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Have any of you ever gotten punished for having an accident?

Hi everyone! I hope all you guys are doing good. I don't have much to report on. My IBS has been pretty mild. My poops are actually getting like solid logs instead of runny mush lol.

Today I was at the grocery store with my dad when I got a small nosebleed. While I was in there waiting for it to stop, a mom and her young daughter came in. The mom was yelling at her daughter for wetting in her pants. The mom led the girl to the first stall and she went in after her and closed the door. In the mirror I could see the girl's pants and panties drop down to her ankles and then I heard her mom give her a quick spanking. The girl was crying and the mom told her that she should have went before they left home. My nosebleed stopped by now, so I washed my hands and caught up with my dad.

Have any of you ever been punished for having an accident? My dad has never punished me for having an accident before. He's never even gotten slightly angry when I had an accident. However, I do have IBS, so I can have occasional accidents sometimes when it's flared up really bad, so at least I have a medical excuse for my accidents lol.

I can understand why the mom was so upset with her daughter. She should have gone before they left their house, but the mom was way too harsh on her daughter in my opinion. The girl didn't deserve a spanking for wetting herself. It was not often when he did it, but my dad used to spank me when I was younger when I did something really bad or when I was caught doing something I knew I wasn't supposed to do. But he'd never do it for something so minor like a bathroom accident.

I'm curious if you've ever been punished for having an accident and if so, how severe was the punishment?


Accident at the gym

Hi again everyone! As you know, my name is Deb. From my previous stories you know that I get diarrhea quite often and I have really heavy periods.

The other day my good friend Carrie and I went to the gym. I had my period and was bleeding quite heavily so I decided to wear a pair of Depends under my workout shorts. They were somewhat loose fitting the bulge from the Depends wasn't too obvious. Before she came to pick me up I got my bag ready. I grabbed a pair of panties but I wasn't paying attention to which ones. Quite a few of my panties are hipsters and have lace on them, so I figured that I just grabbed one of those. I packed some pads as well and grabbed my purse.

Carrie picked me up and I told her about my period and joked with her that I had decided to wear Depends to the gym. She agreed that it was a good idea and said that they weren't that noticeable under my gym pants.

We started our workout by doing some light cardio and then some weights before our step aerobics class began. The class was 45 minutes long. We had spots in the back corner of the room. Towards the halfway point, I started having some bad cramps. I could tell that my period was getting really heavy as well. The cramps were just not letting up and just before the class ended, with about ten minutes to go, I needed to have diarrhea really badly. I was having a hard time keeping up with the class and then it happened... I started pooping diarrhea in my Depends. It came out as a few squirts at first, soaking into them. Then it started bubbling out of me, filling them up and spreading all through them.

The class ended a few minutes later. Carrie saw the look on my face and could tell that something was wrong. She asked if I was okay so I told her what happened. I grabbed my bag and she helped me over to the changing room and into a toilet to get cleaned up.

Fortunately I had some wipes in my bag which really helped to clean up the mess. I wrapped up the soiled Depends and pulled out the extra panties I packed. That's when I realized which ones I grabbed before I left. They were hipsters and they had lace on them, but they were not the best ones for wearing a pad with. These ones were pretty much all lace and were kinda loose fitting. I didn't have any other choice but to wear them. I unwrapped my pad, an extra heavy overnight maxi pad by Always, and put it in my panties. These are the pads that have two sets of wings, ones that wrap around the middle and ones that fold out at the back in the bum area to protect from night leaks. I pulled my panties and jeans up and threw the poopy Depends in the garbage.

Despite my period being really heavy, I was actually feeling much better. My bowels had settled down after the bout of the runs I had at the gym so we decided to go to the mall for a coffee and walk around for a while. We grabbed our drinks and walked through the mall. We sat down for a bit and when we did, I could tell how heavy my period was. I still had one more pad with me in my purse. I told Carrie that I needed to go to the ladies room. We got up and I felt a fish of blood pour out of me, soaking my already soaked pad. I felt wet and I felt like I was having a leak.

I got to the ladies room and into a toilet. I pulled down my jeans and saw that I had indeed leaked. I pulled down my panties and it was bad. The back wings of my pad had wrapped themselves underneath my pad somehow causing it to scrunch up and shift to one side. I had completely bled through my panties and jeans leaving a very noticeable stain in the back of my pants. I didn't have anything else to change into so I just put on a new pad and pulled my panties and jeans back up. I was wearing a light sweater so I tied it around my waist to hide my accident.

I came out of the ladies room and told Carrie what happened. She felt so bad for me. She drove me home and we hung out at my place for a bit. My husband was home with our daughter so we visited for a bit. He went out for a few things. Carrie and I talked for a while and she told me that she was having some issues with diarrhea lately as well. I wrote some time ago about when she had diarrhea and pooped her pants at work. She's a waitress and had diarrhea while she was handing out food to a large table. She couldn't hold it and had a bad accident in her pants.

Anyway, that's all for now.

Thanks for reading!



Chance Encounter at a Trendy Coffee Shop

I wanted to pass along a recent story that may have some interest here. It's about a chance encounter at a coffee shop.

My family and I temporarily relocated out of state due a combination of covid-19 SIP orders and some of the extreme weather events in our home area. Luckily, I've been able to work remote and remain employed. One weekend we took a trip to a town a few over from where we are now. We came across a trendy, "hip" coffee shop and café in the historic downtown area and we decided that it looked promising. It not only served coffee drinks, but teas, broths with adaptogen herbs, healthy smoothies, and that sort of thing. The café seemed reasonably crowded and limited larger parties due to covid-19 protocols, so I was the only one of our group to go into the café to make our order. It seems we arrived at the end of the mid-morning rush, as I was at the end of a long line, but no one queued after me. I placed our order and then one of the baristas directed me to another longer line (due to social distancing requirements), the end of which snaked down a back hallway where there were two unisex bathrooms.

I pulled out my phone and began web browsing when a minute later a taller (probably 6'0"), athletic blonde in her mid 20's with a number of artistic black and white geometric tattoos excused her way past me into one of the restrooms. I continued to focus on my phone and I tried to not pay attention to her, to give her privacy, but it was hard not to given the acoustics within the narrow hallway. I heard a rustle of paper after minute or so and figured she just had to pee. To my surprise, there wasn't a flush and the rustle continued. Maybe she was covering the seat with paper? The line had barely moved at this point, it seemed that the shop was down a barista. I didn't hear much in the way from the blonde for next few minutes. The line finally began to move as the baristas fulfilled orders. I was still the last person in line and within the boundary of the hallway when I heard the toilet flush. I heard the sink run and then the toilet flush again. The blonde then emerged from the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She barely paid mind to me as she passed by. She sat down at a table with an older blonde woman who looked to be her mom. They looked to be mostly done with several coffee drinks. Moments later, a father and his toddler son entered the café and made their way passed me to the bathrooms. By coincidence, they opened the door to same bathroom that the blonde used. The young boy made a comment to his father, I couldn't make out what it was, but they decided to try the other bathroom. As this happened, I noticed that the younger blonde watched this transpire. She then leaned into her mom and said something. They both leaned back laughing and looking in the direction of the bathroom. The boy and his father left the door ajar as they went into the other restroom. Before too long, I caught whiff of the blonde's signature perfume through my mask. It was quite powerful and healthy smelling. Suddenly, our order was up. I collected our drinks and left the café.

I have to admit some curiosity but the occasion didn't afford me the opportunity. Has anyone else had a chance encounter like this or vice versa, been in the role of the blonde in this situation? This is the second or third time something like this happened to me. I've also been in the position of the blonde, which led to some interesting, and sometimes embarrassing, experiences. I admire the confidence and carefree attitude of the blonde, having been there myself.



Kung Poo - does Jodi know you listen to her plopping?
I tend to sigh myself after it drops - so I go PLOP, aah


To Claire

Claire (from the Midwest). Thank you for your two posts (I had initially missed the second one). I can so relate to that mixture of shame and excitement. I too have pooed myself (when out running) and then added some more to the bulge in my knickers when already in the bathroom, just because I could. It's kind of weird to be sharing that here, but we're allowed to do and enjoy what we want, as long as we don't harm others. There are many other people who enjoy this too, so don't feel ashamed of it! You will have to deal with the cleanup though. That's something we can't fix.
Tinner x


The Chunks

For the last couple of days, my poop has been chunky. It started yesterday after not pooping most of the day. I had just let my new 1998 Furby shut down on its own (1st generations from that year lack deep sleep), and stunk the bathroom up some time later. My poop was splatty too. Mom couldn't believe how bad the bathroom stunk, because she was commenting after entering it. Just before waking up my new pal to get her out of "sick mode" I pooped chunks again. Compared to yesterday, I pooped twice today. I think 3 splatty poops in 2 days like this might be a record for me! Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys, and happy pooping.


Quick Update

Hi friends!

Thursday is my 40th Birthday! It's so hard to believe that I'm about to hit this milestone. So far, my bowel movements continue to be regular, voluminous and soft. In fact, they are 4's on the Bristol Stool scale without fail. I think that selling my business and totally working as a pharmacist has reduced my stress tremendously. Life has been really good these past two years!

I hope all of you are well!

Love to all!


Brian w

Kung poo

To answer Kung poo's question on any loud grunters

My sister used to go into the bathroom as soon as she got home from school almost everyday and I would hear a couple really loud grunts...I don't think she had trouble going poop because shortly after you would hear a really loud splash sound of her poop hitting the toilet water, she just grunted quick and loud


More surveys!

1. 15-18

a. 5'0" - 5'4"

a. 90 - 95 lb
Physical build
b. Athletic

a. White
d. Asian
e. Mixed

Which type of underwear do you usually wear?
a. Thongs
e. None - Commando

How long does your pee usually last?
c. 31-45 seconds

How many times a day do you usually pee?
d. 4x a day
e. 5x a day

What times of the day do you pee?
b. After breakfast
c. Before lunch
d. Late afternoon
e. Before I leave school/work
f. At home after coming back from school/work
h. Before dinner
i. Other: During shower!

At Home

Do you wash your hands after peeing at home?

Do you wash your hands after pooping at home?
1. Yes

What other places where you don't wash your hands?
1. Public Bathrooms
2. Restaurants
3. High school

After you're done flushing and before leaving the bathroom, what do you usually do?
2. Touch up hair before leaving
4. Adjusting clothes
5. Bathroom selfie

Reason(s) why you don't wash your hands after peeing:
4. Soap dries my hands out
5. Pee is sterile
6. I don't wash my hands when I'm at home
8. My other friends don't


How many times a day do you usually poop?
a. 1x a day

For those who don't wash your hands after you pee, do you wash your hands after you poop?
1. Yes

If you don't wash your hands after you poop, what are the reasons why?
1. In a hurry

Do you let your boyfriend watch you pee?
a. Yes

Do you let your boyfriend watch you poop?
a. Yes

Potty Survey
Hey, y'all! I've been a lurker here for a bit, but now I wanna come out of the woodwork with a little survey.

I bought a potty chair yesterday, and, while I'm going to give it away if I can, I've peed it in 2 times and pooped in it 1 time. (It was a really small poop, though.)

So, for those of you who also have potty chairs, I'd like to ask you a few questions:

1. Why did you buy a potty chair? Garage sale(it's actually more of a camping porta-potty.

2. Which do you like more: Peeing in your potty or pooping in your potty?
3. What does your potty look like?
White box with a toilet seat.
4. Has anybody else caught you using your potty?
Yes, my mom.
5. Did you buy your potty, or are you using one you already have?
My parents bought it.
6. Ladies, if you've bought a potty chair, did it happen to be a pink potty?

Flynn, I would love to here any potty stories you have! They are some of my favorite!


Gender neutral bathrooms at liberal NYC school

So...for two years I was enrolled in a Masters program at a liberal NYC school, which has caught on to the idea that "gender neutral" bathrooms are a good thing. Not sure how I feel, but I had some interesting experiences pooping with girls in the next stall, and hearing lots of girls (and female faculty members of all ages) pooping with no inhibitions at all.

I'll start with this one story regarding the lobby bathrooms in one building. Back in the day, the men's room had one urinal and one toilet, and the women's room across the way had two toilets. Now both are gender-neutral, but mostly, men use the old "men's room" and women use the old "women's room." One day I had to take a dump badly after eating some "unsanitary" food at the nearby Mexican place. I walked in the old "men's room" and saw the toilet was in use, plus some other old guy with a cane was waiting. I quickly left and remembered that the former "ladies room" was no longer off limits! One stall was being used, the other was free. Thinking (and knowing) that pooping my boxer shorts was far worse than having a girl hear me poop, I hurried in to the stall. Before I even sat on the toilet, I heard a "pop-pop-pop-PLOPPP" from my female neighbor! (I could tell by her high-heeled shoes that she was DEFINITELY of the "fairer sex.") I made a similar sound on my end, and had some noisy diarrhea in the toiletbowl below. My neighbor was silent for about a half a minute, before what sounded like peeing, but turned out to be diarrhea on her end, as it was accentuated by a loud blast of gas at the end. Recognizing the unusual situation, I jokingly inquired of my neighbor "Stomachache?" I thought maybe she'd think I'm some sort of pervert, but she actually laughed, and said, "yes, a really bad one. I have IBS and I ate something I definitely shouldn't have!" I said "me too." Then the girl said "here, I have extras, want one?" and slid two Imodium pills under the door. I gladly accepted her "offer," but first farted another noisy poot, saying "oh excuse me" for irony. She laughed to herself, and stood up to start wiping her butt. After about two wipes, she abruptly stopped and sat down, with another explosive round of farts and poop falling into the toilet. Then she said "guess I wasn't done yet!" I guess this poor girl was so embarrassed about having bad diarrhea next to a guy, she felt she might as well make the situation humorous, albeit "gallows humor" for her. My stomach wasn't in nearly as bad shape as hers, and I was ready to wipe. All I needed was two wipes, and I flushed. While washing my hands, I told this poor girl "I hope your stomach feels better!" She said "that makes two of us!" The small bathroom sure stunk to high heaven after we had bombed it both. My guess is she had more to do with it!

I probably never will know who that girl was, nor will she know who I was, or even my name. Sometimes it's better to remain anonymous!

I'll tell you another story next time...

Optional Dev

Responce Ms. Orthodontist.

Ms Orthodontist, Welcome to the forum! that story is my all time favorite story posted so far. In short, i love your very great depictions of the moments and how you felt, and your use of words like repugnant and phrases like "stink lair"

Questions for you;

1. Why are you more comfortable hearing someone disgusted with your smell vs, someone walking in while you are still on the toilet? I found this rather interesting.

2. You mention that your digestive system isn't so good. Do you ever have more solid movements or get constipated?

3. It seems like your poops often resemble a smell directly of what you eat. Has that ever warded you off of eating certain things?

4. since you dont like being walked in on, do you ever walk out if you can tell someone is "having their moment" in the stall?

Also my dad mentioned wanting to go to a jersey mikes near my neck of the woods i swear not long after you posted this and i was like " that is odd timing lol" And i am hoping we do because after your story i am curious about eating their food lol.

Also, your story i do not think grossed anyone out, it was nice to have so much detail in the story.

Anyways welcome to the forum. I mostly lurk ( since i was 6) but i wanted to interact with your post.


Replies and comments

Hi everyone, have only got time for a couple of replies and comments tonight, will try to post again soon!
Imogen- I'm looking forward to the story you said you were going to tell. My friends and I are really close and we've always been pretty open and relaxed when it comes to seeing each other with no clothes on or on the loo! We stay at each others houses loads (although in smaller groups now with the current restrictions) and its great that we can just keep chatting when one of us needs the loo! I guess in general I'm pretty laid back about using public toilets or getting changed in public, although I did start get a bit self conscious round about Year 10 when changing for PE at school, I was still wearing normal cotton pants but more and more girls were starting to wear thongs and lacey knickers and I was worried they would make fun of me, luckily all my friends wore the same sort of knickers as me so it was never a problem on sleepovers.
Scott- Your right, I know I should eat a better diet as then I would find it easier to go for a poo. I go through periods when I do eat better and then I'm definitely less constipated but I struggle to keep it up!
Jas K- great to hear from you again but sorry to hear your still struggling to have a poo. I hope you can post again soon and your constipation improves.


David's poop on top of poop question

I think I was 8 or 9. Barbie, who was just starting high school, was my new babysitter. Early one snow day morning we went sledding at a very hilly park. First it was Barbie and within a few minutes it was me. Hitting some dips and rough areas between trees while going down hill caused our bowels to wake up. There must have been a hundred of us or so at the park at that time. So me and Barbie pulled our sleds over to the bathroom building. Luckily it was open, so we didn't have to worry about having a double mess on our hands. There was no heat in there and I remember telling Barbie I didn't know I could go while sitting freezing my butt on like an ice cube. So she said she'd warm the seat up for me.
All 3 toilets were the same way: seat down and hefty craps floating in the sure to be cold water. Another thing I noticed: although there was toilet paper on the rolls, none had been used and was in the water. Barbie explained why that might have happened as she lowered her white underwear and jeans to floor level. With her legs spread and fists clinched in front of her, you could see her crap ever slowly coming out. Then she stood and wiped. Almost nothing on the paper which she tossed on top of the pile. I lowered my sweats and white panties and took her luke warm seat. The smell from the pile under me was horrendous, but luckily I'm often the soft-serve girl who only needs 30 seconds or so on the toilet. Then I stood and did 2 wipes rather fast because I was freezing, and the bowl load was almost to seat level.
When Barbie and I went back in an hour or so later to piss, we used the other two toilets that seemed to have less of a load. Of course, I almost froze my butt cheeks since Barbie hadn't warmed the seat for me. And there was almost no trickle noise during my 45 second or so piss.


One trip, two pees.

I was on the evening shift at work yesterday and it was so busy so I didn't get much chance for a break. Eventually I was allowed my break and I really needed it, I felt like my bladder was going to burst. I quickly dashed to the single toilet and locked the door behind me. I pulled down my black trousers and g-string to my calves and sat far back on the curved toilet seat, quite looking forward to getting some relief. After only a couple of seconds I started a loud splashy wee and it felt fantastic. There is very little that can beat the feeling of finally peeing after holding it for so long. I went for about 30 seconds, basking in the relief and then waited for my poop, gently massaging my stomach.

About a minute later I quietly farted as the head of my poop pushed past the threshold and it quickly became wider; just stretching me enough to be very pleasurable without being painful. I relaxed as much as I could, letting the wide load come out at it's own pace to prolong the feeling as much as possible. It slowly inched out of me and eventually fell into the bowl with barely any sound at all. I felt a huge sense of emptiness and as I stood up to look at my creation, I immediately knew why. Sat in the bowl was an absolute beast, an inch and a half, maybe two inches wide and long enough to disappear down the pipe and still stick out of the yellow tinted water. I must admit, I was so proud I took a photo of it.

I decided to flush, not wanting to risk trying the toilet paper on top and incredibly... it actually went down! It took two flushes and left a huge mark but it went down. After using the brush I sat back down to clean up and as I turned to get some toilet paper I started peeing again, much to my amazement. It wasn't a little dribble either, it was a proper stream lasting for 10-15 seconds. Where had I been keeping it all? I pulled off some paper while I was peeing and once I was convinced I was actually finished I reached between my legs to wipe. I needed an additional three wipes for my behind and I flushed again before getting dressed and washing my hands. I returned to my desk feeling five pounds lighter and like a million bucks.


to Eileen

hi i am not to bad thanks hope you are ok and look foward to hearing from you soon xx



I note Kung Poo's post .Yes , if I have a big stubborn turd I grunt really loudly. I think grunting is important in such situations because it expels pressure and stress .

