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Posting from the UK and you're not Adrian or Jasmine? Read this faq^^^^ Every addendum, clarification, everything.

For the amount of traffic from one small country, the number of rules violations, and failures to read/understand the FAQ is baffling. A number of you specifically make it your business to violate rules, spam, and or post as multiple people. Three women, in particular, the worst of the worst, have been at it so long, that entire parts of the FAQ are about each of them. The latest fad is thoroughly covered as well. It is all there, and as we have been saying with increasing frequency over the last few years, please read it. None of your questions are new. The answers are in a fixed location as It does not bear repeating the same things over and over in the forum to [those who read and understood]. We keep finding ourselves checking to make sure stuff was actually said, and clearly. Some days it is a trip down the rabbit hole. This last part will be added to the FAQ eventually, and that's it. For the thousands of you who get it right, thank you. We won't trouble you again.



Daryl

Coffee Poop

I know a lot of people say coffee always make them need to poop, but it's one thing that's never affected me in that way. Until today however.

At the weekend I attended a barbecue at a friends house, Classic Scottish summer, it started to rain towards the end! I ate a lot of meat while I was there, mainly chicken, pork and steak. I could feel it sitting in me all day yesterday, I tried to poop but only got out a few tiny, as in about 3'' long, thin poops.

Today, I started work as normal, didn't sleep great last night so am pretty tired, so grabbed a coffee about 9.15 and carried on working while I drunk it. At about 9.45, the urge hit me like a train! I rushed to the toilets in the workshop, praying that a cubicle would be free, as some other parts of the workshop were on a tea break. Luckily, all 3 cubicles were free! I took the far right one, quickly took my work trousers and boxers down, and logs started firing out of me, 6 in quick succession, each maybe 6-7'' long. The relief was amazing! I tried pushing but it must've all been waiting at the door, as I was empty. As I was wiping, someone took the far left stall and started doing some loose, noisy pooping. I finished cleaning up, flushed, pulled my clothes up, washed my hands and went back to work.

Was pretty cool to experience something is only ever read about!


Anon

Toilets in China

You'll find a huge range.

Most any hotel you will be allowed to stay in will have normal sit-down toilets. Other places, though, you'll find quite a range.

In tourist areas you'll find plenty of sit-down toilets. On the train we found one end of the car was sit-down, the other was squat.

I have a picture around of toilets where there was a single trench that water ran down and several stalls on it, you couldn't see into the other stalls but anyone else in the room got a side-on view of everyone using the stalls. Urinals are likely to be a common trough.

I have also encountered the side-on stalls with doors, but you'll still see what those upstream of you produce when it goes by.

I do not recall ever seeing simply a trench with no partitions, but I do recall a bus depot where the "toilet" was simply an area with a wall a few inches high around it. The men's version a guy could stand to do a #1 but if you need a #2 you would have to squat with your feet on the wall and your ass over the mess. (By appearances people didn't do a #2 there unless they really had to.) There would be no way to do both at once without something going outside the containment. While it was walled off you could see right into the men's from a substantial distance. I think the women's had a similar view but not from where people were likely to stand.

Expect to pay to use the toilet, expect to find no paper--either bring your own or in heavy use areas there will be someone selling it.


Dayna

Quick update

Hiya! I've been getting that "your poop is ready" feeling in my gut the entire day, but every time I went to the potty I could only push out a few farts! Well, one time I managed to squeeze out this slither of a crap, but that was at best only a few inches--not relieving of the pressure at all. Just now, actually (I'm writing this still seated!), I managed to wait out my daily constipation spell and let loose a foot-long, spicy, slimy snake out of my poor, burning butthole! It's definitely one of those dumps that leaves skid marks along the white porcelain. Anyway, that's it. The new semester's starting soon so I'm getting more chances for public poops again! Oh, and some replies to posts.

To Brittany B.: Lovely story! Sounds like a good night of fun--makes me miss my old DnD group!

To Ronan: Dang, that sounds like hell for someone who has no idea that everyone can hear their bathroom noises! That sounds both mortifying and exhilarating!

~Dayna


Tyler

This is for JW

Wow JW we could be brothers. I was constipated pretty much all the time as a kid and my mom would require me to leave the toilet un-flushed until she could see how much I did.

Also I received enemas from my mom; many many enemas. I don't think she really had much choice. I would go for weeks without going and it would make me sick at some point.

We should talk more. Any questions for me? Anyone can respond of course but I am directing this to JW.


Mina

sorry everybody : 2 correction

Sorry, I am very bad typist. I type 2 strange things! in my post of buddy dump in open air. One is, in part about big hot spring bath, I wrote "open air bath and loo in direction of our mountain pass" but it should be "open air bath and LOOK in direction of our mountain pass". There is not open air loo in that hot spring! (But, it is good idea I think. I have idea about hotel garden, put some loos, then surround with bamboo wall, and plant bushes and flowers around loo. And cover top with bamboo cover when it is rain. I want to do many motions in a such loo.)

Second one, at end, I wrote "The we back to city" it should be "THEN we back to city".

Mina is stupid girl. Sorry. IQ is minus 100.

Kazuko is sitting on loo now. She has pretty smile on her face. Her door is open wide and she is talking with Hisae and Maho, so I know she has success on loo. I go to look, loo is full!! Kazuko is having good time. I am happy for her. Hisae said she also want to do motion, after she finish we go to shopping mall.

Love from your very own bad silly Mina


End Stall Em

Putting off using the bathroom

With my college starting up again in a couple of weeks, I've been working time and a half at the mall. One of the high school interns we've taken on as part of a government program is Shiloh. She's 16, a hard worker, but very naive. When you're working at a customer service kiosk from 9 to 6, I told her it was important to plan her bathroom needs around her mid-morning and mid-afternoon breaks or lunch period. I told her I relieve myself at each of those times. It may not be a full pee or crap, but I will seat myself for at least five minutes to encourage my system to respond. Shiloh normally takes a city bus to work, but on Saturday evening when we got off she asked for a ride home.
I could tell she was in a hurry. However, I told her I had been needing to pee and she could come down with me before we went to my car. This was a large bathroom, customers were using half the cubicles, but luckily both end stalls were open and I took the first. It was a fast-come, 30 second pee and when I came out and was at the sinks I noticed she was doing nothing but standing near the hand dryers looking bored. I told her that maintained my average of three pees a shift and as we walked to the parking lot she surprised me totally by saying she only pees when she gets up in the morning and when she gets home from school and work. She also seemed proud of the fact that she got through her entire freshman year of high school not having had to use the school bathrooms once! OMG!
During our conversation on our 25 minute ride that involved several traffic jams and a power outage at one intersection, I could see Shiloh getting more agitated in her shotgun seat. Then she started to suggest some side streets I could take that would be faster. I tried to be supportive while I decided to take a more radical action when I suggested since we were five minutes from my apartment that I swing by so I could check to see if our power was back on because of a bad wind storm the previous night. This gave her a way out by peeing at our place before we finished the trip. I sure didn't want her to have an accident in the car or get a urinary tract infection from her foolish decision not to use a public toilet.
Shiloh lost no time getting onto our toilet and looked more than relieved when she came out. Interestingly, she didn't flush and that was something Spencer tried to hang on me when he came home while Shiloh and I finished our trip.
Am I right worrying about Shiloh's public toilet phobia?


Debbie

Son's Friend

So a couple weeks ago at the end of July my son Caleb had his 8th birthday party and invited 4 friends, Carson, Jake, Luca, and Ryan. Luca and Carson were spending the night and I didn't mind it cause I knew they would behave. When we were doing cake, Jake and Caleb started goofing around and Jake smacked cake in Caleb's face which was extremely funny. Once Jake and Ryan left, Caleb went to go take a shower. I got into my pajamas and started watching the movie Patriot's Day. I went into the laundry room to grab all the laundry in the dryer and I heard a fart, I thought it was me and then I heard it again and a plop sound, I put my ear up against the dryer to figure out if it was my dryer. I really had to pee so I went down the hall to the bathroom off of the garage and the door was cracked open a bit. I looked through the door and saw his friend Carson pooping on the toilet, I went upstairs and continued to watch the movie and then I heard footsteps, it was Carson and he looked a bit worried and said, um Ms L I um I clogged your toilet, I told him it was okay and he was fine and I'd unclog it. I opened up the lid and saw the poop which was massive, it was easily about 15 inches long and 3 inches wide. It managed to go down after I used a plunger. I felt bad because Carson must've really had to poop and I can understand why he was worried to tell me since he was at a friend's house.

Last summer in August I flew down to Massachusetts to see a friend and she got tickets to see a pre season football game for the Patriots. It was around 10 and the game only got into half time so my stomach was really starting to hurt so I told my friend I would be right back and went up to the bathrooms. I went into the bathroom and waited for the last stall which was occupied by an 8 year old girl brownish hair, she had nice yoga stretchy pants that just made her little bum pop. Meanwhile there was a woman in her 30s who was having the stinkiest diaherrea possible. Then I heard a grunt from the little girl and a "clunk" sound, she flushed and walked out and we both smiled at each other. I sat down and started having diaherrea, it felt like pee but it was coming out of my bum, it was a minute long wave and it was done which made me so relieved.

So this last story os a pretty funny one, the day after Thanksgiving break was over last year. So my son Caleb still had another day off although my other son had to go to school and I had to go back to work. So I dropped my son off at school and went to work. It was my lunch break so I had a salad and a couple of fiber bars, I had about 15 minutes left on my break so I walked down the hall to the girls room. I pushed my brown slacks down to my ankles, I pushed out a thick long turd about 10 inches long and 2 inches wide. The food at Thanksgiving was so good and I love pooping after that the turds are just so huge. I went back to my room and saw on my phone that I got a text from Caleb that said, Hi Mom there is a weird guy at the door right now and I don't know what to do. I responded back by saying, Okay go hide in your room then, I was laughing so hard at this point. 2 minutes later he responded, I can't I'm in the bathroom, in the old house we had 3 bathrooms. The one Caleb was in was right by the front door so he couldn't leave, I responded by saying, Oh were you taking a poop, and he said, I needed to pee but then I had to poop so I sat down and the doorbell rang. I said, Okay well finish up your poop and go into the living room until he leaves.

That's all I have for today but right now we are about to head out to Florida so there should be more stories. Bye everyone!!!


Imogen

Accident

Sorry I've not posted in a while!

I have to admit I had a wee accident last week. I'd gone out on a Friday night and on my way home felt the familiar need for a wee. It's quite late, probably about 2am by this point by the way! I thought about stopping at my "usual" point but there were some guys out drinking nearby and I didn't need it that much I thought! So I carried on,still feeling ok, a bit drunk but quite happy!

Anyway, I'm feeling like I do need a wee quite badly by now, but that I'll get home and have a relieving one and that'll be it. By this point I'm about 5 minutes from home. Then suddenly it hits me, a massive feeling of needing to wee desperately. In about ten paces I went from feeling ok to feeling like my bladder was going to burst. I stopped dead and felt a squirt leak out into my knickers. I realised I needed to squat somewhere immediately, and took a step to my left on to the grass verge, where I felt another bigger squirt. I'd barely had time to register this when there was another equal leak, followed by a short regaining control, followed by me starting to bend over and reach the hem of my skirt, followed by the wee starting up again and the realisation that yes, I was actually weeing myself. So I decided there was no point trying to hold it in anymore and just let go, it was incredibly forceful, I could hear it hissing out and I could feel my knickers bulging with the wee.

I must have stood there for about a minute as I totally had an accident, a fact which only dawned on me when it had subsided. I was incredibly relieved and incredibly glad nobody was around! I carried on home and when I got in went straight to the bathroom and surveyed the damage. My dress wasn't too bad, there were a couple of wet patches. My knickers were sky blue but with a massive navy patch in the middle. I realised that not only was I bright red with embarrassment but I really needed to go again, so squatted naked above the loo and did another wee (the backs of my thighs were still wet). Shower and bed.


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Mina great story about you all pooping outside it sounds like you all had great poops and pooped a lot as well and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.

To: Christy great story.

To: Debbie it sounds like you had a pretty good poop.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS I love this site


Wednesday, August 15, 2018


Mina

in nature

Hi everyone, I promised you I tell if we do buddy dump in nature, and we did! It was happy and unforgettable time and at same time it was bit scary. After we back to hot spring hotel I made many memo with help from friends so I can tell you detail, I hope you like, and not yawn too many time.

It was Monday, we had holiday until Tuesday with annual leave and went to hot spring on Sunday. On Monday we got up early and went to car and Maho drive to pass we found before. Nobody there, we walked around bit to see if safe, no dangerous animal or snake. Everything OK. we went to car and took off panties, we were wearing skirt all of us so if someone appear we can stand up quickly and skirt go down by itself. Jeans need long time to pull up, so skirt is better.

I stayed at corner of car park to keep a watch, other three went to bushes to do wee, then went to different place for motion. Because we want to put smartphone near us and if ground wets it is no good. I could see my friends from vantage point in corner of the car park. From me, Hisae was left, Kazuko middle, Maho right. They bared bottom, hitch up skirt, they face away from me.

Soon I can see their bottom open all three. Then there is logs under their bottom, Kazuko and Hisae are faster than Maho. I take photos with zoom, but they also taking, when there is break between movement of bottom. They are quite far from me so I use binocular. And they are lower height than me because at back of car park land goes down , so impossible to see from road. They are semicircle so Kazuko is a bit front from her friends.

After their bottom open some times I see Kazuko take paper from bag and she wipe Hisae's bottom. Hisae said she finish quickly so I can go down while she is lookout. So Hisae get up and drop skirt, she come to me and say, you can go down Mina. So I go down, I do wee little distance from my friends and then squat next Maho. My bottom very impatient, I didn't go three days before this day. So I soon open my bottom, and exactly same time Maho drop log, it is her number four, and Kazuko drop bururururururu. But they take photo of me at same time and I think amazing, how they can take photo and open bottom same time??? But when log number five hang from Maho's bottom I try to do motion and take photo at same time and it is not difficult so much. Maho said, it is because Japanese are good at squat, because in school we have squat style toilet, so we are accustom. Especially girls are because they squat many times one day.

We are very very busy long time so we look back at Hisae, she make OK sign each time. So I do more and more and more. It is very nice feeling in the nature!! Soft wind blow past us from back and air our bottom. And we can see butterfly and dragonfly. (They do motions in the nature just like us.)

Finally Maho say she finish, it is seven large log and some mushy but not so much, her motions usually hard. I take paper and clean her, then I squat again. Because I need to do, and it is mushy now. Under Kazuko is huge mushy almost cover her logs. Wow! How she do so much??? But I look under me, and it is same, and I don't yet finish....

Maho go to lookout place and Hisae come to us and take photos, then suddenly she squat next me and buuuuuu....rururururururu and pile of mushy under her. Kazuko quickly take photo! I am not so quick.... I clean Hisae with pushing from my bottom same time. Same with Kazuko, under me many logs, but almost covered by mushy.

Kazuko finally finish. I say, I don't believe, because Kazuko never finish, but she say, really true!! I took paper to clean Hisae and then she went to car park so Maho come down to clean Kazuko. That was promise. Mina is still squat, but of course I started more later than others. So I continue squat and do more. Then Kazuko go to look out, Hisae come down and clean Mina, but suddenly Mina said "just moment" and little extra come out so Hisae wipe again. Then all finish. It was very relaxing time!!! About 28 minutes all together. beautiful nature and lovely sunshine (sometimes cloud) and so good feeling to be with best friends for so comfortable time! We drop skirts and put all paper in bag and go back to the car, and Maho get into driver seat and Hisae next her, Mina and Kazuko in back.

Kazuko put arm round me because tears in my eyes, you know Mina is stupid crying baby, and my heart very full. So lovely moment!! This motion is most beautiful in all my life!! My lovely friends!! I love and love and love and love!!! I cry into Kazuko's breast, she say in croon voice, Mina you can cry, please cry a lots, it's OK.

But then....scary! No cars on this road, but soon we cross...a POLICE car!! Aaaah! If they come when we are squat and huge mushy under, what they say?? Lucky that we finish! I stop to cry of course. They didn't look at us, it was place where easy to pass other car. No cars in car park maybe, so police don't need stop. If only one car, perhaps they stop, and ask question about drugs or terror. Maho is very safety driver and that is help.

