Although I liked to poop when we had visitors at home (as long as they were people who didn't affect my poop's thing), I also liked doing it almost alone since it was so infrequent. The previous Sunday (day after poop 12), we went to a small fair and my mother bought me 2 bags of sweet blue and green popcorn. At the beginning of the week, I ate a few, but between Wednesday and Thursday, I devoured the remaining bag and a half... That Friday (2-dayer), during school hours I held back the huge urge to poop and when school ended, Mom came to pick me up so we could go straight to the property.
When we arrived I exploded in the main toilet. The pressure was immense (popcorn gives me a lot of gas) and as soon as I sat down, I pushed and released, in less than 3 seconds, a huge green snake, accompanied by a lot of gas (loud crackling sound). It was very thick and long, coiling up and piling up, creating a massive mess on the back wall of the toilet. It was smooth and well formed but like a spongy-cake surface, bright green, except for its beginning, which was made up of few small light olive colored pebbles fused together. The bathroom stank incredibly bad, putrid and especially rancid, almost unbearable. I called Mom and she told me that it was just the dye of the popcorn. I did my cleaning routine and took me a while to clean up the mess…
14) - Easter holidays, mid of April 2017, I was 8-yo. We went to spend Easter at my property, from Thursday to Sunday. Mom (32) and I were already there Wednesday evening waiting for Alicia and Paco's in-Laws: Inma's brother Jorge (34), his wife Claudia (31) with their adorable babygirl Paola (5-mo). Andres (31, Alicia's brother-in-law), his wife Inma (32) with their beautiful son David (6, my 1st love). Because there wasn't room at Alicia's house, Mom offered them a place to stay on our property for those days, which made me very happy.
On Thursday morning, the 8 were together and after breakfast David announced he was going to poop. I followed him and he seemed happy. I wanted to ask if I could keep him company while he pooped, but I didn't dare because of shame. He wasn't in for long, I heard a big THUDSPLOUSH, after that he wiped, flushed and left. Then I went in to take a good pee and the bathroom smelled strong and bad, but it didn't reach the level of my poops' smell.
At midday, Alicia (30), her husband Paco (almost 36) with their very cute sons: Nacho (almost 3) and babyboy Julio (3-mo), arrived, so there were 12 during the day. A little while after they arrived, I felt the pressure the 3-dayer was putting on my anus and let it rise for a few minutes. I swallowed my shame and asked David if he wanted to join me to poop. He thought about it for a bit and told me no because my poop smelled really bad, and sadly he was right. I couldn't hold it anymore and went to the main bathroom.
As soon as I sat, I pushed hard and felt the enormous turd dilating my anus more and more, accompanied by high-pitched fetid gases. Between my legs I saw the thick turd tilted forward, slowly emerging and completely stinking the air around it. Then it started coming out very quickly with a loud crackling sound. It was very long and a uniform light golden brown; it touched the front wall, then the water and finally finished coming out with its end near the edge of the bowl. The head was very thick, tilted forward, composed of pebbles fused together with mucus in the cracks and attached to the body at an angle (like an L pointing forward with an obtuse angle): very long and slightly narrower, smooth but cracked, like the cracked bark of a tree. The bathroom stank of shit, very, very strong, not eggy, rancid and especially putrid, but the poop was very pleasant for me. Honestly, if David had been with me, I don't know if I would have been able to stand the stench. I did my cleaning routine.
The rest of the days David didn't poop at my house (he pooped in restaurants and the places we visited). On Sunday, the 8 were having breakfast: Andres, his wife Inma and their son David; Inma's brother Jorge, his wife Claudia and their babygirl Paola; Mom and me. In the middle of breakfast, I felt a healthy urge to poop; compared to the mornings at school when I had to hold it until I got home, I was so happy to be able to relax my bowels in such a good situation. I didn't wait to finish breakfast and I went to the main bathroom.
As soon as I sat down, I relaxed my sphincter. I pushed and felt the thick turd gradually opening my anus. When the head finished dilating it, the enormous turd came out quickly until it was completely expelled as a one massive piece. A straight, very thick and very long turd (eggplant-shaped) of a uniform light mustard brown color; A lumpy head (until the thickest part) with mucus between the cracks, and smooth but cracked body (the rest), like the cracked bark of a tree. The defecation was not gassy nor noisy, the bathroom stank of poop, not eggy, putrid and rancid, although a bit less than the poop on that Thursday. It was very pleasurable and I did my cleaning ritual. We all had a great time.
Darlene
Going three times a day.
Whenever I have to poo first thing in the morning, I am never quite done. Here comes a second wave and I release that. It was all loose and mushy, not to mention there were loud wet farts before going. I felt so relieved after pooping until I had another strong urge to go except I was in a public place where I did lined up the toilet first and went.
When I finished, my poop smelled like a mixture of cabbage and rotten eggs. Just awful, I felt bad for even going but I couldn't hold it anymore.
Skidmarked from a walk
The Great Toilet Paper Rescue!
Hello, my wonderful readers! Grab a comfy seat and a cozy snack, because I have a silly little story from my life that I just have to share. It's one of those tiny everyday adventures that makes you either laugh or cry, and I promise, it's all true!
Lately, the person in my house who is usually in charge of buying toilet paper has been totally dropping the ball. It happened last week, and then again yesterday. When I went to the bathroom for my normal morning routine, I reached for the toilet paper... and my heart sank. The roll was completely empty. Not just a little empty, but bone-dry empty. I quickly checked around the bathroom, hoping to find an extra roll hiding somewhere, but there was nothing. So frustrating!
I had to pull my pants back up and go on a desperate mission to find some. Let's just say the walk of shame was a little uncomfortable, if you know what I mean. I finally found a new roll in a closet, cleaned everything up, and the crisis was over. But the memory of that panicked waddle through the house was fresh in my mind.
Then, yesterday, it happened again! This time, I was ready. After I finished my business, I didn't just grab one roll from the closet. Oh no. I grabbed one for immediate use and a second, secret roll to hide in the bathroom for later. It felt like I had won a small but very important victory. I was a hero in my own story!
And that's the tale of my toilet paper adventures! Thanks for listening to my silly story. I hope it made you smile and reminded you to always, always check the roll before you sit down. See you next time for more fun and true stories from my life! Bye-bye!
Kelsey
Bottomless mimosas
I was at one of my friends Bachelorette weekends last fall and we had a brunch on the Sunday that included bottomless mimosas. Let me tell you its a bad idea lol. Maybe because its so much orange juice idk or just too easy to get too drunk but it got crazy. The main event of the craziness was my friend Alison who was the maid of honor, went to throw up in the bathroom at the restaurant before we left, and while she was throwing up she messed her underwear. It smelled so bad and it was an ordeal getting her back to the hotel to say the least. I thought some people would like this story.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Burrito Bowels Bubbling deep inside the big Porta Potty Pot!
Hello everyone. I'm Princess Toadstool Peach and today was a disaster for I just ate about two burritos with extra spicy salsa and I really had to go take a quick bathroom break. So I rushed over to the bathroom but to find out it was closed and I really had to go bad and then I noticed it a large porta potty so I went in and locked the door. I lifted my dress up and my pink panties down to my ankles and then with a wiggle of my bottom I sat down on the porta potty toilet seat and grunted and pushed as my stool came pouring out of my behind in a watery flow of liquid poo diarrhoea farting as I did so "CRRRRACKLLE PLOOP PLOP PLOOP Ploooop. Ploooop. PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK SPLASH PLOP PAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!!" Ughhhh it really smelt like an old cigarette or a dead roadkill skunk or something like that. Then when I was finished I started wiping my bottom front and back. It took lots of work but it was worth it I guess. I pulled up my panties, stood up, dress down and flushed all the rotten egg scents away then as soon as I washed my hands. I got out of there and there was some cigar smoking bearded construction workers staring directly at me they were all male and laughed their heads off. I didn't know what was so funny until I saw the porta potty had a sign that says 'Men Only' Whoops! I tried to explain about my burrito problem but they continued laughing like hyenas until the only female of the group stepped forward and told her workers to stop laughing at me at once. Since it was a honest mistake. They do so and leave. The female worker stepped forward told me she was in charge of the construction crew and told me she had been through what I did. She told me burritos are a rough ride darling and that she poos large portions each afternoon after her lunch break. I was glad I got to meet a person who appreciated my toilet time efforts. So I thanked her kindly and left with a wide smile and as I would say to you guys whom are reading "Bye bye now!"
Emma two
Almost made it
After holding it all day at work I was desperate for a poo when I got home. I had to run to the toilet holding my bottom while clenching tightly but it was too late. As soon as I reached for the door handle it started coming out into my knickers. I couldn't stop it and if I'm honest I didn't want to because it was such a relief. I just stood outside the bathroom door and completely filled my knickers with a huge load. When I finished I waddled into the bathroom and too off my jeans and peeled my knickers away from my bottom before lowering them down to my hips. It was a mess in there and my bottom was coated in thick muddy poo. I had to flush my knickers down the toilet as there was no way I could save them in the state they were in. Next I had the task of cleaning my bottom up as well as the backs of my legs which I did in the shower. I peed while I was washing myself down and there was a brown river of poo mixed with urine running down the plug hole. It took me half an hour to get myself clean and afterwards I dried myself and got dressed into pj's and I told Sarah I had a bit of an accident in my knickers. That was a big understatement.!
Marissa
To Anna from Austria
Dear Anna,
I noticed that coffee stimulates my bladder and my bowels as well. For my bladder, I find it more difficult to explain the pattern. Caffeine is a known diurethic, so the more coffee a drink on a given day, the more frequent my bathroom trips.
For me, coffee also triggers the first bowel movement of the day. This tends to happen about 20 minutes after I have my first cup. However, I suspect it works even faster on others. For instance, I remember a conversation I overheard at an airport. I was having a snack at the bar when these two young ladies sat next to me. They ordered lattes. The one closest to me had literally one single sip before she told her friend that she had to use the bathroom. Her friend teased her about it since they just sat down, but she left anyway. I left as well since boarding time was approaching. I decided to have a quick pee beforehand and as luck would have it, the stall that got free was the one this girl was using. Let's just say that it was obvious that this sip of coffee got her digestion going.
Another time, I was about to use the bathroom in the library when a lady took the stall next to mine. She was holding a coffe cup in her hand. Unlike you, she was not even done with it as she sat on the toilet. From the sounds I could hear, her poo was so long that it didn't even spash down. I was done before her so I left the bathroom.
JJ
London Parks
Has anyone here ever had to poo in a London Park? I did, today. I was desperate and couldn't find a public toilet, so had to squat in the bushes while my girlfriend held my coat for me.
Friday, March 6, 2026
Bad stomach bug
Bogbuster here back with another tale of woe.
Tuesday morning I woke up fine, had a normal good sized log after breakfast and got ready for work
I went to the men's room for a wee as soon as I arrived at work, there were a few people in the stalls and one of them was having quite a mushy gassy smelly poo, there was a nasty stomach bug that had been going around the office and I was trying my hardest to avoid catching it. I tried to finish up quickly because the smell was awful.
It was just another day at the office and I started working at my desk.