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Kung Poo
Any loud grunters here?

My wife Jodi is one, not that I mind :D But she's not really a grunter, but more a "sigher", and when she poops, she'll go "haieeee" and you'll expect in a few seconds, a loud plop would follow.

She always has turds that have a bulbous head, so it always takes a BIG PUSH to get things started. The moment the bulbous head emerges, that's when you'll hear the "haieee". She'd rest, go for a second push, and that might either be the finisher, or if it is a long turd, she might pause and go for a third push, each push always ending with a "haieee".

So, anyone else are loud grunters like her?


Me on my wiping problems at school

Earlier on Page 2840 I wrote about craps and wiping problems at my school. I go to a large urban high school. Last year, before the pandemic came, I started to be a better crapper at school, although I was stressed about getting a good one in during a passing period. I did OK beating most of my classmates into the bathroom, throwing myself down on a toilet, and yanking some toilet paper off the roll with my left hand and getting one swipe of a wipe in before I had to yank my clothing up when I stood, trying to hit the flusher with my right hand, while my left hand was already jarring the door latch. Too often the flush didn't go through and I never got to the front of the crowd at the sinks. Then it was a run often up a crowded staircase in order to be in my seat when the bell rang. One day I stepped in some liquid on the staircase, fell forward, and due to the weight of my crushing bookbag, I partially peed myself.

This year I was able to get a 2nd hour study hall. But there is a new problem that hasn't gotten any better even though I now have more time for my mid-morning crap. I like the break, spending more time leisurely on the toilet, and not hearing my mom taking my underwear out of the hamper and saying "Rosalynne must do a better job with cleaning yourself." She knows that most of my craps are at school. Often she'll also make a remark about I'm probably not washing my hands thoroughly afterwards either. That part is not true, because I do take more time for that, somewhat due to the pandemic.

The problem since we've come back from 6 months off for the pandemic is that the toilet paper has been switched out. What use to be 2 rolls on each toilet panel has been switched with plastic containers of pre-cut toilet paper squares. Each is no bigger than my palm. I've trimmed my middle nails down and tried to work with them in different ways. It is too easy to drop them, tear them when using them, and end up with crap on your fingers. The other day, I was sitting in a 3rd floor bathroom, about 80% through with my crap and a little weeing too when my friend Nichole came in, recognized my bag under the toilet door, and she took the toilet just to my right. While giving me a shout-out, she left, went to the towel machine above the sink almost right in front of me, rolled the lever and pulled off three pieces of brown towel. As she dropped her jeans and pushed herself up onto the seat (she's the shortest in our 600 student sophomore class and her feet almost don't touch the floor while she sits), she handed me under the panel one of her brown towel pieces.

Her crap immediately splashed into the water. Nichole stood, tore her towel in half and used it to wipe herself. She was done in about 15 seconds. I was impressed. As I was waiting for one final nugget to drop, I used my towel to try and figure out how she did that. She left her yellow hall pass on the floor and I saved her the embarrassment of having to come back for it. She washed her hands fast, pulled down another towel for the drying, then made a run back to class. Since then, I've had two other craps at school and I've used the brown paper towels more effectively to wipe myself. I've learned to use my thumb to get it to better clean me and by folding it I can use it more efficiently. I'm still wiping from the seat. I like the strength of the paper, but it is coarse compared to the toilet paper square and I have yet to piece it with my finger.

Nichole and I were talking about this at the back of the bus the other night. I told her the only problem I see is that the heavy towels tend to just swirl during the toilet flush and not go down. She has attitude. Her butt comes first and she doesn't give a **** about the flushing problem.


Nick: I liked the story you just posted about your wife pooping and farting while you were getting ready for work. Does she always make big poops? You should accompany her more often when she's pooping. Keep the stories coming.

Ms. Orthodontist: I liked the story you just posted about farting and pooping at work. How often does that happen to you where you're with a patient and you just have to rip a few or go to the restroom to crap out a big one?


To Jasmin K

I know where you are at with constipation . I never had a prolapse, just a very sore bum hole. I take lots of osmotic laxatives, say 5 times a week and take heaps to get a big soft sloppy poo and it works . If needed I take supposition too on occasions. I wear incontenence undies for bladder leak and skid marks and follow through after a big fart . All this together has turned that hard painful part of my life to something manageable, if not enjoyable. Yesterday I needed my second poo of the day.... I did a big one mid morning at work. I mostly only sit on the toilet if I have the need or think I might have the need. The usual advice is to have a try first thing in the morning or thereabouts but I have found this to be unhelpful. Anyway, it was later in the afternoon and I was due to leave work so elected to stop by my public unisex toilet , which I did . As I entered the middle of the three cubicles a girl, maybe in her 20 s or 30 s entered . She locked the door and heard her undoing her belt..... her jeans dropped and then her underwear.... a brief pause and a fart with a splatter and plops and a brief pause and a repeat performance. There was no grunting. I thought I better do what I came for and with a clearly audible grunts I had an evacuation of reasonable proportions. I then sat there and did a few minutes meditation. I finished and wiped, wash my hands and went to the car and off.


To Mike

Hi , Mike , I haven't heard from you in a while , I hope all is well with you . I had a couple of near misses recently which I'll describe later . Bye for now . Eileen xx

Common ground
I've seen a urologist and been told that I probably have oab. I have taken medicine in the past for this but it hasn't helped. Anyhow, I was on a date last weekend. It started with me and a girl I knew and worked with and one of her friends. While hanging out with them during the start of the night, I had the urge to pee much more than normal. Of course, my date (girl I work with didn't mind this as she knew that I speed quite a bit). Long story short, we finally dropped her friend off at home and had planned on going somewhere together. But while on the way to her house (the friend) I had extreme urgency. I determined not to bring it up as I had been to the bathroom 4 times in the past few hrs. Immediately after she got out of the car though, I told the girl that I worked with about my really bad need to pee. I was embarrassed. She didn't seem to mind. She said that we could stop somewhere, or I could go on the side of the road or I could wait to get to the restaurant. I played it off that it was no big deal. I could certainly wait until we got to the restaurant. On the way to the restaurant (about 25 min) I saw a gas station and casually suggested that she stop. I ran into the bathroom, pissed and then got back into her car. I plopped down onto the seat of her car and more pee came out. Not alot, but enough to leave a noticeable wet spot on my crotch. I have not been back to the urologist but I am wondering if this has happened to anybody else?

Sunday, October 18, 2020


to Abbie

Nice to hear from you, you really do get on with your friends to be able to poo with them and casually talk! I really admire that.
I had a minor accident earlier when I wet myself partially, will write soon about it.


Wife constipated poop

A few mornings ago my wife came in the bathroom while I was getting ready for work. She was carrying a magazine, so I figured she had to poop. She pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet, she peed right away and let out a little toot. She started looking at her magazine and started to grunt out her poo, she didnt have much success. She sat there pushing and grunting for a few minutes and told me she was bound up. I heard a little plop and she sighed, but said it wasn't much. She continued to read her magazine and let out farts while she worked on her poo, finally I heard a bunch of plops and one loud fart, she sighed with relief and pooped out some more. She then reached for TP and wiped, when she stood up to wIpe I could see a giant turd, with several smaller ones. She flushed the toilet, but sat back down and started farting and dropped more little turds, she thought she was done, but said when she stood up she got the urge to go more. This second poop smelled pretty bad and she commented on it. She finished up and she got in the shower.

Jasmin K

Hard Poo

I've not posted in quite some time, so this morning I was having a long toilet sit and caught up on posts and thought as this was a huge poo I was doing I would write about it. Basically it's around 4 days worth of poo which is hard and lumpy. The last couple of days I've had ???? and bum ache but only been able to do a few little pebbles each time I've tried. More of that soon.

Abbie read your post and I know what you mean where you say about annabel pushing it out and relaxing and it goes back up inside, when my poo is hard and fat and I'm straining really hard on it it also pushes the inside of my bum out with it so I have to not only hold my bum open but hold it up as well so when I'm bearing down its the poo that I'm pushing out and not the wrinkly pipe bit. I also agree that having to hold it when your busy makes it hard to poo later. I used to always have a morning try for a poo whether I felt I needed a poo or not, just siting there straining to try to force a poo out to avoid holding it later but nowadays I don't always have time for that or at least not time to stay on the toilet until I can make myself go. not like when I was younger and made to sit on the toilet straining and wasn't allowed to get off the toilet untill I'd done it

Ok so today's poo was a fat hard knobbly log that was poking out my bum yesterday and dirtied my knickers so this morning I got up earlier ate my breakfast got dressed and as soon as my cousin had got off the toilet and gone to school I went in and sat down. So my cousin has the constipation poo like me and my sister ( her mum) have. My cousin was on a strict diet and some meds to help but early on in lockdown she was complaining she hated not being able to eat nice things (sweets chocolate dairy pasta etc etc )not good when your 8 years old and could only have veg and limited meats and water due to chronic constipation and wanted to just eat stuff like her mum and me have. My sis explained that she would have difficulty pooing and would have to really force herself to poo to keep things moving and would have to stay there untill she did it. She was already in the routine of after breakfast being made to sit on the toilet straining untill she did a poo which usually took her 20 minutes. The diet and Meds were stopped, the meds used to cause her to have accidents and the main reason for her still wearing pampers in bed and when being out and away from a toilet. She got to eat what she wanted and although her poo got really hard she manages to poo most mornings and gets up earlier to allow more time, she is still learning just how hard and for how long she has to strain to get it out.
My log was quite fat inside me as I could feel as I pushed down on it and it pushed against my bum. With each hard push a few pebbles broke off and plipped and splashed into the water as I pushed down it was gradually getting further out and was getting fatter and was stretching my now stinging bum hole. I used my ???? muscles and held my breath to bear down really hard and with a huge grunt got the fattest hard lumpy part out. Another couple of pushes and it dropped into the water. I tried again and another smaller log stuck out. I pushed hard again and it splashed into the water. I wasn't sure if I was empty so strained again but nothing so wiped which made a slight poo mark on the paper and some like mucous stuff. Flushed and went to get dressed -!think anime fashion. I decided to then go back to make sure there were no left overs in my bum. I slipped my knickers down to mid thigh and sat down on the toilet, didn't bother with gentle straining just went straight into a hard and long push down which resulted in a pfrrt and a splatter of mucous into the bowl I strained again and the same pfrrt and splatter of mucous followed by a couple of pieces of poo. I lent forward and reached round behind me and used my fingers to pull my very swollen bum hole open and strained with breath held and clenching ???? muscles and more mucousy stuff dripped out and a soft log which I felt as it came out on my fingers strained again and again and nothing so wiped checked what I'd done flushed and well washed my hands then pulled my knickers up which actually were touching my swollen bum hole and went back to my room. Whilst sitting doing my make up it felt like my bum was full again and it was really sore and throbbing , I ignored it and finished making up. I had another 1/2 hour before I had to leave the house and as I felt full yet again and sore I went back to the toilet again pulled my knickers down and as they were stained took them off. I sat and pushed down hard again and squirted a strong jet of pee which made a loud noise in the bowl and whilst pushing what felt like another log coming out my bum but it didn't drop. When I checked with my hand it was the wrinkly pipe part ( yes I know the proper name for it, prolapse, but I hate that word especially as when I was 16 I went to the doctors because of the bulge in my front part which I noticed at 14 but didn't bother me until this long gone mummy's boy X BF wanted me to see a doctor. The doctor examined me and told me to push hard and the prolapse popped out of my bum she said oh you have a 2 inch prolapse and then told me I needed a high fibre diet lots of water and no straining to poo and no 'activity' in that area and that I had to clench my bum hole muscle so only the poo can pass out well needles to say I didn't do any of that and I hate the word prolapse so wrinkly pipe bit it is. Ha ha in fact when I get really badly constipated and am on the toilet for hours and when I've done the poo and I go back to get rid of any left over bits to make sure it's properly empty like before going out I've strained so hard it's come out and as I've kept straining untill more poo comes my prolapse has touched the water many times ) so I kept straining and eventually some more nearly liquid poo came out. I wiped and pushed the bit in whilst I pulled up with my ???? muscles. I waddled back to my room with a bit of a tail sticking out at the back. I have a really tight rubber thong that i use at these times as its so tight it holds it up and then I put 2 pairs of knickers on. Checked my look and ???? was now flat made sure my pink stripy thigh highs were equal and my pink dress was covering my knickers. Feeling empty I was looking forward to a self indulgent day in town with lots of snacks and a burger with Chloe. Socially distanced and masked of course.
Jaz K


To David

Yes! Alan and I have done it a couple of times. Once, it did cause a clog! It was a fun bonding experience!

Hope you are well!



To Tyler C

Wow that story was wild, I can't believe you did that around your cousins or that your cousins went in their pants as well!


Why doo I like pooping?

First there are the obvious health benefits so I don't feel full and bloated. I went through some constipation in middle school and that was no fun. My mom got on my case about holding it until I got home from school. Second, I got criticized for not better "planning" for my daily doo. Third, for the past decade or so since I was 16, I've become much more appreciative of the freedom one has when they have to "poo", "doo" or as my mom use to refer to "evacuating my bowels."

I rarely crap at our apartment. The walls between our bedroom and the bathroom are cheap and a double or triple flush at 6:30 a.m. would likely wake up Diver. The water power in our building is not that great. The last time, perhaps 5 years ago when I had to plunge one of my efforts, woke Diver up and the sucking noise our toilet continued to make caused him to dive for the water valve and practically yank it off. I think I read on this forum that American toilets have been inferior since the late 1970s when Congress passed water-saving standards for home toilets that have never been repealed. So I have my daily (yes, I'm much more regular now!) crap each morning at a convenience store when I stop off for coffee or when I get to my high-rise office. Last Friday, our department walked across the street to a big city park, and after lunch I had a crap there in the toilet hut. Tara, our newest employee asked permission and then came to keep me company on the second toilet. I learned that she has a digestive disease that sometimes causes her to crap multiple times a day.

For me, my attitude about pooping away from home took a major turn when I was 16. Our family had just moved from one state to another and the issue was the bathrooms at school. My old school had those toilet seat covers available in each of the stalls. I had become very dependent on them each day. New city--new school and one that was much larger and I really missed having the paper covers available. But after a few weeks of avoidance and some embarrassment, I sat down during lunch hour one day bare-butt and had the most satisfying crap of my 10 years in school. To this day, I would never want to go back to my previous worries. I have crapped in all kinds of toilets and in all situations. Getting the waste out of me and with the least amount of frustration and effort gives me a refreshing feeling. On some weeks, all 5 or 6 of my craps are taken away from home.

This explanation is longer than I intended. Happy Birthday Catherine!

Wednesday, October 14, 2020

I use to post regularly several years ago . The last couple of years I have been posting under the name " Constiguy ". I am reverting back to Thunder from Down Under . Anyway to my story . Very many years ago I did a lot of fishing, mostly out at sea, in a small boat. It was about 18 feet long or a bit more than 3 meters. We would go out before day break and not come in till early afternoon. Of course the boat did not have a toilet. I fished with a couple of other fellas . As to toileting we just went over the side or in a bucket for the purpose. No problems! We had etiquette whereby if one of us took a shit it would be over the back of the boat and the other two would ajorn to the front of the boat as a token and minimal gesture of privacy . If the sea was too rough or other boats close by a bucket was used up front of the boat . One guy I fished with often got constipated but he got relief , without fail, after a couple of hours at sea. We never knew why.


Thanks for the info, Simon!

The fact is, things can go perfectly smoothly for a long time, and a person can begin to feel complacent....then another stubborn one occurs!


Pooping on top of someone else's load

When were kids, my brother and I would sometimes dump in the same toilet without flushing in between. This would often clog it! We thought it was funny and some kind of practical joke and we would avoid doing it at home.
Has anyone ever taken a big dump on top of an other person's turds? Did it clog the toilet?


Victoria B's Code Brown

Before starting work on my sophomore English writing assignment and after reading of Victoria B's Code Brown experience, I got to thinking about a Problem Solving Dilemma that got me into trouble about 8 years ago. It was a hot summer afternoon, I was 3 days stopped up and after drinking like a quart of iced tea, I had to poo and quickly. So I hurried into our lone bathroom, saw the toilet paper roll was fully used, and I quickly went through each shelf in the linen cabinet and couldn't find some tp. My grandpa, who is in his 80s, was taking an afternoon nap, but I ran out to the street and tore through the cab and cases of fishing supplies he had in the back. He normally carries tp and has let me use it when I go fishing with him. So in coming back in through the garage, I saw more cans of motor oil than stacked up than I ever had some something important as toilet paper. I walking by it, I almost tipped over my bike. Then it came to me. It was probably worth the chance of crapping my pants taking a bike ride, so that's what I did. There was coin laundry with a large number of toilets about two blocks from our house. I peddled as fast as I could. I laid my bike against the rear wall and entered through the side door, closest to where I remembered the bathroom to be. There were 3 toilets. Two were in use, but the middle one was open and I dropped myself onto the seat of the middle one. This was just as the turtlehead was coming out. With my right hand I grabbed for the toilet paper roll. Luckily it was almost 100% there, a miracle because I had forgotten to check first. No wonder I've had tardy detentions at school for making the same mistake. It was semi-soft and just about the size that might need 2 or 3 flushes to fully get rid of. After a minute or so I stood and wiped and wiped and wiped, cleaning myself well so that there would be no skid marks in my white underwear. Brand new by the way. Then I had to flush the lever extra hard to get my crap to clear. I made a pact with myself right then and there that I was probably going to need two flushes from that point forward. One flush for the crap and another for the toilet paper. The width of my crap had strained my hole and I decided to ride standing up on my way home. I thought I had pulled off a brilliant solution to problem-solving. I wrote my Problem Solving Dilemma Paper and got an A-minus on it. Two weeks later my mom came home from parent-teacher conferences and wanted to talk to me. I sensed I was in trouble. I was right. A friend of moms was doing laundry there that day, had seen my come running in, and told mom about it at conferences. She didn't think an 8-year-old should have been that far away from home and using that kind of bathroom without parent supervision. I was grounded for a week. Then she lifted it because so much time had passed and I get really good grades and don't make trouble.