If police go to car park and explore, soon they find 5 piles of brown mushy and logs, but car park is empty, so they don't go, Hisae said.

We arrived at hot spring hotel and went our room and we all sit on hotel room loo to use washlet and clean bottom properly, then we get in shower and wash, I wash Kazuko and dry her. Then we go to big hot spring bath and enjoy bath, it is open air bath and loo in direction of our mountain pass! and then we go to late breakfast. And we eat and eat and eat because nature air so clean, it made us to be hungry!! We arrive five minutes before order stop so very lucky! That day we went to sea, it is not so far, then back to hotel and enjoy bath, and at sea side we ate ice cream, and big lunch and in hotel big dinner, but we didn't go to mountain pass Tuesday, because we said, once is wonderful twice is a fool, Japanese say same thing about climb Mount Fuji. So one hour in hotel room loo Tuesday morning, Hisae 5 minutes Mina 15 Minutes Kazuko 15 minutes Maho 15 minutes, perhaps hotel room loo had most biggest breakfast in whole her life.

When we drive to city Tuesday afternoon we stop at mountain pass. No police car. We look our piles, they were still there, but very dry and some flies, so we didn't stay. And we saw snake. Very big one so not poison. I wonder , what snake is thinking about 5 brown piles?? The we back to city and our flats.

Sorry we don't send photos to toiletstool site. We want to keep for our self. And anyway, I think we can't send. It's OK.

Thank you to everybody who gave to us idea of buddy dump in nature. We will never do again, but it was so wonderful experience!!

Love to everyone.

Hisae, Kazuko, Maho, and your very own Mina

P.S. Sorry this story so long. You yawn many times?


Just Jerika

Limited bathroom options at the beach

I took my niece to the beach as an end-of-summer treat. I also needed the babysitting money for my continuation in college. At 8, this was Megan's first beach trip. I told her to get on the toilet before we left my apartment, but she somehow didn't make the best use of the opportunity. It's a 30 minute trip and 10 minutes into it, due to traffic we hadn't gone that far, she said she had to pee bad. Since both of us were already in our swimsuits that limited our option in finding a normal bathroom. My fault I know, but I couldn't find my beach sandals in the messy car so a lot of our our toilet stop options were out.

Megan doesn't exaggerate as much as others her age and I knew we had to find her a bathroom. I couldn't blame her for not having the shoes necessary for a fast-food place or store because I was guilty too. The test I could think of was to go about a mile out of our way to a public park and hope the toilets were open. Otherwise my 15-year-old sedan was going to have to do. Once we got there the ladies toilet was locked but I heard noise in the boys room. We waited as 3 boys chased one another out and I stood guard in the doorway while Megan undid the bottom of her yellow swimsuit and sat up on the toilet. Her pee was at least a minute long, and then she got down once, but quickly got back on to top it off for another 10 seconds or so.

Both she and I were relieved. I had to have two boys about Megan's age sit over on the curb and wait. He said to his friend: 'some dumb girl is in there--I hope you don't shit your pants.' Finally Megan came out, the boys brushed by us in the doorway, and we made our way to the beach. Luckily we didn't need to use one of the dressing rooms coming in. We set up our blankets and Megan immediately grabbed out a soda. I told her to give me a swig, but gave it back to her. Then I told her to go easy on that stuff because Hernandez (my boyfriend) and I had found the bathrooms to be quite lacking earlier this summer.

After about a half hour in the water with our inner-tubes, Megan said said she had to poo. I asked her if she was sure because it was about a 15 minute walk in deep sand to the nearest toilet hut. She said the need was real. I halfway blamed myself for letting her have that soda so fast. Again and again she said her poo wasn't going to wait. Although I'm vertically challenged, she was having trouble keeping up with me. I grabbed her up. Put her on my back and carried her as fast a my smaller legs would take me. As I did, I hoped she would not fart and give me a brown present running from my neck down my back. As the toilet hut came into view I felt more encouraged because I saw two ladies leaving. Obviously, not padlocked.

As we finally got onto cement and I let Megan down, I could hear noise from the bathroom. I didn't think too much of it until we rounded the entrance and found a guy, about my age, on his knees, with a sponge cleaning a toilet seat. This was a 3 open-toilet room. He asked us to wait outside as it would take him about 10 minutes to do each of the toilets. He said he couldn't wait because he was already behind schedule. I told Megan we'd go next door to the boys' and he said that couldn't work because his partner was in there doing the same thing.
I let an F-bomb slip, although only Megan heard it and she laughed.

Finally, he suggested a compromise. We could use a toilet on the other side of the room while he continued to work. While I thought that could be an employee-of-the-month type of suggestion, I asked Megan. She agreed to it. Megan walked over to the toilet which was quite a bit larger than I had used earlier this summer there. Megan pulled her swim suit bottom down and seated herself like normal over the front of the seat. She said last time she used a toilet this big was at a theme park where her mom and her did a buddy. I told her I was certain that with my small size I would not be able to set myself far enough back to accommodate her on the front, between my legs. The she quickly got up, walked to the side of the toilet and side-seated herself. By the time I did that on the other side she was splashing away into the water. I took my seat on the right, with my back up against hers. Both hers and my feet were off the floor.

It turned out to be about a 4 or 5 minute sit. I contributed about a 20 second pee while Megan sporadically would make another plop into the water. She seemed to double up her pushing as she popped out her final piece which seemed heavier and more substantial. I had the toilet paper in front of me. I took off a good amount of the paper and tore a couple of sheets off for me. I wouldn't always wipe in a situation like that but I wanted to set a good example. Then I took off about five winds of the paper on my hand and handed it over to her as I stood up. The fact that she did a thorough job of wiping was impressive to me because it was probably a lot better than when I was her age. I still remember mom more than 10 years ago coming into my room with the laundry and asking me about the stains in my while underwear. My best friend Gopi gave me the solution and that was to save up my babysitting money for dark underwear. I remember getting five packs and dark blue and black.

Megan went back in about an hour later. This time she had a much larger piece to unload. I didn't get to see it that well but I could tell it was higher than the water level in the toilet.


Ronan

Odd Women's Bathroom at the Museum

I once visited an art museum with my girlfriend, Lucy. As we were getting ready to leave, I told her I was going to use the restroom real quick before we hit the road. She said that she also kind of needed to go to the bathroom. We headed to where the bathrooms were. I went into the men's and quickly used the urinal. When I got out, Lucy was still in the bathroom, so I just stood and waited outside. That's when I noticed something different about the women's room from the men's. Unlike the men's room, there was no door to the women's, just an entrance. The men's room also had an L shaped passage leading into the room itself, making it doubly isolated. Not so with the women's. The entrance way lead straight into the bathroom, looking straight onto the far wall opposite the entrance. You couldn't see any of the stalls from there, but there was very little separating the bathroom from the hall outside.

Then I noticed a sound. It was a slightly labored exhalation, from a voice I recognized. It was Lucy in the bathroom. Due to the open nature and acoustics of the room, anyone outside could hear anything going on inside the women's bathroom, in detail. It was almost as though it channeled sound towards the doorway. I'm pretty sure she didn't realize that myself and anyone outside passing by could hear every sound she made as she did what comes natural. What was all the more embarrassing, though, was that she didn't just need to pee. She was clearly shitting. And from the sound of it, she was perhaps understating things a bit when she said she "kind of" had to go to the bathroom earlier, as a lot ended up coming out (then again, I've noticed that she tends to have large bowel movements). And you really could hear the entire thing, every single fart, splash, and plop, even her quiet grunting and the even quieter sound of it coming out of her. Hell, I could even hear her turn the pages on the museum pamphlet she was reading.

I don't know why they designed this bathroom in this way. Perhaps it was to accommodate more stalls or longer queues during events. Perhaps it was a work of art in itself. But I've never forgotten it.


Daryl

Coffee Poop

I know a lot of people say coffee always make them need to poop, but it's one thing that's never affected me in that way. Until today however.

At the weekend I attended a barbecue at a friends house, Classic Scottish summer, it started to rain towards the end! I ate a lot of meat while I was there, mainly chicken, pork and steak. I could feel it sitting in me all day yesterday, I tried to poop but only got out a few tiny, as in about 3'' long, thin poops.

Today, I started work as normal, didn't sleep great last night so am pretty tired, so grabbed a coffee about 9.15 and carried on working while I drunk it. At about 9.45, the urge hit me like a train! I rushed to the toilets in the workshop, praying that a cubicle would be free, as some other parts of the workshop were on a tea break. Luckily, all 3 cubicles were free! I took the far right one, quickly took my work trousers and boxers down, and logs started firing out of me, 6 in quick succession, each maybe 6-7'' long. The relief was amazing! I tried pushing but it must've all been waiting at the door, as I was empty. As I was wiping, someone took the far left stall and started doing some loose, noisy pooping. I finished cleaning up, flushed, pulled my clothes up, washed my hands and went back to work.

Was pretty cool to experience something is only ever read about!


Steve

Toilets in China

I have a trip to Beijing later in the year, I know squat toilets are still the norm there.
Some friends who went there a few years ago were telling me that many of the public toilets were open lines of squat pans with no stalls so you had to use these in full view of anyone else who happened to be there.
Has anyone had a trip there recently & if so are the toilets still open like this?


Christy

Outdoor poop.

This situation takes place a few years ago. I was twenty two years old. Me and my mom was visiting my mom's sister, my aunt n Tennessee. on the second day we shopped at day. I bought so cute jeans and boots and a beautiful belt and belt buckle trying to fit into the southern style and stuff. We ate greasy stuff the day before and pretty much did the same thing. On that day while we were out. We go back to my aunt's and plan for the next day to go horseback riding. SO we all go to bed the next morning comes. I finally am able to take a poop that morning it's not a lot but hey I finally did it! as you can tell from my other stories i'm a nervous pooper! Well my aunt gives me her home made jerky. and it's so good and i'm eating on it all morning driving with a trailer and horse trailer getting to the trails. WE unload the horses mount up and get going. Well I'm still eating this jerky. while riding my horse. After about an hour into this ride and getting bounced around in a saddle my stomach starts feeling really bloated and my ???? is really pushing on my new jeans. IT was at this moment we three was sitting on our horses looking at the view it was beautiful and all you hear from me in my saddle is a bubbly nasty wet fart ripping out in the saddle. Totally ruined the moment my mom and aunt both are dying laughing at me. And I don't know if you have ever farted or passed gas in a wooden chair and how much louder that makes your fart. But doing it in a saddle is the same thing it was SO loud. We kept riding and I kept passing these bubbly huge farts. And getting shaken up while riding that horse my stomach was turning into a mess. When finally it hits I have diarrhea. Like it hit me so hard. I was like mom!! I have to poop! and she just laughs and tells me to poop on the ground. I was shocked! My aunt assured me it was ok no one was up there in the hills we was in. So I decided i could hold it we rode on for a little bit longer until it was like No I can't hold it this is it now or never either pop a squat and go or i'm about to ruin my new panties and jeans. So first challenge was getting off the horse. I just had to wait until my cramp in my stomach went away enough and I had enough control I could climb down. Which I did and when my feet were on the ground I clenched my butt cheeks together with all my might and found me a good level place to squat. Then the next thing was to undo that stupid belt after fumbling with it for a bit finally did that and then.. my stupid tight jeans! the button was like stuck. And with my panic and frustration the cramp was coming back. I started whimpering. leaning side to side and I started passing small little toots out uncontrollably. When I thought all hope was lost my mom came in the save the day! she unbuttoned my jeans. Down they and my panties went and into my squat in one motion. Without even straining just the motion and movement of me squatting it came flying out of me. I just started moaning and pushing out loose sludge. With each strain more and more came out of me. The reason my mom came over to help me wasn't for me she needed a poo as well. She walked a little ways and behind a bush when I hear a huge fart rip out of her. She didn't have diarrhea like I did she was really having to push hers out. And she called out to check on me. Between my groans and sprays I told her I was getting better. She was done way before me and left me a pack of baby wipes. I finally felt like I would be Ok. And I cleaned up really well pulled everything up and like magic my pants fit better wasnt' as tight. So we get back on the trail I feel like hell the rest of the ride. We get back to the truck and trailer and we load back up. BEFORE we even get back to my aunts I have to stop again. I stop in a mcdonalds I don't usually poop in public at all. if i can help it. But this was a situation of I needed a bathroom terribly again. I take a stall next to a woman who sounded like she was giving birth in her stall from pushing so hard and I just sit down and water comes roaring out of my rear end. Finally get done with that get back to my aunts. Find out it was the jerky what really set my stomach off. How I found that out it was my mom who had some the next day and had to fight to rip her pants off to poop out the same sludge as me.


Monday, August 13, 2018


Steve A

To Brittney B (Question)

I've dealt with that several times before because the women's bathroom for the employees upstairs actually smells slightly worse than the men's one. I'm not sure why, but the customer ones are not that bad.

I'm not sure if they're really good at stinking up the place, but my question is:

Did you ever have to deal with teachers before college (middle & high school) when they were strict on bathroom usage and time limits?

Unfortunately, I did, but college is obviously more leinant about it.


JC

Mall

My family went to the mall yesterday. After an hour or so, my little sister Emily started complaining that her stomach was hurting. At that point, we were waiting in line for a very popular Chinese restaurant. The line hadn't moved in forever, so my mom told her to just use the public bathroom in the mall. Emily is kinda shy, so she kept refusing. She said she would just wait til we got home. After another 30 minutes, she was openly clutching her stomach. She squatted down, and I could tell (from personal experience) that she was sitting on her heel to hold in her poop. The line hadn't moved an inch, so we decided to come back some other time. We rushed her over to the parking lot and into the car. We lived roughly 20 minutes away, but even that seemed to be too long. Emily was crying by now. She told us that she couldn't hold it much longer. When we were about two blocks away from home when she finally lost control. I could hear a faint crackling as the poop smell hit our noses. It stopped pretty abruptly as her poop presumably met the resistance of the car seat. My mom told her it was ok and that she could finish her poop as it was already out. Sniffling, Emily lifted her self off the seat and pushed the rest out. It left a massive bulge in her gray tights. She was clearly relieved in the moment, but she's still pretty mortified.


Pratik

Poop scene in music video

Whos seen the poo scene from the music video Eric Prydz Proper Education. Search it on YouTube and skip to 2:20 where it starts. Let me know what you guys think of it. Also let me know if there are any other poo scenes that you've seen in a music video.

Thanks

Pratik


Braidy

Honesty With Teachers

I was in 9th grade of high school in my former state. The basketball team I was on had to play a makeup game with a school that had been rescheduled due to severe thunderstorms. We were crammed on a bus with some cheerleaders and a few parents for a 1 1/2 hour trip to and from the gymnasium. It was a long drive but it was worth it because we won. A couple of minutes after that I knew I had to take the longest pee that city had seen in some time. So while my teammates were showering and dressing for the trip home, I went on the other side of the locker room where there were two toilets, separated by a 1/3rd high block wall. There were no privacy doors. A girl who must have been a fan using the dressing room as a bathroom was seated making a loud pee directly down onto the bowl water. As she sat, her phone went off and I think it was her mother. She was cursing, lying by saying the game was only at half-time, and some other lies as I placed myself on my toilet. I, too, really peed hard and because of my large size, I know I made as much noise or perhaps more as my pee tore into the water. That night, when we got back to school at 1 a.m., and dad picked me up, I asked him to stop by a 24/7 store and pick up a laxative. We did and I took it before bed. So I figured my 3 day late crap would come the next day at school. Right after 3rd hour class started I found that emptying feeling increasingly coming over me. I didn't think there was a snow-ball's chance in hell our teacher would let me leave the room because she had been disciplining several girls for not getting to work. I was getting desperate and had to choice but to ask her. I was polite, turned my worksheet in and then asked for the favor. She smiled and said Yes. I walked down to the main hallway, swung the door open to the bathroom and got onto the first toilet I saw. My jeans and underwear was down and I was doing a little push to get the turd demon out. My hope was up, then not quite, and I had to start the push process again. My butt was a little larger than the seat and the front was giving a little pain to my thighs. I pushed myself back on the toilet which was a good decision because now I could feel it sliding down. I checked my phone and I was at 9 minutes.
I continued the push as the head finally emerged and a second, third, and I think fourth piece slowly came out. I didn't feel totally satisfied so I continued to sit. A smart move because there were three poofs of very soft-to-runny crap that splattered onto the rest of my deposit. My butt hole was sore and the soft stuff irritated it more, I think. I stood up, turned around, looked into the bowl and it was impressive. But then when I seated myself again and grabbed for the toilet paper, there was none. Since I was the only person in there at the time I waddled into three other cubicles only to find they were out too. So I took the end one, with double rolls of toilet paper, and seated myself for the cleaning. That took 6 minutes. So when I got back to class I had been gone 19 minutes. I went directly to my desk and at the end of the hour, asked the teacher to step aside so we could talk in private. At first she seemed a little skeptical, but after I told her the full story she hugged me and said it was commendable that I was so mature for my age. That is a conversation that has never left me.


