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Abigail
How do you pee outdoors? Especially without getting your clothes wet. I've sat on a toilet my entire life. 17 female
Taylor
Farmers poop too!
I took a walk through the great British countryside today and my route takes me alongside many farmers' fields. It's not uncommon to see them working as you walk by. Today was a little different. As I rounded a corner I saw in a gap in the hedges a woman stood next to her tractor half bent over, with her clothes pulled down. At first I thought she was just peeing but then I saw a log fall from her behind. She must have heard me because her head flew around so quick I thought her neck was going to snap and she immediately lowered herself into a squat before shouting "Sorry!" I shouted back "Nature calls!" and kept walking. Poor girl must have either been very desperate, or thought she was in cover!
Taylor
Sally
Some toilets are easier than others
Does anyone find some toilets are easier to go on than others? My toilet at home is comfortable, I have no complaints. But when I poop at work I find it SO much easier to go, it just...comes out!
Iris
Shy work crap
I was at work and needed to crap so I went to the toilets. I pushed open the door to the toilets and my heart dropped. There was only two toilets and one was occupied. I didn't really want to crap with someone right next to me but I also didn't have much choice. Reluctantly I went into the empty toilet and I was already feeling anxious as I closed the door, knowing she would know I was there, and she would have heard the door latch. I don't know why it bothered me so much, she had no idea who I was, and ANYONE would have locked that door. Everyone poops. Why does a normal everyday act bother me so much?
I put some paper in the bowl to muffle the sound and sat down. I was feeling so scared as I tried to pluck up the courage to go. I wanted to leave but I really needed to crap and an accident would be so much worse. It took a couple of minutes for me to pee with only a faint patter onto the tissue below but my crap was still being difficult. I wanted to push but I was terrified of farting and I knew the girl would hear it.
I must have been sat there for ten minutes, trying to be strong and brave and repeatedly bottling it. Then unexpectedly the girl next to me got up and left the bathroom! She didn't flush, she didn't wash her hands. I am guessing she was just on her phone. As soon as I was alone it was like someone had flicked a switch. My shyness had gone and I pushed out three large craps in the space of a minute. I felt SO much better. I cleaned up and flushed and washed my hands before anyone else came in.
Marina
To Leah
Hi again. Leah, I'm so glad you like my poop stories. I'm really happy to be able to share my most private poops/poop things with you in a safe, respectful environment, without fear of judgment and overcoming all my embarrassment. As you know, this is a taboo subject for many people, especially if it comes from a girl.
I'm also a big pooper and I think you're right about what you said; some modern toilets are prone to clogging, and I think it's due to the shape and width of the drain hole. It's happened to me twice at the house of a girl I've babysat (2 turds side by side that got stuck in the drain hole). At my house, the hole is wider and it doesn't happen (I flush several times because pieces remain swirling/clean the toilet brush, but not because it gets clogged). And at a friend's country house, which toilet is old and small, the hole is narrower, preventing the turds from lying side by side and clogging.
Michael
To Leah
I think that modern toilets are not as good as where the water is in the sump the area is smaller so if you drop a big load it becomes filled and the flushes are generally weaker so with them problems there is really no flow to get rid of your poo , I feel your frustration as it would be a lot easier for you to be able to have a big poo at home and not be sitting there worried that it's not going to flush especially when you have gone through all the hassle and expense of a new bathroom it probably wouldn't enter your head that this would happen.
Speak soon x
Konigin
Post Thanksgiving Poo
Hi everyone, second post, so I ate a ton on thanksgiving at two different houses, my Dads family's house and my Mom's Family's house. My sisters and cousins of course did poos the day of or day after but me? Nope I didn't get the urge to do a poo until four days after, I had tried to move things along with some fiber supplements but that just made me feel bloated and gassy. On the fourth day I took some laxatives, and then went shopping with some friends, big mistake. I had taken the laxatives about 6:00am and I didn't get the urge till about 12:00pm, and it was urgent, my stomach hurting bad, I was bloating and cramping and everything in me felt like mush, the pressure in my bum intensified and I had to tell my friends to wait for me cause I needed a toilet, bad. I ran off to the ladies room, it was like three stalls, and one was occupied. I took the end stall, and locked myself in, I was fidgeting and squirming as I hiked my skirt and peeled down my leggings and knickers. The moment I put my bum on that seat I started firing off farts, which got wetter and wetter and eventually turned into a flood of soft poo. Four days was coming out fast and loud. I was on the pot for like thirty minutes, cause every time I thought I was done I wasn't, it took like thirty wipes to get clean cause it was really messy. I checked the bowl to see my muddy poo, and it was a big one, I wiped up, flushed and went about my day. Thank you all for reading, hopefully I'll have more stories in the future.