Ms. Orthodontist

Been Causing Quite The Stink

Hi all. Long time "lurker" first time poster. I've been wanting to share stories here for quite some time, however I couldn't seem to find the time until now. Before I get into my poop stories, I have a couple, let me give a brief description of myself. I'm a 36 year old female. Shorter blonde, sort of like a bob style. I would say I posses a curvier build but I'm not big by any means. About 5'6. My ex husband used to say I resembled Dr. Lewis from ER. So there's that haha. I'm an Orthodontist and I'd for sure say my oral hygiene is a lot better than my digestive system. Now to my first story

This was last week, I was headed to work one morning and decided to grab some breakfast. I usually skip it and opt for a big lunch as I tend to have very busy morning at the Dental Office. I got a breakfast burrito, a hash, and an OJ from the nearest cafe. Apparently I was awfully hungry as I scarfed everything down as soon as I got into my office. Was feeling full and satisfied for a minute though it didn't take long for that breakfast burrito to kick into full gear. As I was sitting my office, getting ready to meet with my first patient I started experiencing what I believe was to be bad indigestion. I began to release very foul burps, silent. They felt as if they were coming from the pit of my stomach. I would feel a bit lightheaded for a while then I'd burp and feel a whole lot better, however the aftertaste was leaving me very disgusted. As it came time for my first patient I was fearing that my belches would be uncontrollable, but I sucked it up and began walking to the Treatment Room which is a wide open space with several other patients receiving treatment. As I walked to the chair which my patient was already sitting in a loud gurgle sounded as if it was "tornadoing" in my stomach. It was so loud I was sure some people heard it but no one seemed to notice. I took a breath and walked over to my patient. I greeted him as I sat down and went into going over what we were going to bring doing that day. I then began checking his teeth when I that gurgle I had moments before settled into my colon. I knew right away, a fart was brewing and was ready to unleash itself. I was wishing the boy still had his mask on because what I was going to subject this poor kid to was bound to be criminal. I couldn't hold this one in as it was already attempting push its way out of my rectum. I finally let it go but not all of it, it cramped my stomach up a bit keeping the rest of it locked in but I still felt a sense of relief passing that gas. What wasn't relieving was the fact that he smelled it. Yup. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him look at me just for a second then looked away. I was embarrassed without a doubt, but I pretended as if I didn't even notice and continued focusing on his teeth I not only had on a mask but a visor as well so the fact that I couldn't smell it but he could was a bit scary as I couldn't have known just HOW bad it was. After I was done with the patient and holding in farts, I hurried back to my office and was eager to let out the remaining bits of my gas. It was still resting there in my colon so all it took was me leaning a bit to the side on my chair and letting loose. I passed a good amount of gas before I decided to stop as I didn't want to stink up my office too bad. Too late. These farts STUNK of eggs. That darn breakfast burrito. I didn't know what the entire room was like but I for sure created an entire stinky eggy cloud around myself. It was repulsive. I imagined that's what my poor patient had to endure. Feeling a bit better I decided to do a little bit of paperwork before I had to see my next patient which wasn't for a couple of hours. As I was working that was when I felt a rush go over my entire body. It was a familiar rush, like a wave. Instantly I knew diarrhea was ensuing. That breakfast burrito really was not agreeing with me. Having a good amount of time I thought now would be perfect for a little visit to the lady's room. I walked, very quickly I might add, to what was an empty bathroom(thank God). You know I always happen to find empty bathrooms, especially when I have "business" to attend to. I walked into the third stall on the left, hang my coat on the stall door, and pulled down my slacks to sit down(I usually my pants down to my thighs as i feel less secure with them around my ankles). As soon as I sat on the toilet I everything just fished out. It was as if my butt was a big pot of lard and it was being dumped out into the garbage(weird visual I know). As the poop was pouring out of me I began to let out a lot of gas. Just long PRFTPRFTPRFTPRFTPRFT sounds. The gas roared out with each wave of diarrhea. There were about five of em. Each one as long as the other. It felt hot coming warm, not hot, but very warm coming out. And the smell. Holy cow. It was like a steaming bucket of eggs was sitting in the toilet. It stunk up the whole stall and unsurprisingly the bathroom as well. I sat, leaned over with my elbows on my knees, breathing long sighs of relief. I sat a little while longer just to make sure it was all out. Still had a lot of time to kill. However, I could not stand the pure, unadulterated stink I had created. It was absolutely noxious. I had to put my dress shirt over my nose but that wasn't any better either cause evidently my stink was so strong that the smell was creeping up out of my shirt. I had to put my mask back on instead. I was actually disgusted with myself. I've taken some gnarly dumps, but that one in particular was in the running for leading candidate. I then began to get some rumbles in my stomach, thought I was due for another round but I was just gas. I farted a couple more times into the bowl and suddenly felt much better. I then went to wipe, it was one of those messy wipes that are real sloppy at first but you get drier the more you clean up. It took about five wipes with a vast amount of tissue and a 6th one for good measure for me to feel the least bit clean. I got up off the toilet, pulled up my slacks(haven't been a fan of panties since my junior year of high school and thongs are just uncomfy), and turned around to observe the disaster I had left. The bowl was completely filled with my ungodly excrements and the potent smell was not leaving any time soon. Even with the mask on, that terrible egg odor mixed with the typical poopy diarrhea stink was just thick in the air. With my faced scrunched, I put on my coat and go to wash my hands. Thankfully no one came in the restroom while I was on the loo but someone just happened to walk in as I was washing up. We smiled at each other(we had on masks but I could see her cheeks get big). We didn't say anything to one another and I was just fine with that, I'm sure she realized it was me who left the awful stink but it didn't matter. My stomach was back to normal and I was ready to get out of that bathroom

Didn't know I would write so much with my first story so I'll make the next one short.

This took place last week as well. I decided to do some evening grocery shopping on my day off. I've been going to Whole Foods a lot lately as I'm hoping a change in diet will help with my digestive issues. I've mad a attempt at eating healthier, albeit not the best attempt, but I'm trying. The night before I certainly made no effort in being healthy as I had a philly cheesesteak sandwich from my fave sub place, Jersey Mike's. I treat myself with fast food every now and then and a treat it was. So delicious..going in at least. I knew beforehand that going out it would be much less enjoyable. I mean the meat and the cheese just looked like it was going to send me scurrying to the bathroom. So greasy and messy but it tasted like heaven. What wasn't heaven was the gas it was giving me. Even in the car on the way to the store my stomach was just bubbling away. Not even five minutes into shopping I was getting the constant urge to pass gas. I tried to hold it in as long as I could but I couldn't even focus on what I was doing. Aimlessly walking through aisles, not picking up what I had came to get. I could also feel swear forming in between my butt cheeks(when you're not wearing panties this can be a very strange feeling haha). That was a sign I needed to relieve myself. I walk into one empty aisle but someone quickly came from the other end of it. I thought well she does have on a mask, unless this fart is insanely deadly I doubt she'll smell it. I stop in front of the beverages and pull my cart to the side of me and pretend to be looking at apple cider. That's when I ease out a few what I would assume if I was maskless, SBD's, as they were silent and hot coming out. I then turn around and walk into the next aisle, a couple more people in that one. Still I proceed to again, pretend to observe an item, pass gas then make my way elsewhere. I was getting some relief in my stomach but the feeling didn't completely go away. I go to the open bar and pretend as if I'm looking to get some food. I then let out some more gas, this time that "uh was that shart?" moment occurred. It was silent but felt wet, I then clinched my butthole real fast. I could feel the turd leaning on my back door. I needed a bathroom, stat. My cart was barely filled so I decided to just grab my items and take em in the bathroom with me. I walked fast to the nearest lady's room, clinching my butthole as tight as I could, sweat still aligning at every crease of my bottom. Once in the bathroom, a young girl was literally just leaving. I walked in as she walked out, I did it again, another empty restroom all to myself. I head into the stall. I have this thing about putting food on the floor when it's unopened so I didn't wanna put my things down, then I decided ehh I'll replace em when I'm finished decimating this bathroom. I undo my jeans, pull em down to my thighs and plop myself on the toilet. Instantly a sloppy turd slides out and makes a loud PLFFLOPP! into the bowl. I could tell this was gonna he one of those diarrhea-y, yet mushy, yet firm, bowel movements. I take my mask off to breathe, it's gets hot under there plus I tend to take a liking to my own BM's despite them being pungent. I'm already stinking up my stall quite a bit as more yucky mush slides out of my butthole. They just PLFOPPLFOPPLFOP away for at least 10 minutes, I mean it was almost never ending. I then release some soft gas onto the toilet which was then followed by more turds, this time smaller and meatier, still awfully messy though. Judging by the texture and SMELL of the poop I knew I had just released nothing but cheesesteak into that bowl. It was a meaty, beefy odor that was just too strong for words. I had also gotten a little bit of "butt goo" on the back of the toilet seat. I then got up for a minute to see the catastrophe I had caused, the toilet was filled with a brown, gross, stinky mess. It was appalling. Right then someone just HAD to walk on the bathroom. As soon as I heard that door open I was like "oh whoever this doesn't know what they got themselves into." Indeed she didn't. As soon as this woman walked in I heard an "Ughhh" followed by a "My God". She quickly washed her hands and immediately exited what had now become my stink lair. I didn't even hear paper towels rolling or the dryer go off. I don't mind reactions of disgust to my bomb droppings. I'm more than likely never going to see those people again and they're not wrong in their display of dislike. I do however prefer to poop in peace. As I sit down making sure I got everything out, my butt was feeling very..uh shall we say "swampy". I think the messiness of the poop combined with the sweat from those poop urges created quite the swampy feeling indeed. I needed to wipe and wipe GOOD. As I clean up, I take in more of my repugnant stink. I stunk that small bathroom real bad and I was about ready to leave, it was getting really hot as well. After my 6 wipes I got up, pulled up my jeans(with no panties on this was not the slightest bit comfortable). I flushed btw, forgot to mention it in my previous story, don't wanna make it seem like I dont't flush lol. Grab my things and walk out of the stall. Once I walked out, I happened to walk in to the "west wing" of my stink lair. The whole bathroom just smelled horrible. Can't quite put it into words but it was just that toilet-y, meaty, diarrhea-y smell. I had enough of my stink so I went ahead put my mask back on. As I was washing my hands, another person came into the bathroom. I'm not embarrassed even though I heard an "mmmm" of displeasure from under her mask. The poor thing goes into the stall I just bombed. Felt bad for her but what I felt even more of was absolute relief. I was able to finish my shopping and picked up those ???? enchiladas I like, thankfully they didn't wreck much of a havoc on my stomach.

Wow, that wasn't short at all lol. What can I say, I've been wanting to do this for awhile, guess I just had a lot to say. Hope you all enjoy the tidbits of my poop calendar without getting too grossed out. But anyways, I'm off for now but I hope to return real soon. Have a wonderful day everyone!


Enema Use

Well, sometime ago I read here that you can use soap as an enema. At first, I didn't knew how, but I stored that knowledge. Ok, so I was constipated since friday, and I was starting to get desperate; I just wanted all out. So yesterday at midnight, I remembered that post, so I grabbed my soap and I cut a little. I introduced it where it goes and I sat in my bed to wait. I started to read at google that an ideal enema was water and soap, so I got worried that something bad happened to me.
I got gassy 15 minutes later, but nothing more.
Today I woke up with A HUGE URGE and went to the bathroom to gave birth a solid and very comfortable poop.


Replies and story

Jen- omg I'm so sorry you had such a bad experience having an accident. I went back and re read that first story and it sounded horrifying, I definitely would have hated to go in my pants at a family function like that. I'm sorry the accident in the grocery store brought up embarrassing memories and future worries! I'm sure you'll be ok, but if not, don't worry too much about it. I guess I have to say that since it happens to me all the time!

Catherine- my favorite thing about pooping is definitely the relief. You go from feeling all uncomfortable and bloaty and crampy, and as you let it all go it just feels so good. Sometimes when I go when I've been holding a while, my eyes tear up a little from the relief. Happy Birthday!!! <3

I was trying to think of some stories from my past that are unique or interesting and not just the typical pants accident in the car heading home from work, and I remembered one that was very close to a major disaster after I read Kristen's story about her friend sharting in her bed. I slept at a girl friend's house one night, and i was pretty shy. We didn't know each other long but had that spark so there i was at her place. Anyway I was too shy to go poop during the evening so I held it in, and when I woke up in the morning, I really needed to go. The problem was I was still too shy to use her bathroom to poop and I knew if I got up and tried to get ready and leave I would probably not make it out the door without an accident happening. But the one thing on my side was that she was about to leave for work. So I just made small talk with her as she got ready and I laid in bed, acting casual but really squeezing my butt together and concentrating on not exploding in my underwear. I knew if I could just hold it in until she walked out the door I'd be OK and could rush to the bathroom and relieve myself. So I kept on clenching as she finished up grabbing her things and was about to head out the door, when suddenly without warning I ripped a loud wet fart by accident. I couldn't help but laugh out of awkward embarrassment, and I just said "sorry I'm gassy in the morning it just slipped out", but little did she know it was about to get a whole lot worse. She just laughed at me and started to turn towards the door, and that's when I cramped up bad...I tried to ride it out, but it was no use. I was still sitting in her bed when a soft load started to quickly slide into my undies and fill them up. The relief felt incredible, but the panic was real that I was pooping my underwear in her bed. I tried as hard as I could to stop the flow, and I finally got myself under control after majorly messing myself, and I just felt this hot damp mass pressing against my butt as I watched her finally walk out the door, oblivious to what I had just done. I just prayed that everything stayed in my underwear and I wasn't going to get up and find poop all over her sheets. I carefully climbed out of bed, took a deep breath and looked, and THANKFULLY I didn't get any poop on the sheets, it all stayed caked in my underwear. I sighed with relief and while I felt flustered and still a little panicked, I was glad she didn't notice and just walked out the door when I had an accident, and that nothing got on the bed. I don't even know how i would have begun to explain myself if she was still standing there and noticed that i had just pooped myself in her bed! Anyway, I started to relax and wound up taking a long, hot relaxing shower during the clean up. I lit a couple candles to get rid of the smell in the bedroom and I left her place with no evidence that I pooped in her bed! That could have been an all time embarrassing moment if it had happened just a minute or two sooner.

Until next time!


More accidents

Hello, my name is Deb. It's been a while since my last post which is good because it means that I've been accident free for a while now. This all came to and end last week....

As I have mentioned before, I work as a receptionist at a business office centre. Last week we had to help our biggest client with a three day seminar that they were holding. So we had to pretty much run the whole thing for them. They also wanted us to stand up in front of their clients and say a few words about what each of us does.

The first day was Tuesday, which is when I had my first accident. It was in the afternoon right before a break at around 2pm. The lunch we had wasn't agreeing with me and I was cramping up really badly. I knew that I had to get to the ladies room to have diarrhea but I was on the opposite side of the room to where the door was and I couldn't just leave without interrupting the session. So I held on as much as I could. The pressure just became too much and I was letting gas out every few minutes. Finally the break came and everyone got up and slowly exited the room. I was trying to get out as quickly as I could, while keeping my butt cheeks clenched. But I just couldn't hold on. The pressure in my bowels was just too much and I started pooping diarrhea in my grey hipster panties. I kept going in my pants as I shuffled out of the room. I finally got to the ladies room but had to wait a few minutes until a stall opened up. By the time I got into a stall, my panties were filled and the diarrhea was leaking out of the leg holes. I cleaned up as much as I could in the 15 minutes we had. The mess had started leaking through my pants so I wrapped my sweater around my waist for the rest of the day. Towards the end of the day I started feeling sick again. As we were cleaning up and getting ready for the next day, I pooped my pants again. My car ride home was terrible because I was still letting out more diarrhea in my panties. I got home and had a shower to get cleaned up properly.

I talked to my husband about what happened and he suggested that I wear a pair of Depends for the next day, so that's what I did.

Wednesday came and I was still feeling off. This time the diarrhea happened in the morning and I completely pooped in my Depends. It was a really wet and mushy load. I had a pair of panties in my bag so cleaned up and changed into them. I actually started feeling better, but then my period started. I had a regular Always pad so I put it on.

I woke up on Thursday morning and my period was very heavy. I put on an Extra Heavy Overnight ultra thin pad and packed a few more with me. Unfortunately I bled through my pants at the back, leaving a noticeable stain on my bum. Once again I had to wrap my sweater around my waist for the day.

That's all for now.

Thank you,


To Abbie - Advice

To Abbie: great to see you posting again. Always good stories. Your poos sound massive. But your situation is concerning, think you need to look at your diet, eat more fibre. That should soften your poo and you won't be straining. Good luck!

Monday, October 12, 2020


Fear accidents

Hi everyone. I hope you all are doing well.

I don't know why, but my poops have been smelling terrible lately. I haven't changed my diet or anything like that, so I don't know what could be causing it. Everyone's used to the smell of their own "fumes," but mine are really bad. My butt is like a biological weapon haha. Tonight I had just finished taking a big dump and my dad just so happened to be walking by when I was coming out the bathroom. He caught a whiff and told me to open the window and spray some air freshener and asked me if I was feeling alright. I have IBS so he's used to me stinking up the place, but this time it was super bad. I think I got IBS from my mom. He once told me that s had really bad gas when she was pregnant with me. So bad that one time she farted in his car with the windows rolled up and it stunk so bad that that he literally got dizzy and the smell lingered for hours. I never knew my mom. She left like a year after I was born. She couldn't handle being a mom at such a young age and started doing drugs or something. They were really young. Both my mom and dad were 15 years old when they had me. My dad actually has a birthday coming up. He'll be turning 30. It's always funny when people think that he's my brother. He said that PTO meetings used to be so awkward because I had a lot of the same teachers he did and he was so much younger than everyone else and he got a lot of awkward looks lol. One time when I was in the first grade he chaperoned one of my field trips and someone thought he was a high school student haha

Anyways, I wanted to reply to Charlotte about fear accidents. It's never happened to me, but it has happened to people that I know.

The first time it happened was like 2 years ago to my friend's older sister. She was 19 at the time. I was hanging out with my friend at his house when his sister came home from work. He saw her car pull in the driveway and he told me that he was going to wait by the door and scream and grab her when she came in. I saw her quickly get out her car and hurry to the front door. She unlocked the front door and when she opened it and stepped inside my friend grabbed her arm and yelled. She screamed and gasped. She was super desperate to pee and she accidentally wet her pants. She was so mad at him and cursed at him a lot and he laughed. She shoved him out the way and stormed upstairs. She was mad at him the rest of the day, but she later thought it was pretty funny.

This other story is really sad an I don't want to go into too much detail, but one of my friends had a dad who was really abusive towards her and her mom. She told me that one time he was screaming at her and she was backed up against the wall and he punched a hole in the wall right by her head and she got so scared that she both pooped and peed in her pants. Her and her mom are doing much better now. Her dad is no longer a threat to her or her mom.

Anyways, that's all for now. I look forward to reading more posts! Have an awesome day!!!

Tyler C
Hey, I'm back again! I didn't mean to take another month off posting, but that's life for you. My last post was on 2838 for those that don't remember. In it, I talked about my long history of using my swim trunks as a urinal whenever I go swimming, be it at a beach, a waterpark, a pool, or wherever. I also teased a situation that happened to me towards the end of the summer. I'll tell that now.

Like a lot of people here, I've been avoiding public restrooms at all costs during this pandemic. And believe me, there definitely have been some costs, as you'll see. I had to cancel a lot of plans I had this summer, particularly those that involved my friends, but luckily my family was able to pull off our annual trip to the beach. My parents were hesitant to go anywhere in fear of the virus. We took an RV with its own toilet so that we wouldn't have to use public toilets. This turned out to work pretty well. There weren't many places that we went where we ended up walking far from the RV. That is, except for the beach. We had found out earlier in the day that my uncle and his family was vacationing in the area too, so we coordinated and went to the beach at the same. Because of the pandemic, we decided not to go to the usual heavily populated beach that we normally go to. Instead, we went to this slightly less popular national park where you have to walk a small (about half a mile) boardwalk trail through the woods to get to the beach from the parking lot.

When we got to the beach, we were able to find a spot that was a reasonable distance from everyone else. My parents and my Aunt and Uncle mostly just laid on the beach. I got into the water and played in the waves with my two cousins. Aiden is 12, and Krista just had her 15th birthday not too long before the trip. Aiden is a little under 5 feet tall with brownish-blond hair. Krista is several inches taller with similar colored hair, although she had some bright blonde highlights. My uncle lives farther away than most of my extended family, so I usually don't get to see them as often. So, this was basically the first time I got to spend an extended period of time with them outside of boring family reunions.