After lunch break I was typing at my desk when I got a bit of a stomach ache and was hit with quite a strong urge to go for a big poo, which was understandable as id eaten a big tub of pasta salad that my wife had made, I got up with my magazine and went to the mens room. There was no one in and I quickly went into a stall holding my butt, I let go a tiny bit while I was undoing my trousers but luckily it was just a fart, although it felt very hot and smelled like death prrrrrrrrrrrrrrfffffffrrrrrrtttt I got my trousers and boxers down and sat on the pot. As soon as I sat down I didn't get any time to relax as a huge very soft sticky log hastily charged out of my exit tsztsztsztsztsztsztsztsztsztsztsztsztsztzzzzzzzzzSHLOOMP a rotten eggy smell rose up from the loo and I could feel the warmth of steam rising from what I had just deposited below, my stomach ache had gone but I felt quite off, the log filled the loo and the tail end was stretched as though trying to climb to the rim while the first part had sunken disappearing into the depths there was steam coming off the part that was out of the water, I released a long pee and then I flushed multiple times but it just didn't move. I had to just leave it in there and began wiping.
I started to get a few mild cramps in my stomach half an hour later and I felt quite sick and weary, I felt an even bigger cramp and thought I should try and go to the toilet again so I did. The stall I previously used was shut and had an out of order sign on it so I used the one next to it. I wasn't feeling well at all while I was on the toilet and I was having some really hot loud rancid farts that choked me but I hadn't eaten anything spicy BBBRRRRUUUUUU I was holding my stomach as the cramps got slightly worse and I was slouched over in pain, then I felt my mouth watering and quickly flipped around with my head above the toilet and bare arse sticking up BLEUUURHH URH BBBBRRRROOOAAARRRTTTTT UH I threw up and had a massive wet fart at the same time that made some runny poo leak down my bottom, I got some loo roll and wiped the leakage, luckily it didn't soil my clothes , I stayed in position recovering for a while staring at the yellow chunky substance in the bowl until I felt contractions and cramps in my colon and quickly sat on the bog brrrshlumpshlopshlopshlopshlopshlopshlopshlopBRRTshlopshlupshlupshlopRRT oof nnnngh BRRRRT. It was then I knew I was very ill and I called my boss on my mobile telling him my situation, he was understanding and told me I could go home. I flushed all of the sloppy putrid mess away but remained sitting on the throne as it didn't feel safe to get up yet. I made the right call as my stomach started to cramp again, I was sweating and shaking wondering when the suffering would end. Someone came in and used the urinal as a tsunami hurled its way to my rear,I couldn't hold it and let out a sharp sounding long fart as more slop rushed out of me, my legs shook with the force.BBBRRRRRRTTTTshlopshlopshlopshlopshlopshlopshlopBRRRTT "Oof" shlopshlopshlopBRRTshlopshlop "aw my stomach" the man left in a hurry just as I had when I raced to get away from that other guy having the runs that morning, it was like I'd entered another dimension and I was now that man from earlier.
As I was driving home I felt a strong stomach ache coming on again and felt sloshing bubbling in my gut, I had to go! but I couldn't pull up anywhere. Somehow I made it home without accident, I clenched with all my might as sharp pains surged through me
My wife opened the door as she had heard me jiggling the keys in the lock for ages, "you're home early dear, are you alright love? You don't look well" "I've got the trots,I need the bog so bad!" "Don't worry about your shoes honey, just go to the toilet" I didn't quite make it up the stairs, infact I tripped and a huge fart rumbled out and a load of runny poo filled my boxers right in front of my poor wife, BRRRRRRshlopshlopshlopshlop "aw god… Ive pood myself" it kept coming and my farts were bubbling in it "it won't stop" "oh honey, it's okay, let me help you clean up" she helped me get up the rest of the stairs to the toilet and helped me with my belt, I pulled them down with my boxers and had another explosion in the loo, my wife pulled my trousers and boxers fully off of me , they were a complete mess and she had to throw my boxers away but my trousers were salvageable. After that awful wave had ended, I got a shower, I had just gotten all clean when I heard and felt another gurgle so I rushed to the loo still soaked. My wife came back and brought me my dressing gown, some fresh boxers, some water and a bucket to puke in, she also dried me with a towel as I sat there violently evacuating my colon, "it just keeps going" I said pained, "it will stop eventually, hun." I hate having the runs and I asked my wife for Imodium but she said it's best to just get it out of my system. I went to the loo about 6 more times and threw up 4 times, sometimes hurling out of both ends at the same time but thankfully no more accidents.
My wife came down with it the day after and I felt so bad for her, I was on the toilet having a bit of a runny poo in the morning when I heard her rush up to the bathroom door and knock "honey I'm so sorry but I need to go to the loo!" I finished quickly and washed my hands, she was holding her bottom and dancing on the spot when I opened the door "Thanks! I'm so sorry!" She slammed the door and I heard her sit on the toilet with a thud "oh god" she whispered as what sounded like a soft log flew out and shloompt into the water followed by some noisy slop and an explosive fart "are you okay, dear?!" I shouted "I'm fine honey, I think I caught the bug" I apologised to her and she reassured me and said it happens sometimes, still felt guilty though. she was running back and forth to the toilet having the runs and puking into a bucket all day, I looked after her like she did for me and brought her water and stuff, I even sat with her for a while sat on the edge of the bath, talking to her and we were both making jokes when she leaned forward, made a pained face and passed a fair amount of slop, then she quickly grabbed the bucket "oh god" BLEURH BRROOARRTTTSHLOPSHLOP BLEURH BRRRRTSHLOPSHLOPSHLOPSHLOPSHLOP UUH UH.I rubbed her back as she fiercely erupted from both ends. there was a point where I needed a poo badly but my wife was using it so I ran into the garden shed with some kitchen roll I'd grabbed off the counter, grabbed an empty bucket, squatted on it and had a big loud runny dump. My wife started to feel a bit better in the evening and we both chilled out as we were both so drained from the ordeal. I had another quick runny poo before bed but that was it.
It's been two days since I last went for a poo so I'll keep everyone posted when I do finally have a successful trip to the toilet, my wife says she can't go either, we feel alot better and are going to be having a big healthy meal tonight of vegetable stew so I'm sure there will be a good poo story on the way,
-BogBuster
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 4
9) Saturday, mid of January 2017, I was 8-yo. Sometimes after diarrhea episodes, I would be constipated for a while but on that occasion it ended abruptly because I got diarrhea again. Mom (almost 32) and I were at our property, and that day a classmate and male friend of mine (8) and his little brother (3) were staying there; their parents had dropped them off that morning and were coming back for them in the late afternoon. I felt very happy with them during the morning, but I felt strange, like I wasn't quite right. A little before the 4 sat down to eat, I suddenly had a very strong urge to go and went straight to the bathroom to poop. I was surprised because I had already gone the day before and I was constipated.
I sat on the toilet and immediately released 4 very short and thick sausage-shaped but thinner turds than usual, very fast and all at once. They were roughly cylindrical, hard, lumpy, and cracked, made up of pebbles fused together, and a light mustard brown color. This poop smelled extremely bad; slightly eggy and with a noticeable dead animal undertone; nothing else came out. It was very pleasant and comfortable, with no one else on our property except my mother, my handsome male friend and his precious little brother. I also felt very relieved, did my cleaning routine and went out to eat.
About half an hour after dessert, my stomach started hurting terribly and I immediately felt my insides liquefying. I ran to the toilet right away to poop. The moment I touched the bowl, I unleashed a huge wave of mustard colored diarrhea. It was liquid but very thick and smelled like a total corpse. The defecation itself was comfortable but I wasn't enjoying it because the pain in my stomach was awful, so bad that I started to cry. My mother told the boy to look after his brother, opened the door, came in and stayed with me, keeping me company while I pooped and stroking my head: Okay, throw it all up, daughter, throw it up, darling...
The smell was horrible and unbearable, but Mom was still there (I love you, Mom). I had 2 more smaller waves of diarrhea, accompanied by nasty farts and with the same color. I was exhausted from pushing so hard and for so long to get rid of all that pain and when I was totally empty it slowly calmed down. My mother had to flush the toilet twice to clear the water from the enormous amount of poop. Hours later, I developed a fever; when I was going to bed, her parents came to pick them up, and that same night I vomited. I had viral gastroenteritis for 2 days with more diarrhea but smaller and without pain.
10) - Saturday, end of February 2017, I was 8-yo. Although we had previously celebrated my mother's birthday with family and close friends, we celebrated it again and there were 12 in total: Alicia (30), her husband Paco (35) with their precious sons, Nacho (2) and the newborn Julio (1 month and a half). Her brother in law Andres (31, Paco's brother), his wife Inma (32) with their beautiful son David (5, my 1st love). Inma's brother Jorge (34), his wife Claudia (31) and their very young precious babygirl Paola (3-mo); it was the 1st time I met, they live a little far away, and from that day on they became good friends of ours (they are lovely). Mom (32) and me.
Early in the afternoon, while we were all together, I started to feel a huge pressure in my rectum (few-dayer); I let the pressure take its course and in a few minutes and my urge increased considerably so I went to the main bathroom to poop. As soon as I sat down, I completely relaxed my sphincters and pushed hard. It took a little while to dilate my anus (although not a lot, it hurt), watching how the thick and lumpy head slowly emerged accompanied by squeaky fetid gas. It finally came out quickly and broke apart as it emerged forming 3 distinct pieces. The 1st (the head) was very thick, hard, lumpy and had a bit of mucus between the cracks (fused pebbles), like an elongated grenade, light mustard brown in color, half in the water and half out. The 2nd, the same length and color, but slightly thinner and resembling a tree branch, smoother but cracked, was almost entirely out of the water. And the 3rd, the same length, color and appearance, but progressively much narrower until it ended in a rounded tip, was completely out of the water.
The sensation was extremely pleasurable, but the toilet reeked strongly of shit, not eggy, putrid and rancid. I did my cleaning routine, but there was no air freshener left and needed 3 flushes before I saw the last turd disappear down the drain. The first thing I saw as soon as I came out was David, who was right in front of the door. She probably smelled it a little while I was pooping, and when I opened the door, he must have been hit by the strong smell because he said: Eww, that stinks. I blushed but smiled to him.
11) - Friday, early of March 2017, I was 8-yo. My uncle Toni invited Mom and me to spend the weekend at his country house, which he had bought a few months earlier. It was located about 200 km from our small city. We left that day afternoon, arrived that evening and stayed until Sunday morning. The house was completely isolated between two small hills, surrounded by small, abandoned plots of land and with no neighbors in sight (perfect for my poops). Much later, I checked with GMaps and confirmed there were no neighbors for few kilometers around it. It wasn't but very well insulated, with 3 small bedrooms, 1 small but complete bathroom and a decent living room/kitchen. Outside, there was a small pool and the small fenced plot of land that contained the house and the pool.