Debbie

I'm Back!!!

Hello everybody, finally I have returned to this wonderful site. The reason I have been so long is because recently myself and my two sons moved to Wisconsin from South Dakota and my husband and I have divorced. I am now a 4th Grade teacher at a local elementary school. During the summer I am a summer school teacher. I met a girl named Emily who was starting her first year as a 3rd grade history teacher. She is only 22 which I was surprised about because I wasn't a teacher until I was 27 and I am 44 now. So this happened yesterday at the school. The kids were doing a mini project around 10:30 and summer school didn't end until 1:00. Around 11:00 I really had to take a poop so I asked the girl next door Stacey to watch the kids, I walked down the hall and noticed Emily walking into the girls room, she didn't see me which I was glad since I didn't want her to know what I was doing. I walked into the girls room and heard a loud fart and Emily was in the first stall with brown slacks at her ankles, as I was walking by I noticed her blue underwear had a skidmark so I knew we were about to do the same thing. I sat down and started a nice pee. I heard a plop sound in her stall and she rolled off some toilet paper wiped and left, in a matter of 15 seconds. My hole was slowly opening and I could only think about my kids were thinking like, oh I wonder if my teacher is pooping right now, like I didnt want them to think about that you know. The door opened and the girl was rushing and she pushed my stall door and said, Oh Im so sorry Ms L I didn't know someone was in there, I told her it was okay. She started peeing and my piece was crackling so loudly and through the reflection she was putting her ear up against the divider trying to listen which I thought was so cute. Then my poop splashed and she put her hand over her mouth and looked so excited to hear her teacher take a poop. Once I went back to the classroom everything seemed normal but I knew the girl told her friends about our encounter.

My next story happened back in June, so my new neighbors had a daughter named Kaitlynn who was 12. Her parents knew I was a teacher and Kaitlynn was struggling in English and needed help before going into the 8th grade. So it was a Saturday and both of my kids are gone which I thought would be the perfect day for her to just concentrate. We got about an hour into it and she asked me where the bathroom was and let her do her thing. About 4 minutes later I heard, "Hey Debbie" I went to the bathroom door and she told me there was no toilet paper. I went to the closet and grabbed some, I slowly opened the door and she was on the toilet and exactly said, Sorry Debbie I just took a huge poop in your toilet, and I laughed and said, that's okay we all have to.

So thats all from me for now but I should be back soon with more stories!!!


Constiguy

Massage and Enemas.

There have been posts about ???? massages and enemas etc I have my own experience. I went to a clinic and was given an enema . Although very constipated I could still hold quite an amount of solution . The therapist laid me on the bathroom floor and massaged my colon. Rather soon I said I would need to sit on the toilet. She said to remain where I was and offered me a chamber pot! She said that when the urge gets extreme she would put the pot under my bottom as I lay there. Very soon I gave the word and I raised my bottom and spread my butt cheeks as she positioned the pot, The instruction was to hold on while she pushed down heavily on my colon..... and then the release with one almighty gush which just about filled the pot she then slid the pot out from underneath and it was dark brown and full of lumps and chunks. She gave me a wipe and felt my colon which was now totally flat!!! I felt sooo much better.!


Pete the poop

Replies

Adrian yes I was almost touching cloth! I think was a small escapee. Beer and curry always makes me go good. Not diarreoh but a good soft sausage. And often more than once.


Finn

Big skid marks

It was just me and my friend home today, about mid way through the afternoon she got up and quickly made her way to the bathroom. I was in a room nearby working so I could mostly hear everything. I didn't hear any plops or noises but when she came out and I went to go pee later there was a HUGE skid mark right down the front of the bowl and even a little piece of soft poop still left which must not have flushed properly. She must have taken a super huge one or it was just very heavy! I don't think she poops every day so it must just build up


Keith ( White Van Man )

One Toilet Households

Hello,
Last week end I did some work at my lady friends house. On completion of the work, I called out to her from upstairs, ok to have a bath, yes she replied, I ran a bath, got in I have a wash etc, I herd the stairs creaking, in came P my lady friend, stood by the toilet, cigarette in her mouth, said I'm sorry but I've got to as she pullled her jeans and knickers down, sat on began to pee, let a couple of squeaky farts go ,she said I'll only be a couple of minutes, I replied take your time, as she exhaled from her cigarette her first piece dropped, followed quickly by another two pieces, ( she said umm do U like this replying yes ), much to my surprise she agreed that she always liked to listen if she is in a ladies, she wriggled around a bit I could hear a crackling sound, she said I think this ones is very large, grunting a bit , I could still hear crackling, she exhaled from her cigarette, and her large piece hit the water with a ker splonk, another two smaller pieces fell from her arse, she stood and wiping her arsenal, she did this using three lengths of toilet paper, threw her cigarette end in the toilet flushed and carried on chatting to me.


Adrian
It's now Friday lunchtime and I'm now enjoying a simple meal after a very satisfying poo. Hopefully the laxative effects of the fig chutney on my sandwich will offset the constipating ones of the mature Stilton!

Elbert. Your question about whether skinny women poo two or more times a day. Hmm, interesting one. For what it's worth, I'd say that probably some of them do. At the same time, I'm sure there are others who don't even poo once a day. Everybody's digestive system is unique and individual to them. Some people poo three or five times a day and others only poo once or twice a week. Most of us are, in all likelihood, somewhere between those too extemes. However any bowel habit is 'normal' so long as it's usual for that person. Any sudden change of bowel habit, particular if it's sustained over a period of time is, however, something worth consulting the doctor about in order to rule out any underlying causes which require investigation. My late, much loved, Aunt Anne certainly wasn't a 'daily' person and only went when she needed to but she was also incredibly slim, despite eating a reasonable amount. When she died rather unexpectedly it was from bowel cancer which had gone undiagnosed until shortly before her death. However I like to think it was the luck of the draw rather a result of only going potty when she felt the need.

Steve A. When I was at school and FE College, most of the teachers/lecturers were okay about students leaving the classroom so long as they were respectful and quick about it. Usually the request was met with "Okay, but be quick about it. Two minutes." That was in the 1960s and 70s too. Although we're currently on a summer vacation, I have been in some part time high education during the last year and on study days students are free to get up and go the loo during lectures if they need to. Most of the students are reasonably healthy adults in their forties, fifties and sixties and, have suffient self-government for such departures from the lecture room to be pretty rare.


Saturday, August 11, 2018


Elbert

Two or More Question

Do skinny women poop two or more times a day?


Steve A

To Brittney B (Question)

I've dealt with that several times before because the women's bathroom for the employees upstairs actually smells slightly worse than the men's one. I'm not sure why, but the customer ones are not that bad.

I'm not sure if they're really good at stinking up the place, but my question is:

Did you ever have to deal with teachers before college (middle & high school) when they were strict on bathroom usage and time limits?

Unfortunately, I did, but college is obviously more leinant about it.


Siford

Cousin Darci's return visit

Last year on Page 2629 I wrote about my Cousin Darci who was stranded at one airport while I waited at our airport for her plane to land. Strange as it may seem, she and I were texting and when we pressed each other for specifics, we were both on the toilet taking our craps at the same time!

So last month Darci was in our city to participate in a college business student competition. She flew in two days early to spend time with us and to see her favorite country band perform at our city's arena. She bought a ticket for me too. So when we got to the arena and had located our reserved seats, we chowed down on the concessions that she bought, and enjoyed the opening band. There was a 20-minute intermission, none too early for both of us who needed to pee. Chalk it up to my inexperience, I guess, but both of us got into our respective restrooms when many of the other 20,000 did. Long line and some of the older guys who had too much to drink were anything but helpful. There was a large communal urinal like a trough for cattle and already 40 or more guys at it. A couple of the guys down the line were so drunk that they were swaying into one another with their organ out and a fight almost broke out.

In order to get privacy in public places and my school too I prefer to use a stall. I'm most comfortable sitting down to pee. Standing over the toilet kind of scares me because there's been a couple of time when the door latches have been loose and guys have barged in on me. And at school, many of the stalls have no doors and I don't like having my back turned. So the only question that's been dogging me for the past couple of years is whether to take the time to line the seat with toilet tissues before I place my butt on it. I think I'm actually going to eventually fully get away from it--there's just too many hassles.

So I was two back for my stall when Darci texted me for a report. She said she was several back from the toilets that were opening and that it was criminal that the ladies' room don't have at least double the number of toilets. Being bored by the crowd, I texted her that the guy on the toilet must be a big sized old man because had his legs spread wide and his boxers just above his shoes. Darci said she'd be afraid that the elastic waist band would snap. When he finished, this college-age cowboy in front of me quickly took the seat. His shoes were right together and he kept his jeans and underwear at toilet level. When I explained this to Darci, she called him Midwestern modest. He was only seated for a minute or two, he flushed twice with his foot, and greeted me politely when he opened the door.

So I latched the loose door, quickly scanned the seat and bowl and dropped my butt onto it. As I anticipated it was quite warm, but quite loose also. As I aimed my organ into the bowl, luckily it didn't erect itself like it does sometimes in such situations, so I could read and respond to last four texts from Darcy. She was pissed by the lines, but she surrendered her privacy by taking a doorless toilet just as her piss was erupting. She said she had a 25-cent size pee spot in her green underwear and thought she was going to have a bigger accident. She said at an earlier concert in her college town three sorority girls who had been drinking lost it and each got up on a sink for an immediate pee. The room was crowded and they were largely cheered on.
Darci's fascinated by graffiti and said at her college's field house some of it, while gross, is quite good. She said she only wipes when she craps; then she said she felt a 'trailer' coming on. I asked her what that was and she said it was the final piece of her morning crap at the hotel ballroom which had broken off. I playfully told her to wipe carefully. Her reply: "F#####G SOB there isn't any!" Then she remembered she carries a couple of tissues in her back jeans pocket when she's traveling. Then she reminded me to wash my hands good. I asked her why. She said we were going to be sharing a large bucket of popcorn.

While I was buying the popcorn, Darci finished up and joined me back at our seats. Because of the long restroom lines, the intermission was longer than intended and Darci got back just as the lights were being faded. As she grabbed for the popcorn I asked to see her hands. After a semi-wet hand smacked me in the face, I let her have some popcorn.


chris

reply to Traveler

Thanks for sharing. Like you, I doubt most people, me included, would bring a change of clothes on just a day trip. But accidents can happen to anyone. You said you "had to wet yourself" a couple times recently. Assuming it was similar situations where a bathroom wasn't available?


Tricky

Unexpected visitors

Before I start this story, I am going to give you a brief background. I'm a 140 lb white man in my 30s with blonde hair and blue eyes, but appear exceptionally young. I'm commonly mistaken for someone who is under the age of 18, even by people who are of that demographic. I exercise regularly and eat roughly twice as many calories as most people and get them mostly from fresh fruits and vegetables, resulting in me consuming roughly 100-150g of fiber a day. I also like to go on long bike rides which keeps my metabolism high. The story below occurred during the middle of one of those bike rides.

I pulled my bike in to a park after riding 50 miles and locked it to a rack to take a break for lunch and re-fuel myself. The table I was sitting at was roughly 100 feet across from a building that had two restrooms and a series of benches, with a large crowd of perhaps 30-50 people congregating there. I started scarfing down my lunch that I had packed when my insides began to churn as pressure built up down below. I wasn't finished eating and decided to pucker my bottom orifice up to forestall the inevitable, at least long enough to finish my lunch without being interrupted by a rude afternoon crap. By the time I was done eating, it was now an emergency. I was primed for a massive shitsplosion in my pants if I didn't empty myself in the next few minutes. Any restroom was acceptable at this point. Never having been here before, I didn't know what to expect.

I got up and waddled myself passed the crowd of people at the benches to the Mens' room behind the building. As I got to the back where the Mens' room was at I could see there was no door and could see inside the restroom from the outside. There was a steel urinal, and a short brick partition with no door. I've used doorless stalls before because my middle school and high school had them, but I am not enthusiastic about doing so and only used them because there was no alternative. Under normal circumstances, I'd have found a more private spot to do my business. These were not normal circumstances. The turtle head was poking out at my underwear and I had no choice, it was either here, or in my pants. I made my way in and took my seat at the stainless steel toilet with my pants at my upper legs to make it as private as possible, barely having time to wipe it down with TP as a precautionary measure against sitting in some strangers' urine. Fortunately, there was no unexpected wetness on the steel rim where I took my seat.

The offensive matter made a loud crackling noise as it was exiting me. I could see the tennis courts outside the restroom over the partition as I sat, but fortunately, I still had my solitude and no one was at the tennis courts to look in on me as I sat. This dump was truly massive and I could feel the warm, squishy matter smearing itself against my buttcheeks as it slowly and somewhat painfully slid out.

*plurrr-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t*

As I was pushing it out, someone walked in and interrupted my solitude. It was a black lady in her early 20s. She saw me, stopped walking roughly 10 feet from me, and exclaimed:

"Oh, excuse me. I didn't know anyone was in here. Can you throw me that roll of tissue over there?"

I was caught off guard and not expecting this. Poop was still crackling out of my butt as she stood there roughly 10 feet away from me.

*t-t-t-t-t-t-T-T-t-t-t*

*plort* *fart*

Out of courtesy, I wanted to hold back the soft serve factory until she left, but couldn't. The pressure was too much to stop the flow once it was started.

Me: "I'm not done yet. I'm going to need it."

*t-t-t-t-T-T-t-t-t-T-T-T*

Her: "The Womens' room doesn't have any. I need some."

Me: "This is awkward. I'll break some off for you instead. This is rather messy and I don't know how much I'm going to need."

I broke her off some from the roll.

She walked over to me as I sat on the stainless steel toilet with my ass exposed, waste matter still audibly extruding out of my body, and handed the paper to her.

Her: "Thank you."

*plop*

The first log dropped in.

Me: "Sorry about that."

She walked out. I was not embarrassed, but still felt a bit awkward at the whole thing. It's a difficult feeling to describe because the event was so unusual and unexpected.

I continued pushing. I had more to go. About two minutes later, I was done and could feel a satisfying vacuum in my colon. I was indeed a mess, and needed multiple passes to clean my butt off, each time pulling off clumps of squishy, smeared brown excrement with the roll of TP handy. After about 3 minutes of wiping, I was finally close to being clean. The roll was almost empty.

I was performing the second to last wipe when some black guy in his early 20s came in, walked up to where I was sitting, witnessing me with my hand behind my ass then seeing me pull the paper up front to check for the tell-tale brown smears, which were present.

Him: "Can I have that roll of tissue? My girlfriend needs it."

I dropped the paper I wiped with in the bowl and my hand was now free.

Me: "Okay."

I pulled off a few sheets for the last wipe with and handed the almost empty roll to him with the other hand that I didn't use for wiping.

Me: "Here you go."

Him: "Thank you."

He walked out as I did the final wipe. No brown, I was clean.

I pulled my pants up and looked into the bowl. There were two massive logs, one about 14 inches, the other about 10 inches, both roughly 1.5-2 inches in diameter, with wads of soiled toilet paper at the back of the bowl. I flushed and it left a nasty trail of light-brown skidmarks that looked as if someone smeared chunky peanut butter all over the toilet bowl.

I went to wash my hands and there was no soap. Luckily, I had hand sanitizer packed in my backpack on my bike. I made the walk back to my bike, and the lady who had earlier walked in on me and observed me crapping was now standing by one of the benches, looking at me.

This would have embarrassed me greatly when I was younger, since two strangers, one female, one male, watched me defecate. Nowadays I don't care, as I will very likely never see them again anyway. I was just glad to get that out of my system, so to speak.