We got out of the water after a bit and started walking the beach. We talked about a number of things. We talked a lot about how much the lockdown sucks. Eventually, Krista said she had to use the bathroom. Aiden chimed in that he needed to go too, so we started walking to the top of the beach where the port-o-potties are. I had actually needed to go too, but I was still against the idea of using public toilets during the pandemic. Apparently, the owners of the beach had the same idea because when we got there, they were all closed because of Covid-19. Krista was really disappointed.
"This sucks. Now what?" She said.
"I've got an idea!" Aiden said.
"Watch carefully."
Aiden stood shoulder width apart, put his hands on his hips, and looked down at his blue floral swim trunks as the front of his crotch started to glisten. The glistening spread from his crotch down and his legs. Krista and I watched as liquid began draining out of his leg holes splattering onto the sand beneath his feet while also rinsing off some of the sand on his legs. I was somewhat shocked about his lack of shyness, but then again, there weren't that many people on this beach. I might have been inclined to join him, but I was afraid if I let myself go that way, I might let myself go the other way. That's right. I was had to go from both ends.
"Gross!" said Krista.
"Well, what else are you gonna do? You can just do it in the water, no one will notice."
"I can't!"
"Why not? Nobody will know except for us."
"No, it's just that I don't have to pee... I have to poop."
I felt somewhat comforted in the fact that Krista and I were now in the same boat. I suggested that we would just have to walk back to my parents' RV. We walked back to our parents to tell them the situation and got some towels to dry off with and the keys to the RV. Aiden decided to wait at the beach and play in the sand while Krista and I headed to the RV.

We talked a little bit as we walked the trail. Eventually, I told her that I needed to go too. She said "Okay, but I'm going first. I agreed. I tried to keep talking to her to keep her mind off of it, but she got quiet after a bit. I could tell she was getting desperate, and seeing her get desperate definitely wasn't helping me. I didn't want to show how desperate I was though. For starters, I'm already a little secretive about bathroom matters, and being several years older than her only would make doing the potty dance in front of her more embarrassing. We got about halfway through the trail when she told me that she couldn't hold it much more. She was wearing a two-piece, light pink swimsuit with high waist bikini bottoms, the kind that show off a lot of her hips and don't completely cover her butt cheeks, so I can see why she really didn't want to have an accident in them because it would show really bad. She said she was just going to poop in the woods. I asked her what she was going to wipe with, but she didn't seem to care anymore. She had something in her that just needed to come out, and I could sympathize.

We couldn't get too far from the trail because this area had a lot of swampy marsh land and we didn't want to walk in that, so she just squatted down in this bush that didn't give her a lot of cover. I stood with my back to her watching to make sure no one was nearby. Just as I started hearing the crackling of her poop coming out, I saw a family of four round the corner. I told her that people were coming, so she stopped mid-poop and walked back to the boardwalk trail. She told me she wasn't finished and she fidgeting the whole time we stood there. We stood there trying to act normal as the family walked by. After they passed us, I said,
"Okay, they're gone. You can finish going to the bathroom."
"No, I can't."
"Sure you can. Why can't you?"
"Because I... already kind of... finished going just now."
I was confused. "You don't mean...?" Just then, my nose clued me in to what had just happened in front of me. Without making eye contact with me, she slowly, reluctantly turned around. I stared at her butt. Like I said, her swimsuit was high rising and didn't cover her whole butt, but luckily her mess didn't leak out the sides. There was a pretty decently sized lump, though. She asked me if it was noticeable. I just said a little bit. She ran back to the bush and dumped it out. It seemed semi solid, but there still was a bit of a stain on her bikini bottoms that she was upset about. I gave her one the towels I was carrying, so she could wrap it around herself. I told her she could get cleaned up better at the RV.

We kept walking to the RV, and I was on the verge of a humiliating accident myself. She still seemed pretty uncomfortable and embarrassed about pooping her swimsuit in front of me. I told her that it was okay, but she wouldn't accept that. Nothing I said seemed to make her feel better, so I decided there was only one thing I could do.
"Look, I'll prove to you that going in your pants is not a big deal"
"How are you gonna do that?"
"Watch carefully."
Owing inspiration to Aiden's little demonstration a little while earlier, I stood in front of her just released my bladder. It made the front of my brown swimsuit glisten just like Aiden's. The pee ran down my leg onto the boardwalk making a fairly wet puddle beneath me. Krista, unimpressed by my display, said "That's not the same!" I said, "Wait, there's more. You didn't let me finish." While still peeing, I turned around, put my hands on my hips and bent my knees slightly. I pushed a huge log out of my butthole and into the mesh netting of my swim trunks. After that, my pee started dying down, but my poop was just getting started. Another couple of logs came out. I turned back to her as the final log settled into my netting and said, "Well, I think you get the idea." She was just standing there, stunned, with her mouth hanging wide open.
"I can't believe you just did that!"
"So, do you still think what you did was bad?"
"I guess not compared to that."
I dumped out my load in a bush (the netting made it pretty easy) and wrapped myself in my towel, and we continued on.

As we were walking back I couldn't believe I worked up the nerve to do what I just did. I guess my sympathy outweighed my bathroom shyness, but I was probably gonna have an accident anyway, so I might as well had turned it into a display of sympathy. It's funny that earlier, as the oldest, I was too embarrassed to even announce that I had to go to the bathroom and I ended up doing much more in my swimsuit than either Krista or Aiden. When we got back to the RV, we both did our best to clean out our butts and swimsuits the best that we could, and I rinsed my legs. Krista was able to scrub most of her poop stain out of her bikini to the point that you really couldn't tell.

On the way back to the beach, she was much happier and we even started laughing about the whole situation. We both agreed not to tell anyone. So, I guess the lack of toilets due to the pandemic actually led to a bit of a bonding experience that wouldn't have happened otherwise.


Comments and story

Hey guys and gals. Sorry I've been away a while, I've been busy.

Claire - welcome, and don't feel bad or worry. You are not alone. As Catherine and Shannon have already pointed out there are more than a few of us here who have been in similar situations and found that we enjoyed the feel of a solid poop accident - myself included! You can search back for my stories, they started a few months ago maybe.

Speaking of stories, how do my fellow solid poop accident enjoying friends (we need a shorter name - SPAS "Solid Poop Accident Sisters"? haha) feel about pee accidents? I've had some of those as well and don't enjoy them the same. The relief can be similar, but I'm more embarrassed by those for some reason, maybe because they are more visible or maybe they are more common so not as thrilling?

I remember my junior year of college I was working retail at a store named after a TV channel. It was a late Saturday night and I was there with just my manager at that point, who was an early thirties woman who happened to be pregnant. She was still early on and facing morning sickness (which can of course be all day) and other pregnancy related issues so this particular evening she wound up in the store bathroom for quite a while. This left me alone at the register and with nowhere to go pee. I had already been holding quite a while anyway, but now with nowhere to go it was getting worse. I rang up customers as best I could trying to act normal but I couldn't help but wiggle a little, shift from side to side, cross my legs, etc.

Eventually I was ringing up a customer and all my tricks failed me and a spurt of pee escaped and I could feel my panties get damp in the middle. I felt my face flush red and my heart started beating faster. I tried to keep acting normal and keep ringing them up. Another spurt escaped and my crotch got wetter and I felt a trickle down my thigh. (Luckily the counter was high enough to block me from the waist down and our uniform required black pants anyway.) I crossed my legs harder and shifted a little. The lady I was ringing up looked at me a little funny and asked if I was ok. I said yes and avoided eye contact.

I had to wrap up one of her items in paper to protect it and started doing that and a bigger stream came out for a full second or two, spreading wetness all over my crotch and upper thighs and more trickles down my legs. I must have made a noise or face or something. The lady asked me again if I was ok. I mumbled, uh huh. She asked if I needed help or anything. I said no. I kept wrapping her item, but a moment later my body decided it had enough and the pee started pouring out full force. I stood still for a moment and I could swear I could hear it hissing into my panties and jeans as it flooded down my legs into my shoes. I must have spaced out for a moment. The lady asked again if I needed help. I kept avoiding her eyes and shook my head but didn't answer as my bladder kept emptying itself into my jeans on the other side of the counter from her. I put her wrapped item in a bag and took her credit card and finished the transaction. I gave her card and receipt and thanked her for shopping with us without looking her in the eye. She said thanks and I hope you feel better. That made me turn even more red.

No other customers were in the store. I wiped up the puddle from the floor with paper towels we used for cleaning. I still had to stand there in my wet jeans for a while until the manager finally came out a little later. I hoped she wouldn't notice anything but I guess the light was hitting me just right and she saw my butt was soaked from the middle down and asked if I was ok. I had to explain what happened. She apologized for taking the bathroom so long being sick and made me promise to interrupt next time (hopefully not!). She let me leave early (only 30 minutes) and closed down by herself.

That was by far my most embarrassing accident, I think.



Curiosity at the Park

This happened seven years ago when I was 11 and Piper, a school friend from my neighborhood was 12. We were bored on a hot summer day, laying out on wooden picnic tables at the park at about 9 in the morning waiting for a few other friends to get there for bikeriding, basketball and swimming, after we'd go home for lunch. Piper had just started drinking coffee and she referred to it as an instant laxative. I knew my parents drank a lot of it. I stole a couple of sips from my mom's cup one morning while she left the kitchen. I almost had to spit it out, it tasted like mud.

Suddenly Piper, who was the most athletic of our group and now is on a college basketball scholarship, quickly got up and hurried to the nearby toilets. I could hear a metal door slam, a seat drop, Piper's butt thumping on the seat and then about a 15 second fart blast that probably scared the birds. Then she called my name twice. I was a little lazy in getting up, but when she cursed my name I moved a little faster. I stopped at the entrance and she cursed me again. I walked up to her and other than seeing my mom on a toilet once, I could tell this was going to be an experience. Going into middle school that fall, Piper was one of the largest girls in our class. She was seated on the toilet, jean shorts and underwear around her shoes, with a legs spread in a v-position. No modesty. Dumb as I was, I was hesitant to come too close to her, although my eyes were getting a workout.

There were two toilet paper holders bolted to the wall to her right.
Just then she asked if I saw the problem. I was dumb, so hesitant to speak because I could see she was getting bit angry. There was a drain into the toilet between her legs and I guess she was having diarrhea. She halfway laughed, called me a "dumb s###" and said she was pissing out her coffee. "I've taken a crap and there's no toilet paper," she said as I gave up on what pissed her off. On the other side of the cubicle panel there was another toilet, but also no toilet paper. My eyes were on Piper and the last thing I wanted to think about was how to solve the problem. She stood for a few seconds, used her hand to direct my attention into one very full bowl with large pieces of crap looking like they were replacing the water. Then Piper re-seated herself and said it seemed like her butt was sticking to the f###### seat.

That's when I finally came up with my only idea. I would check next door in the guys bathroom for toilet paper. I didn't realize it at the time, but she lobbed some sarcasm my way. A couple of minutes later I came back with a strip of toilet paper in each of my hands. She stood, bringing the seat stuck to her butt up two to three inches before it thudded back down. Then I handed her the toilet paper. Within 10 to 15 seconds he had easily used both strips and their was a ton of crap on each. The soft, smeary type. So I went back to the boys room and largely got a mitt around my hand and pulled off the little remaining paper too. Her wiping and the theatrics she used were fascinating and with some almost scrubbing on her hole, she slowly cleaned herself with every approval my eyes would give her. Then she sat back down, did a bit more of her pee, did another fast wipe and reached back and flushed. Piper had so much grace in her movement.

Later that summer, a week or two before middle school started, she said she wanted to see what "expertise" I had to show off. I didn't even know what that word meant and I asked this high school boy who my parents paid to cut their grass. I didn't tell him anything about what was happening, and that was probably a good decision. I'll write about that in a future post, if you guys are interested.

Optional Dev

Catherine responce

Catherine, Happy almost 40th birthday!!

and to your question about my favorite thing about doing the doo as you like to call it.

Well as you will have seen by the time this posts, my poops are rather not impressive.

but truthfully it is when you see corn, blueberries or anything else in the poop. It is just so cool to see that. To show the process of life, another circle of life.

And you know me from posts from before, i also happen to love the smell.

I suppose those are my favorite things about it.

happy pooping everyone

I Like To Shit

Yesterday was day four without having a shit so I decided to have a go. I dropped my shorts and white knickers and sat on the toilet. Normally this starts things off but I had to push this time, three large pieces dropped out slowly and all were dry, one TP wipe proved clean, so got dressed and had to flush three times to get rid of it all.No skid marks.

Wednesday, October 07, 2020


To Bianca

To answer your response, no my parents never introduced it to me. I just kinda started doing it and it wasn't until i was in my teens when I started doing it regularly and since my mid 20s I've been doing it almost every day. It's very rare that I dont per outside at least once daily. I dont feel complete until I have. I just kinda guessed and figured "well if I sit down on the potty, what would happen if I squatted?" Well, I found out.

I wrote a couple months ago a story about a time when I got an upset stomach while driving to my in laws house, which resulted in me badly messing my pants in their bathroom before I could make it to the toilet. It was hands down the most embarrassing moment of my life and I hoped it would never happen again... well I'm back to report that, while it was no where near as humiliating, the other day I accidentally pooped in my pants again. There isn't a lot to it- I needed to go for a while during work, then on the way home I got a strong cramp and realized I had to stop somewhere because I wouldn't make it home. I pulled over into a shopping center and went into the grocery store, and i started going as fast as I could towards the back of the dairy asile where the bathrooms were. Except my stomach hurt so much that I was sort of hobbling and couldn't go that fast. I only got about halfway down the dairy aisle before it was too late... an urge to push just overtook me and I filled up my leggings in the middle of the grocery store. It felt like hot soft serve just churned out of me. I felt my face and chest flush red and I scurried on towards the bathroom. I got in a stall and emptied my underwear into the toilet then spent ages wiping myself off. It was a disaster! My only saving grace was that I had wet wipes in my purse that I used to get more clean after I got the most of the mess off with tp. Anyway i buried my soiled undies in my purse, pulled my leggings up and got the hell out of there with no one the wiser. Even still, It gave me flashbacks to my other accident and gives me fear of having another one in the future.




Hey Victoria,

I love your stories! from your old posts on the site, I read that you were spanked by your parents as a kid. I kind of want to ask why did they spank you? Were they super strict about things? I feel really sorry that you had to go thru this! What age were you when they spanked you? And what did you do to trigger the spanking? How many times do they usually spank you and did it hurt much? Is it usually your mom or dad that is spanking you?

And I read the you have an IUD inserted and you no longer have periods, good for you! Can you please fill me in on how in the past, your periods were so disruptive to your pooping? What happened? Any stories about that?

And did your periods also hurt a lot before you got the IUD? How?
How long did you have to wait after you had the IUD put in to feel better? Was the process of putting it in really painful? My friend is going through similar situation and I kind of want to ask you for advice so I can help her through her struggles. Thanks!!


Fear accidents

Hi! I'm really curious about fear related accidents, like when something scares you so bad you pee or poop.
It's not something that's ever happened to me personally (I've only had 2 adult pooping accidents one food poisoning related and one tequila related which I'll post about soon) but still fear accidents fascinate me the most. Does anyone with experience having fear accidents have any stories they'd like to share?


To New Poster Claire

Hi Claire,

You've come to the right place! First of all I'm sorry that you have that experience about using the bathroom in public and how it affects your bowel movements. I can't even imagine going days without using the toilet. I need to at least once a day and once I feel the urge there is no holding it for more than a couple hours on a good day, so i don't typically experience constipation like you described. I'm sorry you deal with that too. When you started to poop your pants on the bus (i can highly relate by the way- I often poop myself while traveling home and have done so in public transportation before) I can only imagine that, despite the discomfort, there was also immense relief? After not going for days and being constipated i figure it would be. Anyway, you asked if others felt the same way as you do about having an accident, and the short answer is yes. There are a few of us here who have an on going dialogue about that sort of thing. I'm sure the others such as Catherine and Trina will chime in and reply to your post too. I am very accident prone, I'm also 31 and I poop my pants way too much for someone of my age and health, but the good part about it is that, like you, I do find it to be enjoyable in a way if the circumstances are right, especially when it is a solid accident- and it sounds like yours was a major solid accident! I have mostly soft accidents but I enjoy those too as long as no one sees it happen, thankfully i don't have too many wet ones, those kind aren't enjoyable at all.

I wish i knew how better to control the consistency of my poop. I mean I think I know how to make it softer but I'm curious how to make a more solid poop? I figure the answer would be to prolong going but I really can't. If I just wait to go i'll eventually just lose control and go in my pants of course. I hope that next time I can tell my poop is going to be solid that I can maybe perhaps avoid the toilet for a while and see what happens! I know that's naughty but I really wouldn't mind a nice solid accident about now after reading your story haha!

Anyway I hope you keep posting and let us know what happens next! I started posting on page 2815 so if you want to look back at my stories you can start there and read back to now.




Outhouse poop with Jennifer

I've mentioned before that Jennifer has a little outdoors toilet and with Autumn how here I wanted to use it again this year before it gets too cold. With today reaching a high of 16 c I decided to make the most of it. I mentioned it to Jennifer and she said she would use it too, but under one simple condition. I went first. Fair enough!

We went to the toilet at the end of her garden and I propped the door open with a brick before pulling down my jeans and thong to my calves and positioning myself over the cutout in the wooden bench. This is by far my favourite place to poop and I was so excited to do it again. I felt exposed which gave me a little thrill while at the same time I knew I actually had total privacy.

We quietly talked while I waited for my poop and it wasn't long before my backdoor domed and I was gently stretched open. It felt fantastic to just relax and enjoy the experience, nonchalantly talking while it slowly slid out of me, but I must admit I was a little distracted from the conversation! It broke off with a dull thud and I stayed open as the remainder continued to come out, feeling the weight before it too broke off and I pushed out a small, third piece. I got myself some toilet paper and started peeing, Jennifer smiling as she heard the quiet patter of wee on dirt and once I was done I started cleaning up. I only needed a couple of wipes and then we swapped places.

Jennifer reached underneath her skirt and a pair of panties appeared at her knees as she sat down. She wriggled about a little to get comfortable and then I heard a loud hissing as she started peeing, her stream always seems to shoot forward and it was hitting the front of the wooden box she was sat on. Her wee went for quite a while and then she adopted her pooping position; looking straight ahead with her hands resting on top of her legs. I heard a faint wet crackling as she bit her lip so it was clear she was pooping and a few seconds later a quiet thud confirmed my suspicions. "I feel much better already" She said with a smile and shortly after there was another thud. Her facial expression changed as she pushed, seeing if there was any more but only produced some gas before wiping. She reached behind to wipe each time, needing a few pieces and then she pulled the lever to "flush" She pulled up her underwear and we went back into the house with big smiles on our faces.


To Taylor

Taylor: I thought what you did for Katie was really compassionate. Who knows how many days she held in her poop because she was ashamed to go at work. It usually just takes one or two public bowel movements to let us know that it is OK to use a public restroom for that purpose. Taylor, glad you are who you are!




Why Doo You Like Pooping???

Hi there!

Today, when I read the forum it took me within a couple of pages of a post that I made on my 30th birthday. That was ten years ago! I will be 40 on the 22nd of this month. I can't believe that I've been posting on this forum for nearly eleven years (with some starts and stops, and more or less frequency!).

However, I wonder if you would, share with me your favorite things about doing the doo!

It would be a great birthday greeting!




Another survey

1. Physical description of yourself: 16 years old (17 in December), 5'10'' and 140 pounds. Long darkish-blond hair with hazel eyes. I'm one quarter Japanese from my mom's side, and German/Dutch/Austrian from my dad. Fairly large butt, and I'm very self-conscious of my chest because I developed early.

2. How long does it take you to pee? Generally between 15 to 25 seconds. It depends on how badly I need to pee.

3. How long does it take you to poo? Generally between ten to fifteen minutes. I don't rush it-if the BM is quite large (and mine usually are), it can take up to twenty minutes.