It was my uncle (27, very attractive, over 183 cm tall, athletic, very handsome and attractive, dark haired with straight, defined, thick eyebrows and dark green deep-set eyes, with a model type oval but strong jawline), his girlfriend (27, attractive and sweet, about a month younger, future mom of cousin Toni), Mom (32) and me. As soon as we arrived, we got comfortable (in our pajamas), and a little before dinner, it was time to go to the bathroom since I was feeling the pressure of the few-dayer on my rectum. Before the trip, I could have pooped at home (the small city apartment, not the country property), but I deliberately held it in and won.
As soon as I sat down, I relaxed my sphincters and felt the enormous turd against my anus, but it was too thick to come out on its own. I pushed hard, and its head slowly dilated my anus until it started to come out and began to move very slowly. It didn't have much gas and most of the sounds were faint, produced by the sliding and anal dilation. It was a very thick, long, fetid turd (banana-shaped), light milk-chocolate brown in color and curving forward (as a child, for me this was funny). It was hard, made up of pebbles fused together but with a flattened surface, slightly lumpy and with cracks containing a little mucus.
The next 2 pieces were identical in thickness, length, color, and texture, but without any curvature; and the last one was exactly the same as the previous ones except for its length, which was approximately half. Although I've always been a fast crapper, I spent a few minutes in the bathroom and the pieces were evacuated slowly, one by one. The bathroom wasn't very big and it reeked completely of shit, not eggy, but putrid and rancid. After the poop I felt so empty... The whole process was very pleasurable. I did my cleaning routine.
There was no air freshener spray and even though it was cold, I had to open the window because the smell was so, so strong. When I got out, I told my uncle (I was embarrassed) that I'd had to open the window and he replied with a smile "don't worry sweetheart, uncle will close it later". Mom, squeezing me close (I remember it perfectly, very similar to what my Aunt Amparo does) said "Oh, what a good poop my queen did at her uncle's house!" (laughs). I didn't have to go again all weekend.
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 2
To Bianca: Hello. What's the craziest fart you heard? I've heard some loud ones, but one of the most outrageous was two summers ago, on an August day. My friends and I were sitting on a bench talking, and on the bench opposite us was a group of guys a little older than us. Suddenly a huge PRRRAAAAAACCC, and everyone turned around and looked in that direction. We and they started laughing, especially the guy who threw it, who was cracking up.
3) - Weekday, end of June 2015, I was 6-yo almost 7. Ruth (my classmate and a very good friend) and her mother, Mom (30) with a beautiful babygirl in her care and I were having soft drinks under the porch of a bar. The baby was just 1-yo, with expressive honey big eyes and a face so adorable that I melted, I played with her with my mother supervising me; even as a child, I already had that maternal instinct. I needed to pee and poop and we all went to the restroom. Ruth and her mother took one stall, and Mom, the babygirl and I took another (the stalls were big). Ruth pooped and her mother peed. I was sitting with Mom and the baby in front of me and I peed but I didn't poop. Mom was encouraging me and didn't understand why I couldn't go. When Ruth and her mother came out of the restroom, I told Mom because Ruth was there, but she didn't understand because she had already left. She always thought it was a type of shyness, but as you know, it's something else entirely different (my poop thing).
She asked me affectionately if I wanted her and the baby to go out and I said no, that was not necessary. She told me to try, that she knew I needed to go and he didn't want me to get sick. Finally, she gave up, we switched places and she let out a huge pee. She seriously warned me that on the way to the property we wouldn't stop anywhere. The journey was uncomfortable because the huge turd (3 or 4-dayer) wanted to see the light but I managed to hold it in as the head was very thick and firmly attached to my rectum, making it easier to endure. The moment Mom closed the external gate of the property I felt inmense happiness; the situation was perfect, the 3 alone, and without Ruth/girl around my age.
When we entered home, the 3 went to the main bathroom together because Mom had to change the babygirl's diaper. As soon as Mom closed the door, she started changing her and at the same time I jumped onto the toilet. The moment my skin touched the seat, I relaxed my sphincter completely and felt the enormous poop opening my anus, but it was too thick. I pushed and felt it open my anus more and more (watching the turd emerging between my legs), while at the same time the strong smell of cheesy rancid cabbage reached my nostrils, what a stench... Finally the poop came out quickly but not shot out. It was a huge and very long turd (butternut squash-shaped), very light golden brown homogeneous color and all Bristol type 3. The head was very thick, half submerged in the water, cracked, with a little mucus and slightly lumpy. The rest was smooth but cracked, curving slightly and gradually narrower until a pointed end that almost touched the edge of the bowl. The bathroom reeked of shit, not eggy, putrid and rancid, but what a relief and what a monster...
My mother told me to keep an eye on the baby while she flushed the poop with the brush since it was near the edge of the toilet bowl; during the process she didn't look very happy and I don't blame her because the poop smelled strong and not very pleasant. When the 3 were outside, I remember her spraying a big amount of air freshener and closing the door. I felt completely new, but my mother got angry with me, saying me that it wasn't good to endure all that decomposition in my body; she didn't know how all the poop fit inside me (she was used to my thickness but not to such a massive total volume).
4) - Saturday, mid of September 2015, I was 7-yo. Lara (33, Mom's best friend after my auntie Amparo), a babygirl in her care (9-mo), her husband Luis, their daughter Tina (10, with Down syndrome and a significant intellectual disability), their son Mario, Mom and I went to spend the day at my property. Mom left them the key since she had to go to several places and this way they could be there in peace. Around noon, Mom had to go somewhere else so she told Lara to keep an eye on me and left me at the external gate of my property since she was in a great hurry. As I walked towards my house I felt the pressure of the more or less 3-dayer on my anus. When I entered the house only Tina, Lara and the baby were there. Luis and Mario also had things to do and wouldn't be back until lunchtime.
The baby was very cute and I made faces and cuddles to her, I also felt a fart and let it out. It had a very bad smell, Lara heard it, smelled it and thought I had pooped myself. But no, I was simply waiting for the pressure to build. I didn't want to wait any longer; I was eager to relax my sphincter and 30 sec later I went to the bathroom to poop. Tina followed me, I told her I was going to poop and I asked if she wanted to keep me company. She nodded; It was the 1st time she accompanied me to poop (as I mentioned before, for some reason I still don't understand, she was my only exception at that moment).
She stood in front of the toilet. As soon as I sat down, I pushed hard and saw a very thick turd slowly emerge between my legs (high anal dilation), accompanied by trumpeting fetid gas and bending forward until its complete expulsion "THUDSPLOUSH." It had completely poisoned the surrounding air even before hitting the water; The stench was not eggy, rancid and especially putrid. It was a very thick curved turd, not too long, light brown, hard, lumpy and cracked, with a little mucus, composed of pebbles fused together, some of them large. Nothing else came out, so I did my cleaning routine. After a long while, Luis, Mario and Mom returned, almost all at the same time. We ate and had a wonderful day.
5) - Saturday, early April 2016, I was 7-yo. Toddler Nacho in my mother's care (almost 23-mo, Alicia's son), Mom (31) and I had arrived the day before at my property for the weekend. After breakfast, I felt a huge turd in my rectum wanting to see the light (I hadn't pooped for a few days). I went to the main bathroom and Nacho was pooping in the potty. Poor thing, he was very constipated, passing small and dark brown pebbles. The smell of his poop didn't bother me and it was faint. I could have gone to the 2nd bathroom but I preferred to poop in company.
As soon as I sat down, I started pushing hard. Between my legs, I saw the enormous, lumpy head of the turd slowly appear (I could feel my anus dilating a lot, it hurt a little), accompanied by fetid, trumpeting farts (these squeaky farts made me laugh; sometimes they sounded like an orchestra) and it finally shot out "FLOOOMPSPLOUSH". It was a light mustard brown turd (eggplant-shaped), very thick and long. The very hard, lumpy and cracked head, composed of pebbles fused together was submerged in the water. The rest was slightly lumpy and cracked (like the bark of a tree trunk). A loose good sized pebble was sliding down the front of the porcelain into the water, causing a long yellow smear (due to the force of the expulsion, it broke off from the main turd and shot out to the front).
In less than 5 seconds, the putrid and rancid smell (not eggy, but like rotten cabbage) of my poop overpowered the faint smell of Nacho's poop, making the whole bathroom stink. Poor thing, he was so good he didn't even flinch. The poop was very pleasant and I was really happy. I did my cleaning routine and just as I was about to leave, Mom opened the door: Phew, OMG, what a stench, Is the boy sick? - No Mom, it's my smell, I just pooped - I knew this smell was somewhat familiar but today it's very strong. Nacho continued pooping for a while longer and in the end he managed to release a good amount. My mother was very happy for him and I was also.
STEPHEN.P
???? phoned me Tuesday ,could I go to ???? Thursday one light not working in chandelier ,toilet blocked in cloakroom on ground floor,upstairs toilet difficult to flush,Margaret will pick me up at seven am.
Thursday morning woke at Five am wash brushed teeth two mugs of tea then a bowl of weetabix.I went into garage collected tools left on drive ,
Thetford 245 from bedroom put on drive ,put a toilet roll in bowl then made some food for the day .Margaret arrived at seven so it all was put into her car ,then into the passenger seat she drove to her rented house at Somerton .
She told me a few times to use the toilet upstairs as soon as we arrived she got out of car unlocked front door and went in I opened the boot took out the pottie and put it into the cloakroom in front of the radiator then used it for a wee then back to car collected the tools put into cloakroom.I picked up the mail put onto table in lounge back to car collected the laundry and put into kitchen.
I had the urge for a BM assuming Margaret was using the upstairs toilet I went to the cloakroom undressed and sat on the pottie immediately had a wee I pulled the slide and began pooping .Margaret called me I did not answer she called by the door I TOLD YOU TO USE THE UPSTAIRS TOILET,THE the door opened she said what are you doing?having a NUMBER TOO I replied o you brought your pottie I will leave you to it.
This was my first BM since Monday three days ago ,Ten minutes later Margaret appeared are you ok ? yes I replied ,your tea is on the table.
A few minutes later I wiped ,dressed ,washed my hands then went to the table sat down and drank my tea .Margaret said I assume you could not wait I said I prefer to use the pottie and enjoy a good poop christmas was the last time I pooped in a proper toilet at a holiday camp .
I took the bulb out of the chandelier the took another bulb out of it holder and put it in the lampholder to prove a failed lamp.Margaret said I will spend a penny then we can go to the shop for another bulb ,I put the lamp on the counter the shopkeeper said Five Pounds Thirty Margaret questiond the price I stood back and let them sort it out,next call was builders yard for two syphons and three bottles of one shot we then went back to house.
I had another mug of tea took a PsLaLac tablet then went into the cloakroom sat on the pottie and had a NUMBER TOO then took some tools upstairs back to the cloakroom poured a bottle of one shot into the toilet bowl the reaction was immense smoke , bubbling got out quick shut door then went upstairs removed the cistern changed the syphon ,on completion back to cloakroom flushed the toilet twice then poured some more one shot into the bowl no reaction so toilet now unblocked .
Margaret made some more tea I ate my food then changed the light bulb
I went back to the cloakroom sat on the pottie had a wee and a poop then roved the cister from the toilet and changed the syphon.I then carried the pottie to the manhole lifted the cover and emptied the pottie put it back in the car put my tools in the car.