Adrian
Pete the poop. Thanks for sharing your M & S poo. It sounds from you've said as though you were touching cloth. Some foods are pretty good at getting things moving and I think curry is certainly one of those, especially if you only eat it occasionally and your system is unused to handling it routinely.

Kenny. In view of what you've said I don't think there's too much to worry about but if your daughter passes blood again I think it may be worth a trip to the doctor to get her checked out, if only to rule out any underlying causes which may give rise to concern.

Matthew. I was constipated somewhat at the weekend, particularly Friday/Saturday and I put it down to too much cheese (one of my weaknesses) and the hot weather we've had here in the UK which seems to mess with all my bodily functions.

Jonquil. Constipation occurs naturally in most people but you must be unique (or nearly unique) in actually enjoying it. In my experience it's not been a fun condition. On Saturday morning I was trying vainly on a hotel en suite toilet to do a poo which simply wouldn't come out. Although as a man it's something I've never done, I came to the conclusion that giving birth had to be easier! I would, however, strongly advise against using Imodium to constipate yourself. That medicine is designed for a very specific purpose which is to fix the opposite problem to constipation and using it inappropriately is risky to say the least. On more than one occasion I've been to the chemist for Imodium because I've had a flare up of IBS and been questioned about it, what other meds I take and, whether or not I've had side effects from using it. It certainly isn't something you should mess with or take unless you absolutely have to.


Wednesday, August 08, 2018


Pete the poop

Desperate m and s poo

I was out shopping today and we decided to go for a coffee. As I had been walking round the store is felt the need to get last night's curry out and when we went for coffee I excused myself as I needed to sit on the toilet. I went to the two unisex near the cafe and 3 people waiting a gent and 2 ladies. I was pretty desperate now and let a small wet dart out. The gent was looking but the two ladies only peed I think and I replaced the lady as she came out. I hurriedly got my shorts down and immediately with a fart 6 lots came out all about an inch wide and approx 6 inches long. Oh boy the relief. I was done pretty quickly but had to clean a small skid circle in my boxers. I let much relieved but my toilet was a bit stinky for the lady after me


Kenny

Help Needed

Has anyone ever had blood on their poops? If so, what do you think causes it? I'm asking because of my 7 year old daughter Serenity. One day, she was on the toilet for a particularly long time. I heard pained grunts coming from the bathroom. I walk in and ask her if she's okay. Serenity responds with "Daddy, it's really big and it hurts. Please help me." I told her to try to push it out. She does this and really strains. Her face turned red and she starts to sweat. "Daddy I can't. It's too hard." Serenity tells me. She starts to cry and being the loving father that I am, that shattered my heart. I take her hand and tell her that I'll help her. Whilst I am holding her hand, Serenity keeps pushing it out with sweat and tears going down her face (what a little trooper). After a minute or so, she yells "Daddy Daddy, it's almost out." I respond by telling to push one last time. Serenity pushes with every bit of strength she has left. Her eyes are closed, her face is still red, and her toes begin to curl (that happens to everyone who is pooping a big one out). Finally, her poop lands into the toilet with a loud plop. "Damn, that must have been huge. You okay Serenity?" I said. She gives me a satisfied smile and a thumbs up. She stands up. "My butt is sore Daddy." She states. We look into the toilet and see a wide turd. It's about 6 inches long, but very wide. I saw why it hurt her. I then noticed several streaks of blood on it. Serenity wiped and there was blood on the tissue as well? Has this ever happened to anyone else?


Matthew

Constipation

There have been some posts recently about constipation. I am rarely constipated, but I notice in the summer, when it is hot, my stools can be dry and I do have to strain a bit. I attribute this to dehydration, and I force myself to drink more water. There's a young guy at work who struggles with constipation. He will usually sit down and let out a dry high pitched fart, as the gas tries to escape around the hard stool in his rectum. He usually will whisper to himself things like "Oh boy," or "I need to shit." When he finally discharges a hard golf ball sized nugget, he'll sigh loudly, "Oh yeah." Sometimes he resorts to bending over and putting his fists on his shoes. This sometimes helps release a stubborn stool. He seems quite unembarrassed about his situation, and oftentimes I'll see him at the sinks as we both wash up and he seems very casual. I've often wanted to say something to him, "Seems like you really had a struggle in there," but I never have since I think this would be a bit strange. Perhaps not!


Carin

A bathroom perspective

My summer school ended on Friday. I know I was stressed but I took the toilet before leaving home and between classes at school, each time I could only release a ball or two of crap. Since we had a guest speaker in my final class, I didn't want to interrupt and take my crap which was now knocking at the door. So I was fully ready to be first out of the room and onto the toilet right across the hall when the noon final dismissal bell rang.

I couldn't believe it, but both doors to the bathroom were locked. I knew that some students had shot off firecrackers right after school the previous day. Plus a couple of bowling balls had been dropped onto a couple of the stools, cracking one and and causing a plumbing leak. So I hurried down to second floor to use the toilet there. Same situation. I had to go down to first floor to get to the parking lot. I tried that bathroom. Same situation.

So I hurried out to my car because I was late to meet with my mom at the mall's food court. She's going back to college at 40 to finish her degree and she wanted to get my opinion on some technology to help her. As I started the three mile drive I even ran a couple of yellow signals because my intestines were hurting. Once I was stuck in some slow-moving traffic during lunch hour, a road work detour through a side street with more pot holes than I had ever seen, I knew I wasn't going to make it to the mall.

My hope then went to my making it to the next gas station without my underwear becoming a bag of mush. I had to abruptly switch lanes, cheat a bit by going the wrong way on a frontage road, but I made it to this station. I no longer cared how clean the toilet was, how badly the room smelled or whether or not there was even toilet paper. I had a fast deposit to make.

I moved between shoppers and the check-out line to find the restrooms.
I know I let out a bit of a scream when I put my arm against the womens door and I was stopped. I noticed there was a code pad that I would have to use. I didn't hesitate to see if an occupant would walk out and give me the break I was certain I deserved. Luckily there were only two ahead of me at the check out counter.

The cashier was older than my grandpa. I know I spoke wrong when I started to unload on him. He interrupted me saying it was for paying customers only. I looked to my right and found a basket of breath mints. I bought them and he gave me the code. I went back and tried the code but the numbers didn't move. Just then a college-age girl with an employee top on opened the door to exit and I seized the opportunity.

I hiked my dress up, pulled my undies down and took the warm seat with no time to spare. I had to reposition myself on the O-shaped black seat a couple of times but the first pieces came along readily. The main event, however, was tearing at my rectum and causing me great pain. As I sat in pain, I had some vicious thoughts about the lock-outs and how I could payback the school and store for frustrating me so badly. Pain makes me devious, I know. But once the mother lode emerged, ecstasy overtook me.

Luckily I had almost a full roll of toilet paper. I stood and saw one very jammed up bowl. The primary piece was about two-inches in diameter and if it was unsnaked and laid out it would have been just over two feet long. A plunger was already called for and before I started wiping, I thought about whether I wanted to pile the used toilet paper higher than seat level. Or I could pile it on top of the already overflowing waste basket. Or I could just stack it on the floor.

I quickly texted mom to tell her I was about 15 minutes away. Then I started the first of 13 wipes. The waded up remains of each I dropped on top of one another. As I anticipated, they were eventually piled higher than the seat. Just to make sure, I took one more swipe and I got a little more off me. There would be no need for mom to remind me on laundry day when she emptied the hamper about proper wiping technique.

Once I got to the food court, I was somewhat surprised how interested mom was as I described my day. As I ate my sandwich she described how her senior class some 20 years ago left a shit tower in one stool in each of 15 or so bathrooms in the school. It must have been very well organized, but she said she had forgotten to hold her shit for school that morning. She had gone at home. Less school spirit than many of her classmates, I guess.


Matthew

An Awkward Pooping Experience I'd Rather Forget

Hi there, my name's Matthew, this is my first post on this website! Today I'm going to talk about an awkward experience I had while on a camping trip with my friends.

So I was on a camping trip with my friends Jordan and Henry. Jordan's dad was there too, since we were all 10 years old (Henry being an exception, he was 11 at the time) and needed somebody to look after us. One time after we ate our dinner, I felt the urge to take a crap. There were no toilets at the campsite and the only option was to go behind a bush or on the floor. I didn't really want to tell anyone that I needed to poop because I would only embarrass myself. I held the turd in for about 35 minutes. I was sitting in our tent alone, because Jordan, Henry and Jordan's dad were outside playing sports to pass the time. I was squirming around, trying to stop myself from crapping everywhere. Henry soon entered the tent and he noticed me squirming. He said "Matt, do you need to poop?" I hesitated and said "Yes...". He told me that there was a place at the campsite where no-one could see me do my business. I began following him to the place but halfway there, something came out of my ass. It was a huge, sloppy turd. Poop began soaking through my jeans and Henry just stared at me and he couldn't help but laugh his ass off. I kept releasing huge poops out my asshole and the occasional fart. Henry ran back to the tent, I suppose he told Jordan about my accident, and soon Jordan was also laughing his ass off while staring at my ruined jeans. That experience still haunts me to this day.


melanie
To Jasmin K:
You mentioned in some of your older posts your mother helping you poo when you were constipated up until you were about twelve.
My mother was much the same with me and would always ask me every day "When did you last poo?" or "How are your poos going?" or "How hard is your poo, melanie?" She always noticed when I started to get 'bloated' too, and knew it was time for intervention.
What did your mother do to help you poo? Mine used to rub my stomach and hold my hands but thats about it.


To jonquil
If I eat a lot of cheese I sometimes won't use the Imodium, but sometimes I take both together and then I get a really good result.


Brittany B

Couldn't Stop Farting

Hi all! Sorry I haven't posted for a few days. But I have a story from last weekend that I've been meaning to share, but I'm gonna start with replies first.

Steve A - Yeah, my university food wasn't super great either. I think it helped force anyone in the dorms who was poop shy to open up and do it though. It didn't effect me super bad, because I took a dump every day anyway, but I think my poops got noticeably messier! How many times did you have to go into the ladies room at your grocery store after a girl did a huge poop? Did it smell?

Mina - Pooping with neighbors is always fun! I just want to see what it's like when you remove the visual barriers. Hopefully one of these days something like that will happen, but my story today, I did subject some friends to my farts, as you may read!

Sarah - That was so nice of you to help your boyfriend like that. I would probably do that same in your position. I've never even gotten to see any of my boyfriends poop.

James - You are one lucky boy! Getting to see and hear 5 girls take dumps while you were camping sounds like a dream come true! Just how open were those camp toilets that you could see Kyli and Emily from your campsite?!? I've never seen such open toilets myself. Have you seen these girls poop often?

Alright, onto my story! So every other Sunday night, I get together with some friends and we play Dungeons & Dragons. It's me and my friends Jess, Sarah, and Hannah playing, and then Sarah's boyfriend Matt is the Dungeon Master.

Well last weekend, I hadn't taken a dump for about 3 days. I hated that feeling. It felt like there was a rock in my gut that just wouldn't move. So Sunday night rolls around and I gather with my friends to play, bringing snacks and some beers like I always do! I wasn't going to let this ruin my fun night with my friends. While we played, I ate snacks and drank a few beers like I always do. A few hours pass by and towards the end of the night, I feel. The mass in my gut finally fell loose and descended down towards my bowels. I felt a lot of pressure building in my butt! I couldn't get up and go though, we were in the middle of fighting a powerful demon lord! I stayed to fight, but I knew I had to relieve some pressure, so I farted, and it was LOUD. The wooden chair I was sitting on probably didn't help either haha! Everyone looked at me, Matt laughed, Jess was sitting next to me and was like "OMG Britt!" Hannah was sitting across from me and Sarah diagonally with Matt next to her at the head of the table. I laughed and apologized, explained to them that I hadn't pooped for a few days and I think it's finally ready but told them I would wait until we finished off the demon.

That battle lasted another 45 minutes! I couldn't stop farting the whole time either! Every few minutes I let out a loud fart that vibrated against the chair. The room was really starting to smell. Hannah was holding her nose the whole time! Matt asked me if I was sure I didn't want to take a break haha but I was sure. After we had finally killed the demon, I was finally going to go. Jess told me to hurry up before I blew up in my panties, and Sarah told me to try to take it easy on her toilet! I got up and went to her bathroom, which is just far enough away from her dining room/kitchen that they probably wouldn't hear me poop, unfortunately.

I got to her bathroom and pushed the door shut, but didn't latch it. I dropped my pants and panties to my knees and got nice and comfy on the toilet, I figured I'd be here for a bit! I farted loudly again, gave a push and started to push out this big crackly turd. I stopped pushing and it slid out the rest of the way on its own, landing in the toilet with a flump sound. I sighed, it felt so good to finally poop after not doing it for 3 days. I puffed out a tiny fart before another turd started to crackle its way out of my butt and flumped into the toilet as well. I felt a shift in my guts and knew I was about to bomb this toilet, so I flushed my first 2 turds down so I didn't clog Sarah's toilet. After the bowl refilled, I farted again, loud, but this one was wetter, and started to plop out some smaller, mushier turds into the bowl, 7 total. It smelled so bad, but felt so good! I sighed and plopped out another 5 messy plops before farting again. I heard a knock on the door, and Jess called out, asking if I was ok. I told her I felt amazing. She laughed, told me it really stinks and asked me if I flushed yet. I told her I had. She suggested I do it again before heading back to our other friends. I decided to take her advice and gave the toilet another flush.

I sat and relaxed for awhile. I plopped out 2 more waves of mushy poops before I felt empty. It was so relieving. I wiped my messy butt 6 times before I felt clean. I flushed the toilet one last time before pulling my panties and pants back up and rejoining my friends. Sarah asked me if I felt better after punishing her toilet. I laughed and said I did as I took my seat and started leveling up my character.

It was a great poop. I kinda wish Jess would have walked in when she came to check on me! Anyway, hope you all enjoyed! Peace!


Monday, August 06, 2018


Elphaba
The other day I visited a nearby city for the day. After having some lunch my stomach really began to hurt and I knew that I needed to get to the closest bathroom as soon as possible. So, I went into the shopping centre and just by the entrance was the loos. I was so grateful that I didn't have to search for them. I followed two other women into the ladies and when I rounded the corner I saw the most interesting bathroom setup that I had ever seen. Instead of the cubicles being on one side in a row they went all around three sides of the room. In the middle were two concrete rows with three sinks on each side and hand dryers on every end. The mirrors were on the wall with no cubicles, literally as they were floor to ceiling mirrors. The set up really took me aback and I was momentarily stumped about what cubicles were free and if none were open where the best place to queue would be. Luckily three cubicles opened up on the left-hand side and I went into the third one along which was the fifth overall. It was in the corner of the room which meant that even though the toilet was on the left-hand side wall the door was attached to the middle wall of cubicles. After locking the door I hung up my bag on the hook and went over to the toilet where I lifted up my dress and lowered my light blue panties before sitting down on the seat. I had a quick pee and then relaxed my ass. The poo just fell out of me. I immediately felt much better and stayed sitting in case there was more but after a few minutes I got up and looked in the bowl. In it I saw three long and fat dark brown turds floating on top of the water. Whist they had remained in shape I could tell that each one was made up of quite soft poo. I then remembered I was wearing a dress so hitched it right around my waist to ensure it's back didn't get marked. I also sat back down on the loo to whip hoping to avoid this (which I did). After whipping twice I was satisfied that I was clean but just to be sure I lifted up my panties and made sure they were covering my butt before letting go of my dress. Collecting my bag from the door hook I shouldered it and unlocked the door. Walking to the nearest sink I washed my hands and the walked over to one of the mirrors and debated about repowering my face but decided against it. Then I walked out of the bathroom and one to do some retail therapy.


Traveler

Always be prepared for an accident:

Today, after Church, our Church group went on bus tour to visit a historic chapel & some other sites about 2 hours drive away. So I was on the bus & this was just a school bus..so no bathroom like the tour buses have. When all of the sudden I started feeling that rumble in my gut & knew It was going to go into the runs so I got our tour organizer's attention & told her I had to go to the bathroom no. 2 & it was serious.