ECG
Company at Work
While I was at work this week, I needed the toilet, so I went to the bathroom. I had originally intended only to pee, but as I approached, I felt the urge for a poo as well. I entered the bathroom and took the middle cubicle (I've noticed that one gets the least use). I thought about peeing standing up first, but the toilets are relatively low to the ground, so I didn't want to risk making a mess and sat to pee as well. As I was peeing, I let out a few small farts and began my poo. The first poo came out and landed in the water with a loud plop.
I could still feel more inside me, but just as I was about to begin my second poo, the door opened. I heard someone else rush into the bathroom, enter the first cubicle, rip his trousers down and throw himself onto the toilet just in time to unload with what sounded like an urgent volley of farts and plops. I was nervous at the thought of company, and momentarily considered trying to hold until he finished, but then I thought to myself that it didn't matter - he couldn't see me, and he was hardly going to say anything since he was here for the same reason I was. With that thought, I carried on having my poo. I let out a few more small farts before my second poo came out and dropped more quietly than the first. My neighbour was noticeably louder, but I wasn't entirely silent, and some of my noises were during the lulls in his, so I'm sure he heard, but I was correct in my assumption that he didn't say anything.
The other person finished, cleaned himself up and left, and by then I had finished as well. Once he'd finished, a second man entered and went to the urinals. I dawdled and took my time while cleaning, flushing and getting dressed again so that the second man could finish too. Once he had, I exited my cubicle and washed my hands. I may have pooped with another person able to hear, but I'm not at the confidence level of being seen entering or exiting yet!
Monday, December 15, 2025
Hey guys! Lovely stories, Anna from Austria, becc and marina I love reading your stories! Keep them coming guys!
So I just wanted to ask about blockages, more often than not I block my loo at home with a huge poo that won't go down unless you flush several times.
I may not be as regular as I probably should be, but I found that since I had my bathroom renovated my loo simply can't take big poos.
Is there anyone out there in a similar situation?
That's why I hate pooping at home, I'd go in work if I knew it wasn't a big one, or a public loo.
Please share your thoughts as I swear new loos are worse and break more often.
Love from leah
STEPHEN.P
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Saturday morning had my two mugs of tea then needed to go a NUMBER TOO went out to camper pulled pottie from locker and done a FANTASTIC NUBER TOO.Sunday had breakfast then went to camper ,sat on pottie for ten minutes then had a NUMBER TOO.Today had breakfast ,washed cleaned kitchen had too wee,went to the camper sat on pottie not a very good poop,went into town for shopping as I was putting into van had over welming desire to poo ,pulled pottie from locker sat down enjoyed a good crapp .
Just emptied the pottie washed and cleaned ready for next time.
Anon
To DeSkonko - you referenced a story about pooping your pants waiting for the bathroom, which you posted here. What page is this story on? I couldn't find it and I am curious, having done the same myself.
Konigin
Post Thanksgiving Poo
Hi everyone, second post, so I ate a ton on thanksgiving at two different houses, my Dads family's house and my Mom's Family's house. My sisters and cousins of course did poos the day of or day after but me? Nope I didn't get the urge to do a poo until four days after, I had tried to move things along with some fiber supplements but that just made me feel bloated and gassy. On the fourth day I took some laxatives, and then went shopping with some friends, big mistake. I had taken the laxatives about 6:00am and I didn't get the urge till about 12:00pm, and it was urgent, my stomach hurting bad, I was bloating and cramping and everything in me felt like mush, the pressure in my bum intensified and I had to tell my friends to wait for me cause I needed a toilet, bad. I ran off to the ladies room, it was like three stalls, and one was occupied. I took the end stall, and locked myself in, I was fidgeting and squirming as I hiked my skirt and peeled down my leggings and knickers. The moment I put my bum on that seat I started firing off farts, which got wetter and wetter and eventually turned into a flood of soft poo. Four days was coming out fast and loud. I was on the pot for like thirty minutes, cause every time I thought I was done I wasn't, it took like thirty wipes to get clean cause it was really messy. I checked the bowl to see my muddy poo, and it was a big one, I wiped up, flushed and went about my day. Thank you all for reading, hopefully I'll have more stories in the future.