Margaret insisted we sat down for an evening meal then said could you stay in spare bedroom tonight then I will take you home after breakfast
I had a wee twice during the night the phone alarm woke me at 06:30 I went to the toilet had a wee went downstairs into kitchen Margaret made some tea .I drank the tea then went to the upstairs toilet sat on the throne style seat and had a NUMBER TOO. Ten minutes later we left Margaret dropped me of with my tools and pottie at my house then gave me an envelope from dennis said phone dennis if you want more it contained
THREE HUNDRED POUNDS.
Hi! As a young boy I had a female friend, let's call her Martha. She lived next door and was in my grade at the same school. She wasn't at all shy about her toilet habits! Here I have a few stories about her.
First happened when we were in the first grade. After school, we played at her house. In the middle of a game she had to pee. She got up to head to the bathroom but stopped and asked "do you want to see?" Of course, being a curious young boy, I jumped at the opportunity to see how girls peed. So I went with her in the bathroom, she got on the toilet and opened her legs wide to give me a good view of her peeing. I began to giggle when I saw her vagina. She started peeing about a minute after she sat down and said "ahhhhh" as she was peeing because she was relieved to finally release her pee after waiting! I said "I see your pee coming out of your private!!" We did a fair bit of giggling as she sat there peeing and peeing and peeing as I watched close. That's when she said "do you know what else I have to do?" And before I could answer she ripped a big fart and a few logs started to come out of her butt. She strained and grunted and finally finished her poop. She wiped her vagina then butt and stood up and flushed then pulled her pants back up. She washed her hands then asked if I had to go. I said no and we returned to our game.
Second story happened a little while after the first one. I was going over to her house because my parents had to go to a conference and her parents offered to babysit me for the night. Soon as I got in the house I saw Martha nude from the waist down on the toilet with the door open, and she was straining! Extra surprising because the bathroom was easily visible to anyone outside if the front door was open! She didn't seem to care though. I went into the bathroom and talked to her as she finished pooping and watched it come out which was cool.
She would always let me watch her pee and poop or just pee.
Oh and also I have another story! Not about her but about my friend Anthony and I. One time we went to a party and I had to poop. He had to pee, so we both went into the bathroom. He used a urinal and I went into a stall. I pushed and boy that thing did not wanna come out. I accidentally let out a few grunts and so Anthony was like "you ok bro?" And I said yeah. He finished his pee and went to go wash his hands as I kept struggling. It was actually painful and it felt like it was stretching my butthole and so I was in lots of pain. It was so bad I actually asked Anthony to hold my hand! I opened the door and he came in and held my hand and let me squeeze it when I pushed or when it hurt bad. He knelt down and asked if he could see, so I moved my penis and balls out of the way so he could see. He said I was doing a good job but the poop was big. Took a long time to get that out and when I wiped there was some blood and it hurt for a while after that. Does anyone else ever get those poops?
So anyway that's all for today, thank you for reading my stories
Elvia
Responses
Mina- We live in the United States. The quality of restrooms can be very inconsistent!
Sarah-I have two boys. I don't let them pee in the house, but I know they've peed in the backyard. So has their dad!
Princess Toadstool Peach
A Massive Nighttime Poo I Really Have to Do that smelt bad!!
Hello everyone. I'm Princess Toadstool Peach and today before I went to bed feeling very sleepy I had to use the bathroom so I went inside and closed the door. I whistled quietly as I wound up the toilet paper cleaning up the toilet seat before I used it then I felt my belly gurgle so I lifted my dress, lowered my pink panties down to my ankles, wiggled my bare bottom a little and sat down on the toilet for a while and began my poo with a loud crackle and a fart. It was thick, massive and solid and lumpy but it was pretty easy to push out as it oozed out and landed with a solid plop in the water. Then I wiped my bottom poo hole with more toilet paper until it was all clean. Then after the cleanup I dropped my toilet paper into the toilet, stood up, undies on and dress down then flushed wrinkling my nose. The poos really smelt. Yuck!!
Great big relaxing dump after Sunday dinner:
This is a follow up from my roast dinner poo because I had another good one Sunday evening after another big meal
Me and my wife prepared a Sunday dinner together yesterday afternoon as we often do, we had mashed potatoes, Yorkshire puddings with gravy and lots of vegetables including sprouts which are still haunting me and my wife today. We were both stuffed afterwards and ended up falling asleep together on the sofa while watching tv. In the evening I was on the bog with a good book, I knew I would be on there a while so I settled in, I did a wee first and afterwards BURURURURURURU a huge rumbling trump boomed into the bowl, I'm sure the whole street heard that one. Brrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuurrrrrr…..BRump I started to have a good firm bulky bowel movement and relaxed my sphincter, the tip hurt a bit as it punched its way out and stretched my hole to full capacity but it was smooth sailing from there, Ooff I parted my legs further and released the kraken tszstsztsztsztsstsztsztsztsztsztsstsztsszszszsz I thought it was never going to end as it hit the bottom of the loo and coiled around, it tapered off but there was no plop, I looked between my legs and saw a very long poo coiling like a snake, I flushed as I urgently had to do more. Brrrttt tsztsztsztsztsztsztszSPLunk tsztsztsztszplunktzstsztszszplunk plunk *knock knock* "are you in the bathroom, honey?.." " yeah I'm just on't loo, I'm almost done" tszszssssssploptszploptsztsztszplop nngh pffffffffttttt sigh there were a lot of light brown logs in the toilet and It felt amazing to be rid of it all. I wiped and flushed, there were also skid marks all over so I got the toilet brush and cleaned it. The smell was faint and earthy, you could tell a good healthy poo had taken place. My wife took a bath after I had finished and I left the smell for her, I heard her spraying air freshener so I don't think she was impressed.
I heard my wife in the toilet again as I was getting ready for work this morning, her farts were as loud as thunder and there were many kerplunks echoing out, those sprouts had hit her hard and I was amazed she could fart with such fury and power. She definitely beat my record from the night before. I had to go to work so I didn't get time to crown her queen of flatulence but I will definitely be mentioning it when I see her again later.I'm currently on break at my desk typing this up as I create foul fart clouds, wondering if my wife has destroyed a whole town with the wrath of her bowels.
CL Mina
New but I have been here all along
MARINA
Did you ever poop in front of David or in his presence?
Paul S.
Hi Rachel.
I also pooped in my pants in middle school some years ago. I was wearing white pants and it was during first period. It was very noticeable. I waddled out of the classroom and then the bell rang and everyone in the hallway had seen that I pooped in my pants. When you pooped in your pants was it noticeable? Did people know that you had an accident? What did people say and were you teased about it by your classmates? I remember it was very embarrassing at the time when it happened. Thanks for answering.
Tricky
Saturday in the Park Pt1
I had been studying with 2 female coworkers to earn certifications for our jobs, requiring mastery of yet more college courses beyond our degrees. One of them was a lady I'll refer to as "Bianca", from my previous stories "A Sloppy Poop at a Co-Worker's Apartment" on Page 3018 and "A Coed Work Poop Story" on Page 3158. The other was a younger lady, we'll refer to as "Steph", the same one who accompanied me during the events of "The mass bike ride" on Page 3078 and the "Desert Dump" series starting on Page 3153. This occurred some years after "A Sloppy Poop at a Co-Worker's Apartment" and some years prior to the other stories mentioned above. This was still 2-3 years before I became comfortable with the idea of casually using doorless stalls with other people already in the room, an event that first occurred in "Nowhere else to go... my intro to shameless pooping. " on 2882.
It was spring, I don't recall the precise year. We studied at our office building after work on weekdays, but we needed to spend the weekend going over some last minute items before the exams on Monday.
Steph picked the location to do our Saturday study session, a park I'd never been to before. There was a picnic area with tables and an open ceiling restroom, all under a large wooden pavilion. It was just us 3 at the tables that morning. We sat about 5 feet from the entrances to adjacent Mens' and Womens' rooms. Each restroom had a doorless entry with a brick wall to block view of the inside from the outside, but the walls only went up about 7 feet, allowing sounds between the two rooms and the outside to travel.
An hour after we started, a 20-something hispanic lady entered the Ladies side. Me and my coworkers heard her pee, before flushing and washing her hands, passing us at the table and returning to the trail.
Eventually, I had to pee. I'd never used the restroom here before, and decided now was as good a time as any to check it out.
I excused myself. "I need to use the restroom. I'll be back."
I walked into the Mens' side, turned left, then turned right, and was now passed the wall. In view were two seatless aluminum toilets, no stall doors on the front, with short 3-foot brick walls on the sides and a roll of toilet paper resting in the dispenser of the nearest "stall". The other "stall" had no TP. Behind the "stalls" was a larger open area containing an aluminum urinal with a sink at the very end of the room. The short walls of the doorless "stalls" meant anyone who turned the wall after the entrance could see everyone in the room, and they'd have to walk passed both sit-down toilets to access the urinal or sink. As I drained my bladder, I could look up and see the ceiling of the pavilion, which was well above the walls of the open ceiling restroom. I noticed both toilets were unguarded from view by the comically short walls on my right. Calling the partitions stalls was overly generous, because they blocked nothing from view. I knew that if I pooped there and someone came in, they'd see everything.
An hour after, I had to pee again. When I returned to the table, Bianca commented, "You sure do drink a lot of water."
I knew they both heard me peeing. The last one was long and made noise for two minutes.
We later ate while going over various mathematical concepts, each of us having packed a lunch. I packed a lot of food, and I ate it all.
As is routine, I had to poop shortly after eating. I don't think I crapped that morning, so I was overdue for a sit-down session. As they were asking me math questions, I felt a weighty mass rapidly accumulating at my back door and felt myself bloated with farts I'd been too shy to release in close proximity to them. I was trying to hold it until we left in a few hours.
I didn't want to poop here. Holding it was beginning to hurt slightly. I felt my insides cramping up and more matter piling into my colon. I was too embarrassed to tell them to take me to a gas station because I had to poop but there was zero privacy. It seemed unreasonable when a restroom was right there.
30 minutes later, it was now an emergency. I rationalized that no one entered the entire time I had been at the park, concluding it was unlikely anyone would walk in on me. Were there other people present, I'd have tried to hold it longer, but I knew that I had the room to myself.
I excused myself to the restroom again.
I heard Bianca remark, "I need a bio-break too."
Steph then said, "I'll wait for ya'."
We entered our respective rooms. I sat on the first toilet, because it had TP. I could see the entire room as I sat. I could feel that it was going to be a big poop. I was in a rush to finish before someone walked in.
I strained, grunted, and...
*WOMP-P-P-P-P-T*
*BLOOP*
A small nugget shot out. I heard Bianca quietly snicker from the other side. Them hearing it embarrassed me. I didn't feel the pressure ease and felt I had a lot more in me. But nothing more wanted to budge. No more solids would move in spite of pushing and straining.
I heard peeing followed by a few soft plops and farts coming from the adjacent Womens' room. Bianca was also pooping.
After 2-3 more minutes of seat time, nothing more came out. I decided maybe I don't need to go yet and was thinking about pulling my pants up and holding it again. Then I felt it. The tip forcefully poked out an inch or two. It felt warm and smudgy and was now slowly sliding out. I wasn't getting off the toilet: it was go-time.