She said "Oh No!, I'll let the driver know right away so we can get you to a restroom!" They were not able to get me somewhere fast enough though. minutes later, I was filling my pants. I told her I did not make it & I knew others knew because of the smell. some were practically gagging! I felt terrible. Our tour guide told me that about all I could do is clean up as good as I could when we got where there was a restroom. She asked me if i had a change of clothes & no who would have thought of that for a day trip, but that would have helped immensely. I had to sit in the mess for about a half hour & even when we got to our destination, I could only clean up so much. I just spent my time on the bus in my messed clothes. the lady organizing out trip told me to not worry about being embarrassed about it because these things happen sometimes. So lesson learned, even if it's just a day trip, take a change of clothes & supplies in a little bag or carry on. nobody will think anything of it & that way, if something does happen like that, one can better deal with it.
That was the worst accident I've had. I had to wet myself a couple times in recent years & my girlfriend has had a couple wetting accidents so it does happen. She teaches 1st. & second graders in school & she gives the kids the option to have a change of clothes at school should they have an accident. she has it that only one student can be gone to the restroom at a time so they have to wait their turn. She says every year on the first day of school she tells them about the restroom policy & she said she talks to them about accidents too because sometimes it just happens. She says us adults sometimes find ourselves like the kid that just can't wait & has an oopsie, but like she says, what do you do?


german couple

pooping in nature

Since mid-June we have been wild camping across Scandinavia. We had both peed outside before but none of us had ever pooped outside. But as most sites where we have camped have had no toilet we both have had to go to the bushes to open the bowels lot of times. That is an exciting experience especially when camping at sites where other people are present! Often (in the mountains with scare vegetation) the only possibility is to go behind a rock or just down a slope, pull down and get done what has to be done --- and take the risk to be observed (which rarely, though, happens). At home going to toilet is not a topic for conversation. And the first month or so we did not touch the issue here either. We just took the roll of toilet paper and went away. But last few weeks be have started talking about it, and one morning about a week ago we even went to toilet together (which we have never done before). We were squatting side by side. (It would have been a comic view for any by-passers, (of which there was none I think.))


Tlana

Damming up with little boys watching

I've been doing more child-sitting than ever this summer and I'm making some great money for my college classes which start in a month. Recently, 6-year-old Dana was at the park with me along with his 5-year-old brother Eric. I didn't want to leave their apartment that morning because the sun went down and it looked like a storm was coming in. But they cried and without checking the weather on my phone, we walked 5 blocks down the street to the park. The boys were having fun on the gym set and the other equipment while I sat on a bench nearby and read. My bladder was hurting me worse because I made them go back home, but I forgot to sit down and take care of my need. The boys are so energetic but I knew with a couple of adult men sitting nearby smoking and playing cards and somewhat looking suspicious at us that I was going to have to take the boys into the bathroom with me. I was still searching for alternatives in my mind when I called them over and force them to go with me to the small bathroom building.

I had held my pee for so long it was a miracle that I didn't have an accident herding the boys along with me. As we were walking I told them they were going to stand in the doorway of the ladies entrance and watch the traffic on main street. I fumbled for something else for them to do and told Dana and his brother to try and count the cars rushing by. I told Eric to count the buses and trucks and it should only take me a minute to ...and Eric cut me off by calling it a wee-wee. There were 3 open toilets in this room without privacy walls or doors. Luckily no one else was in there, although one of the sinks was leaking enough to equal what would be coming out of me.

I took the toilet at the far end of the room. Because this was the ladies room, the seat wasn't wet and I dropped my jeans and thong and seated myself. About 2 minutes into my sit I became frustrated and more frustrated because I was in pain and damming up with two young boys that could get bored and cause me problems at any minute. Dana yelled in that it was starting to rain and Eric started to cry and ran into the toilets to see me in the vulnerable position after a lightning bolt and a huge boom sounded. I don't like to admit it but I get really frustrated sitting on the toilet in a public place and then damming up. Now Eric's in front of me, scared, and the electrical storm is getting worse. I had no choice but to call Dana in too because the lightning was getting bad.

The wind came up and was throwing water into the doorway. I figured I made a great decision being on the farthest toilet. Three other boys and their mother came running in. They stopped in their tracks, were very apologetic about invading my privacy, but their mom pulled down her shorts and seated herself on the first toilet. After a couple of fart blasts, she was already moving her waste into the bowl. She looked over a me and again apologized. Her boys seemed most surprised by seeing the two of us sitting on an out in the open toilet. As I grew more desperate, and I felt like my bladder was going to explode, I remembered a finger procedure my mom had taught me to do one summer under similar circumstances when our family was traveling. It worked then and it worked this time too. I sure felt relieved even though my toilet mate was still seated and splashing her crap into the bowl.

After getting off the toilet I took the boys over to the doorway where we watched the storm. A few times the wind blew large sheets of rain in on us like that which happens at the water park. Most importantly, however, I had saved my bladder from exploding.


German student (male)

Comment to German couple

I am also traveling in Scandinavien just now. Together with some friends we travel with two living in vans and we camp in the wilderniss in the woods and mountains. Just now western Norway. I have also practised pooping outdoor lots of times now and so have even all my friends. I have seen many other campers also peeing and pooping outside during our trip. It is quite simple. And not really so embarrassing as I should have reason to think. Certainly when going to toilet in the morning one tries to avoid going just where someone else is but sometimes one really do not know and may perhaps walk in on another squatting with the bottom bare. Then just smile and walk away.


constiguy

I Pooped Too

Presently I am on the pot having a big sloppy easy poo. How enjoyable. Like I said in my post early today. Would wait and see what the day brings. And it did


Constiguy

Constipation Stories and Causes

Before I begin I suggest you read Sarah's post on her b/f constipation....that is a good way of getting relief. well Done.
Now my story. Codeine and opiate pain medication can really cause constipation. Due to my medical condition I sometimes take codeine pain meds and nearly always constipation follows. In brief I get a lack of urge and then the stools may be hard or stuck way up the colon. Some time ago I had an x-ray of my ???? and the report was very heavy fecal loading throughout the colon.
Also medical conditions can have constipation as a symptom. Bowel cancer is sometimes first notices by constipation. Neurological diseases and conditions very often have constipation involved. Parkinsons Disease nearly always has constipation and that often begins before any of the usual symptoms begin.
A long time ago a medical specialist told me constipation has to be managed and laxatives, after other methods have failed is important because constipation if it goes on long enough is a serious condition.
The problem is various books and articles on pain management and chronic diseases do address constipation but only very briefly and that is not good enough.
I went to a medical help class and rather than the nurse saying who gets constipated she said does anybody not get constipated?
I am greatly in favour of enemas but hardly ever do them because I have a lack of privacy.
My most dramatic poop in a public toilet was when I had not been for some days and suddenly became desperate. There were six cubicles and I took the middle one.I was in agony with urgency but the log was big and hard....I realy pushed and grunted loudly and did I shit in great quantities!!!....I wonder what others thought but i could not care. I got the job done, well and truly!
I have had some hard situations this week and have three times been to a clinic just near where I am and sat on the toilet by the nurse...a ???? rub given first and then encouraged to poo....it works really well.
It is suprising how some encouragement and a person rubbing my lower back when tring to have a BM helps!
On that subject it is that time of the morning that I am required to sit on the throne.....will report back!
I am back...a small result...maybe better luck later today.
More next time. Both in words and poo.


melanie
I've been really constipated for the past two weeks and no matter what I do it just won't come out!
It feels really high up too, not down in my rectum where I can try to push it out, and its giving me really bad stomach pain, especially cramps. Last night, I stole some of my mothers fibre powder and stirred a tablespoon into water and also drank some olive oil with it, which tasted absolutely DISGUSTING.
I went into my room afterwards and tried to see if I could get some out before going to sleep so I laid on my bed with a towel under me, legs up and pushing, but only a hard pebble popped out. I got annoyed and went to sleep. The next morning I had really bad belly pain and felt like I needed to push to I went to the bathroom and with a lot of pushing, grunting and straining out came another pebble and a big wide log that got stuck halfway out. I think my mum knows I'm constipated too because she kept looking at my belly the other day which is very bloated.

anyway. kisses. melanie


Anna from Austria

to Jessica

Hi Jessica, glad you liked my Story. It was in Carinthia. I had no means to cover it unfourtnately. So i had to leave it the way it was.


@all I want to share I small Story I experienced a few hours ago. I was Jogging in the park when I had to pee. So headed to public bath room.

Nothing spectatular happend on my side. I just did a quick wee. When I was about to wipe. Another woman entered the stall right next to me. She pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet. Then she did the loudest poo I ever heard. with lots of load splashing farts.

It was almost like the sounds you hear in movies with toilet Humor. I am a rather load and gassy Popper myself compared to many other women but compared to this woman I am rather silent and Lady like pooper. I really wonder what she eat?

I was in rush so I listend to it only for a few seconds. I finished cleaning my front, flushed the toilet and left.

that's it for today


greetings from Austria

Anna

that


JW

Second Reply to Melanie

Melanie,

You wrote: "I also remember a lot of the time the big hard poo wasn't actually in my rectum"

I've never been aware of this or known it to happen. My constipation "symptom" has ALWAYS been the awareness of a large, hard lump at my anus. This would give me an INTENSE urge to bear down and get it out, but I could not move it, or if I did move it, it would be an extremely hard STRUGGLE. Quite often, when my Mom resorted to the enema, after 3 days, the tip would become clogged in my poop and she would have to clean it out by running water through it and then begin again. Sometimes she'd have to put her finger up there and push the poop up into me to get the enema running. Those were the worst times, because I could feel the poop being moved all along my colon and it was uncomfortable to say the least!!

To answer your second question, no Mom never attempted to rub my stomach at all, and I'm honestly not sure why. Massaging the stomach seems like a logical thing to do that I've tried often, but really doesn't do much for me. One thing I do remember is her telling me to rock back and forth to get the "enema to come down". And when the enema would begin to pour out of me she said "bear down with it, don't waste it"!

While I never liked an enema as a kid. Now they are my go-to method when I'm constipated. Its SO MUCH EASIER to get a poop out with an enema than just struggling without any help.-- JW


Jonquil

Immodium answer

I posted a few years ago that I was unusual in really enjoying being constipated. So in answer to Bk, yes several times I have taken Immodium to make myself constipated. When I decide to do this, I take one each time I wee until I have taken six in a day. If I am still able to poo the next day, then I take a further six which guarentees that I will be bunged up for a while. For me, its then a great feeling to be sat on the toilet having to push hard for ages in order to shift anything. Feeling a big log stuck inside is a curiously enjoyable feeling for me, as is the feeling of it eventually slowly escaping through a somewhat stretched butthole.
Sorry to the posters such as Abbie who are naturally constipated and would rather not be - I do love your stories, but you probably can't understand how anyone would choose to make themselves constipated!


Saturday, August 04, 2018


tracygirl

Post Title (optional)Hi All!

Hi All, I haven't been on here for a while but this morning I was SO constipated and was thinking about this site. I finally managed to push it out but it was huge. I only went one day without a push job so I didn't think I was that constipated. I could have taken my trusty Correctol last night if I knew I was going to have such a difficult time today.

Jasmin -- I always wear heels when I try for a push job too, it really helps me. I have a pair of brown high heeled platform slides that I usually wear in the bathroom, I also have a pair of brown platform clogs that I sometimes wear too.

Melanie -- I know what you mean about not wanting to grunt and make noise when you're trying to go, I hate doing my push job in a public ladie's room for just that reason. When I hear someone else in the ladie's room really grunting and straining I really feel bad for them!

Smiles, Tracy


Jessica

To Anna from Austria

Hi Anna,

I really liked your story about pooping outdoors.

May I ask you in which part of Austria (I've been there often myself) you did that poop? Did you cover it?

Greetings!


Christy

I pooped!!

It was a full four days! finally I got relief! I bought another fruit salad those things seem to be my calling when it comes to poop situations. I ate it for lunch yesterday. AND finally last night my stomach started groaning and moaning. I started finally getting some gas moving and ripping some nice ones! Just even passing gas was making me feel a bit better. And I thought that was all I was going to get was gas so i laid down and I was laying there and my stomach just kept on cramping. Then I felt that shift we all know. I hopped up waddled to the bathroom pulled everything down got situated gave a good push and a wet ripped buzzed out. After a few mins of pushing finally this hard big knobby poop came roaring out of me like a train and CLUNK to the bottom of the toilet from there my poop turned wet and mushy. I was so happy and relieved!! SO anywho! i'm back to me I believe! my butt hurts but well that tends to happen lol. MUAHH love you guys!!!


Pratik

Answer for Scooter

Scooter

If I'm working then twice a day, otherwise I usually take one shit.


Kermit

Comments and a story from a afternon in the garden

To Jasmin and all the constipated girls: I am shocked on how much preasure some parents put on their kids do to make them pool Pooing should be fun and relieving and not horror! While we still have to help our son to sit on the toilet we found out that his special seat is great so he can sit without holding himself on a grip or the toilet seat. But the gap to push the ppoo through is so smal that he had to strain alot. Now he is getting better holding himself on a normal seat with some support from us and he has to strain much less and is done more quickly - hopefully pooping is fun and relieving for him. Background he is using a wheel chair and the cerebral paresis needs some physical help.

Now onto the story: Today I spent the afternoon with my family in a garden of some friends. They have no real toilet only a camping toilet with a plastic bag for the girls. We, the men, ar supposed to pee against some bushes or the hedge. When they celebrate some kids birthday they let them pee in to the toilet and dump the collected pee etc. at the end.

Fortunately I only had to pee but that quite often. I used the chance to make some hitting and aiming practice when wetting the hedge. Eventually my wife also had to pee and asked her friend where to go. She was directed to the same spot only squatting on the ground and peeing through her bathin suite. She was happy that she didn't had to use the strange toilet while I would have used it when possible.

Kermit


Ronette

I don't like my back to school surprise

The other day my school's marching band had a mandatory meeting. So most of us went to school for the first time since May. We, especially me, had a big surprise. All of the bathrooms have been redone. The smaller ones with 10 to 12 toilets that I used last year have been expanded with a wall knocked out and I counted like 35 toilets in each room. The space in the partitions seem to be smaller and closer together So there is less privacy. For example, my friend Becca peed next to me and the metal separating us only went up to her chest. The privacy door is like half size. I could see part of the heads of those waiting for my toilet as I sat. That makes me kind of uncomfortable. Becca texted me from her toilet to tell me look at the toilet paper. I thought What! The normal rolls have been taken out. Instead there are these plastic holders with stacks of these little pieces of toilet paper already cut and folded. Becca writes for the school paper and she said the school district is trying to win some type of green environmental award for making the changes. She used her left foot to slide 2 $1 bills my way because I was finishing up and she was starting to crap some. When I reached down to pick up the money I would buy the pop with, I got surprised by a huge explosion of swish under me which not only splashed my butt and inner legs, but could have scared any shit out of me. Worse yet now these toilets have an auto-flush. That alone probably scared a pound or 2 off my 130 pound body.


Wednesday, August 01, 2018


melanie
I've been really constipated for the past two weeks and no matter what I do it just won't come out!
It feels really high up too, not down in my rectum where I can try to push it out, and its giving me really bad stomach pain, especially cramps. Last night, I stole some of my mothers fibre powder and stirred a tablespoon into water and also drank some olive oil with it, which tasted absolutely DISGUSTING.
I went into my room afterwards and tried to see if I could get some out before going to sleep so I laid on my bed with a towel under me, legs up and pushing, but only a hard pebble popped out. I got annoyed and went to sleep. The next morning I had really bad belly pain and felt like I needed to push to I went to the bathroom and with a lot of pushing, grunting and straining out came another pebble and a big wide log that got stuck halfway out. I think my mum knows I'm constipated too because she kept looking at my belly the other day which is very bloated.

anyway. kisses. melanie


melanie

Reply to JW

I can only remember pushing my hands into my belly while I pushed to try and help it come out. I thought this would help because my mother used to rub my stomach, yet most of the time all this achieved was getting a lot of gas out and me being very embarrassed. I can remember pushing, grunting and straining a lot. I also remember a lot of the time the big hard poo wasn't actually in my rectum, it was still in my colon, too big and hard to push its way down. Do you ever remember this?
Did your mother ever rub your stomach for you?