Emma two
Guilty for using the toilet
I was busting for a poo at work yesterday and as it was quiet I got up from my desk and headed to the toilets. I took a cubicle at the far end of the line and broke the tape seal that indicated it had been cleaned and sanitised which was nice. It smelled of fresh lemon and I felt a bit guilty about having a poo in such a nice pristine toilet but I guess someone had to be the first to do it. I lowered my jeans and knickers down to my feet and sat down on the immaculate clean seat. It didn't feel right ruining what felt like a brand new and mint toilet and for some irrational reason I held it for a while. I thought to myself, how silly this is and I decided to go. I pushed out a huge load of soft poo while I peed a full bladder into the once perfect toilet feeling like I was do something so wrong to the this poor toilet but of course it was meant to be used for pooing and peeing in. It was a relief to get everything out and I wiped my bottom and pulled up my clothes and looked at what I'd done in the toilet. I actually apologised to the toilet for messing it up but I had to go and that was that. I flushed it and it all went down and I left and washed my hands before returning to my desk like I'd done something I shouldn't have done but I knew I was being ridiculous.
Paying to use a public toilet
Yesterday I was shopping in my local town, and had to use the public toilets. It's a pay as you use one, 40p. You pay your money, the door unlocks, and you go in. They are used by men and women. Each small room has a sink and toilet. No urinal. I paid my money, went in and had a pee. As I was leaving, a lady was waiting, although the three other toilets were free, there's a green light that shows they are vacant. As I left she forced her way past me, and went in. She obviously didn't want to pay 40p. How tight and mean are some people.
Mina
Dear Anna From Austria
We are happy to read post from you again and sorry that you had embarrass.
We think that most ladies in line had experience of hear some one in line fart before, so it was no big deal in their mind. And lady who let you go first maybe had experience of herself going first once, after she fart.
Most ladies hate long line. We also hate, especially Hisae hate, because she is often a diarrhoea, and her bottom say to her, hurry hurry hurry. Many stories of Hisae's diarrhoea attack in this site. When we are long line and Hisae's bottom is angry, we always let her go first with happy feeling. After she go in and we still waiting we imagine her defecate break record of size and go into Guinness Book, and we are happy for her.
Actually recent time, we often fart in our flats. Most often in late evening, we don't know reason. Our farts don't produce horrendous fragrance so much, but they make many funny noise. Different noise every time, so we often giggle when crush farts. Hisae is wary a bit, because her fart might be more than fart. But she know her body and if she become to suspicious, she run to toilet and sit down, and sometimes there is long series of burururururururururu from her for many many minutes while crushes looking at her very warm eyes, and escort her to tatami room after.
Buuuu. Just now Mina farted. Immediately three crushes gave to her kiss. Two on cheek and one on back of neck. But she doesn't feel she need to do motion right now. She made effort to fart because she writing about fart.
Wow. Just now Maho gave big fart! So we kiss to her.
In a summertime, we are birthday suit in our flat in evening. It is funny to fart when we are birthday suit. So we always laughing, we can't stop to laugh.
Hisae did very interesting motion this morning, but this post already long, so we tell next time.
We hope everyone is very fine, no illness and no unhappy experience.
Love to everyone and unlimited online kisses.
Chakamami Family
Marina
Thick Poop, but not as Thick as I Thought
Hello again, my dear poopers. Today, is one of those rare pre-Christmas day (Saturday) when I'm home alone, well, just me and my chocolate Labrador; the large private fenced property in the countryside, with a centrally located house very far from all the fences that surround our property (the closest straight-line distance between the house's walls and the fences is 104 m) and with no close neighbors. No family, no friends, no guests and no kids to babysit; neither mom nor my little brother Pablo won't return until lunchtime. They left at 9:00 am to my grandparent's house and I told mom that I was staying to study (although the truth is that I want to stay to take a dump, measure it and write the post, since I'm doing very well in my studies).
As you know, I like to observe and be very descriptive about my poops. Since I started posting, I've wanted to measure the dimensions of my turds to see if my descriptions and my "visual measuring tape" are more or less accurate. I had to wait until I was home alone to take the measurement, since, as I've mentioned in previous posts, we haven't had a lock on the bathroom door for years… Therefore, today is the perfect time to do it. After my breakfast, I begin to feel the familiar pressure that the 3-dayer exerts on my anus. While I let it increase I take the digital caliper (I bought it about 2 years ago for a technology class project) and a measuring tape. Finally, the urge is big and I go to the bathroom to relieve myself.
Our toilets are European, large, a modern throne-style toilet from the late 80s, very different from American-style toilet with regard to how it works, the Am-style apparently work flooded with water which I think its better for the odors (I read an article about different types of toilets a while ago). It has the drain hole slightly forward, so the poop slows down a bit against the wall and gently submerges, preventing splashing. But in my case, my poop is enormous (90% of it stays out of the water, completely stinking the bathroom), hard and often comes out bent forward, so it bounces hard, slows down very little, and splashes, even if it stays close to the water before falling. Having said all this, I have the idea of putting a lot of paper touching the water but on the back wall of the toilet so that the turd does not submerge and to defecate lying backwards, but I run the risk that my turd will be long and, when it comes out of my anus, it will rub against and stain the rim of the seat (besides making it difficult for the toilet to swallow it all).