I heard an exchange between my coworkers as sound traveled.
Bianca: "Hey Steph, could you come in for a sec?"
Some seconds passed and I heard Bianca ask her: "I don't have any tissue. Can you hand me some from the other stall?"
Steph then said, "There's none there."
Bianca then asked, "Can you get it from the Mens' room?"
Steph then remarked, "<my name omitted>'s still in there."
Bianca, impatient: "Well ask him!"
My sphincter clammed up at the prospect. I wanted to say something and tell them both that there was no privacy in here and she would see me pooping, but that would have embarrassed me more. Sitting on a toilet with no privacy was embarrassing enough to involuntarily stop me up and that's why it took so long. I sat there nervous, turtle's head stuck again.
I heard footsteps come to the entrance and stop, not turning the corner. She was at the entrance, but couldn't see me.
Steph: "<My name omitted>, can I come in? I need to grab some tissue for Bianca. The Womens' didn't have any."
The mass inside my colon now wanted out again, in no uncertain terms. The pressure I felt on my was strong and it took all my resolve not to make a bunch of embarrassing noises. It was moving again, so I wasn't going to pull my pants up and get off the toilet temporarily. It was too late for that.
I had to object. If she turned the corner, she'd see me in all my glory, pants at my upper legs, ass exposed, planted on the toilet as poop was sliding out of me. She was cute and it made me anxious. The only TP in here was next to me, and I'd have had to hand it to her from the toilet. If I was in a normal restroom stall with a door, where all she would have seen were my shoes, pants, underwear, and ankles, I'd have invited her in. But I was exposed.
I awkwardly responded, "Can it wait a few minutes? I'm on the toilet."
Steph asked, "Let me guess, there's no doors in here either, huh?"
Me: "Nope."
That broadcast the totality of the situation.
It was now obvious to her that I was pooping in a doorless stall, if you could even call it a stall. I didn't want her seeing me here and I don't think she wanted to see me here either.
Steph: "The Womens' is like that too. I'll let you finish. Thanks for the heads-up!"
I heard Bianca remark from the other side, "So you don't have doors either, huh?"
I couldn't contain the dam anymore. It broke as Steph still stood near the entrance.
*shlupfttztz-pop-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z*
To be continued...
Dominic
Jason's Survey
1. Are you male or female? Male
2. Do you usually pee before or after pooping (or both)? Have there been any exceptions? I usually pee before pooping. Sometimes what happens with me is I'll just have to pee, and afterwards, I get an urge to poop. But sometimes I end up peeing at the same time. I noticed that while I really tend to pee first, my brother often does both at the same time or he'll start peeing after the poop is already coming out.
3. Can you poop before peeing if you try to? Usually not, if I push to poop, then I usually just start peeing.
4. Does urgency or location affect this at all? I have found that if I have to poop really urgently, then I might pee afterwards. But often if I pee afterwards, I already peed beforehand.
5. Have you ever made a mess as a result of peeing when you were trying to poop? Yes, I ended up peeing on the seat or the floor a little bit because I was pushing hard to poop and my penis was not in the right position for peeing. Lol. It happens.
Dominic
Scooter's Survey
Thought I would answer one more survey today:
1) How many times per day do you poop?
No more than once, but my usual pattern is going once every other day. That can be totally normal for me and I don't have to be constipated for that to happen.
2) is there a time of the day when you usually poop?
I tend to poop in the evening most often. Sometimes I will go in the morning, but it's not a regular thing. I poop when I have to poop, which could be any time of day.
3) When you were a student, would you poop at school when you needed to go?
I would only poop at school rarely. I was so poop shy that even if I had to go and tried to sit on the toilet, nothing would happen. I remember the first time successfully pooping at school in 3rd grade, but that was during class so there was no one else in the bathroom. If I tried to go during lunch when it was crowded, it would've been a fail.
4) Have you ever pooped in a portable potty?
Yes, at some big events. The last time I did that was many years ago, though. My brother works in construction, so he does it regularly.
5) When you were a child did you have to poop while others in the family were in the bathroom doing other things?
Well, I often had to go, but I would just have to wait. The exception was my brother and I would poop in front of each other or share the bathroom otherwise. We've never been shy about that kind of thing, to this day.
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 3
6) - Sunday, early November 2016, I was 8-yo. We went to spend the day at my property, 13 people in total: Ruth (8, my classmate and a very good friend), her grandparents (more or less the same age as mine), her mother (32) and her father (33). Lara (35, Mom's best friend after my aunt Amparo), her husband Luis (39), their daughter Tina (11, with Down syndrome and a significant intellectual disability) and their son Mario (8, handsome). My grandpa (59), my grandma (56), Mom (31) and I. Early in the afternoon, for some reason, my stomach started to hurt a lot. After a while, I felt a sudden urge and knew it was diarrhea (I usually know what kind of poop texture I feel and what's going to come out of my anus, and this was quite liquid). I suffered for a few minutes and couldn't take it anymore; on top of that, Ruth was scolded by her parents and started to cry. I went to the 2nd bathroom and sat on the toilet but I couldn't properly relax my sphincter and I could hear her crying. It wasn't very loud, but enough to remind my brain that she was there, just a very few meters away.
Many times has happened this situation: Mom, a young toddler/baby girl in her care and me, the 3 (or more, sometimes we had more than one baby) alone on my property and I was able to release my huge, nasty smelling, lumpy and light brown turds very comfortably even with the babygirls crying loudly next to me. But this situation was totally different and I couldn't fool myself... Because the pressure was so strong, pushing hard caused me to release small waves of diarrhea, a very light brown, baby-mustard color, very thick, like porridge/sludge with solid chunks, which soiled the back wall of the toilet while I listened to Ruth crying. Not being able to relax my sphincter correctly was really uncomfortable and quite irritating to my anus. The poop smelled extremely bad; a bit eggy with a cadaverous undertone, like a dead animal. Although I still felt the urge, I was able to relieve the pressure somewhat and I had to wipe several times because my hole was closed making it difficult to clean. I did my cleaning routine.
A few minutes later, I felt another overwhelming urge, but luckily Ruth, her grandparents and her parents were already leaving. I don't know how, but I managed it. I held it in, and as soon as their car drove out the external gate of my property, I ran to the main toilet. The moment I sat down, I exploded again in the poor toilet bowl. A huge wave of diarrhea, the same smell as before, color and type as the 1st, covered the entire back wall and was expelled so forcefully that the front of the porcelain had splashes. I sat there for about 10 minutes with my legs wide open, leaning forward, my anus completely opened, letting out wet farts with little waves of diarrhea mixed in. The bathroom stank terribly, same as before, but the relief was enormous and extremely pleasurable.
Mom came to check on me and said she'd make me rice semolina that night. I did my cleaning routine and went back out with the others. After a while, Lara, Luis, Tina, and Mario left, and shortly after, my grandparents, my mother and I followed. I didn't poop again that day but the next day, Monday, I completely emptied my body with diarrhea of the same type... But I was left wondering about my poop thing: Was it annoying because Ruth's crying reminded me she was there, or was it doubly annoying because she was there and also crying?…
7) Sunday, mid of November 2016, I was 8-yo, a week after my diarrhea, I was 8-yo. That morning, Mom (31), a very cute toddler girl (22-mo) she was caring for and I went 1st to catechism and then to Sunday Mass, as I was preparing for my First Communion. It was my 1st bowel movement since the diarrhea, and I hadn't pooped since Monday (6-dayer, because I was completely empty). It felt hard in my anus but my stomach hurt a little. God forgive me, but I just wanted Mass to be over so Mom, the toddler and I could go straight country home and pleasantly relieve myself there.
Mass ended and the 3 went straight to our property. During the drive, I let out a fart that smelled awful, totally cadaverous, like diarrhea of the days before. The whole car stank, and Mom had to open the windows a little to get rid of the smell. She asked me if I was sick, I told her no but that my stomach hurt, she said that when we got to the property I had to sit down on the toilet and I told her I already knew that because I needed to poop. As soon as I got home, Mom opened the door, the toddler went in 1st and I followed and went straight to the main bathroom.
As soon as I sat down, the turd started to open my anus, but it was very thick and I had to push. It kept dilating my anus, more and more, accompanied by pfff, pffft, and pops, not my usual squeaky farts. The smell was very strong and horrible, slightly eggy, very putrid and cadaverous, like the diarrhea from a few days before but less fresh. Between my legs, I saw the thick turd emerge, curving forward. It broke and slid down, and another piece came out. It broke and slid down, and another piece started to come out. I was watching the piece slowly emerge, accompanied by lots of pfffttts. I pushed again and completely expelled this last piece; no more poop came out. The 1st was like a very thick short banana, the 2nd the same but straight (no curve), and the 3rd the same thickness but much longer than the others. They were all uniform in color and texture, very light and matte, a baby-mustard color. The surface was dry and with deep cracks, like when mud from a pond dries; they were smooth, clayey and very sticky. The stench was unbearable, but the poop was so pleasant. I had to wipe several times and did my cleaning routine. When I came out, Mom was very happy that my poop had become solid again and the 3 had a lovely day.
8) - Saturday, mid of December 2016, pre-Christmas, I was 8-yo. Little boy Nacho (2, Alicia's son, in my mother's care because Alicia needed a lot of peace and quiet for the final stretch of her pregnancy), Mom (31) and I went to spend Saturday at my property. Since the poop 7), I had been very constipated, and this continued until the first days of 2017. We arrived a little before noon and once there, Mom told me that I hadn't gone in 4 days and that I should sit on the toilet and try. We had been inside quite a while and I happily told Mom that I was going to the bathroom to try to poop.
The cooking was already underway and Mom guarded Nacho. As soon as I sat down, I relaxed my sphincters, let out a lot of gas and after straining really, really hard for a few minutes, I was able to evacuate a light brown egg, very lumpy, made up of several small pebbles fused together. The smell wasn't strong but it was bad, like sewer but without eggyness. Mom came in for a second to see how I was doing and when she opened the door, she said "It smells like stagnant poop in here... Very little, I'll have to give you an suppository". I did my cleaning routine and Mom gave it to me. 20 minutes later, I couldn't hold it anymore...
As soon as my buttocks touched the bowl, I relaxed my sphincter and without straining 3 hard, slippery, slimy and really bad smelling light brown nuts came out covered with diarrhea. A few seconds later, I felt a sensation like I wanted to completely empty my bowels. I pushed hard and a thick piece opened my anus wide, accompanied by squirty, wet gas. Finally, it came out and I evacuated various rocks, fast but plopping one by one, walnut to small potato in size and light brown in color. Then I expelled many small, smooth and soft logs of the same color. I pushed several times until I stopped throwing up shit and wiped myself several times. When Mom came in, she said "Ugh, OMG..." but she was very happy; the water was invisible and the bathroom stank strongly of shit, not eggy, but rancid and very putrid. I was in heaven... We did my cleaning routine.
Tuesday, March 3, 2026
Marina
Poops of my Life Part 1
Hi everyone. Leah, Veronika, Mina, Tricky, etc. and to the new ones like Jacqui; incredible stories of all, so descriptive, I love this type; thank you all for sharing them.