Love, melanie


german couple

pooping in nature

Since mid-June we have been wild camping across Scandinavia. We had both peed outside before but none of us had ever pooped outside. But as most sites where we have camped have had no toilet we both have had to go to the bushes to open the bowels lot of times. That is an exciting experience especially when camping at sites where other people are present! Often (in the mountains with scare vegetation) the only possibility is to go behind a rock or just down a slope, pull down and get done what has to be done --- and take the risk to be observed (which rarely, though, happens). At home going to toilet is not a topic for conversation. And the first month or so we did not touch the issue here either. We just took the roll of toilet paper and went away. But last few weeks be have started talking about it, and one morning about a week ago we even went to toilet together (which we have never done before). We were squatting side by side. (It would have been a comic view for any by-passers, (of which there was none I think.))


Scooter
Question: How many times per day do you need to have a bowel movement?


JW

Reply to melanie

We must be soul mates or something!! You wrote: "I always felt like I only wanted to give it half my effort because I didn't want to grunt."
Oh my Yes!!! I remember wanting to go SO BADLY sometimes but I wouldn't push hard enough to get it out because I KNEW I'd end up grunting if I did.
I know I was constipated a lot as a kid but I can't really think of any one time that stands out. When my father finally put a stop to my mother watching me go, I remember doing a LOT of struggling on the toilet to avoid an enema. I do remember a few times when I'd manage to force a turd half way out and it would get stuck. Mom would put Vaseline on her fingers and dig it out of me.
After three days of not going, she'd often lay the enema bag out on the bathroom vanity and tell me I had "fifteen minutes so get to work".
I used to use a potty chair when I was little and once I remember the poop being so long that it hit the bottom of the potty, no matter how hard I pushed I couldn't get the end out of me. Mom came and lifted me up to see what the problem was. The poop passed the rest of the way out and it was SO LONG that part of it landed on the seat. That was the last time I used the potty.
I actually missed using the potty for a long time. I used to push against the floor with my feet when I had to bear down hard. Sitting on the toilet, at that age my feet didn't reach the floor, I think it made my constipation worse.
Do you remember doing anything, when you were alone, to help the poop come out? I used to coat my finger with soap and put that up myself, it seemed to me me bear down all the harder.-- JW


Adrian

Monday Replies

Anna from Austria. Although I've often peed out in the open, I've never done a poo 'in nature' and it must have been quite an interesting experience. If one goers back to primitive - or even medieval times - I expect it wasn't uncommon though or even the default way of handling bowel movements.

Monika. I'm no expert on male poop scenes in films but I have consulted a friend, Adam, who is far more knowledgeable about such matters and graciously given me permission to share his suggestions which include:

'Henry Fool', 'I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell', 'The Other Woman', 'A Million Ways to Die in the West, 'White Chicks', 'Little Man', 'Movie 43', ''The Inbetweeners Movie' (and the original TV series), 'Along Came Polly'. All have scenes with audible - occasionally visible male shitting. Some of these are pretty famous though.
Oh, and 'Scary Movie 2'. A film on Netflix called 'American Beach House' that has a laxative scene. Also scene from 'They Came Together' where a guy at a fancy dress party retreats to the restroom, but finds he can't take off his superhero costume. He grows increasingly desperate for a poo until he just can't hold on anymore. Hope that helps.


James
I remember after I graduated high school me and a bunch of decided to go on a camping trip as a big summer blowout before we all went off to college later in the fall. It was me, my child friend Jake, Ryan, Matt, and Tommy and a few of the girls we knew Kyli, Emily, Jenny and Savannah and Riley, we also invited to come along. We went to very well known area in the northern half of the state (location and state will remain nameless) and it had a big body of water so Jake brought his parents boat up so we could go boating on the water.We had life Jackets and all. We brought up the BBQ and all camping gear as well like Tent's to sleep in and all equipment to use for eating, making a fire and cooking. We also had our own food and since the camp site had an area with 2 toilets which was a little covered area with a roof and ya walked in to see 2 toilets and it had a sign to pull accross that said Occupied. We Also brought along a canopy tent and set up 2 to toilets in there as well. The camp site toilets had sinks on the outside.

We got everything set up for camp and got food cooking for lunch since we left early in the morning to get a early start to get to the campsite. After we we're done eating while all of the guys were getting the boat ready to take down to the water a few of the girls were helping clean up after we had lunch and then Savannah went over to the toiletries bag and grabbed a roll of toilet paper and said I'll be in the bathroom. All these girls aren't shy about there bathroom habits.

Savannah headed towards the canopy with the toilets we set up, She has on her tan cargo pants and a blue t shirt. Her pants the back is loose you could see her girls briefs that had blue polka dots. She went to the canopy and unzipped it.the canopy has a zipper on the entry and screens around the outside so you can see who's in there. She pulled her pants down and just sat there then Riley said she would go to the toilet she unzipped the canopy and you could age Savannah with her pants around her ankles and a crumpled up piece of toilet paper in her hand. Riley had on a similar out fit with tighty whites on. You could see under the canopy she had everything bunched up below her knees. A while later Savannah you could see wipe then she finished up. As she came out You could see Riley pulling her pants to her ankles and spread to clean up. A few minutes later Riley comes out pulling up and adjusting her underwear and pulls up her pants.

After that Kyli and Emily went to the camp toilets and Jenny went to the canopy. Jenny was in the canopy with her shorts and red underwear down and she was farting up a storm. Then she wiped and was finished.the camp toilets you could see everything in broad daylight. Kyli and Emily both had there panties down both were White panties with stripes. They both were pooping because you could hear noises and the then while one sat to clean up the other was standing up pulling apart her butt cheeks to wipe and clean up. They both were walking out pulling up there underwear and adjusting it before pulling up there pants.

We packed more toiletries for the boat ride because there are areas to park to use the toilets. All of us guys are good as far as bathroom breaka but the girls all mentioned to us it's that time of the month so we came prepared. We loaded up the boat after everyone was finished using the bathroom and we're off for the afternoon on our boat ride.


Jasmin K

Constipation due to hot weather and Mums

Hi All, first my latest poo then comments for Abbie, Melanie and Jw

I've been having a lot of trouble doing a decent poo - seems worse in this hot weather, my fluid intake has not been great but it's like a catch 22 situation. When I'm constipated for a few days I get bladder problems and get damp knickers and sometimes wet my bed, so I tend not to drink a lot of water to minimise wetting. I don't know if it's just the amount of rock hard poo in me pressing on my bladder or the excessive straining to try to poo that causes it.
Hi Abbie - it seems that hot weather may cause it to be harder to poo, sorry to read your having trouble again. A couple of my best friends have said they too have constipation in hot weather.

I managed a decent poo this morning having not managed more than a few peanut sized pebbles over the last few days. My morning pre work toilet sits have been a waste of time when after 1/2'and hour of hard straining only dropping a few pebbles and getting all hot and bothered so getting off the toilet still with a full aching belly not to mention a sore bum and soiling my knickers during the day.
This morning as it was so much cooler I decided I was going to poo whatever it takes so after breakfast I went and changed my bed and got ready for a long toilet session whilst my sister had her morning poo with Mum going in and out the bathroom telling her to strain harder and hurry up.
When they went out I went to the bathroom, I had put on my high heeled strappy shoes as I can push and strain harder if my legs are raised, I put my bag of chocolate pieces on the side and turned in front of the toilet raised my skirt and sat. I had my iPad with me and had intended to read emails Facebook etc and build up to pushing hard but decided just to grunt and strain as hard as I could straight off. I push as hard as I could sending a forceful jet of pee loudly into the bowl. The next push dropped 1 pebble, I reached into the cupboard thing that is near the toilet and has loo rolls etc in it along with pads, knickers etc and the collendar thing that my mum used to put in the bowl when we were younger to see what poo we did. I put it in the bowl as I wanted to see what came out. I strained down as hard as I could and several pebbles dropped and as I strained again I could feel how large this solid poo was as my bum bulged down and swelled. I felt under me as I strained and could feel it poking out but going back in as I stopped pushing. It took several massively hard pushes and strains to get it sticking out past the point of no return and then another hard push and it dropped. My bum still felt full so I kept straining and after several very hard pushes in the next 10 minutes another piece started to stretch me open and edge out with each push. Eventually a knobbly hard log came out making me very sore, then some more bits and chunks and another formed log. I wiped but it was quite clean and then stood and check the colander contents, lots of peanut issued pebbles, 2 bigger lumps and a knobbly log about 8 inches and fat made up of chunks stuck together and a different shades along its length and a light brown log smooth about 6 inches. I tipped the contents into the bowl and flushed thinking not a bad amount for 1'and 1/2 hour on the toilet.

Melanie and JW
Yes when I was younger my mum used to come in the bathroom and stay there whilst I was trying to poo. Like you my mum didn't believe in laxatives and she didn't do enemas, it was a case of strain or push hard enough to force it out. I suppose I had sit times as well in that I was made to sit on the toilet every day, constipated or not and had to sit there straining untill I did a poo. Even when I didn't feel I needed a poo I had to strain untill I made some come out. This was after breakfast every morning the only variation being on school mornings it was for about 1/2 hour, on those mornings my mum would say - come on Jasmin it's time to sit on the toilet and would take me into the bathroom, tell me to hold my skirt up whilst she pulled my knickers down and then tell me to sit. She would sit on the side of the bath whilst I was pushing and straining and from time to time would check under me as I pushed to feel if any poo was coming out. My mum wasn't bothered about hemroids or piles as she calls them either, many times I strained so hard my bum would bleed but if I hadn't done any poo she would say keep straining Jasmin. On days when I did a decent morning poo that was it untill next morning, if I didn't do any or not much I had to go after dinner that evening and stay there untill I did it. If I was really constipated and couldn't do anything after like 2'hours I could get off but got into serious trouble and was punished. If after 3'days of not pooing or had dirtied my pants a lot I was kept off school and had to stay on the toilet untill I did it.
On non school mornings I had to stay on the toilet untill i did it - no exceptions. Being made to go went on untill I was 12 and 1/2 and occasionally if I dirtied my knickers after that. When I turned 13' she accepted me going on the toilet at school which I did every morning.
The same procedure was used for my older and younger sister and my older sister makes her kids go the same way..

JW. My mum did demonstrate how to push/ Strain by making us watch her.i also remember as a pre schooler being made to stand in the bathroom,when my older sister was sitting on the toilet, watching and hearing her pushing and straining and being admonished for not doing it hard enough. I also recall her doing it in her pants at home and at school several times and stating that she didn't need to sit on the toilet, which made no difference as she was punished for her pants and then made to sit on the toilet untill she did some more to teach her where she should poo.
Bye for now
Jasmin X


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Anna From Austria great story about your poop outside.

To: Christy it sounds like you learned something new the hard way at least now you know.

To: Mina I look to reading your story about your guys outside poops.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Dayna

Train Poop

Hiya! I'm currently vacationing in Alaska with friends and I had a short poo story! We took a train up from Skagway up through the mountains, it was around a 2 hour trip and as beautiful as it was, I was busting for a poo. There was a small restroom near the front of the train car and I hurried inside and locked the door. The ride was bumpy, but I sat down and started farting a lot (thank god that the train was so loud!) and pushed out a dark brown ~8 inch log that smelled very strong. There wasn't any water in the bowl, just bunches of pee-soaked TP from previous users, so my load kind of just sat on top in open air and stank up the small room! The flushing mechanism on the toilet was this horizontal pump lever-- you just hand-pump the water into the toilet to flush down the waste. I thought it was cool, so I flushed everything down then exited. The ride was much more enjoyable without my constant fidgeting!

I'll have a bigger post compiling all the weird bathroom-related things I've done/observed on my Alaska trip. And onto some replies...

To Becc: I loooved your camp story by the way! It's so cute to hear about us girls starting to find themselves! Your library story was also wonderful.

To Mina: I adore the closeness between you and your friends that you're able to freely buddy dump with them!

~Dayna


Sarah

Boyfriends giant poop

Hi im sarah, i have a story from last weekend about my boyfriend. He had just gotten home from a week long business trip, and he didnt poop for the entire week which he said was probably from the high stress meetings, and a very unbalanced diet. He arrived home late friday night. We hungout and watched a couple movies. The next day nothing seemed wrong and he didnt let on that he hadnt pooped in a week. After dinner that night he announced he had to go to the bathroom and got up and went into the bathroom. Were pretty open with each other and have seen each other poop before so i thought nothing of this. I cleaned up from dinner and did the dishes when i realized my bf was still in the bathroom. I went to investigate and found him still on the toilet. I asked if he was ok and thats when he told me he hadnt gone poop on the entire trip, and was having a very tough time going. He said his poop felt huge and dry and not much had come out yet. He leaned forward and i looked into the toilet and saw about a dozen big half dollar sized "marbles". He told me i could stay with him if i wanted and i said of course. He started pushing again and after a SUBSTANTIAL amount of pushing and trying really hard he said it wouldnt come out. He got up and wiped and took a break. We went back to the toilet about 15 minutes later and he started working again with me sitting on his lap and encouraging him. He was practically whimpering in pain after every push so i knew it had to hurt and be huge. After awhile of this his poop still wasnt budging so i told him i was going to the store for a suppository since there was no way he was pushing this out on his own. He reluctantly agreed. I went to get the suppository and as luck would have it (as if my bf wasnt uncomfortable enough in this situation) i ran into 3 of my girlfriends at the store. They of course saw what i was buying and inquired. I told them the truth and they all felt bad for my bf but told me to let them know how it works out... I came home a little later and found him in the tub, he said hopefully it would relax him enough and help things "stretch out" down there. I gave him the suppository and he kinda got into a squat in the tub and inserted it. I grabbed a glass of wine and hopped in the tub with him. We waited quite awhile when he said the urge was getting stronger. I suggested that he just stay in the tub and start pushing as it may help. He was hesitant at first but agreed. He moved into a squat position and i helped hold him up and spread his butt cheeks a little. I told him to push and he did slowly at first because it was so big. I snuck a peek and saw his anus stretching open and my goodness his poop was really thick and wide. After each push it would suck back in, but after a few minutes of this the monster began to slowly come out with me encouraging him and rubbing his back and butt. It seriously was as wide as a can of axe body spray. He took his time and about 10 minutes later he pushed it out. It was about 18 inches long. He pushed again and i could still see more inside of him. He strained again and pushed out 3 pieces that were thick as shot glasses but only about 4 inches long each. He sighed and pushed some more and said he felt done. He got out of the tub and wiped and dried off. I got some old garden gloves and placed his poop in a plastic bag. I snuck a couple quick pictures along with the marbles in the toilet and sent the results to my girlfriends, making them promise to never tell him or anyone, and if they did, they would have to poop in front of me and my bf! I flushed the toilet and took the plastic bag to the dumpster. My boyfriend pooped again the next morning and i sat next to him in case he had trouble but he really didnt. It was another few marbles, shot glass like turds, and a "regular?" 12 inch log that was about 2 inches thick. I snuck another picture for my friends of his "constipation aftermath" and flushed. I told my bf he could watch me go the next couple times it would make him feel better...i have a feeling this may become a more regular thing between us now lol. Ill post updates or if my friends share the secret. Anyone else have any good constipation stories about their s/o?? Let me know! Bye everyone and sorry for the long post!


yConstiguy

Mothe Knows Best

As a child and a teenager...except for maybe once I can never remember being constipated. In fact, I was very regular. How times have changed!!!
Anyway, back to the subject. It was when I was about 14...just after Christmas and New Year...i was getting tired and had some head aches and felt sluggish...Mother decided that I was constipated but I thought not. At night she gave me a dose of Agarol which is an imulsive laxative. The next morning I was on the pot three times in quick succession blasting liquid shit from my hole. I thought it was over so we went shopping which to me was the most boring thing ever and to buy school uniforms. We had just purchased same and Mum shoved into my hand some toilet parer and pointed to the public toilets and told me to "go" Dutifully I went even though I felt I did not need to...I took a seat after closing the door of course and gave a push and out it came ..another brown thick smelly gross torrent!
That was it for the day but next morning I had another gusher. I have to say I did feel much better after that.
Since then I have had a few medical procedures over the years which require a good clean out and I always feel better for it.

To JW you have referred to enemas as a child ....could you describe them in some detail because I find them beneficial and would be keen to have more information.

To those that poop in nature...I have done it so many times without problem and enjoy it even though I have not done it for years.

As for me presently I have been going regularly.