4. What things make you poo? Food, I guess? lol. I have a healthy diet-I rarely have sweets and I avoid soda entirely because it makes me too gassy. Same for most dairy products. I've noticed an abundance of grains, like rice, will produce large and robust turds.

5. What things make you pee? Coffee tends to go right through me, along with cranberry juice and orange juice.

6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)? Always.

7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)? Always.

8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? Just wondering

9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why?
Briefs. They're just a better fit for me, thongs tend to be uncomfortable.

1. How often do you fart? Not much during the day, but I rip a lot of beefy ones in bed.

2. Do your farts tend to be noisy or silent? Quite noisy. I usually can't muffle them, no matter how tight I clench my cheeks.

3. Do your farts smell? Usually. I eat a lot of vegetables, and I've noticed they stink the worst after eating anything like broccoli or cabbage.

4. Have you every accidently farted out loud in a situation that it was not appropriate?
In assemblies at school-everyone would laugh, though they never seemed to figure out it was me who farted.

5. Have you ever accidently farted a silent but deadly in a situation that was not appropriate? Nothing comes to mind, no.

6. When you are alone, how do you manage to handle an attack of smelly gas? Do you leave the room and go to the restroom? Light a candle? Or, just let it rip?
I just let it rip, if I'm alone. I'll open a window before my mom or dad or sister gets home.

7. When you have a case of gas that causes loud farts, but relatively little to no smell, how do you handle that when you are with others? Do you excuse yourself to the restroom? Do you step outside or away from the group? When you are alone, how do you handle it?
If I'm alone, I just fart. If I'm with others, I'll go to the restroom and just say I need to pee.

8. Do you ever take medicine to ease gas? I've never had to, no.

9. Do you ever do anything naughty when you fart? (Sometimes I will sit on a hard chair or stool and force the fart out to see how loud I can do it. Others might fart in people's faces or something. What do you do?) My sister and I would sometimes turn on a small fan, and one of us would fart right in front of it as the other sat opposite from the fan.

10. Do you enjoy farting? Immensely. It's like the relief I get from taking a big shit.

11. Have you ever farted but blamed someone else? No.

12. Has farting ever made you cry or blush? No, but it's made me laugh.

13. Women, when peeing, do you fart? Sometimes.

14. When peeing in a public restroom, and you have to fart, do you just let it rip, or do you try to hold it and still empty your bladder? Let it rip. Sometimes I'll even lift my ass off the toilet so others can hear it.

15. Do you fart when you poop or diarrhea? All the time.

16. Has anyone ever shamed you for farting? My friends hate it if I blast one close to them, especially in a car or other enclosed space.

17. Have you shamed someone else for farting? Never.

18. Is there anything else that you would like to say about farting? It's one of life's most underrated pleasures.

Optional Dev

Rambling about why my poop is strange.

I've found something interesting about observing the women and men that post here. that there is a sensation when they poop. the hole, when stuff comes out there is often a strong feeling and pressure. I'm not sure if i don't eat enough fiber or if i am just strange, but mine never often feel that way.

often when i poop if i do feel pressure like it would be big, then it is small. if i feel it is small, it is big.

Catherine is right, it is mostly an innocent curiosity, that i believe just turns into beautiful intimacy, like her and alan have if all plays out right.

Often times too, my poop will slide out in a minute. one log, or one pile of mush.

The funny thing is that it does not smell much either.

I think what surprises me most is that i am a picky eater, but i do eat some homemade food and cereal and fruit.

So you would think my poop would smell and at least be explosive.

What i noticed was going from college where i ate worse back to home was nice. at college my poops were small and univentful and now i am back to one nice log.

Does anyone else here have disappointingly fast poops with not as much sensation as they would like?

my favorite posters are Arianna, Catherine and taylor T. And i think a girl named Rochelle that hasnt posted in forever.

i lurk all the time here as i always have since i was 6 years old.


Ashley's bathroom/handwashing survey

Hiya everybody!!! Its shanna here. I saw Ashley posted a new survey of hers and it looked fun so here goes! (i think everything at the end are the answer choices)

My survey answers:

Age: 26 years old
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130 lbs
Physical build: Slim
Ethnicity: White
Which type of underwear do you usually wear? Briefs/"granny panties" so none of the choices at the bottom

How long does your pee usually last? 30 sec - 1 min
How many times a day do you usually pee? 6-8 probs
What times of the day do you pee? Its always random but always when i wake up and before bedtime
Do you wash your hands after peeing at home? Its embarrassing to admit but almost never
Do you wash your hands after pooping at home? Always, my hands feel too germy and uncomfortable after poops

What other places where you don't wash your hands? Anywhere really, just for pee

After you're done flushing and before leaving the bathroom, what do you usually do? (select all that apply)
1. Nothing - I head straight out
2. Touch up hair before leaving
4. Adjusting clothes

Reason(s) why you don't wash your hands after peeing (select all that apply):
1. In a hurry
2. Don't feel dirty
5. Pee is sterile
6. I don't wash my hands when I'm at home
7. I forget
8. My other friends don't
9. Other (please specify)


How many times a day do you usually poop? If i have to say as an average, 3x a day, sometimes way more and some days not at all

For those who don't wash your hands after you pee, do you wash your hands after you poop? I do every time

If you don't wash your hands after you poop, what are the reasons why? N/a

Do you let your boyfriend watch you pee? No boyfriend but id let him watch if i had one
Do you let your boyfriend watch you poop? See above

2. Physical description of yourself (height, weight, hair color, body type, race/ethnicity)? 5'8", 130 lbs, red strawberry hair, slim, white

4. What things make you poop? coffee, any food, IBS, emotions (nerves or being scared), waking up, etc
5. What things make you pee? any drinks

Great to read from everyone!!!
-Shanna <3

1. 15-18
2. 19-21
3. 22-24
4. 25-30
5. 31-35

a. 5'0" - 5'4"
b. 5'5" - 5'7"
c. 5'8" - 5'10"
d. 5'11" - 6'0"
e. Over 6'0"

a. 90 - 95 lb
b. 96 - 100 lb
c. 101 - 115 lb
d. 116 - 125 lb
e. 126 - 135 lb
f. 136 - 145 lb
g. Over 145 lb

Physical build
a. Slim
b. Athletic
c. Curvy
d. A few extra pounds

a. White
b. Black
c. Latin/Hispanic
d. Asian
e. Mixed

Which type of underwear do you usually wear?
a. Thongs
b. G-strings
c. Bikini
d. Boyshorts
e. None - Commando

How long does your pee usually last?
a. 10-19 seconds
b. 20-30 seconds
c. 31-45 seconds
d. 46-60 seconds
e. Over a minute long

How many times a day do you usually pee?
a. 1x a day
b. 2x a day
c. 3x a day
d. 4x a day
e. 5x a day

What times of the day do you pee?
a. After I wake up
b. After breakfast
c. Before lunch
d. Late afternoon
e. Before I leave school/work
f. At home after coming back from school/work
g. Before shower
h. Before dinner
i. Other

At Home

Do you wash your hands after peeing at home?
1. Yes
2. No

Do you wash your hands after pooping at home?
1. Yes
2. No

What other places where you don't wash your hands?
1. Public Bathrooms
2. Restaurants
3. High school
4. College/university
5. Bars/clubs
6. Other

After you're done flushing and before leaving the bathroom, what do you usually do?
1. Nothing - I head straight out
2. Touch up hair before leaving
3. Touch up make up
4. Adjusting clothes
5. Bathroom selfie

Reason(s) why you don't wash your hands after peeing:
1. In a hurry
2. Don't feel dirty
3. Wants to maintain manicure
4. Soap dries my hands out
5. Pee is sterile
6. I don't wash my hands when I'm at home
7. I forget
8. My other friends don't
9. Other (please explain)


How many times a day do you usually poop?
a. 1x a day
b. 2x a day
c. Every other day
d. Once a week

For those who don't wash your hands after you pee, do you wash your hands after you poop?
1. Yes
2. No

If you don't wash your hands after you poop, what are the reasons why?
1. In a hurry
2. Don't feel dirty
3. Wants to maintain manicure
4. Soap dries my hands out
5. I don't wash my hands when I'm at home
6. I forget
7. My friends don't
7. Other (please explain)

Do you let your boyfriend watch you pee?
a. Yes
b. No

Do you let your boyfriend watch you poop?
a. Yes
b. No


Potty Survey

Hey, y'all! I've been a lurker here for a bit, but now I wanna come out of the woodwork with a little survey.

I bought a potty chair yesterday, and, while I'm going to give it away if I can, I've peed it in 2 times and pooped in it 1 time. (It was a really small poop, though.)

So, for those of you who also have potty chairs, I'd like to ask you a few questions:

1. Why did you buy a potty chair?

2. Which do you like more: Peeing in your potty or pooping in your potty?

3. What does your potty look like?

4. Has anybody else caught you using your potty?

5. Did you buy your potty, or are you using one you already have?

6. Ladies, if you've bought a potty chair, did it happen to be a pink potty?

That is all. Have fun with answering the questions, Potty Squad. Goodnight!


Toilet performance - reply to Rachypinkypoo

Don't think we've had a technical question on here for a long time!

Just as there are many makes and models of cars, all with differing levels of performance, the same applies to toilets.
While in most countries there are national standards for toilet performance, the tests are carried out in a lab with set amounts of coloured water, paper and fake poops.

What is not covered by the lab tests is the standard of installation in the place of use.
Sure, a building inspector might want to see some things are done correctly to local or national codes but there are a lot of small details that determine whether that toilet will provide satisfactory performance for you.

The USA tends to have syphonic action toilets with a vertical exit through the floor, whereas here in the UK most are of the washdown action with a rear exit that slopes a few degrees down from horizontal.
USA waste pipes are 3 inch internal diameter, whereas UK/Europe are 4 inch internal diameter or the metric equivalent 110mm outer.
This goes a long way to avoid clogging problems with "difficult loads"

With the washdown type, the flush water entering at the back of the bowl splits two ways, such that some of it will flow down the sides of the bowl to wash things off, but the bulk of it will flow inside the rim all the way to the front.
As these two streams of water collide at the front of the bowl, they lift in an arc which then lands in the centre of the water trap at the bottom of the pan.
This action can help break things up a bit and the downward force helps get the load moving and washed around the trap (u-bend) to exit down the soil pipe to the sewer.

This action is compromised by the installer incorrectly cutting the flush pipe too long or not straight on high level (pull the chain), or on low level (flush handle) cisterns, or not having sufficient space between the bottom of the flush valve and the pan inlet on close-coupled cisterns.
In these cases the water flow is either slowed such that the streams do not collide with sufficient force or made unequal such that the arc gets formed offset to one side so does not land in the middle of the water trap.
That usually causes it to just swirl the turds round in there rather than sending them off around the bend.

On the way out, performance is sometimes compromised by fitting a right-angle or "question mark shaped" coupler.
This slows the water on the way out and usually results in the water level rising somewhat during even a pee flush.
Even worse are those corrugated flexible pipes that let the plumber "freestyle" the connection.
They provide a lot of resistance to flow and the corrugations fill up with crap.
All the above types of coupler are typically found where someone has rearranged the bathroom such that the toilet is now positioned 90 degrees from its original position.
The typical British house has the soil pipes on the outside, so the toilet pipe exits straight through the wall behind the toilet at a similar downward slope (1 in 40) then may have a bend to take it to across to the stack pipe.
A bend at this point (say 18 inches from the back of the toilet) does not affect performance.

Constipated Guy

Congrats Claire

I note Claire's recent post where she pooped her pants and what lead up to it. Claire, at 31 you have reached a milestone whereby bodily functions can be pleasant!!! Now you could graduate to enjoy a big shit in a public toilet like I often do . Your bowels will thank you for it


My best friend sharted in my bed!!!

Hey everyone. It's me, Kristen. I posted her a few days ago or a week ago or something. I forget lol. Anyways, thanks for welcoming me Catherine! IBS does suck, but I've had it since I was like 6 or 7 and I'm 14 now, so I'm used to it by now haha.

I don't have much to talk about today. My poops have been fairly normal. If my IBS isn't acting up, my poops are usually soft and a little mushy. I always fart a lot when I poop. And I fart a lot when I need to poop. And I fart a lot when I don't need to poop. I just fart a lot haha!! I usually don't get embarrassed when I fart and poop around my friends and some of my family. I don't have any brothers or sisters and I live with my dad and he's pretty open about that sort of stuff too. But my best friend Julie is kinda shy about that. She doesn't like using public bathrooms at all. She doesn't poop at my house unless she absolutely has to and when she does she'll spray a bunch of air freshener and open the window and turn on the sink if she's taking a noisy dump. And she almost always leaves the room if she needs to let one rip. She's just not as open about that as I am.

But yesterday we were together hanging out in my room and the socks she was wearing kept causing her to build up static electricity and she'd get shocked every time she touched something, so she bent over to pull off her socks and she accidentally let out a big loud bubbly fart! I was so loud and it smelled so bad and lasted like 5 seconds. I didn't want to laugh because I know how she feels about that, but it was so ridiculous that she smiled and giggled, so I smiled and giggled too. A few minutes later I could tell that she was getting uncomfortable and her fart smelled so bad that I thought she was going to go to the bathroom, but then she leaned to the side, lifted her leg and farted. It sounded wet and squishy. I knew just from the sound what she had done and the look on her face confirmed it. She pooped in her pants. Julie sharted.

I didn't say anything. She just slowly stood up and carefully walked to the bathroom. It was bad. Her pants were stained and so was my bed. My dad was in the bathroom, so she had to wait for him to come out, so he saw it too. She was so upset and embarrassed. She finished pooping and cleaned up the best she could and my dad took her home. She's not far at all, but she is a bit larger than me so she wouldn't fit in any of my pants or panties, so she had to leave in her dirty clothes. I just had plain white sheets on my bed and my dad just told me to throw them out, so I did. I talked to her later that night and she was feeling better. She had seen me have so many accidents in my pants that she didn't feel as bad and she got over it quickly. I'm glad I could help haha.

That's all for now. Thanks for reading!


Pee survey

1) Have you ever had to pee outside? Many times. I've pissed on a beach several times, I've pissed behind dumpsters. Sometimes I would pee outside just for the relaxation of it. I live behind a large patch of woods, and occasionally I'll walk until I find this one massive boulder I like. I'll sit with my ass hanging off the edge and take a piss, and it's especially nice in the early morning with the general solitude and silence.

2) If you have, where have you peed outside before? Woods, beach, behind my house.

3) How do you pee outside (full squat, half squat, leaning on a tree/building, sitting on a log, holding onto a tree or friend and leaning back etc)? I find a large rock or tree log to sit on. I also prefer doing this when I take a shit outside.

4) Do you get embarrassed if you have to pee outside or don't you mind?
Not at all. I've peed alongside my mom and my sister many times, around friends.

5) Has a friend or member of your family ever seen you peeing outside?
Several friends, and my family.

6) Has a stranger ever seen you peeing outside? not that I know of.

7) How old were you when you first had to pee outside? I was eight. It was a cold day, and I wasn't sure I'd make it back to my house. So I squatted and pissed behind a tree. I had to pee SO bad, too. At the time, it was the worst desperation I had ever felt.

8) Why was it necessary for you to pee outside on this occasion? I felt like I was about to wet myself, and it hurt to walk.

9) How did you pee outside that time? I dropped my pants and pissed behind a tree.
10) How many times a day do you normally pee? Four, perhaps five times. The first thing I do in the morning is piss, as my bladder tends to be fullest then.

11) Have you always peed that often or do you pee more/less often now than you have at some point in the past? That's always been my average.

12) Roughly how long do you normally go between peeing in hours? Anywhere from three to six hours-sometimes nine. I was blessed with a large bladder, and it takes a long time for me to become truly desperate to pee.

13) Do you always wait until you are desperate before you pee or do you prefer to pee when you first feel the urge to go? It depends on the kind of day I'm having. If I've got nothing to do, I'll hold off on my morning pee if it's not too urgent and I'll continue drinking. I find the feeling of a full bladder comforting, as long as I'm doing something like just laying home in bed, and I prefer to void my bladder when I'm desperate so I don't have to go again for awhile.

14) How long are you sitting on the toilet for before you start peeing? Not long. Two seconds max.
15) How long does your pee normally last for? Anywhere from 25 to 40 seconds. It's generally gushing and strong for the first 20 before it begins to taper. Like I said... huge bladder.

16) Is this time similar every time or does it vary a lot, so longer if you are bursting but you normally have a shorter pee? It tends to vary, but as I prefer to hold until the discomfort becomes too distracting, I generally always pee for longer.

17) Does the pee come out quickly or slowly? It starts off slowly, usually, and then picks up velocity as I get comfortable on the seat.

18) Do you ever hiss when you pee? Oh yes. My mom and sister tend to hear me if they're going past the bathroom.

19) Does your pee ever trickle loudly into the toilet? Regularly. In large ladies rooms out in public, I notice I pee the noisiest more often than not lol. I go to a stall right in the middle.

20) Does your pee stop quickly or does it gradually slow to a trickle or dribble before it stops? It tends to gradually lessen in intensity and tapers off.

21) Do you wipe after you pee? Always. I've had a UTI before. They're not fun.

22) Do you dribble in your panties a bit if you are bursting to go or can you hold it all in even if you are very desperate? I generally excellent control. But on the rare occasion, I do spurt in my panties and one time, when I was 13, I completely pissed my pants when I got home from school to find I was locked out, and had forgotten my keys inside the house that morning. I was utterly soaked-my shoes were ruined and there was a massive puddle.

23) Do you need to cross your legs, fidget or hold yourself when you are desperate or can you hold it just fine without? I can usually get away with crossing my legs, but there have been times at school when I'd walk quickly with one hand clutching my pussy and hoping no one really noticed.

24) Do you tell people that you need to pee or do you prefer if no one knows? I tend not to, unless necessary.

25) How much pee can your bladder normally hold in ml? (If you don't know, do you think your pees are normally small, medium or large?) Large. I've been able to fill about one and a half liters from one very desperate pee.

26) Do you/ did you pee at school or do you/did you hold it until you got home? I peed at school no problem. I peed at school all the time.

27) Do you pee at work? I used to when I worked at a Dunkin Donuts this past summer, but I got let go.

28) Do you pee in public toilets? If necessary. These days, if I can hold it, I prefer to pee on my own toilet-which is pink with a soft cover lol.

29) Have you ever had to pee in a strange place, such as in car? What happened? I once peed in my friend Jessica's kitchen sink.

30) Can you pee standing up? I haven't tried-looks like too much work. It's great to just sit and take care of either number without having to move too much.

Victoria B.

Quick question


I'm still processing what happened at Robyn's (trust me in a good way!!) a few days ago but I wanted to ask a quick question. Robyn asked me to hang out once I dropped off the toilet paper I'd just bought in her bathroom. She told me to come straight in and so I opened the door, held up the fresh 12-pack I bought and cracked it open. I approached Robyn, set the new roll on the toilet tank behind her and went in for a hug. She motioned towards the tub and said "Get those buns down." So I had a seat and took off my purple mask. Robyn threw the empty cardboard tube into the trash can next to where she was seated on her toilet and replaced it with the one I'd handed her. She has a standing TP holder and I slid it towards her from the tub so she could reach it quicker. As she was doing so I noticed something almost dismaying-she put in on backwards! I don't know why but having the roll set up so that the paper comes off from the top is probably my single biggest stupid pet peeve. It just has to be like that!

Having cast my vote I wanted to see how others felt:
Is your holder on the wall or do you have a standing TP dispenser?
Which way do you have toilet paper? Over or under?