To Darlene: Thanks for your response :)
To Katherine: It saddens me so much to hear about the abuse you suffered as a child. As you know I'm a child care person, and what happened to you is so horrible... so unnatural and monstrous. These things shouldn't exist, especially coming from your parents. Welcome, as everyone here has told you, you will never be judged, so feel free and don't be hard on yourself.
To Kim: No, you're not the only one. Sometimes when I'm showering I get a really strong urge and I let the urine flow at the same time as the water; it feels so good. Urine does not carry pathogenic bacteria and is technically sterile, unlike feces.
To Sarah: No, I teach them that's not right. They can pee in nature, on trees and bushes within my property, but not in the corners inside my house. If you don't clean it up quickly, it must smell quite a bit. It's only happened to me in exceptional cases with very young children, not in the corners and then I cleaned it up.
To Tomtom: That's right, I feel identified with you, but in my case it's about my poop thing. I didn't choose it, I've always been this way and I can't help it, so I have to be myself and accept it because it's part of me.
Clarification regarding Scooter's Survey: I wasn't obligated to poop while my mother was in the bathroom (in the strictest sense: yo have to poop). I simply enjoyed pooping in company, in such a pleasant and familiar environment: with my mother, babies (regardless of gender) and/or boys (only boys, due to my poop thing). The thing is, even as a child, I was aware of the smell of my poop and didn't want to stink them up.
Although I've had more notable bowel movements throughout my life, I've decided to post the ones that, for one reason or another, have left a deep mark on my mind. I think my poop thing has made me feel that situations that were safe for me were also extremely pleasurable. I have the situations recorded in my mind very vividly; both my mother and I have excellent memories, and my mother has photos of almost every moment of our lives and also has a diary that I have permission to access, with names, birthdays, dates, etc. Obviously, to maintain anonymity, I've changed the names and people's real ages, shifting them up/down few days to avoid giving an exact age and the big distances like our property-small city distance. But the situations itself, the age gaps between persons and distances, all of this important and relative to my poop thing (house-fences, house-house of friend/same age girl) are exact (just like in all my posts): mostly on holidays/weekends and almost always on my home, obviously due to my poop thing; our large fenced property with no close neighbors, with the house very close to the center and very far from all the fences enclosing my property (the closest straight-line distance between my house's walls and the fences is 104 m).
I should also mention that although my poop has always had a noticeable smell, it wasn't until I was about 8-yo that my poops routinely smelled quite strong and bad (a change in my perception, my diet, the complete maturation of my gut flora, or all of these factors combined). However, the fact that I clearly remember these instances when I was 5, 6, and 7-yo is surely in part due to the strong, fetid odor of those specific cases. And I think that's all I have to tell you, well, you know that I've always been fascinated by the topic of poop and I've always had this thing (my poop thing). To save words in my stories, the whole process of cleaning myself thoroughly, cleaning the toilet, washing my hands, spraying air freshener, and closing the door so I don't stink up the rest of the house, I've summarized as: my cleaning routine. Over the years, this routine has expanded to include opening the window and changing my pads and tampons when necessary.
1) - Saturday, mid of May 2014. I was 5-yo close to 6, and it was my vivid memory 1st experience. We were celebrating Ruth's birthday at her grandparent's country house (my classmate and a very good friend) but she inhibited me from pooping like all the girls more or less my age; her grandparents had a property located 3,5 km straight-line distance in Gmaps from our property but accessed via a completely different road. I needed to pee and poop, so I went to her bathroom to pee and did, but I couldn't poop because I couldn't relax my sphincter. Right after the party, I was in the car with Mom (29) and a cute little boy mom was looking after (4-yo, with mild Asperger's syndrome) who had come with us to the birthday party. I started to notice a bad smell of poop and it turned out the boy had soiled himself. As we were driving, I saw trees that looked familiar passing by and Mom told me that we weren't going to the small city, that the 3 of us would spend that night at the house on the property. I was so happy and what a relief to take a dump...
The next thing was: Mom emptying the poor boy's poop into the toilet (mid-brown in color, lumpy and hard, but his butt and underwear were ruined with smeared poop), flushing it, undressing him and giving him a good shower (I remember the respect, affection and tenderness with which Mom always treated the childs she cared for; I think that's helped me develop that same maternal instinct). While Mom was showering him and the toilet was filling, I jumped into the seat, said "I'm going to poop" and even though he was boy it didn't bother me at all so I started pushing really hard. My anus dilated a lot, more and more (it hurted a little), and finally a thick turd (eggplant-shaped) shot out and split in 2 pieces. It was light brown, hard and lumpy, made up of pebbles fused together, some of them quite large. While I was still watching the turds moving and floating in the water, the stench of my own poop reached me, stronger and much more putrid than of the boy's. When Mom turn off the shower tap she sprayed some of my cologne to the air before soaping him up, but I was so relieved. This thing that I've always had my whole life but I don't know what to call it, I've defined it as: my poop thing.
2) - Sunday, mid of April 2015, I was 6-yo. We had lunch at my property and there were 8: Alicia (28, a very good friend of my mother and occasionally my sitter), her husband Paco (almost 34) with their very cute babyboy Nacho (11-mo, blonde with gray eyes). Her brother in law Andres (29, husband's brother), his wife Inma (30) with their really beautiful little boy David (4-yo and days, approximately 2 years and 8 months younger than me, dark blonde with expressive big honey colored eyes, he was my 1st love). Mom (30) and me. A little while after dessert, my stomach started to hurt (I hadn't gone for few days) and a few minutes later I really needed to poop really bad.
As soon as I sat on the toilet, I pushed and slowly expelled a huge snake and accompanied by a loud crackling sound. It was very light brown, thick and very long, forming a massive pile of poop that slowly moved towards the water, leaving a smear in its wake that covered the entire back wall of the toilet. It had soft parts (mushy, sponge-cake like) and more compact parts (smooth but with a cracked surface, like drying clay) completely mixed together. The bathroom reeked, not eggy but like rotten cabbage, but it was so pleasant… I did my cleaning routine the best I could and left the bathroom very happy. This shape of poop and perfect Bristol type 4 poops (smooth sausage) were very rare in my childhood. My average poops then were either cucumber, eggplant or butternut squash, very thick, of varying length and Bristol type 2, 3 and surface-dried type 4 (type 3 but on the smooth/softer side, always cracked).
Questions/Explanations
For Darlene:
Thank you for what you write. You write well and explain things. Why do you line up and put down those toilet seat papers before taking your seat? What do you do if you're at a place where the toilet booths don't have them? Don't those set papers add to the clog that can't be flushed?
For Taylor:
About your guys sitting down question. If there is no cutout on the front of the seat, the last thing I do is tuck it down and into the bowl. It just makes me feel I'm being cleaner. Also sometimes if I have to push harder for my crap to drop, I might get some pee to squirt out. Gross, I know, but it works for me. Too much touch and I often will get an erection.
Scooter's questions:
1.How many times a day do you poop?
Usually once. About mid-morning.
2. Answered above.
3. As a student, would you poop when you needed to?
Not until 8th grade. Mom called me out a couple of times because we lived only two blocks from the school.
4. Have you ever pooped in a portable potty?
Yes, a couple of time when my mom wasn't watching. She forbid me from using them.
5. As a child, did you have to poop while members of the family were in the bathroom doing other things?
Yes, but my sister, older than me, would give me a hard time. I so hated it when she would open the shower curtain and kind of ridicule me. When I started high school, dad had an extra bathroom installed.
Sarah
Alex: It’s pretty much whenever they need to go. I’ve never seen the point in making a big deal about it, so they just go wherever they are when nature calls. They just pee directly on the floor. I’ve never bothered with towels or puppy pads. It seems unnecessary when the floor can just be cleaned later.
I do most of the cleaning up. They’re kids, and they don’t really think about it. I’ve learned to just let it dry and clean up every few days or so. It’s easier than trying to get them to wipe up every time.
Sarah
Jessica: Hey! Nice to connect with another single mom. That’s hilarious about the ants in the pants comment my boys would totally relate. I can see them stripping off their shorts mid-play if they gotta go. And oh, a tinkle in the laundry basket? Sounds like something they’d do too. I’ve found it’s just easier to let them go wherever they are rather than stress about making it to the bathroom. Life’s too crazy to sweat the small stuff, right?.
Sunday, March 1, 2026
Darlene
Replying back to Marina
It usually takes multiple flushes for my poops to go down without plunging the toilet because they are just that big. It just takes a little more for me to get full so I do order more food. So, I am thinking that's the reason for my poops being bigger. But, corn doesn't make me go. That would be mexican food, I try not to eat it before work because I'd be farting all day and they are very much loud.
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Yesterday evening had tea , two cartons of carrot and coriander soup cheese sandwiches spring onions and crisp no drink as I want to reduce number of times I have to wee.
Went to camper undressed watched a video I had a wee in pottie then settled down for the night.In the early hours I woke with a ???? ache sat on edge of bed for ten minutes then sat on pottie and had a NUMBER TOO, ache gone wiped then back in bed.woke at 06 30 alarm had a wee ,dressed went into house made some tea took two tablets PsLaLac then went to camper drank the tea ,sat on the pottie another NUMBER TOO.It appears the tablets are working ,more wee every time I open my bowels.
Tricky
Pooping with my girlfriend Pt6
The next weekend after the events of Pt5, we drove to drop the youngest of her kids off at the father's house. The oldest had just turned 7 and the youngest was about to be 5, both of them having a different father.
We had a long drive ahead. The trip was 4 hours each way. I didn't have time that morning to cook a meal. I was trying to save money by not eating out on the road, so I grabbed for myself a 1 lb bag of almonds at the gas station when fueling the car up. It was the only thing there that was healthy, just plain unroasted almonds. I didn't like eating processed foods if I could avoid it. I was also ravenous, since the previous night, I didn't eat dinner due to working late, and opted instead to get 8 hours of sleep before waking up early to make the drive. The 3 of them chose less fibrous snacks like chips and candy for the drive.
I came prepared with a gallon jug of filtered water for myself, and went through most of it before arriving at our destination. I ended up going through 3/4 of the almond bag by then, largely because we kept having to stop for toilet breaks so me, her, and the two kids could pee, and they took longer. It increased the duration of the drive from 4 hours to maybe 5 hours.
We got to the youngest kid's dad's house and dropped him off. We didn't stay more than 2 minutes, as she didn't like him.
She wanted to check out a mall in this town since she didn't come here often. I could feel a massive lump in my gut as we spent about 2 hours with her shopping, taking multiple bathroom breaks to pee. The two ate lunch at a fast food restaurant, while I abstained. I finished off the almonds. I could feel the almonds having filled my insides. I didn't feel the urge to poop yet, in spite of all of the walking around making the contents of my insides slosh around. Plus the farting.
During the drive back, my insides started making violent noises.
*brorr-r-r-r-t* *RUPT* *plair-r-r-r-r-r-R-R-R-T*
I could feel it churning. I knew something big was coming. I hadn't pooped all day. She noticed, "I'd hate to have your gut right now. I can't believe you ate that whole thing."