Curious Cody

Friday night at Wal-Mart

Last night me and my girlfriend went to Wal-Mart to do some major shopping. We knew we were going to be there 2 or 3 hours because we had both got paid and we needed to buy a lot of stuff. So we stopped at the snack bar there, filled up on pizza and sodas and Jeci jumped up and said the crap she had been waiting for all day was coming. She is taking summer classes in college and gets really frustrated finding a bathroom, often waiting for a toilet, then sitting down and not being able to deliver the goods. When she was younger she was made fun of by some other students when that happened. So she comes back to our booth after about 5 minutes halfway dancing she felt so good. As evidence, she said she had depleted all all the tp in her stall. She's good at impromptu debate so I asked her what she would tell the next person who will use the toilet and she tried to be cute. Get this. Jeci said if the person was smart, observant, and then another big word I can't even pronounce, they would take one of the stupid seat papers off the rack on the wall, and tear it up and use the smaller pieces for wiping. That made some sense to me and I hate those things too because until my dad interceded at about age 9, my mom continued to require me to go into the ladies room with her and she would make me take one of those dumb sheets down, unfold it, and place it over the seat. Often this was when I was already greatly embarrassed for being where I was and trying to hold in my crap until the seat was properly prepared for me. Jeci's mom never made her use the dumb paper covers and both me and her never hear someone pull one of the covers off before they plop down on the seat. Ironically, a couple of hours later while Jeci and I were in the garden department, I excused myself. This was also a shit I had overlooked doing earlier in the day. I got into the bathroom, claimed the 7th stall, did someone else's job of flushing the bowl, and then I situated myself to cleanse my bowels. There were 3 pieces, each about half as long as a banana. Then I decided to prove myself worthy of brilliance by pulling one of the seat covers down, dividing it into 5 pieces, and saving the toilet paper for the next guy. I didn't think it worked that bad. Actually, I was kind of pleased. But when I got home I had a 1 1/2 inch in my pin-stripped boxers. I remember telling Jeci about it later. She said I needed to slow down and wipe with greater 'precision.' So next time I'm thinking of letting me inspect her underwear after a big crap away from home. I'm not convinced she has the 'precision' she thinks she has.


Monday, July 30, 2018


Shakespearean

I translate some stories into Shakespearan! Enjoy!

From Ephermal Page 447

Translation:
The present day wast an int'resting day f'r me. I cameth in from classes and nay anon'r than i hadst did start mine own studying at which hour mine own stomach beganeth to did hurt. I wenteth to bathroom and a bawbling pile of dram droplet-turds (between 1/2 and 1 inch sph'res). I has't been having v'ry bawbling dumps f'r the past couple of weeks, so this wouldst has't been quaint n'rmal. Again, i did start studying and aft'r a dram did bite mine own stomach did hurt very much lacking valor. I did hold in the fart afraid t might not beest just a fart and did race down to the bathroom. Well, t wast only a huge (dry) fart (i wast so fain nay one else wast in the bathroom). I hath felt liketh i hadst a huge poop, but couldst only passeth a couple m're droplets. Concluded, be it, i wenteth backeth up to mine own cubiculo and mine own stomach wast beginning to very much did hurt, so i did hold off as longeth as i possibly couldst, not wanting to taketh the timeth hence from mine own studying, and finally wenteth down to the bathroom again. This timeth i passeth a did bite of mush (not diahrea but v'ry soft poop) and one v'ry longeth and v'ry soft piece. A! ll of this wast a lighteth brown as did compare to the dark'r brown of the droplets. Aft'r yond i hath felt a lot bett'r. T's not usual f'r me to has't such soft shits eith'r. Oh, yond lasteth loadeth smell'd very much lacking valor so i flush'd t apace. I hath felt liketh i hadst m're to doth, but nothing wouldst cometh out so i wip'd and flush'd again. And i at each moment, at each moment, at each moment without faileth washeth mine own hands aft'r using the toilet.


Sheelee

Children in downtown mall bathrooms

Our city's downtown mall is an attractive place for people of all ages in both day and evening hours. My Darcee, who is 8, and her brother Kellan, who is 10, just love the time we spend down there. Kellan would watch the teenage boys skating in the skate park, which includes some very challenging curves and dives, all day if I would let him. On the other side of the fence Darcee loves using the best playground in our city, playing with some of the dogs in the dog park, and of course feeding the ducks in the lagoon. And there are the food trucks and lots of artists around the tables. The problem is there is only one public bathroom building there. Its too small for when school's out in the summer and it gets filthy after just a few hours of use each day. All the vandalism, not to mention evidence dumped after drug use by those living on the street, is another story.

On each side of the building, there are 4 toilets. All are wide open. There are two sinks but with the age of the place, widespread abuse and criminal stuff I don't see it changing anytime soon. When I took Darcee in--something she hates because she's allowed to go in alone in most other places--2 of the toilets were minus seats. One of the sinks had been busted off the wall. By the time her turn for the toilet finally came, she both peed and crapped. Only problem was the toilet paper had just run out. So I ran out, asked Kellan to into the guys and bring some. The guys room was out of toilet paper but he wisely took down a couple of those brown paper towels to help save the day for his sister.

Unfortunately, I had to use the facilities twice. One pee and one BM and I loathed sitting on that toilet. So much so that as soon as we got home, I made Darcee bathe herself and then I showered before dinner.

There has to be a better way in cities with such great malls and attractions. What the kids and I experience is not very attractive!


Anna from Austria

unexpected poo in the natur

Last monday I was on a Business trip with my co worker, Martina. While driving on the Highway I felt to urge to go to the toilet. So we stopped at the next rest stop. Unfortunately the toilet was looked. So I had no choice to go behind the bushes. At first I went back to the car to get some tissue and inform Martina about the Situation.She just giggled and said ok, I wait in the car.

So I headed to the next bush. i needed to do both Things, but the urge for the number 2, was not strong. I only had to pee very bad. I really though I could just do my wee and do the number at real toilet.

I was wrong though. As i said i headed into a bush, pulled down my pants and my panties, and squatted down. I started to do pee quite forcefully. But while weening I could feel that my anus started to open as well, a big log started to come out.Now it hit the ground quite load. Now it was too late wait. So decided to finish my poo because there is no Point in Holding the rest. I stared to push, and after some load farts i did another log. Then I was done. I started to wipe. Then I left and headed back to the car.

Martina asked why it took so Long. I just said that i was hard to find a good spot. Then we left.

It was quite embarrasing but also interesting to do it in the nature.

That's it for today.

Greetings from Austria

Anna


Steve A

Bathroom Cleaning at Work

Now, I don't mind cleaning the bathrooms because the public toilets in our grocery store are pretty easy to deal with. After restocking the paper towels and TP, I wipe off the top of the toilet seats, mop the floor, and then spray some air freshener to finish the job. But, today was a little different:

When I entered the single stall in the men's room, someone pooped on the floor and tried to cover it up with TP. Even though it was an easy clean-up for me with some extra TP and gloves, I still wonder why they didn't bother to clean up after themselves?

Then, I had to deal with a clogged toilet in the women's room. I tried to flush it at first, but a little water overflowed, so I had to unclog it.

I also have to wait when women go in and out of the bathroom for respect & privacy reasons, which is no problem for me at all:

So then, this dad slightly opened the door and called out his daughter and joked: "You should save the "bigger ones" for home instead."

However, it makes me wonder why some people treat public toilets so poorly. Do they just not care because it's not their own private toilet at home? Are some of them pranking us, or is it just overall laziness?


Abbie

Last weekend part 1

Hi everyone, Lucys cousin Lydia stayed over again last Friday night to celebrate the end of term and the start of the summer hols, this time she asked if she could bring a friend of hers (Annabelle) and Lucy said that was no problem. Like before Lucy had to work late so I said I'd meet Lydia and Annabelle at the bus stop, they were coming straight from school. I had a slight need for a wee before I left but I didn't want to be late so I decided I'd use the loo when I got back. When I got to the main road the traffic was really bad and I had to wait ages for the bus to arrive, by which point my slight need had turned into a major one! Eventually the bus came and Lydia and Annabelle got off, they were both moaning that they'd been stuck in traffic for ever and were really hot and uncomfortable. As we were walking along the road towards my turning my bladder was getting fuller and fuller and I knew I'd never make it home without at least letting some spurts go into my knickers, so I was just about to put myself through the embarassment of admitting to the other two that I was desperate for a wee and would have to go outside on the way back when suddenly Lydia said, "Abbie, I need a wee soooo bad, I don't think I'm gonna make it to your house!" "Yeah, I'm bursting too!" Annabelle said. "Well that makes three of us then, I'm desperate to have a wee as well!" I replied. I thought quickly- it would take too long to walk back into town, so I said, "If we turn off here theres a field with some trees a couple of minutes walk away, I hope you don't mind having a wee outside!"
"Well I've got no choice, its either that or I'll wet my pants!" replied Annabelle. We turned off down a lane and crossed a stile on the side to enter a small field, there were some trees at the far end. Annabelle and Lydia hurried towards the trees, Lydia was biting her bottom lip and looking like she might not make it. "Oh my God, I can't hold it much longer, I'm gonna wee myself any second!" she said. As we entered the trees the girls both dumped their school bags on the ground, Lydia said "Sorry but I'm just gonna take my skirt and pants off completely, that way I won't get them wet!" and with that she unzipped her skirt. I could see Annabelle hesitating and looking awkward, she said, "I don't mind having a wee in front of you two but what if some farmer comes along and sees us?" By now Lydia had pulled down her skirt and stepped out of it, she was wearing white cotton full fitting knickers which were stuck up her bum.
"Well he'll probably be more embarrased than us!" she said.
"Its all right for you, your such an exhibitionist!" replied Annabelle, and turning to me she said, "She slept round mine last weekend and when she needed the loo before we went to bed I had to stop her walking across the landing in her pants, she didn't even have a bra on!" Lydia pulled down her knickers and said, "Well now I haven't got any pants on!!" She took off her knickers and hung them and her skirt on a branch before squatting down and moaning with relief as a loud stream spurted down into the dry soil. Annabelle was still looking really embarassed so to help her I lifted my dress, dropped my pink and blue stripey knickers and squatted, I moaned as my bladder started to empty. Seeing both of us in full flow seemed to give Annabelle the boost she needed, she unzipped her skirt and took it off completely like Lydia had done. She was wearing a tight pair of pale blue knickers with pink edging, blushing she eased them down over her bum and let them fall around her ankles before kicking them over to her skirt, as Lydias and my streams started to slow down Annabelle squatted and unleashed a stream every bit as strong as we just had! Lydia eventually stopped after a couple of final spurts, she said, "Hang on, I've got some tissues we can wipe with," and she reached across for her bag and dragged it towards her. She passed a tissue to me and Annabelle, took one for herself and wiped her front, and then put her knickers and skirt back on and sat on a tree stump waiting for us to finish. I was next to be done, I wiped, pulled up my knickers and let down my skirt, and a few seconds later Annabelle's stream dribbled to a stop. She wiped and then leant forward to pick up her knickers and skirt and I noticed the marks the elastic of her knickers had made on her bum and thighs, she quickly got dressed and then we started to make our way out of the copse. We had only gone a few steps when Annabelle suddenly squealed and said, "Oh God, I think I've literally got ants in my pants!!" She unzipped her skirt again and let it fall to her feet and tugged her knickers down to her knees, sure enough she found a couple of ants inside them which she brushed out before getting dressed again, in the meantime Lydia and I couldn't help laughing much to Annabelle's annoyance. She said, "I can't believe I've had to get undressed twice now, hopefully I'll manage to keep my pants on until we get to your house Abbie!" We made it back home without any more 'incidents' and went up to my room so Lydia and Annabelle could get changed. There are some more stories from the weekend but I'm running out of time now so I'll share them in my next post, I hope you enjoyed this story, bye for now!


Monika

Male Toilet Scenes

I might have already posted this but,

When looked ng for movie toilet scenes in this forum, the most I found were female. The male ones were well-known like Van Wilser, American Pie, and Dumb and Dumber.

Does anyone know of an unknown poop scene? If so please tell me and, if you can, the time stamp and/or actor/character.

A few examples of what I'm looking for are:
- Dustin Mulligan in Me Him Her
- Brendan Fehr in The Long Weekend
- Ryan Reynolds in The Change Up
- Bret Harrison in Mardi Gras: Spring Break


Tv scenes are also welcome but please include episode number and season.


Adrian
Christy. Sorry to hear about your constipation and I hope it's soon relieved. Not doing anything for three days may be unusual for you but it's not uncommon amongst the population as a whole and I would try not to worry about it. Prune juice should help but if that doesn't work plenty of hot drinks such as tea and coffee should do the job combined with vegetables (brussel sprouts are especially good) and exercise in the form of brisk walking. Licorice products such as Pontefract Cakes are also good for shifting constipation.

JOHN B. Hi mate. It's good to see you here. Like you I too remember Jemma and I think she probably still posts occasionally. I don't post as often as I would like but that's because life unfortunately has a habit of getting in the way.


European student
I am just about to return from over three weeks with hiking and canoeing in Sweden. It has been a very nice, but also challenging time with lots of new experiences. Of the very new experiences to me was going to toilet in the nature. Yes, just go away into the woods or behind som big rock, pull down, squat and let go! Mostly we had to do it this way because there was no toilet to visit. The first times I felt very vulnerable when doing it, but I soon got used to it. And I guess that all others also did. It never went out to be a topic for discussion, but nobody had another choice. Especially in the morning and just after lunch I saw many others walking away alone. And when going into the woods at these times one often could spot others squatting with a bare bum behind some bush or a stone! Luckily I was not walked directly in on, but I think others also spotted me at some occasions. Once I walked in on one of the men when he was squatting and just in the process of wiping. I think we both became somewhat embarrassed, but he was not one of my group, luckily. I was told that many (most?) people of the Nordic countries are used to outdoor life and that most of them knows how to go to toilet when outside even as a child. Not so in my country, I have only peed outside a few times before, and never before pooped.


Surfer
Toilet issues seem to be quite common among persons searching for surfing adventures at remote beaches. I have been surfing for some weeks in northern parts of Norway, mostly wild camping at sites without any toilet. I have taken my dumps in the bushes, and for sure I have not been the only one. I have seen many others squatting trying to find some privacy behind some bush or stones or just down in a dip or a slope in the terrain. I guess that most feel it a bit embarrassing but having no other choise it can not be avioded. It is quite embarrassing not only to be caught short, but even to walk in on some of your friends squatting with a bare bum. If anyone still should be in doubt, I can assure that men as well as women, young and mature, Scandinavian, German, Dutch, British +++, we all have the same needs. And not least what comes out is quite similar. Some squat well down, others just bend forward, some seem quite stressed squatting tip toeing, others seem more relaxed in a flat sole position. Early mornings seem to be the preferred time to get it done. Nobody speaks about it. It is just something that has to be done. And it apprears to be an unwritten rule that it should not be commented or touched afterwards if "a close encounter" has ocurred out there in the wilderness.


Friday, July 27, 2018


Christy

Constipated.

Hi, Everyone it's me again. This time though no pooping. Literally can't budge. It's been going on for about three days. I've tried prune juice it was my moms idea. And that thus far has just made me lay these awful smelling farts all night. I noticed yesterday my Stomach is starting to pooch out. I've tried going before work. I've tried going after work each time to no avail. And other than when I was around 14 or 15 this is the only other time I've known of getting constipated. And back then mom gave me a good dose of Milk of Mag. And Let me tell you all. That was when I learned of the term don't trust a fart. Me tonight while writing this has thinking about that back then. When I learned my lesson just feels different. Back then I was in the living room sitting on the couch my sister was at the other end. And my stomach just kept groaning and I could tell things were shifting but suddenly I felt like I could pass gas. So discreetly I shifted and lifted my right cheek up just a bit and gave a push. It was like a dam broke loose. I gasped softly felt my face just go flush and it felt like a warm liquid was poured into my jeans. SO I just tried to play it off and leaned forward and said. "I'm going to the bathroom". And I got up and It just kept on coming out when I stood up. That was when I made the waddle of shame. and ALl I heard from behind me was my sister blare out in laughter. Found out when I got to the bathroom and took my jeans off. I made quite the mess. And I remember that night having to run back and forth to the bathroom a few times. didn't make another mess though. NOW in the present day. Sitting here wondering if that is kind of how it's going to be with just prune juice. I don't know. if all else fails i'll do the Milk of Mag again. OH and by the way that stuff is like drinking liquid chalk! But i'll leave this here. A story from back then and my situation as of tonight. Thanks guys!!