Latest news

Hi everyone, I've got a new story for you which I'll get to in a minute.
Imogen- great to hear from you, it seems like someone must have well and truly pooed their knickers, I guess abandoning them is probably the only option if it was that bad!
Anyway, the other day Lucys cousin Lydia and her friend Annabelle came round, they were due to come over after they'd finished school and stay the night. I'd been in town getting some shopping and was on the bus on the way back home, I was starting to need a wee quite badly, I nearly went at the shops but decided I could hold it. Luckily as I was starting to get desperate the bus got to my stop so I got off and started walking towards my house, really looking forward to being able to get on the loo and relieve the growing pressure on my bladder. I looked at my watch and realised that Lydia and Annabelle would be arriving soon so I started to walk faster. I got home and started to rummage around in my bag for my door key and suddenly realised I didn't actually have it- I had left the house while Lucy was still at home as she was going into work later and so I'd totally forgotten to take my key with me! I was standing there in shock when Lydia and Annabelle came round the corner, Lydia said, "Hi Abbie, I need to get inside, I'm dying for a wee!"
"I'm really sorry but I've forgotten my door key, I'm going to have to ring Lucy to come home so we can get in the house!" I said.
Lydia started to look worried, she said, "Oh God, I'm gonna wet my pants if I have to wait that long, what are we going to do?"
"Follow me, theres a bit of grass a couple of minutes away with some bushes, I'm bursting as well so I know how you feel!" I said. I rang Lucy, who said she'd be able to make it home in about 45 minutes. As we were walking along Lydia suddenly stopped in the middle of the pavement and said, "I'm really sorry, I'm weeing my pants, I'm gonna have to go here!" With that she lifted her grey skirt and dropped her yellow flowery knickers, she squatted down and moaned as she started to wee a heavy stream. Annabelle and I stood there trying to shield her from view, hoping no-one else would come walking past, somehow no-one did which was amazing given we were in a housing estate in the middle of the afternoon so Lydia was able to finish her wee without anyone else seeing! As she pulled up her knickers and lowered her skirt I said, "I'm literally just about to wee my knickers too!!" Luckily just then I spied the grassy area, as I made my way towards it as fast as I could manage I felt like my bladder was about to burst, a couple of seconds later I felt a spurt of wee escape and my knickers starting to get damp and I knew I was only seconds away from totally wetting them, luckily I was wearing a skirt and didn't have any tights on so at least I knew I could get my knickers down quickly. As I got closer to the first bush I was pulling up my skirt and as soon as I got behind it I tugged my white knickers down and squatted, straight away releasing a heavy stream and moaning with relief, my stream went on for ages before finally coming to a stop. I pulled my knickers up and my skirt back down and came out to rejoin Lydia and Annabelle, at that moment there was a gust of wind, Lydia managed to grab onto her skirt just in time but Annabelles skirt blew right up before she was able to pull it back down, she was wearing some orange and blue stripey knickers which were too small for her so the top of her bum was showing, she swore and said "Great, thats the second time today, at least it was just you two this time, earlier on at school there was a massive gust of wind and I like totally flashed my pants to the Headteacher and some new parents she was showing round!!"
"Oh no, thats really embarrassing!" I replied.
"Yeah, I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in my life, especially as these pants are like way too small for me, I know they don't even cover my bum properly!! They were the only clean ones I could find when I was getting dressed for school this morning so I didn't have much choice!"
"Well if it makes you feel any better my pants ended up on show last week when it was windy, only luckily there weren't any teachers about so it was a bit less embarrassing!" Lydia said.
As we were walking along I started to feel a slight urge for a poo but luckily nothing too desperate. We arrived back at my house and I checked my watch, Lucy was still going to be about another 35 minutes so we had a while longer to wait. We kept on chatting, but after a while I noticed Annabelle had gone quiet and I saw her jiggling about, Lydia must have noticed too as she said, "Are you OK Annabelle, do you want the loo?"
Annabelle said, "Yeah, actually I'm starting to want a poo quite urgently, I hope Lucy won't be too much longer!" I could feel my own need starting to increase so I said, "Actually I need to have a poo as well, hopefully we won't have to wait too long!"
Another 10 minutes later and Annabelle was finding it hard to keep still, she said, "I meant to go for a poo at lunchtime but I just didn't get chance so I've been holding it for over 3 hours now, if I don't get on the loo soon its gonna poke out in my pants!"
"Well luckily I went on the loo at lunch and had a poo so hopefully I won't need another one for a while," said Lydia.
"I did wonder where you'd disappeared to, surely you weren't on the loo the whole lunchtime?" asked Annabelle. Lydia said, "No, but it did take a while, I hadn't been for a poo in a few days so I ended up having a really fat hard one!"
"Oh God, I hate it when that happens, especially if its at school," Annabelle replied. "In the first week of term I needed a poo really badly by lunchtime so I went to use the toilet, I was a bit constipated so I was on the loo for ages pushing out a massive one, it was really embarrassing because I couldn't help grunting and I knew a couple of other girls must have heard me!"
"Luckily when I was on the loo earlier the girl next door to me was having a poo as well and she seemed to be struggling too, we were both sat there grunting!!" said Lydia.
Luckily at that moment Lucy arrived and we were able to get in the house, Annabelle and I dashed upstairs to my ensuite, I told her she could go first, I figured if I got really desperate I could go and use the main bathroom.
Once in my ensuite Annabelle lifted her skirt and pulled down her knickers, she she sat on the loo and started to wee. Her stream died away quite quickly and then I could tell from her belly that she had started to push, she bore down hard and started to go a bit red. Just then Lydia came into my bedroom, she said, "I just need to change my pants, I weed in them a bit earlier!" She reached up under her skirt and pulled down her knickers and then rummaged through her bag, she took out some pale green knickers which she quickly put on before going back downstairs. In the meantime Annabelle had been pushing, she said, "Sorry about this, I think I'm still a bit constipated, I haven't been for a poo the last couple of days!" She pushed some more and then said "I did actually want a poo yesterday but I kept putting it off because I just didn't have time to go until the evening, and by then I didn't need it anymore."
"Yeah, I always end up struggling if I don't have a poo when I first get the urge, if I hold it in its alot harder to push it out when I eventually do manage to get on the loo," I agreed.
"I guess I know by now that I should really go for a poo as soon as I feel the urge and not put it off," Annabelle panted as she continued to strain. "But its so easy to get into bad habits and before I know where I am I can sometimes go three or four days without having a poo!"
"Don't worry, that happens to me as well," I said. "Most of the time I only seem to want a poo every three or four days as well so I totally get your problem! I guess sometimes when I feel the urge I just don't have time for a decent sit on the loo though, but I know I should try to go for a poo every day or at least every other day if I don't want to get constipated!"
While I had been talking Annabelle had done some more hard pushes and had also been grunting a bit, I could feel my poo getting more urgent and so I hoped she wouldn't be too much longer as I didn't want a log poking out in my knickers! I clenched my bum and squirmed around a bit on the floor as Annabelle continued to strain without any success. "I'm really sorry its taking so long," she panted, "It's a really fat hard log and it comes out a bit when I push, but when I stop pushing it goes back up my bum again, I just can't seem to get it out!"
"Oh, I get that problem too when I'm constipated, I really hate it!" I said, by now I was sitting on my heel in an attempt to keep my poo in. "You need to try to keep pushing for as long and as hard as you can manage, you might need to pull your bum cheeks apart too, that sometimes helps me," I said. Annabelle nodded and took a deep breath, she started to bear down and this time she kept up the push for a lot longer, she was bright red and was screwing up her face so I could tell she was really trying hard. As she released the pressure she grunted loudly, and then took a very quick breath and pushed again, reaching round behind herself this time to pull her bum cheeks apart as I had suggested. After another push like that I heard her moaning and then she started to give some shorter pushes, "Its coming now!" she panted and after a bit more straining I heard a splash and a moan of relief. I knew when I stood up a log would poke out of my bum but I was still just about OK. Annabelle had started to bear down again so I knew she wasn't done yet, but I hoped that it would be easier now she had passed that massive fat log. Sure enough a couple of minutes later after some more straining and grunting I heard a volley of plops and then she said, "Right, I'm done!"
"Is there any chance you could wipe standing up, its just I really need to have a poo myself now, its literally just about to poke out in my knickers!!" I said. "Yeah, sure, sorry again I took so long!" said Annabelle as she stood up and moved over to the side, she flushed the loo saying "It'll never go down if you go on top of mine!" I stood up and quickly dropped my knickers and then sat down heavily on the loo, I relaxed my quivering bumhole and felt the tip of a log poke out straight away, I couldn't help moaning a bit as it was so good to just relax and let it come. Next to me Annabelle was wiping her bottom, she didn't need more than a couple of wipes as her poos had been so dry. She then pulled her knickers up and washed her hands before sitting on the floor. By now I could feel my poo slowing down, as usual it was getting fatter and I knew I'd have to start pushing, so I took a deep breath and bore down hard. I could feel myself going red as I continued to push, and as I relaxed I couldn't help making a grunt, luckily Annabelle had needed to grunt quite a lot while she was having a poo so I didn't feel too embarrassed! I started to push again, by now I could feel that my bum was being forced wide open by a massive fat log which was really hard and knobbly as well, when I'm constipated I tend to pass really wide and hard poos but this one was huge even by my standards! I stopped pushing and couldn't help grunting loudly again, I could feel that the log had slid out a tiny bit but I knew it was going to take me ages to push it out completely. "Sorry, I'm really struggling as well," I admitted, "As usual when I get constipated it's a really hard fat log, I just hope it doesn't get stuck!" I started to push again and luckily after a couple more minutes of straining and grunting I realised the fattest part was out and the log started to move a bit faster, eventually it dropped into the bowl with a splash and I moaned with relief. I could feel there was more to come so I stayed sitting, I felt another log poke out and started to bear down, it was another fairly fat log but not nearly as huge as the first one had been, so it eased out a bit quicker and plopped down into the bowl after a minute or so. I felt empty so I took some toilet paper and wiped my bottom, like Annabelle I didn't have to wipe much as my poos had been really hard and dry. I pulled up my knickers and flushed and then washed my hands. We both went back downstairs to join Lucy and Lydia and have some food.
Hope you enjoyed this story, will try to post again soon- bye for now!!


Sloppy Mess

Hi everyone. I had sloppy poo today in the afternoon. After an interesting lunch following listening to one of my favorite rock bands on CD is when the poop mush started. I guess discovering my favorite Aerosmith song on the album got the poop flowing in my excitement! My mushy poop ended sometime after dinner. While listening to a documentary on the band today, I found they had issues that made them go into rehab. I could only imagine that the lead singer probably had his share of accidents before getting sober in rehab. Like many others, I also can say that Steven probably had to hold it during class because he wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom. Bye.


Sammy's question: Number 2 in public

I agree with Sammy. There seems to be a lot of people at various age levels who are against using a public toilet for a Number 2.

There is my grandma who I love dearly. She started calling me out in grade school for pooping there. Back in the 1950s when she was my age she said she got up at 5 a.m. to make sure she pooped before leaving for school. The subject came up again in middle school when she went with me to one of my school activities. Before we started the inter-generational breakfast I excused myself and she was like What? A couple of times during high school I was a little later in coming to the car because I was in the bathroom doing my Number 2. When it feels good, I do it. I don't care about holding it for 5 or 10 minutes until we get home. Grams also says during all her public school years she Never crapped at school.

Recently during a special weekend at my college, a friend from the east coast came in to visit me and do an interview for a graduate school program. It was a 2 hour drive to the airport to get her and about 1/2 hour into the drive I stopped at a rest area for my morning crap. The lines for the few toilets were long and I hurried, not releasing my whole load. Kind of unusual, I know, but reality. When I got to the airport I sat down and knocked off another 12 inch piece. Then I felt my Number 2 was complete. Shannon's flight was way late and she was complaining about still holding her morning crap. I told her to go into the first bathroom and do her thing while I was picking up her luggage. Shannon seemed astounded about considering crapping in an airport bathroom. I was like WOW! She held it in for another 2 hours until we got back to my apartment. Two days later when we got back to the airport for her return flight, she said she'd watch the luggage while I went in for a quick poo.

When I came back out, she asked me if I was still sitting bare butt on the public toilet seats. This got to be a time-consuming conversation just like I remember having with Grams with some regularity over the past 15 years or so. I don't know if it is intended to be repressive parenting or just an old-fashioned attitude or fear. But I do know that I'm not about to change my mind.


Catherine's survey

Hi I'm new here I thought what better way to introduce myself than doing a survey

1.How often do you get diarrhea? Quite often most days to be honest much like you Catherine I have ibs diarrhea predominant I do have some things my doctor gave me to help with it but they don't help a great deal

2. When do you decide that you are sick with diarrhea? Is it after the first loose stool, the second, or multiple trips to the bathroom?

I usually decud after the first loose stool

3. When you have an attack of diarrhea, how long does it last? Have you ever had diarrhea last longer than 2-3 days? When my ibs flares up badly can last a week or so of severe diarrhea but I usually have mushy sloppy diarrhea most days so technically it's lasted for the past 8 years I've had ibs

4. What was your best experience with diarrhea?

My best experience with diarrhea has probably got to be the time I was really desperate for a poo at the beach and it was explosive diarrhea and during lockdown the toilets were closed and some girls spotted me struggling and holding my stomach next thing I know they give me a spade quickly help me dig a hole then held up towels for me to have some privacy whilst I popped in the hole it wasn't a good experice pain wise but the relief was amazing and the teamwork of girls was inspiring

5. What was your worst?

My worst has to be in year 9 we went on a ski trip the bus journey was 48 hours and we were going to there to stay for a week anyway on the bus journey my ibs was playing up really bad the bus had a toilet on bored but someone else who had stomach problems was using it and I told the teachers I was desperate so they were trying to hurry the other person up but he was stool on the toilet with bad diarrhea that's when I had an accident stood outside the door and had a mushy load fill my panties and then runny poo run down my leg the teachers were caring but some people were laughing and it was so embarrassing

6. If you could choose how you experience diarrhea, how do you prefer to experience it? Large amounts, chunky, mushy, runny, smooth, explosive, a combination?

I like to experience it large explosive mushy and runny

7. Have you ever had diarrhea in a public restroom? On a date? Out with friends?

As a suffere of ibs it's impossible to go ur life without using a public toilet unless ur constipated ibs so yes I always use public bathrooms it's embarrassing like Catherine said can hear girls laugh and stuff especially at school
And when I went on a date with a. Boy from school we went to the cinema and half way threw the movie I ran out he followed to check I was ok but he heard the explosive diarrhea wich made me really embarrassed he insisted he didn't mind but I think he was abit grossed out

8. Have you ever had an accident with diarrhea? If so, was it a squirt, small amount, or have you ever done the whole massive amount as an accident?

Ive done it all to

9. Do you wear disposable undergarments when having diarrhea?

Not very often but when we're going on a long trip in the car or hiking and sometimes in school if I'm having a flare up I try to avoid days when I have or cause once I had a diaper on and when we were getting changed everyone seen and I got very embarrassed and I wear them on hikes because once I had an accident whilst hiking and had to dump my knickers behind a tree cause I could wear them for the rest of the walk

10. Do you go to work or school with diarrhea or do you try to stay at home and ride it out?

I go to school and try to deal with it best I can at school but if it gets to out if hand I'm allowed to leave school and go home

11. When you have diarrhea, do you eat and drink normally, bland foods or try to avoid food all together?

I follow the formal diet like my doctor advices me to and drink plenty of water

12. Do you sit on the toilet for a long time or do you make several trips to the bathroom for short amounts of time?

I sit for as long as I need unless in school I will go between lessons even if I don't need the toilet I will still go just in case and don't have to long otherwise I will give late

13. What gives you diarrhea?

Well my ibs obviously so I avoid foods that trigger it like spicy foods or fatty foods or greasy and sometimes diary

14. Have you ever had diarrhea while looking very attractive or does it come when you haven't fixed hair and make up?

It comes when we but once at a club on a night out I was wearing a very short skirt and got quite drink I accidently shit my pants but cause of the short skirt everyone could see and smell and cause I was so drunk I didn't realise the poo dripping onto the floor so I was looking very attractive that night had lots of the boys in our school talking to me until I went and shit myself

15. Has diarrhea ever embarrassed or humiliated you?

I get embarrassed and humiliated all the time but I try to laugh with people so it's not like there laughing at me but some of my experiences have been very embarrassing but I don't care when with my friends

16. Anything else that you want to say about diarrhea?

All Hough I hate my experiences with it I'm just glad I'm not constipated and I get great satisfaction when I have successfully held in a desperate poo and then finally get relief on the toilet or in a bush cause sometimes desperate times call for despeart measures


Girlfriends desperate poo

I was away with my girlfriend at a popular sea side town we stayed a couple of nights and after the first night when we woke she had stomach ache and said it had messed up her routine. Later in the day she took her phone to the toilet and said she was going to play a game and try have a poo as i lay on the bed I heard a couple of small plops and her wee she came out and we went out for tea.
We had tea out and were going on to the next pub for a drink when she said about needing the toilet we had to queue outside and sign in due to covid as we queued she told me she was desperate for a poo and trying to hold it in , we finally got inside and I asked a staff member where the toilets were I told my gf and off she walked she was gone for around 5 min came back taking deep breaths and said she had exploded in the toilet but felt loads better we had drinks and carried on our night

Mariah <3
Catherine, you are too kind!! <3 Lots of love as you approach the big 4-0. I had my birthday in April when the quarantine was at its peak so it was kind of a dud :( We made it up recently though!

As far as the bathroom at work goes, not only is it my office that uses it, but a couple of the nearby offices too, so there's a lot of traffic so to speak. Not ideal obviously, but like I said I have a friend who has the more traditional men's and ladies' room setup at her job (works at a school) and she's been largely avoiding the restroom due to the pandemic which doesn't sound great either! And the irony is, I did have access to bathrooms while I was out and about, but I decided to hold it for what I thought would be a more sanitary bathroom. Clearly that didn't work out! Now I've learned my lesson to just take whatever bathroom I can get in a situation like that.

I also filled out Dennis' lil' survey. Here are the responses:

1. Do you use toilet paper or baby wipes to wipe your bottom? If applicable, do you also wipe your front with baby wipes?

Toilet paper, I heard baby wipes can be bad for sewage lines if you flush them. And I do not wipe my front with them, toilet paper does just fine in that region!

2. Do you have a potty in your house? Tonight I had some diarrhea and thought it would be nice if I got a potty to put in my room so I could do my business without having to sit in the bathroom for such a long time! Has anyone else ever had this idea?

Nope! I feel it would start to smell pretty quick, and I definitely don't want to be the one changing it! (Sorry to hear about the diarrhea btw, hope you feel better!!)

3. When in public, do you prefer the first stall, one of the middle stalls or the last stall? Or do you just prefer the family bathroom?

Is "family bathroom" like, only takes one at a time? I've never heard that term! And in a regular ladies' rooms I typically go for the stall furthest from the door if I have a choice.

4. Have you ever overflowed a toilet in public or at someone else's house?

When I was a freshman in college I clogged a toilet in the dorm floor's bathroom not once but TWICE! It didn't overflow though, thank God. I don't think I've ever made a toilet straight-up overflow with my poop, that sounds like a nightmare!

5. Are you self conscious about using the bathroom when strangers are in there?

Certainly not about peeing, but if I'm pooping and everyone can hear and smell what I'm doing, I will feel a little self conscious. The worst is when you're at a place like a mall and the ladies' room is just PACKED and you have to poop with everyone buzzing around your stall smelling it. Two years ago for Mother's Day I took my Mom to a museum in the city and the line for the ladies' room was one of the longest I've seen! I had to poop too. It was pretty mild smell-wise (at least by my standards) so I wasn't embarrassed, but waiting was a real pain in the butt ;)

6. What's the strangest place you've peed and or pooped?

There have been a couple of times I've had to use the men's room in true emergencies when either the ladies' room was closed or had too long a line. That's only been for pee though. I've never pooped in the men's room, but have been in stalls next to guys while they're pooping for sure.