We were about an hour from our home town when it hit. I had to poop, NOW! I let her know indirectly, saying, "I'm pulling into the next gas station."
She knew why. asking me, "Do you need to poop?"
I openly admitted without shame or embarrassment, "Yeah. It's a bit of an emergency."
She then admitted, "Oh no. I need to go too. I was hoping to make it home."
For whatever reason, her son found this hysterical.
We pulled into the gas station. I could feel the load poking my ringpiece as I hunted for a parking space. As we got out of the car, the boy yelled, "I have to pee!"
With each footstep as I walked, I could feel the load almost turtle-heading. It was painful. It had been at least 24 hours since I last pooped, plus I'd been eating almonds all day, having finished the bag.
There was a line for the restrooms, when I saw to my horror that both the Mens' and the Womens' room were closed for cleaning. The line wasn't for those, but for the lone "family" restroom nearby. There were 4 people in front of us.
The 10+ minutes we waited felt like an eternity. The kid was now dancing, almost crying, yelling "Mom! I'm about to pee myself!"
Finally, a man vacated the family restroom. I had an emergency that felt quite heavy and painful, she had to poop, and the kid had a pee emergency. So we all walked in together.
Immediately visible was a lone sink, a diaper changing station, a small urinal, a big urinal, and a small child-sized sit-down toilet. There was a brick wall with no door hiding the adult toilet and its user from view where no one could see anything unless they walked back there.
I was comfortable enough with this arrangement to get started and made a bee-line for the back toilet. I trusted that both of them would give me my desired privacy. It was streaked with skids from a previous user, but I didn't care. I pulled my pants all the way down to my shoes and sat.
She coached her boy at the urinal, telling him he needed to start keeping his pants up so that the other boys at school couldn't see his butt, while my poop started forcefully sliding out.
*t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-z*
It hurt. I felt pain pulsating through my GI tract as the poop violently extruded out. It was thick, heavy, very solid, but smeared like peanut butter. I felt it leave a warm, sticky filth all over my butt as it came out, and realized wiping was going to be a nightmare.
I heard the urinal flush. After enough was out of me, a wave of euphoria came over me at the sensation of this poop still leaving my butthole. It felt so good.
I heard her lift him up to wash his hands. He was small for his age and couldn't reach the sink on his own, and still had trouble seating himself on toilets(unless they were the smaller ones like the ones at his school).
I heard my GF tell her boy, "Look at the door. I don't want you looking at me. Do you promise not to turn around and to STAY PUT?"
The boy then told her, "I won't look Mommy."
She pulled down her pants and sat on the little toilet.
*ph-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-rort* *ploonk*
Both me and my GF were now pooping next to each other. This was a 1st. We couldn't see each other thanks to the floor to ceiling brick wall, but the sounds echoed about the room.
*plpht-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z*
The squishy noises generated by my poop coming out were loudest. The boy noticed this and yelled, "<my name omitted>'s doing a BIG one!" He was laughing.
She yelled, "David! It's rude to laugh."
He yelled, "But it's funny!"
I then added, "Going poop is an unavoidable part of life. We all do it."
*ploop*
She dropped another log in. The kid found it hysterical. She started rolling the toilet paper and spent a minute wiping up.
She pulled her pants up, flushed, and let her boy turn around. Then she washed her hands.
*T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-t-z-t-z-pop-PLUPFT-crackle-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z*
We'd been in here 5+ minutes by now and it wouldn't stop. I didn't feel close to being done. The water line wasn't high enough to contain it and my odor filled the room.
He cried, "It stinks in here!"
More minutes passed.
"Mommy, I wanna leave! What's taking him so long!?"
Annoyed, she yelled, "Be patient. He eats a lot and has to poop a lot."
I sat there with it slowly coming out of my rear. No one could see me, so I wasn't embarrassed.
More minutes passed and I was about done laying cable. We'd been in there 10 minutes.
*thupt*
The tip of my deposit dry-docked on the edge of the toilet bowl. I even felt it touch my dangly bits it was piled so high.
*WOMPT*
I heard a fart, and she yelled, "David! Don't fart in my face!"
He cackled like a little demon spawn.
I gave a final push to make sure everything was gone. It was just a lot of built-up gas. I made a comeback to the kid, "Back at you, kiddo."
*BRA-A-A-A-A-A-A-P-T-plupt*
He found it hysterical and was cackling. I wiped up. The industrial-grade toilet paper from the big plastic dispenser was not adequate for the cleanup, but I did the best that I could.
After about 3 minutes of constant wiping, the dispenser audibly squeaking each pass, he was impatient. "You're taking forever! Why do you need to wipe your butt so much!?"
Before I could say anything, she told him, "Sometimes it comes out messy and you need to wipe real good. You know that!"
I pulled my pants back up. I inspected my work. It filled the entire bowl, piled 6 inches above the water.
As I zipped my fly and buckled my belt, he knew I was done. All of a sudden, he ran back towards me as I was pressing the flush lever. "WAIT! Let me see it!"
*whoosh*
I didn't want him to see it, but he was quick and got there just in time to watch my deposit swirl down the drain. The toilet sputtered and my poop left streaks all over the bowl.
He couldn't stop talking about how big my poop was on the car ride home.
Tricky
The Stalls Have Ears
On Page 2952, I once summarized an awkward poop session at the office within a paragraph. Today, I'm going to tell this story in depth.
It was 2011, maybe a month after the events of "A Sloppy Poop at a Co-Worker's Apartment" on Page 3018. I was used to my daily routine of pooping at the office 2-3 times each workday, almost always soon after arriving in the morning, and again after lunch, with rare times requiring a third visit before leaving for the day. This was just a normal day, and it was morning. I felt my bowels twinge with my morning dump on the way, so I grabbed my magazine and headed to the Mens' room.
As I was walking down the hall, two female coworkers, Bianca from above referenced story, and a cute white 20-something secretary from our floor both greeted me. I'm certain the magazine gave away what I came to do. We each entered our respective restrooms. I entered the first stall, shut the door, dropped my pants/underwear to my shoes, and got seated. I could hear both of them through the vent placed between the two rooms latching their stall doors and unbuttoning themselves. I knew that one of them sat on the toilet on the other side of the wall from me because I felt the wall-mounted toilet I was seated upon shift upward slightly.
Within seconds, I could hear both of them peeing. The poop started snaking its way out of me without much fanfare.
*bloop*
A decent size log dropped in within the span of 10 seconds, effortlessly sliding out. They probably heard it, because everything could be heard between the two rooms. I felt more, and had to strain a bit. I could still hear both of them urinating through the vent. I felt whatever was left in my colon was big, and gradually increased the force I was pushing and straining, as I read my magazine.
*WOMP-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-PT*
I ripped a loud fart that echoed about the room for 3-4 seconds. It was not intentional, because I didn't think it was a bunch of gas, but I was immediately embarrassed. I knew they both heard it and they both knew it was me.
Bianca loudly scolded me from the Womens' room addressing me by name, "<My name omitted>! No one wants to hear that! At least wait until we've left!"
The lady next to her burst out in a fit of laughter. I was identified by name as the source of this loud fart, and they both knew I was pooping.
I was too embarrassed to deliver a retort as they wiped up. I heard the secretary say "Noise travels here."
They both flushed, and then left.
I eventually finished my poop, wiped up, and saw the secretary on the way to my desk. She awkwardly smiled at me, knowing that she heard me from the Womens' room as I was taking a dump in the Mens'. The magazine in my hand coupled with the length of time I was gone made it obvious enough without the accompanying sounds.
Bianca
Wildest Fart
Hey ya'll. What's the craziest fart you heard? I once heard a baby do a motorcycle fart in the diaper lol! None of mine were interesting, but that's ok. There's also a fart related movie I like. It features a guy born with a medical condition causing uncontrollable flatulence. All for now.
Thunder
What happened the other night
I had a very busy day. I did lots of things that involve lots of exercise. I went to bed early and I was in quite a bit of muscular pain due to my neurological condition and it got worse and worse. Pain relief did not help a lot. I think got very hot and extremely sweaty and then felt very nauseous. It seemed to get worse and I've got a headache which I really do. I had a few attempts trying to throw up at the toilet but not successful. Then I started to vomit and could not stop. It seemed to go on and on. I had not had a poo for a few days and then the urge hit. I pulled off my pants and sat on the toilet with a bucket on my knees just in case . The effort to get the stubborn turds out was Herculean ! But shit I did and did I shit ! I was more than exhausted thanks God for the bidet to clean up. Went back to bed, nausea and vomiting gone and pain a lot less. Off to sleep feeling much better. Could this be my body telling me I needed a good poo ? What do you think?
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Last night after tea I went to camper to lay down had to wee in the pottie TEN TIMES .I settled for the night woke at midnight had a wee back to sleep another wee at 4 am .
The phone alarm woke me at 06:30 had a wee laid on the bed for half hour brewing a NUMBER TOO. 07:00 could not hold it any longer,slid off of bed onto pottie had a good poop after ten minutes pulled toilet paper from roll on door and wiped.
Dressed then emptied pottie into outside drain.I will be sleeping in camper again tonight,hope I can poop again tomorrow.
Bob
Motorway sighting
I drive trucks for a living and often see interesting things from my high driving position. Last week I was driving on the M1, and there had been an accident as the traffic wasn't moving. Way up ahead I saw a car pulled over on the shoulder, and there seemed to be a few people outside the car. As I crawled nearer, I could see a man holding up a blanket, obviously shielding someone who was squatting behind it. I couldn't see who was behind at this point. As the traffic got moving, slowly, I got nearer. Eventually the man folded up the blanket and a woman appeared! She was just buckling up her belt. They both got in the car and drove up the shoulder until someone let them in. As I passed the scene, I could see a large damp patch, lots of tissues and what looked like a fairly big poo! She must have been desperate.
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Back from the G Y M last night two pints of orange juice then back to the campervan had a wee then into the sleeping .Woke twice had a wee in the pottie . I woke at nine o clock had a wee the went into house made
and drank two mugs of tea ,the made another two and took to camper sat down drank the tea .
I had the urge to wee,I used the pottie then laid down ,had the urge for a BM I waited until I could no longer hold it,then slid off the bed onto pottie.Imediately I pooped then a wee ,followed bya GOOD CRAPP IT WAS
AWESOME .I relaxed for ten minutes then wiped dressed then emptied the pottie. Hopefulley same tomorrow.
Part 1
Hi there, it's BogBuster, back with that story about my visit to hospital.
I'd had an operation on my arm due to an injury that happened at my construction job years back, the anaesthesia and strong pain killers must have bunged me up as the doctors and nurses noticed I hadn't passed a bowel movement for a few days and I wasn't allowed to leave until I'd had a descent poo, so they started me off with stool softeners and the nurses kept encouraging me to try on the loo often but I had no success, a nurse had to come with me each time to make sure I was managing to have a poo properly and to assist me incase I struggled due to my arm being in a cast, but she waited outside, she said not to flush the toilet if I managed to have a poo as she wanted to check the contents and amount, it was very awkward and the toilet was echoey.