Martin

Van camping

To Yvonne: I am also van camping this summer. I have had to go in the bushes several times. In the beginning it was somewhat embarrassing, but now it is OK. Mostly uncomplicated but sometimes risking that others come by. It has happened a couple of times, but then they just turn and go away. I have also seen some others squatting, both men and women. I think it is quite common.


AJV

Gent Feest = Street Peeing & Worse

Here in Belgium we have the annual Gent Feest 10 days on non stop festivals in the lovely city
Toilets are provided free of charge but the ladies tend to shut down from 3 am & with the party going till around 10 am leaves the ladies with only cafes to use which at this time are very few & far between

So with no options & by this hour many drunken heads taking a pee between cars or down alleys becomes the norm for the ladies & for some reason the Belgian girls are not very shy it seems !

Many sightings of girls sitting on the pavement peeing into the gutter & apologizing as you pass for there actions ........


Ellison

Disastrous bike ride

More than 20 years ago when I was like 12 I spent much of the summer doing things with Seth, who was one year ahead of me in middle school. We'd go swimming together most every day, ride our bikes (many times much farther than our parents would have approved) and out of boredom we became more adventurous. Well this one day it was a little to cool out for the pools to be open so Seth came over on his bike and suggested we take a little longer ride than our bikes normally took us on. But it was 9 a.m. and we had time on our hands. He showed me some coupons he had for a entertainment center with bowling that was about 4 or 5 miles away. The games were really cheap. I was just about to sit down and pee when he rang the door bell but I jumped down and hurried to answer the door because I didn't want him talking to Mom too long.

As I was getting my bike out of the garage, I told him I needed to go in and wee. He nixed that, said he had to use the bathroom too but we could stop someplace during our trip. We cut through a small park where we sometimes stop but both the bathroom doors were padlocked. I told him I was bursting to pee; he said his crap was of a 2nd hour variety (he could hold it from early morning to lunch hour at school).
We did some reckless things back then, but knew how to avoid the major streets and use alleys and back trails to get around since there are so many careless drivers on the freeway. I think the bumps and curbs of the trails made our bathroom needs more immediate. Seth had joked about how easy it was to pee outside but I knew he didn't have the skill to squat shit.

Less than a half hour later my bladder was at a bursting point. Seth wasn't in too good of shape either. Even outside in a public alley with some wind and all the pollution of the cars going by on the freeway, I could still smell what Seth's farts. We came to the back of an old gas station. Signs advertised cheap beer and nightcrawlers for fishermen. Seth noticed two doors on the side of the building. The gender signs were faded, but both of us knew we were only a few seconds from getting on the toilet. We laid our bikes against the side of the building. Seth hit the guys'room door with his right arm and yelled out F###. My door was partially open and I was already starting to unbutton my shorts. He pushed me aside and I knew this was going to be a buddy visit. We bumped into one another 2 or 3 times as I fumbled for the light switch. Finally, I flicked it several times before I realized it didn't work. I turned to tell Seth I should go first since I was in so much pain. This was pitch dark room and my right hand collided with his penis just as he was throwing himself onto the toilet.

He let off a blast of gas that would have been heard in the store on the other side of the wall. Then some small splashes told me things were moving for him. I remember getting angry and telling him I was going to F-ing pee on him if he didn't move back and give me some room on the seat. I'm sure I for a second sat and peed on one of his thighs. That caused him to move farther back on the toilet and he used kind of a bear hug to pull me back. I could tell by using my hands and what we under me that it was an oval seat. But I could tell my crotch was right on the front of the seat and that my pee wasn't getting into the bowl. I was in quite a bit of pain holding my pee despite the odds of bursting my bladder. I used my back to continue to give Seth small shoves backward until I could hear my heavy stream hit the water.

As it continued Seth kind of apologized. He said he had a giant grogan
due. I could tell he was pushing at it pretty good but he said he hadn't crapped since his grandfather took him to a professional boxing match like 5 days earlier. He said getting it out would be tough but at least his dad wouldn't be cussing him out for jamming up the pipes. I hadn't thought about that much because it wasn't an issue at my house. About that time, I felt something on my pubic area that was moving. I asked Seth and he swore it wasn't his finger. Then I felt a bite. Using my thumb I found I had killed a bug. That scared me into standing and then bumping around trying to find the toilet paper. I decided to pull my clothing up. I noticed that neither of us had latched the door so I opened it by about a half inch to get some light. As I did I heard a sigh from Seth who had finally dropped his giant grogan. He got off the toilet and with the light from the door I could see it extending well beyond water level. It was much wider than either of my arms. One of my sneakers had apparently bent the cover of the floor drain and there were 2 or 3 different types of bugs running around.

I don't know exactly why but I wasn't as sympathetic as Seth wanted me to be. There wasn't any toilet paper. My butt practically stuck to the seat. The bugs kind of freaked me out. So I told Seth I would meet him outside. When he came out he said his butt was too sore to connect with his bike seat. And I knew it was also a mess. So we walked our bikes about 2 blocks to a C-store where we decided to share a 2 liter bottle of soda. Seth immediately excused himself to the bathroom where he cleaned himself. He was in a better mood when he came back and we continued our ride to the bowling alley. My first stop when we got inside was to again empty my bladder. Of course that was a much better experience. However as I sat, I noticed I had received a couple of bug bites from the earlier experience.


Abbie

Last weekend part 1

Hi everyone, Lucys cousin Lydia stayed over again last Friday night to celebrate the end of term and the start of the summer hols, this time she asked if she could bring a friend of hers (Annabelle) and Lucy said that was no problem. Like before Lucy had to work late so I said I'd meet Lydia and Annabelle at the bus stop, they were coming straight from school. I had a slight need for a wee before I left but I didn't want to be late so I decided I'd use the loo when I got back. When I got to the main road the traffic was really bad and I had to wait ages for the bus to arrive, by which point my slight need had turned into a major one! Eventually the bus came and Lydia and Annabelle got off, they were both moaning that they'd been stuck in traffic for ever and were really hot and uncomfortable. As we were walking along the road towards my turning my bladder was getting fuller and fuller and I knew I'd never make it home without at least letting some spurts go into my knickers, so I was just about to put myself through the embarassment of admitting to the other two that I was desperate for a wee and would have to go outside on the way back when suddenly Lydia said, "Abbie, I need a wee soooo bad, I don't think I'm gonna make it to your house!" "Yeah, I'm bursting too!" Annabelle said. "Well that makes three of us then, I'm desperate to have a wee as well!" I replied. I thought quickly- it would take too long to walk back into town, so I said, "If we turn off here theres a field with some trees a couple of minutes walk away, I hope you don't mind having a wee outside!"
"Well I've got no choice, its either that or I'll wet my pants!" replied Annabelle. We turned off down a lane and crossed a stile on the side to enter a small field, there were some trees at the far end. Annabelle and Lydia hurried towards the trees, Lydia was biting her bottom lip and looking like she might not make it. "Oh my God, I can't hold it much longer, I'm gonna wee myself any second!" she said. As we entered the trees the girls both dumped their school bags on the ground, Lydia said "Sorry but I'm just gonna take my skirt and pants off completely, that way I won't get them wet!" and with that she unzipped her skirt. I could see Annabelle hesitating and looking awkward, she said, "I don't mind having a wee in front of you two but what if some farmer comes along and sees us?" By now Lydia had pulled down her skirt and stepped out of it, she was wearing white cotton full fitting knickers which were stuck up her bum.
"Well he'll probably be more embarrased than us!" she said.
"Its all right for you, your such an exhibitionist!" replied Annabelle, and turning to me she said, "She slept round mine last weekend and when she needed the loo before we went to bed I had to stop her walking across the landing in her pants, she didn't even have a bra on!" Lydia pulled down her knickers and said, "Well now I haven't got any pants on!!" She took off her knickers and hung them and her skirt on a branch before squatting down and moaning with relief as a loud stream spurted down into the dry soil. Annabelle was still looking really embarassed so to help her I lifted my dress, dropped my pink and blue stripey knickers and squatted, I moaned as my bladder started to empty. Seeing both of us in full flow seemed to give Annabelle the boost she needed, she unzipped her skirt and took it off completely like Lydia had done. She was wearing a tight pair of pale blue knickers with pink edging, blushing she eased them down over her bum and let them fall around her ankles before kicking them over to her skirt, as Lydias and my streams started to slow down Annabelle squatted and unleashed a stream every bit as strong as we just had! Lydia eventually stopped after a couple of final spurts, she said, "Hang on, I've got some tissues we can wipe with," and she reached across for her bag and dragged it towards her. She passed a tissue to me and Annabelle, took one for herself and wiped her front, and then put her knickers and skirt back on and sat on a tree stump waiting for us to finish. I was next to be done, I wiped, pulled up my knickers and let down my skirt, and a few seconds later Annabelle's stream dribbled to a stop. She wiped and then leant forward to pick up her knickers and skirt and I noticed the marks the elastic of her knickers had made on her bum and thighs, she quickly got dressed and then we started to make our way out of the copse. We had only gone a few steps when Annabelle suddenly squealed and said, "Oh God, I think I've literally got ants in my pants!!" She unzipped her skirt again and let it fall to her feet and tugged her knickers down to her knees, sure enough she found a couple of ants inside them which she brushed out before getting dressed again, in the meantime Lydia and I couldn't help laughing much to Annabelle's annoyance. She said, "I can't believe I've had to get undressed twice now, hopefully I'll manage to keep my pants on until we get to your house Abbie!" We made it back home without any more 'incidents' and went up to my room so Lydia and Annabelle could get changed. There are some more stories from the weekend but I'm running out of time now so I'll share them in my next post, I hope you enjoyed this story, bye for now!


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Britany B great story it sounds like you all had great poops and you and that desperate girl both had to poop a lot.

To: Mary first welcome to the site and great story about your big poop and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.

To: Mystery Poster it sounds like you got hit bad by a virus to cause you all to erupt out both ends.

To: Mrs. Toilet Trooper great story it sounds you both had great poops and I bet you both felt good afterwards.

To: Becc great story it sounds like she had a good sized poop and you had a good one as well.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Mina
Dear Everybody

Maybe I can't post for about 2 weeks.... so I tell you now my plan. But Hisae said, if you angry on this site, we give up the plan.

We found good place to do buddy dump in nature and we booked hot spring hotel about 13 kms from the place. So our plan, we get up early, and drive to the place, it is pass in mountain and very quiet road. Nobody there, and it seem, bear never come and boar very rare and usually at night. We found place not easy to see from empty car park. But if a person come, we have to move quickly, so we decide we wear skirt and no panties, we can take off them in Maho's car.

One of us will keep a look out from place where can see both buddy dump and car park and all around. It is decide that I do. Hisae will finish poo quickly maybe, so she relieve me and I go to Maho and Kazuko. We keep loo paper in a bag and take to place where there is dustbin.

We hope it will be a good weather. We are excited very much! It is plan for a Monday, but if it is rain, we can do Tuesday, we book hot spring hotel 2 nights.

We are crazy girls I think. But if I don't find this site, we never think of such kind of thing! In Japan, very rare to poo in nature. Pee is common especially man.

But as I say, if you angry, we give up a plan.

Love from Mina and K M H


Mina

PS, to Brittany B

Kazuko says hello to you. She admire that you do so many motions even there are girls next door! But real reason of this post is, maybe one day your friend will be in a pain because constipate or something like that, then you can say "I can go in and hold your hand if you like." then perhaps she will let you in. Or you can be in a pain and ask her to come into your loo and hold YOUR hand.

Good Luck.

Love, Mina + 3


melanie
To JW: I can remember it being pretty embarrassing when my mother watched me push and I always felt like I only wanted to give it half my effort because I didn't want to grunt. I have always been very vocal when constipated and when left alone I will make noises such as "HHHHNNNNNNGGHHH!" and "UNNNGGGHHH!" while trying to move my bowels.
Unlike yours, my mother never demonstrated how to push she usually just rubbed my stomach for me. I suppose she just assumed I knew how to. I think I always did though. When you're constipated, your stomach almost pushes a bit for you so you just have to help it along. I don't know.
I would love to hear any stories you have about you being constipated as a child.
regards, melanie.


JOHN

Random Thoughts

Browsing through here earlier and hit upon a random page and it was from one of my favourite posters from a few years back! Her name was Jemma and was a frequent contributor to this site. If she's still lurking here then a big hi to you! It got me thinking that there are a few contributors who have been posting for a long time now and I am minded of Abbie whose stories are always both informative and entertaining. Long may your contributions continue! Another poster of long standing and indeed from the early days of this site is of course Adrian whose words of wisdom are very welcome. As for me nothing particularly noteworthy except that yesterday my bowel cancer screening kit arrived and I have just taken the first sample of three! Thank you to all the contributors who are the mainstay of this informative and interesting as well as entertaining forum!

Take care and regards

John B


Steve A

To Brittany B & Everyone (College Food Effect)

There's something that I'd like to add to my own personal experience at college:

At my college, our regular dining hall food is average at best. They have good days and okay days. They also seem to have the best food options when they have visitors/tourists and when we have freshman orientation.

Some people are negatively affected by it due to the sudden change from home-cooked food to college dining hall food. For me, there wasn't much of a change, but my bowels became more regular on an everyday basis. I normally go everyday, but I might skip a day or two depending on my daily fiber intake for that day.

So, were you personally affected by the transition? Did you notice any other people who were affected by it?


Wednesday, July 25, 2018


Bk

Big poo

I just took a really big poo, it was one of the ones that are formed into logs but really oozey. I just have a question for everyone, does anyone ever take immodium to deliberately make yourself constipated. And if someone could tell me what food is good to eat that will make you constipated.


Lorenz

Zane's pre-kindergarten poo

Over the 4th of July my parents hosted a mini-family reunion. While there were 11 kids there, 10 of them were girls. My dad asked me to look out for my cousin Zane. He's 5 and will be starting school this fall. With all the adults reunionating, my dad suggested I take Zane over to the park and suggested if we were willing to do a longer walk, a trip over to the closest public pool. Once we got to the park, Zane complained he needed to poo. So we walked toward the middle of the park where I knew some of the toilets were. Zane was running ahead of me so I was alert enough to know it might be an emergency. This was a really old building. There were 4 toilets on the left side. Each had a lot of litter around it. There were three partitions, but no doors. The 1st had obviously overflowed and I grabbed Zane who was running toward it and steered him down the line. His speed challenged me. He was in the 3rd toilet, I saw his underwear and shorts dropped and grabbed him just before he seated himself. He got a little angry, but I grabbed some toilet paper, wiped the seat off, and wanted to check things out before he got started. Good thing I did because he had to use his hands from the front to hoist himself onto the seat. I remember either my mom or dad said when I was his age that there should be more kiddie-size toilets. But there he was with his feet dangling but no noticeable action. I waited about 5 minutes, and when a high school student about may age came in and opened up and made a horrendous splash into one of the urinals, I decided not to hurry Zane. Instead, I took the toilet right next to Zane, seated myself, and did a mini-pee that I hoped would be encouraging to him. It worked. It wasn't more than 15 or 20 seconds, but then I heard a couple of splashes into the water next to me. I saw Zane momentarily step off the toilet, and he then reseated himself. Quickly, I heard 2 more splashes. Then Zane yelled out that he was now ready for school because he had pooed away from home. I reminded him about what was next. He shouted out "wiping myself clean." I saw him get off the stool, heard the toilet paper roll turn, then he'd wipe and throw it in the toilet. Then he'd retake his seat for a moment, then step down and redo the process. He did this 3 times. I complimented him before we went down to the playground equipment. When we got back home, he ran ahead of me to the patio and yelled "Mommy, I did my pre-school poo." Everyone laughed hard. My grandpa, when he was done laughing, added his usual sarcasm about wishing he could be that lucky.


W.
Hiking a very popular trail one morning when going away to find a place to relieve myself I saw one of my fellow hikers going to toilet. She was not really squatting. She was standing with shorts at the knees bending forward supporting elbows on the knees. I could see what was coming out! Luckily she did not spot me. She had tried to hide but did not assume anyone else to be around so early.


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