7. Do you pee or poop at the moment you realize you need to go, or do you put it off?

Depends on the situation honestly. Like if I'm at work and I need to go, I will often hold it and go about my duties ignoring it until I really have to go. This has backfired sometimes when either something comes up right as I'm about to leave or there's a line for the ladies' room. Same when I was in school. Unless I need to change a pad or tampon, that I always do right away because it's more of a hygiene thing.

That's it!

<3 Mariah <3


Temporary Fix

Hi guys. The city cleanout in the yard was emptied of the poopy/pee etc mess on Friday (yesterday), but this could be a temporary fix for it filling up again. As bad as it stank, I imagine tons of toilet water was removed. I bet those guys were holding there noses, lol! The big issue is that they couldn't find where the pipe leading to the street is, so if it's clogged maybe a toddler flushed play dough, or too much TP down the toilet? Who knows, I'll just be glad when it's all over. That day while the guys were working, I had done a medium sized poop, and had it sitting around until the water was turned on again. This morning, I did another mid sized poop, but it broke into individual 11 plops. To Catherine: Nice to read posts from you again. Bye!

Camping and constipation aftermath

Hi, long time lurker but I've decided to tell a story from a few years ago when I was a camp counselor and went 10 days without pooping!

My husband and I were grad students and assisted in running a week long summer camp. There were cabins that housed 10 with a bathroom of 4 cubicles. I stayed there with the girls while my husband stayed in the other cabin with the boys.

Weirdly enough, the shared bathroom only seemed to be a problem for me. I've always been unable to poop in public bathrooms, even when I'm sick and feel awful! My husband hadn't even seen me poop. Two days in, I started to feel bloated and I tried to poop when everyone was asleep. I huddled in the toilet furthest from the door and quietly pushed but nothing happened.

Each day got worse. I had to help organize activities, including meals. I basically had to eat to avoid people asking questions, but my stomach was so bloated at the end of the week that I had to wear a loose skirt because my pants wouldn't button. Each night I crept in and tried with more urgency to get relief. The last day, I grunting and crying so much that I woke a camper up, but I told her it was a dream.

My husband and I had stayed really busy all week and I never talked to him about poop or bathroom issues. We finally got into the car for the 2 hour drive back. He noticed I was wearing loose clothes and rubbing my stomach and he blurted out, "You didn't poop all that time? 9 days?" I couldn't do anything but nod and moan as I held my bloated stomach.

He stopped at the next rest stop and insisted I try to go. I was desperate to just get home to MY toilet but I still went in. There were 4 other women in a 6 cubicle bathroom. I covered the seat, sat down. I tried to relax a bit and was able to get a few times. I might have been able to go but my farts made one young girl in another cubicle laugh. I heard an older woman scold her but it was too late. My behind snapped shut and I went to the car and admitted defeat. I begged my husband to just let me try at home.

After another hour or so of a painful car ride, we arrived home. My husband rushed to unlock the door and I immediately ran into the master bathroom. I pulled my panties down and lifted my skirt and collapsed onto my own toilet.

I spent over an hour on that toilet. I tried bending over, pulling my knees up, then just grabbing my buttcheeks, pulling them apart and pushing as hard as I could. I was, at this point, loudly straining and crying. I felt a huge, solid lump that wouldn't move.

Finally, my husband came in and insisted that we go to the hospital. It was later in the evening and I really didn't want to go, but I literally thought my stomach would explode, so I agreed.

We get checked in and taken to a curtained waiting area. It wasn't long before I had to change into a backless gown so the doctor could stick a lubricated finger into me. I couldn't help but cry out of pain and embarrassment.

Then the nurse told me I had to have two enemas, a mineral oil one and a cleansing one to get the oil out. I was pretty horrified, but was in too much pain to say much, except to ask my husband to leave, which he did.

And thank goodness he did!

The nurse brought in the enema and portable commode. Next thing I know, she's having me lie knee to chest and she's sliding in a large nozzle! I cried and asked her to stop, but she explained I would have to hold the oil in for awhile and the balloon would keep it in. I couldn't help but scream a little when she inflated the bulb inside my stuffed behind, but she started the mineral oil anyway.

Within a few seconds, I started to ask for a toilet. A few minutes later, I'm hit with insane cramps and start moaning and try to sit on the pot, but I had to hold it longer. I just kept crying "I have to poop, I need a toilet" until the nurse sat me on the portable bedside toilet and released the bulb.

A good amount of oil and liquid poo came out, but I started straining hard because the blockage was still there. I then realized I was being watched by a nurse on a portable toilet with only thin curtains between me and the rest of the ER.

"I need a real toilet. I have to poop alone or it won't come out!" I wailed as horrible cramps hit me. The nurse wouldn't allow me to leave but she left me alone for a few minutes.

It was like my stomach knew this was as good as I was going to get. I was full of 10 days of poop and mineral oil. The cramps were so strong that I grasped the bedrail beside me as my body contorted and strained. I felt the huge turd start coming out. Even with the oil, it took a long battle of straining and grunting to get it even halfway out. The nurse came to check on me and insisted on checking my... progress. She had me spread my cheeks as she pressed hard on my stomach. After a little while, I FINALLY passed the blockage. "That's at least as big as my fist!!", I heard the nurse exclaim.

The cramps hit again and i found myself doubled over with powerful cramps. I was huddled in the bedside toilet, sweating and moaning in pain and relief as I passed more large logs. I still had to strain, but not nearly as much.

I felt huge endless ropes of poop making its way out of me. I was starting to feel more like myself and horrified that a whole ER had heard everything!

My husband came back while I was still straining out poop. I begged him to leave but he didn't want to. He'd heard me strain and cry and wanted to help.

The nurse noticed my commode was nearly full and went to get another with the cleansing enema. It took a few minutes for the cramps and pooping to pause for the few seconds it took me to switch to a fresh commode. I think my nurse, husband, and I were surprised to see that I had filled what is basically a small bucket with huge ropes of poop.

On the new commode, I started producing soft serve. My stomach was still cramping strongly and I had more or less been continuously pooping for over an hour until it let up.

But of course I had to have a cleansing enema to get the oil out. My husband insisted on staying for this one. I still had some bad cramps and gas but the nurse filled me with 2 liters of water anyway. Again, I needed the toilet but had to hold it for 30 minutes. Even with my husband to comfort me, I was moaning and crying for a toilet until I was finally allowed to sit on the commode again.

Remember, I'm still just in a curtained area of the ER, but I'd lost control of my body. My husband, who had never seen me poop before that day, had to hold me on the commode because I was weak from exhaustion and pain. I squirted the water enema and more loose poop and passed loud gas. I couldn't help but moan in relief. The nurse massaged my stomach and prompted several rounds of farts, squirts, and moans.

I was finally allowed to go home several hours later. I woke up a few times in the night to sit on the toilet, mostly releasing the built up gas to escape. My husband told me that I have to take better care of myself and go when and where I need to, and that's what I do now. Lesson learned!!

Victoria B.

Code Brown


It's been awhile but I'm back. The last few months have not been the best of times but the worst is over and I just got a text from Robyn that reminded me of here!

Underneath a picture of an empty cardboard tube was this message:
"Vicky. I'm out of TP and I have to poop. Came in hot and didn't notice until it was too late. This is a Code Brown. I repeat: Code Brown. Requesting resupply and backup!"

I'm at the store now with a new 12-pack of Quilted Northern and heading to Robyn's right after. Will update later!

First, a question: have any of you ever been out of toilet paper/had a friend run out and called, texted or DMed someone to bring you more?

I've missed all of you so much!


Angelica (Angie) story request

This happened more than 20 years ago when I was 11 and learning babysitting with my then 5-year-old brother Chadd. He was kind of socially awkward for his age and a bit immature compared to most of his peers. We were at a large park, with lots of people on a humid afternoon and I knew when he had his hands on his crotch it was time for him to take a piss. Because there were so many others around and I didn't know any of them I decided to take Chadd with me into the ladies room. No privacy whatever. 3 toilets next to one another without any cubicle or doors. I took Chadd up to the middle one, had him lift up the black seat but the first time he raised it it it fell back down with the thud and scared him. I held his hand as we lifted it up all the way to the concrete wall. He dropped his sweats all the way to his athletic shoes and I reached over a grabbed them before his piss started. It seems that he had forgotten the slit in his sweats that enabled him to piss without dropping them. It took him about 3 minutes to get his piss going. 3 spurts, the last being the most aggressive. It probably took about a minute total pissing time. He didn't want to use the sink that was a little high across from the toilets, but I insisted on it.

Chadd and I used some of the more challenging equipment, including one of the largest slides in our city. The ride down was fast and led us to land in a large soft sand pit. I think we were on our way down for the 12th or 13 time when I felt my crap coming on. I led Chadd with our run a couple of blocks back to the bathroom building. It seems I'm either constipated or in need of a very immediate crap. Why those extremes I don't know and I'm still that way today. Chadd wasn't very interested in coming all the way into the bathroom, but with all the stuff in the news my parents, especially mom, taught me to err on the side of caution. I started ripping my shorts down as I entered the bathroom, something I would regret a couple of times in the future I would be exposing myself while waiting for someone to vacate a toilet.
I was thankful that Chadd and I would be alone. Before Chadd could break his smile and ask what I was doing, several hard pieces splashed into the water under me, followed by a main event piece the size of a banana that I had to stand and reposition my sit in order to get out.
Chadd seemed to have more interest than I thought he would, although he described our father taking a crap at the mall a couple of times.
He said dad would pee standing up and then take a seat for his crap. Apparently it was quite loud and dad would yell and swear at him if he started to roam to far away in the restroom. Then I did a pretty normal pee that Chadd seemed to pay even more attention too. The toilet paper roll was on the wall directly behind my toilet and I called for Chadd to pull off a few pieces for me to use. Of course, he yanked at it, had an uneven tear, and took a much longer look at my exposed body as I stood and wiped. Instead of reaching back for more paper myself, I gave him the responsibility and when I stood to wipe a little farther in front of the toilet, Chadd seemed even more amused by what he saw in the nearly filled bowl. I teased him about whether he had enough muscle to flush for me. He got frustrated at first but on about the 4th or 5th try, it took and he jumped back from the sudden explosion and splashing. Back outside, after we got onto the smaller swings, Chadd asked me a couple of questions about female anatomy and why those toilets were different. I answered them and he seemed satisfied with what I said. About 5 years later Luke, my 1st boyfriend and I were at the park one evening with almost no one else around. We had shared a 20 liter soda and we both had to pee. He talked me into going into the ladies room together. Luke got a hard-on watching me on the toilet peeing. Later while I was washing my hands, he was peeing in the same toilet I had used. He didn't lift the seat first, and he was nowhere near as good with his aim as Chadd had been.

Questions for Angie and other ToiletStool readers:

1. In what situations (if any) will you sit bare-butt on a public toilet?

2) Did you learn this from a parent, friend or someone else?

3) If more bathrooms offered those sanitary toilet seat covers would you use one? Why are why not?

Thanks, Ellison


Desperate Pee and Response to Amy

First, Amy, that sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen tbh. I don't think it's legal for any business to deny an employee a bathroom break for any reason.

Now to my story. It's been quite a moment since I've posted. I read a while back that we're not allowed to post about intentional "accidents," or at least it's frowned upon. These are the only types of "accidents" I have left to talk about, heheh, but I have a few stories about almost having one. This story doesn't quite qualify, but it's still a story of desperation.

So my dad and I went to someones house he works with. I've been helping do electrical stuff for him over the past couple weeks and today, I was looking at the water heater to see why it wasn't working. I found a switch labeled "water heater" that was turned off, so I turned it on. There was also a valve labeled "winterize" that was on, so I turned it off. Idk if the problem got fixed, but it acted like it was finally trying to heat it. I got paid for previous work, then we left there and went to the local park for my dad to take a walk.

We eventually get there and I finished my coffee. I had gotten it before we left our house and I put it in one of those large thermal cups. It hold like two, two and a half cups of liquid, so I had drank quite a bit of coffee by the time it was over. Anyway, he went for a thirty or so minute walk and I stayed in the car. About the last ten minutes of his walk, I got a sudden urge to pee and I had to go fairly bad. At first, I was thinking "I should have went with him so I could hide behind a tree." My dad eventually made it back to the car and took a couple extra moments to get in. The whole time he stood outside of the car, I was thinking "hurry up I gotta pee!"

He finally got in and we take off. We get to the entrance/exit of the park-it was an intersection with a stop light. I knew we were going to go to the bank (I was depositing the money), but he added that he was going to get gas. I knew that if these were the only two stops we made and we didn't take too long, I could make it home. Whether I could make it to the toilet was up for debate. As we got closer to the gas station, I decided not to risk it and announced to him my intent to visit the bathroom there. We pull in and the car at one of the pumps leave as we get there, so we take it. We both get out and my dad starts towards the pump and I head inside the gas station.

Once inside, I walk to the bathroom. At first I was confused because I saw the female gender sign but couldn't find the males. Turned out it was unisex and I just didn't pay enough attention. Then I saw the sign saying to ask for the key from the register. I tried to open it anyway, but of course it didn't open, so I turned to go ask for a key. Then the door swung open and someone started to walk out. I was like "huh, just in time," talking about him walking out as I was about to go ask for the key. He held the door open for me and I went in.

I don't know how long I stood there peeing, but it felt like a full minute. I was like "Jesus, no wonder I felt so desperate in such short amount of time." I also thought about how fun it would have been to let it run down my legs, but that's irrelevant. The walk back to the car was awkward. I felt like I was devoid of something (well, I was). I felt like I was walking awkwardly and couldn't correct myself.

My decision to go ahead and go turned out to be a good one. We got to the bank (next door to the gas station) and made the deposit. Then we went back around to the atm so my dad could withdraw money. Then we went across town to a bookstore and spent like an hour or an hour and a half before finally coming back home. My bladder was feeling normal again by the time we got to the bookstore, but I was starting to build up a different form of gas than what we got at the station. I shamelessly let it out as it was being produced, but I don't think it smelled and it wouldn't have been worth the discomfort of holding it in.



Arianna: Thank you so much for doing my surveys and for your kind words about my posts. I look forward to hearing more from you. You are right, sometimes telling a story can take quite a bit of time! Yes, the thick firm logs are the best! Mine are thick, but soft due to my fiber intake. But I understand what you are saying about diarrhea and glad you don't get sick often! I hope to hear more from you!

Claire (from the Midwest): I think you came to the right place! When I began posting nearly 11 years ago, it was a "solid accident" that brought me here! Yes, the feeling is like you described! I hope you can connect with Shannon and Trina, who have had some solid accidents too! So, welcome! And, about your age I had a breakup that led to a breakdown. However, with support from my family, counseling and patience, life did get better. I really wish you the best! Prayers, positive energy and love your way!

Love to all!



A Few More Thoughts

Claire: If you read a few stories back, I did share with my husband what it was like to have an accident and he could relate. He said that it happened to him once. I have had four "solid" accidents, which I always distinguish from a mushy or diarrhea accident - those are completely different. Nevertheless, it's a sensation like none other. I think that its firmness of the poop, the strong urge to go, the relief from holding it so long, the shame that comes from knowing that I didn't make it to the toilet, and how sensitive we are down there that all contribute to this interesting experience.

I've never told my therapist. If you do, I would love to hear what he/she says!

All the best and welcome to the forum!



Monday, October 05, 2020


Responses & Dennis

Kristen: Welcome! I hope you get some relief from your IBS. That's no fun :(

Claire: You sound as if you handled things well with your nephew. My husband told me that his first wife's prudish need for total privacy when pooping made him extremely curious, along with an experience of his mom having an accident when he was a child. I think men just have a natural curiosity, that in most cases, is simply innocent.

Jessica B: I'm sure that felt amazing! Always good to hear from you when you have time to stop by!

Dennis: Here ya go!

1. Do you use toilet paper or baby wipes to wipe your bottom? If applicable, do you also wipe your front with baby wipes?
2. Do you have a potty in your house? Tonight I had some diarrhea and thought it would be nice if I got a potty to put in my room so I could do my business without having to sit in the bathroom for such a long time! Has anyone else ever had this idea?
3. When in public, do you prefer the first stall, one of the middle stalls or the last stall? Or do you just prefer the family bathroom?
4. Have you ever overflowed a toilet in public or at someone else's house?
5. Are you self conscious about using the bathroom when strangers are in there?
6. What's the strangest place you've peed and or pooped?
7. Do you pee or poop at the moment you realize you need to go, or do you put it off?


Catherine's Surveys

Hi! I haven't posted in ages but it seems like Catherine's surveys have generated a lot of conversation, so I figured I should chime in and maybe tell a couple stories if this post doesn't get too long. Catherine, you're one of my favorite posters, keep it up!

I won't be answering the diarrhea survey because I rarely get stomach bugs and my guts aren't sensitive to any particular foods, so it's very rare for me to have loose stools. I also hate the feeling. Since puberty I've had thick, firm logs and that is what feels good to me. If a poop is too mushy and doesn't stretch my butthole I find it very unpleasant. On rare occasions if I get really backed up, a little while after my first dump, the rest of the backup will want out and I'll fill the toilet with a mixture of semi-firm turds and thick soft ropes. That feels really good, but it's not common. So there's my short and long answer about diarrhea.

1. Physical description of yourself: 20 years old, 5'7", 185 pounds currently, I'll say I'm quite shapely to be modest.

2. How long does it take you to pee? Could be 10 seconds, could be over a minute

3. How long does it take you to poo? 5-15 minutes. Usually twice a day, about 2 or 3 feet worth of thick turds

4. What things make you poo? Everything I guess, lol.

5. What things make you pee? Again, basically everything? I only drink water and juice, sometimes gatorade or soda. I don't like coffee so that's not a factor.

6. Do you wash your hands after you pee (always, sometimes, or never)? Usually I use hand sanitizer

7. Do you wash your hands after you poo (always, sometimes, or never)? Always

8. If sometimes or never for 6 or 7, why? Just wondering

9. What kind of underwear do you prefer (thongs or briefs)? Why? Briefs. They're comfortable and thongs often end up being soiled from getting wedged up my buttcrack all day. Skidmarks in briefs aren't really an issue to me, but with thongs, any dirtyness at all and they're basically ruined.

1. How often do you fart? Often. Lol. I don't keep count. Probably in the dozens each day but of course it varies. I am a fart factory sometimes, but not 24/7 haha.

2. Do your farts tend to be noisy or silent? Pretty loud. They bubble between my buttcheeks and make a deep beefy sound. If anybody has a big bum or has heard many farts from a woman with a big bum, you probably know what I mean.

3. Do your farts smell? On a scale of 1-10, maybe 4 or 5 on average, but they can definitely get towards the top of the scale.

4. Have you every accidently farted out loud in a situation that it was not appropriate? In school I have of course.
5. Have you ever accidently farted a silent but deadly in a situation that was not appropriate? Same as above.

6. When you are alone, how do you manage to handle an attack of smelly gas? Do you leave the room and go to the restroom? Light a candle? Or, just let it rip? Let it rip! Sometimes go hang out with my sister if she's home.

7. When you have a case of gas that causes loud farts, but relatively little to no smell, how do you handle that when you are with others? Do you excuse yourself to the restroom? Do you step outside or away from the group? When you are alone, how do you handle it? If it's people I don't know, I'll definitely try to hold it in and apologize if I have to let some out. If it's friends or I'm alone I just let it rip. Why not?