Day 5 and they gave me an unpleasant liquid concoction to drink which should make me go to the loo within an hour of consuming and possibly give me ungodly diarrhea so I was bracing myself for that, I was now also wearing an adult diaper they gave me in case of an accident. The nurse told me any sign of movement then press the call button, they also gave me a cup of tea and I'm not even joking, as soon as I had drank it I immediately got cramps and needed the toilet so I pressed the call button and the nurse came pretty quick and escorted me to the loo. She was stood outside the door and I was feeling extremely embarrassed by the noises I was making, I had a magazine that my wife had brought me a few days earlier so it distracted me a bit. I started off with a big wee that went on for ages and afterwards BRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt I leaned forward and grabbed my knee with my one good hand as a wide soft but quite painful turd started to ooze it's way out of me, nnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh tststststststs nnnnngh *knock knock* "is everything alright in there?" "Nnnngh,I'm tststs nn fine" ,"are you moving your bowels okay?" "Tsztsztsz yep tsztsztsz"" "ok, try to relax and let me know if you need any help" it started to speed up tztztztztztztz PLUNK sigh tztztz nnngh I was gritting my teeth and curling my toes as a wider piece stretched its way out ooff tztztztztztztztztz tsssssss Kerplunk sigh I caught my breath and shouted to the nurse that I had done a poo and she came in to have a look, a long airy fart snuck out as the nurse walked through the door pfffffffffff I apologised and she told me not to be embarrassed and asked if I felt anything left in me "no I think that's it" I said as I stood up from the loo, the smell was ripe and I don't know how she tolerated it "wow! You must feel a lot better now, that's absolutely huge!" "I certainly do" I said as we both stared at the colossal logs that filled the pan, it had come out in two girthy pieces and the first one had sunken down while the wider piece rested on top of it with the end sticking out of the water. I felt quite proud. "Are you okay with wiping or do you need some help?" I said I was okay, my wiping hand was still intact thankfully so the nurse flushed my poo and I sat back down to wipe, it wasn't too messy. I finished up, washed my hands and the nurse escorted me back to my hospital bed "I'm just going to find out if you can be discharged now, I'll get back to you shortly" I think she had to deal with something else as it was the doctor that came and told me I could leave if I had someone to pick me up" I called my wife and she said she would be there after her shift, so I waited.
It was an hour and a half later that I felt a bomb go off in my guts and I started to cramp, break out into a sweat and my stomach was gurgling intensely, I was surrounded by other patients and needed a huge fart but I held on as I was too embarrassed, I had just eaten quite a few peanuts so I suspected that they were causing it and maybe I was coming down with something? I then remembered the laxative drink they had given me and panicked as I could feel it was starting to hit with full force, I was gonna blow!, I grabbed my phone and sprinted as quickly as I could to the loo down the hall, praying that no one was using it which someone was. I stood against the wall opposite facing the toilet door, trying to hold Niagara Falls back, my stomach was bubbling and I felt like I was going to evacuate both ends at the same time. An old man walked out with a sample of his poo in a tube, he looked embarrassed to see me standing there and walked away without a word. I dashed into the loo and locked the door, it absolutely stunk, I'm sure that man had eaten cabbage and eggs. I had a feeling I was about to do a lot worse though, I pulled my dignity shorts and diaper down with my one free arm and lunged onto the loo, a big soft log crackled out at high speed then turned to mush *CracklecracklecrackleBROOAAARRRTTPLUNKssplopssplopssplopshllplopssplopssplopsslopsslopslopslopbrrrt sigh i thought that was it and was relieved,it had felt as though it was going to be all liquid so I was surprised. I began to wipe the sticky mess from my back door which took ages, there was a light brown log floating in the loo with some soft serve and thick chunky diarrhea coating the inside of the bowl, I flushed and it left a lot of skid marks. As I was washing my hands I was hit by a crippling cramp and felt a rumbling surge through my colon "oh no" I said as I undid my shorts again and lunged back onto the porcelain where I proceeded to have waves upon waves of horrific explosive diarrhoea.ROARRRRRRTTTTTTslpslpslpslpslpbrrrrrrrrsplslpslptttttt I was glued to the bog for almost an hour violently purging my bowels and it got more liqiudy and aggressive as time went on, BBBROARTFZZZZZZZZZZ each time I thought it was over I would get hit by another cramp and an angry raging jet blast of liquid poo fzzzzzzBRRRRRRRRfzzzzz, I think all of the constant wet rumbling farts accompanied by long watery blasts could be heard all throughout the ward as a nurse knocked on the door and asked if I was okay, I asked for some water as I was feeling so dehydrated and she brought me my water bottle from my room, she also brought me one of those cardboard hat looking things in case I vomited. That laxative sure was powerful and I was sure they'd mixed some of that joke shop farting powder in there with it as a prank. OOOOHHHH ROOOOAAAAARRRTTTTFZZZZZZZZZZZZZ I heard my phone ping and saw that my wife had sent a text, "hi honey, just wondering where you are as I'm waiting by your bed" "alright sweetheart, I'm just on the loo. Be there soon." I gave a few more big pushes nnnnnnn rrroooaaarrrttttffffzzzzzzzzzzz sigh nnnngghh fzzzzzBRRRTT Sigh rrrrrrtttttt fzzBRAP sigh and I was hoping I was empty, the toilet water was dark brown and murky with splatters around the inside, a few mushy solids floating in it, my stomach felt like a black hole and still slightly bubbly. It took me about 5 minutes to wipe and lots of loo roll to get clean, the paper was awful and made my ring even more sore
I got back to my room where I saw my wife and we hugged, she asked if I was alright because I looked drained so I told her I had bad diarrhea from a laxative they'd given me, she said she would try to get me home before I needed the loo again and started helping me get dressed into my normal clothes. The doctor told me he wanted me to keep taking stool softeners while I was taking the painkillers and gave me some laxatives to help keep my bowels moving. I tried on the loo again just before we left the hospital and did some toilet shattering farts.
Part 2
BogBusters hospital story.
I had another really bad case of the runs again an hour after I got home, while I was trying to undo my trousers with my one hand I did a huge loud wet uncontrollable fart that bubbled as watery poo filled them and ran down my legs then I had another explosive fart mid squat which made me spray the back of the loo seat. I was in so much pain as hot liquid flooded out of me with nuclear gasses booming into the bowl. My lovely wife came and helped me clean up, I was constantly apologising but she was reassuring and sweet. Most of that day I felt as though I was getting ready for a colonoscopy again and I had many explosive trips to the loo.
All throughout the next 4 weeks I was having frequent smelly runny poos because my wife had me taking doses of warm prune juice and yogurts to keep me going to the loo, I did however prefer this method rather than take laxatives. my wife was amazing looking after me and made sure I had plenty of loo roll, wet wipes and moisturiser for my very raw hole., she also helped me with getting dressed and other tasks I struggled with. At my next doctors appointment I'd just eaten some porridge before I arrived and while I was sat in the waiting room I started to need a rather loose bowel movement but I could handle it for now, my name was called and I followed the nurse down the corridor to the doctors room, the doctor examined my arm and said it was healing nicely, he later asked if I was going to the loo properly, I told him I was going a bit too well and he said to keep eating plenty of fiber and I could stop the softeners but to start them again if I got constipated. Afterwards I darted into a stall in the men's room dropping my boxers and trousers in a swoop Brrshloompthsplsplshhbrumptttttt oof, someone was having a good solid motion in one of the stalls as I could hear a grunted "Oh" *cracklecracklecracklecracklecracklecrackle nnngh ker PLOP and then another man started having some very heavy plops. I was so jealous
I started to return to more solid poos after upping my fiber intake and stopping the stool softeners, they felt amazing coming out. I did get a bit bunged up a few times but my wife was right on it with the prune juice and it had me straight on the bog. Well that's my hospital story or one of them atleast. I hope everyone enjoys.
-BogBuster
-BogBuster
For dinner a couple nights ago I had mashed potato with gravy, baked beans, fried eggs and ???? including broccoli which probably wasn't the best choice with the beans as afterwards I had pretty bad trapped wind. I took some wind-eze tablets that my wife suggested and decided to have a bath as it normally helps move things. I lay there relaxing in the warm water eventually feeling an enormous pressure of wind painfully twisting its way through my guts, I was thinking about sitting on the loo but I was in too much pain to move, I rubbed my stomach as it raced like a freight train down my colon,my rectum expanded and I lifted my bum slightly and held onto the sides of the bath hnnnngh BRURURURURURURURURURURURURURURUR oof,I turned the bath into a jacuzzi for a moment and felt so much better, does anyone else enjoy a good fart in the tub? I love seeing the bubbles rise and the tickling feeling on my bottom
The next morning I had to be on the bog right away and I let out a chorus of uncontrollable BRR RUMPT BRRRrrrrrr BBRRRAAAAPPTTTTT brrrrrrrrrroarrrrtrrrrr rrrrtttt frrrrrrrttt frtttTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZTSZBRUPTZSTSZTSZTSZPFFTTZZZZZZZSPLUNK TZZZZZZplop *knock knock* "morning honey, I'm sorry to disturb you, are you almost finished? I really need the toilet" "almost done, love. Be out in a minute" "okay" my wife must have been desperate as she rarely knocks, one last small poo gently exited my system without any effort " tzzzzplop brapt. Feeling empty I looked beneath me and saw a good pile of logs, there was a giant one that had been surrounded by smaller broken up pieces all light brown and smooth, I could see pieces of sweetcorn I'd also had the night before and could smell the eggs and broccoli, I sprayed a ton of air freshener and opened the window a bit.
I told my wife I was done and she went in and shut the door, I heard her make a small sound like a gasp but it was muffled as though she was covering her nose and mouth, I think the pungent smell of my poo had hit her but then I heard a long broken up quiet fart rumbling and hastened footsteps as she hurried to sit on the loo brruru bruru bruru brrrrttt and a whispered "no no no no no" I went to give her some privacy but heard what sounded like a good healthy sized log kerplunk loudly into the toilet as I got to the bottom of the stairs. She came down a while later and had breakfast with me I had bran flakes and she had porridge with banana slices with a pot of yogurt which made her go to the loo again shortly after for another good clear out, I could hear her plopping away in the bathroom as I got dressed, they sounded heavy and soft. We were going to go for a walk around the countryside and then for a meal so we were getting ready.
We had a lovely roast dinner with salad at the nearby pub with a pint of beer and my wife had a glass of white wine then we continued our walk, I was feeling very bloated on the drive home and I accidentally let out a silent but deadly "sorry about that, dear. I think I need to go to the bog" " we're almost home" she replied and I was on the loo with a good book as soon as we got back having a huge satisfying but very gassy dump that almost clogged the toilet, I was in there a good while.
My wife passed her roast dinner with ease very early this morning, I woke up to the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut and a short while later I could hear many loud plunks and farts all the way from the bedroom and she was on the toilet almost 20 minutes. The bathroom smelled like rotten roast beef and perfume after. I couldn't go to the loo at all this morning but I felt very empty from the night before, I'm hoping I will have a nice relaxing poo later today. I've eaten a lot of nuts and a yogurt so I think a fulfilling trip to the loo will be happening very shortly
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