8. Do you ever take medicine to ease gas? No, but sometimes I use a trick my sister showed me. I get on my bed, lay on my stomach, then raise up on my knees with with my butt in the air and my chest still pressed down. Then, I start to flex my stomach down towards the bed gently and it helps push the gas out. Seriously, it produces some huge beefy farts. I don't get bad cramps from my gas usually so I don't do it often but if your gas is really bothering you it will help. My sister does it just for fun because she's weird lol.

9. Do you ever do anything naughty when you fart? (Sometimes I will sit on a hard chair or stool and force the fart out to see how loud I can do it. Others might fart in people's faces or something. What do you do?)My sister and I do stuff like this all the time haha. We've always been sort of tomboyish and enjoy being gross and stinky. Probably from growing up around our mom and wanting to fart and poop as much as she did. We have farted in each other's faces, we fan our farts at each other, we moon each other and blow farts, have contests to see whose farts are the loudest or smelliest, etc. Same with some of my friends. I'm glad we can all share that stuff together without feeling like freaks.

10. Do you enjoy farting? Yes.

11. Have you ever farted but blamed someone else? I have blamed my sister for some bad ones because she has the nastiest farts in the family, but we inherited our uh, traits and abilities from our mom and grandma so in hindsight I had nothing to hide and it was pointless.

12. Has farting ever made you cry or blush? blush sure, cry no.

13. Women, when peeing, do you fart? Usually.

14. When peeing in a public restroom, and you have to fart, do you just let it rip, or do you try to hold it and still empty your bladder? Let it rip.

15. Do you fart when you poop or diarrhea? you bet lol. Usually a lot before I take a dump and then a few in between my turds.

16. Has anyone ever shamed you for farting? I've been teased at school, and ironically I've been shamed in the opposite way because my sister likes to rub it in my face when she outdoes me.

17. Have you shamed someone else for farting? Yeah, sometimes my sister tips the stink scale and I can't take it. She can breathe it like oxygen though, she must just be used to it.

18. Is there anything else that you would like to say about farting? Well, I love it and I love your posts, Catherine. This site is great and it always makes me happy knowing there's other women who have, er, robust bowel habits like I do.

I won't post any stories this time because this post is getting really long. Bye for now.

Angelica (Angie)

Little brother and I peeing together

Hi my name is Angelica but my friends call me angie. I'm 15 5'6 brown hair blue eyes. I have an average body I think. this story involves my little bother Aiden which is 4 about to turn 5 in October 7th.
Anyway, the story begins like this, I was in the park taking care of aiden, he was in the playground. About 45 minutes later he comes and says, Angie Angie I have to pee! We were in the park which didn't had like this bathroom buildings, and I could see any bathrooms nearby. Aiden was about to wet his pants when suddenly I saw this porta-a-potty at the other side of the park. So me and aiden ran towards it. When we got in I locked the door, aiden pulled his pants down to his ankles (he is still 4) and started peeing, his pee lasted like 40 seconds, that's a lot keeping in mind he is still a little kid. When he finished I helped him was his hands when I suddenly feel this urge to pee. It was just my 4 year old little brother to I told him, 'aidy (that's how I call him) it's angie's turn to pee, don't open the door yet. He just said ok, so I turned around I pulled down my jeans and my panties and hovered over toilet. When I started peeing I could saw Aiden giggling, so I looked and I'm him while continuing with and I started giggling too. I asked him why was he giggling and Said to me that the way I was peeing peeing was funny. He said than mom always sit to pee (he knew more a lot more than I thought he did lol). I just explained him that just like a lot of girl I don't like to sit with my bare butt in public toilets, and specially in a ports potty because it wasn't clean. Then he just laughed and said 'oh I see' by this point I finished with my pee( it was pretty long). So I stand up wiped my front, pulled up my jeans, washed my hands, and exit the stall with aiden. He played for around half an hour more and we walked home.

I have some short questions:
Girls: have you ever peed/pooped in front of a little brother, or boy cousin?

Boys: has an older sister or female cousin gone in front of u?

That's it for today, xoxo Angie

Monika B.

Pee survey

Omg I totally wet my pants today. Very embarrassing, although no one noticed. I just held it too long. When I get stressed, my bladder weakens significantly. I'm surprised though; I didn't exactly feel gross, just embarrassed.

1) Have you ever had to pee outside? Yes, when on a hike.
2) If you have, where have you peed outside before (woods, park, beach, layby, alleyway etc)? Woods
3) How do you pee outside (full squat, half squat, leaning on a tree/building, sitting on a log, holding onto a tree or friend and leaning back etc)? Hmm it's been awhile, but I think a half squat?
4) Do you get embarrassed if you have to pee outside or don't you mind? I don't mind. In the situations where I've peed outside, everyone else was too.
5) Has a friend or member of your family ever seen you peeing outside? No
6) Has a stranger ever seen you peeing outside? Hopefully not!
7) How old were you when you first had to pee outside? Unsure, only time I remember for sure was when I was a kid and didn't want to go inside to pee. I was definitely under 10.
8) Why was it necessary for you to pee outside on this occasion? It wasn't necessary, I was just lazy lol.
9) How did you pee outside that time? Did you need a friend or parent to help you or did you manage on your own? Can't remember, probably squatted
10) How many times a day do you normally pee? An embarrassing amount. Around 8-10 times lately. I try to keep hydrated and also drink caffeine and sometimes alcohol. On my time of the month, I have to pee a LOT and leak more often (I feel like the only woman with this problem). This has increased since I've gone back to work since I pee before I leave even if I don't have to go badly (I think most people do this though).
11) Have you always peed that often or do you pee more/less often now than you have at some point in the past? About the same, I'm a wimp with a tiny bladder.
12) Roughly how long do you normally go between peeing in hours? This actually depends. While I'm at home, I'd say every 1.5 hours-2 hours, but more in the morning. I don't pee at work because of germ phobia, so on workdays I'll generally hold for close to 6 hours, which I know is nothing. Weirdly, I'm generally not desperate when I get home. And btw I work part-time. I can hold if I have a longer shift (I have held for 9 hours before), but it is more challenging.
13) Do you always wait until you are desperate before you pee or do you prefer to pee when you first feel the urge to go? Something in between; when I'm full, but not desperate yet. I leak if I'm desperate. I pee before bed and before work when I normally could wait much longer; I call those "safety pees."
14) How long are you sitting on the toilet for before you start peeing? Like a second lol
15) How long does your pee normally last for? 20-30 seconds
16) Is this time similar every time or does it vary a lot, so longer if you are bursting but you normally have a shorter pee? It varies a lot, but I normally don't have super long pees.
17) Does the pee come out quickly or slowly? Quickly, slow ish if I'm desperate
18) Do you ever hiss when you pee? Yes.
19) Does your pee ever trickle loudly into the toilet? Yes
20) Does your pee stop quickly or does it gradually slow to a trickle or dribble before it stops? It trickles a little
21) Do you wipe after you pee? Yes of course! Only time I don't is when I'm about to take a shower anyway.
22) Do you dribble in your panties a bit if you are bursting to go or can you hold it all in even if you are very desperate?It depends. If I'm on my period, I leak.
23) Do you need to cross your legs, fidget or hold yourself when you are desperate or can you hold it just fine without? Mostly just fidgeting. Holding myself doesn't really do much, but I'll do it anyway lol.
24) Do you tell people that you need to pee or do you prefer if no one knows? I don't tell anybody unless it's completely necessary.
25) How much pee can your bladder normally hold in ml? (If you don't know, do you think your pees are normally small, medium or large?) Small to medium
26) Do you/ did you pee at school or do you/did you hold it until you got home? I peed at school no problem.
27) Do you pee at work? I used to, but now I avoid it.
28) Do you pee in public toilets? Yes, if I really have to go and will be out for awhile. Now with COVID, though, I'm not sure if I'll be able to. I generally feel ok using restrooms at restaurants; I feel like they're cleaner, especially if they're only for customers.
29) Have you ever had to pee in a strange place, such as in car? What happened? No, but I was very tempted to today!
30) Can you pee standing up? I haven't really tried

I don't see why so many of you people are against using public toilets to go #2. To me any toilet is great for squeezing out a huge one.


Catherine's diarrhea survey

1) How often you get get diarrhea?
3 or 4 times a year, plus sometimes as part of the flu

2) When do you decide when you a sick with D?
Sometimes it is just a churning gut ache. I get embarrassed such as just before making a presentation to my debate class, or most recently, my boss. I sweat, feel I need to get on a toilet, and if I'm away from home, I make a mental escape plan.

3) When you get an attack of D how long does it last?
Usually 1 to 1 1/2 days, a few times it only may take one unloading, and because I don't eat and drink afterwards, that may be it.

4) What was your last experience with D?
Just last week. I was downtown at the hall of justice paying for a speeding ticket (no--not due to D!) and I had to leave the line that was both hostile and slow and run downstairs to the bathroom. It was a miracle that a stall was available. I ran in, tore my underwear down, and despite a bit of a splash over the front of the seat, I prevented a disaster. A police matron in uniform was standing in front of the stall next to mine. A prisoner, probably from a courtroom upstairs, was using the toilet. She had cuffs hanging from her right hand so that her other hand would be free to wipe. The matron keep reminding her that the trial recess was ending.

5) What was my worst experience with D?
Probably back in high school during my debate presentation. I did a partial unload in my jeans but kept my cool because this demonstration was the biggest part of my grade. After about a half hour when the coaches critique was to start, I did beg permission to go to the bathroom. He understood. As I was unloading the rest of it on the toilet, my partner Stac came down and helped me clean myself.

6) How I experience D; how I prefer to experience D?
I would prefer to be home alone. Unfortunately that has only happened for a few of the times.

7) Have you ever had D in a public restroom?
Yes, see 4 and 5.

8) Have you ever had an accident with D?
See above.

9) Do you ever wear disposable undergarments with D?
Don't know if this counts but if I mess up my underwear when I'm out in public, I just check them in the bathroom trash can. But on a couple of occasions at school and with some snide comments from immature classmates, I've just thrown them into the toilet, and then sat and cried a bit before I've gotten off the toilet and returned to class.

10) Do you go to school or work with D?
Today the answer is yes. But when I was young and in 2nd or 3rd grade if I got D the previous night or early in the morning, mom would make me stay home until about noon until she was convinced I was thoroughly cleaned out. Since I was about 12 or so, it seemed that D would just come over me rather quickly at school. I will go to work with it now as an adult because my work just piles up and I may have to go in on the weekend. An extra break for the bathroom isn't as threatening to me now as it was back then.

11) I don't know for sure. Years ago mom thought it would be something I ate (or ate too much of) such as BBQ or ethnic food. I remember my pediatrician asking me about constipation and whether I might be trying to hold my crap in while I was away from home. He talked about some kind of infection, but I don't remember.

12) Have you ever had D while looking very attractive or does it come over you when you haven't fixed your hair and makeup?
I had a bout a half hour before my graduation ceremony started. Two sits on the toilet at the civic center while I was in high heels and robe was a challenge. In college, my then-boyfriend Seth and I were boating on 4th of July weekend when a bout came over me. I took an emergency dump sitting over the side of the boat. It only took about 15 seconds and with so many people in other boats partying, no one could hear my blast or see what was happening. I used half of Seth's towel roll for wiping.

13) Has D ever embarrassed or humiliated me?
Not since I matured and left middle school. The immature boys back then were horrible. A couple would make fart noises with their hands cupped and point to me. One even beat me to the signup sheet and restroom pass in the library because he could see I wasn't feeling well. Then when I came to school late the next morning he asked in front of his friends if I had filled the toilet up all the way while at home.


Dennis" Survey

Dennis, something happened and my last post submitted before I was ready. So, here's your survey (take two!)

1. Do you use toilet paper or baby wipes to wipe your bottom? If applicable, do you also wipe your front with baby wipes? I keep toilet paper and some wet wipes in my purse at all times. I have a Washlet on my toilet at home, but I still keep my trust Charmin Ultra Soft by my side!
2. Do you have a potty in your house? Well, my little boy has one! No, we use the toilet.
3. When in public, do you prefer the first stall, one of the middle stalls or the last stall? Or do you just prefer the family bathroom? I prefer the family bathroom and the one at work is a one-seater. When in public I try not to use the handicap stall unless it is the last one available. I will use whichever is available.
4. Have you ever overflowed a toilet in public or at someone else's house? Overflowed, no. Clogged, yes.
5. Are you self conscious about using the bathroom when strangers are in there? I'm actually more self-conscious of using it with people I know. Strangers, I mean, when will we ever see them again?
6. What's the strangest place you've peed and or pooped? Gas stations, probably
7. Do you pee or poop at the moment you realize you need to go, or do you put it off? It depends on the situation. I do like the urge to build.

I hope everyone else is dooing well!

Love to all!


So I work at a daycare center during the week and today I was late for work because there was a massive traffic jam and my boss was super mad at me. Well it turns out that would affect me later in the day. I called my boss and asked for a bathroom break because I was feeling my liquids catch up to me and she said no because I was late. I called again 30 minutes later cause I really had to go and she told me I could go on my little kid toilet in my classroom at nap time which wasn't for another hour. I ended up putting all the kids to bed a half hour early but the last one wouldn't fall asleep. Finally after a second bedtime story he fell asleep and I rushed to the little toilet. To make matters worse there is only a curtain to divide the toilet and my classroom. I pulled the curtain shut and sat down on the tiny toddler toilet. I peed and it felt so good I've never had to pee so bad in my life. I quickly wiped and pulled my pants up so no kids would walk in on me. Let me tell ya that little toilet felt so far to the ground I barely fit on it. Hopefully tomorrow she lets me go and hopefully no traffic jams.

Anna from Austria

Heavy parfume usage and pooping

Normally I do not use that much parfume at work. i Always found the ladies weird that use that much parfume that they "stink" up their whole surroundings with it.

Last week I was careless and used to much parfume so I became one of These "stinkers". Luckily I was almost alone at the Office, due to Covid 19 only few People work at the Office, so i did not bother anybody with the parfume smell.

During lunch break I had to go number 2 and went to the ladies room. Luckily the ladies room was empty. I took one stall, locked the door, pulled down my pants and panties and sat down. As soon I was seeated I did a rather load airy fart. Then i started to pee quite forcefully. During the pee I did another brrt type fart and a big log splashed into the toilet, some more brrt type fart and another smaller log went into the toilet bowel. Then I was done. I cleaned myself, flushed the toilet, washed my Hands and left.

Now to the unsual part. The smell of my heavy parfume usage an the stench of my poo created a horrible smell. It was really unpleasant.

I was really glad that I was alone the whole time.

That's my Story for today.

Greetings from Austria



Pooped Myself

Hi! I'm Claire, and I live in a smallish town in the Midwestern United States. This is my first time posting here, I found this place after a bit of Googling and not sure if this is even the right place for this. If it isn't, let me know and I will stop. I'm turning 31 next month, and I'm average height and weight for my age (so my doctor says). I am single, living alone after a long term relationship I was in broke down a couple of years ago.

For the past couple of years I've been in therapy, some stuff from my previous relationship and childhood which I won't go into here. I have anxiety, OCD, and am anal-retentive. From an early age I had issues with the bathroom. I would wait too long, and inevitably end up peeing and pooping myself. My mom would scold me for this which only made the problem worse. Eventually I became ashamed of going to the bathroom, especially in public. When I got to be of school age I would avoid going to the bathroom (especially number two) at any cost. Fast forward many years later, and I still am not able to have BMs in public places. To me, public bathrooms are disgusting, awkward, not well maintained. It's especially off putting when there are other women in there at the same time. It's taken some training and practice but I've been able to go without them. I go at work only when absolutely necessary.

That has led to some close calls over the years, and because of how long I wait between BMs, they tend to be quite large. I have clogged the toilet on more occasions than I'd care to admit. I struggle frequently with constipation, and usually have a BM once every 4 - 6 days (sometimes longer, in extreme circumstances).

This past week has been pretty hard, with work stress and other things that are causing me to lose sleep at night. I've been quite constipated. I had the urge to use the toilet a few times in the last couple of days, but by the time I've made it home from work, nothing has happened.

On Monday, something that hasn't happened in many years happened. I was nearing the end of my day at work, and I usually take the bus home to my apartment, which takes about 15 minutes or so plus another 10 minutes from the bus stop to my building. I was sitting on the bus scrolling through Facebook and out of nowhere, my body decided that now was the time.

I clenched in an attempt to keep it all in me and got the sweats I was feeling so urgent. I was sitting near the back of the bus, and thankfully the number of people started to thin out so I thought I should move to the back in case something happened. In the process of quickly getting up and sitting back down I was horrified to discover that I was now sitting on a hard mass of poop that had come out of me. It felt like I was sitting on a rock that was stuck inside me. I basically sat there frozen without moving a muscle until my stop came, and then made my way as quickly as possible outside the bus. The force of going down the stairs caused a bit more to come out into my panties, but the discomfort was getting even more intense.

The feeling of this rock hard poop holding me open was very uncomfortable and I began walking quickly down the street. I could feel it move a bit more into my panties which were actually stopping it from moving now. I live in a residential area, just houses and apartments with no parks or stores or anything on my way back to my place, so I couldn't hide in an alley or behind some bushes.

Finally I reached the point where I couldn't hold on any longer and wanted to be rid of it so I just let go and did the rest of it right there. I was wearing a black skirt and was hoping that if someone were to look, that they wouldn't see anything. I pulled my phone out of my purse while I was standing there and pretended to scroll through my texts in case anyone wondered why I was just standing there. Pooping standing up, into my underwear was definitely not a sensation I was used to, and could feel it bulging up between my legs and spreading across my butt. It felt so weird. After a minute or so I had pooped enough that the discomfort mostly passed and decided I should make my way home quickly.

I walked awkwardly the rest of the way home, trying hard not to waddle and walk normally. It was then that I realized just how much I'd pooped as it was sagging and I would have to pull up the waistband every so often so it wouldn't spill onto the sidewalk. That would have been a disaster.

After my brisk walk home, I got in the door and went straight to the bathroom. I was wrong about the bulge in the back not being noticeable, it definitely was, pushing the seat of my skirt out visibly. I carefully undid the side zipper and carefully pulled my skirt down, revealing the damage I'd done and let me tell you it was not a pretty sight. The seat of my panties were completely filled with poop, front to back. It was a strange sight, but also exhilarating in a strange way. Like I'd done something bad but not gotten caught. What I did next surprised me, in hindsight. Instead of finishing the rest of my BM in the toilet, I bore down and pushed whatever was left in me into my panties. If I had to explain it rationally, I couldn't. I just did it and once it was done I felt ashamed and embarrassed yet... excited. My heart was pounding like a drum. After I was done I emptied my panties in the toilet, used a plunger to break up the ball of poop, and then flushed it. The soiled panties are still in my bathroom garbage can.

It was the first time something like this has happened to me in as long as I can remember. The strange thing is I kind of liked it in some way. The feeling of having that big ball of poop in my panties felt nice but I felt so ashamed doing it at the same time. Plus there was the smell, which I didn't like at all, and the cleanup took ages. I didn't feel clean again until after I'd showered off. I guess that's why I'm here is to see if any others are like me and have done anything like this. I mean, I'm a grown woman and we aren't supposed to do things like this, let alone get enjoyment out of it. I've thought about mentioning it to my therapist but I'm not sure I can, it's way too embarrassing. Since Monday I've thought about it a lot and maybe one of these days I'll try it again- if I can work up the courage.

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