So finally, I decided to measure it without any obstacles. I laid lengthwise strips of toilet paper on the floor and some crosswise strips (this isn't the 1st time I've done this, but I'll tell you about it in the future when I have more time and I start posting about my past experiences), that way I can poop on the toilet paper, measure the turd properly and then collect it and dispose of it in the toilet. This way I could measure it comfortably and without the obstacles that arise with the toilet or the potty (which is even worse because its smaller). I squat and position myself aligned with the axis of the paper and in away that my anus is directly above the center of the paper. I have pee and poop, but the poop urge is stronger. I relax my sphincter, but as always, the turd is too thick and I have to push to get it out. I do it very carefully, pushing very gently so that it comes out slowly and at the same time, I carefully position myself and move the paper so that the turd is as straight as possible. I completely evacuate the enormous turd and hold back my urge to poop the next one and pee. I lift myself up slightly and half-squatting and separating my ass buttocks with my hands (even though the turd is very clean and well-formed) I sit on the toilet to continue emptying myself.
Again relax my sphincters, let out a long pee, push hard and evacuate 2 more pieces, the same color and type as the 1st (the turd laying on the paper), but a lot shorter. I push once more, and nothing comes out. With 2 wipes my hole is completely clean and flush the 2 pieces and the pee. The bathroom reeks of shit, not eggy, but putrid and rancid. It seems that although my turds stay outside the water, the toilet always seems to help contain part of the smell. But like this, completely exposed to the air in an enclosed space, the stench is unbeatable. I observe my creation laying on the paper: light mustard brown, uniform in thickness, slightly lumpy and cracked with a bit of mucus, perfect Bristol type 3 and a little bent, but not too much.
I'm not going to fool myself, visually I look and think: More or less my average turd, 6 cm thick and 25 cm long. I measure the length with the tape measure, being careful not to touch the poop, and 27 cm (27,3 to be exact), that's pretty good. I take a piece of paper (just 1, so as not to falsely inflate its diameter) and place it on top of the turd to protect the caliper from getting stained. I carefully measure its diameter: 4.8 cm, which is less than I expected. It's not a huge difference and I know it's harder to get a precise measurement than a larger distance like length, but I was estimating a larger diameter than it actually is. Although they aren't stained, I clean the caliper and the tape measure with a wipe soaked in alcohol (my poop has a strong, lingering odor). I carefully dispose of the turd in the toilet and flush it. Then I throw away the rest of the paper in the toilet and with 2 more flushes and the brush, the toilet swallows everything. I open the window completely, spray air freshener, leave quickly so as not to stink up the house, put things away and sit down to write this post in the company of my dog.
Aside from family situations (mom and grandma are the closest to me in poop size) and the children I babysit, I've seen big poops in toilets when I've gone to pee at HS and other public restrooms (well, big, like my average poop, which is always big and I visually estimated to be 6 cm thick). It made me feel apprehensive about peeing there, so I'd go into the stall next door. Sometimes other girls would come in and, while I was peeing, they'd be surprised. They'd laugh at the enormous turd (which is not mine but about my average). I've always had very large poops because I've been almost always constipated my whole life. Even as a child, sometimes I was surprised by the bit mucus between the poop cracks, but my mother mentioned it to the doctor and he said that if it's always been like that and there wasn't a huge excess, I shouldn't worry. Ultimately, it's a natural way our intestines lubricate the stool and move/eliminate it properly, especially in cases of constipation.
Knowing that I've been constipated my whole life, knowing that my anus is used to thick stools, and knowing that my thickest pieces (like balls/potatoes, the ones that make my anus dilate like crazy) visually seemed to have a diameter of 8 cm, and that after the experiment they might actually be a maximum of 6.8 cm, how can there be people who claim to pass stools 5 inches in diameter? That's more than 12.5 cm, and I don't remember exactly where I read it but I think it was here. If this is true and the measurement is real, it must be a record… Those people must be on the verge of an anal tear…
Having said all that, what is the average actual thickness of your stools? Mine is approximately 5 cm (4.8 cm actual, which I visually thought was 6 cm). I look forward to your replies. Bye and happy pooping.
Pete
Use of a manpon
When taking my morning dump, after I have finished wiping my arse-crack as clean as possible, I then fold a piece of toilet paper to fit into the crack between my arse cheeks and squeeze it tightly between them. I call this a manpon. This is a very effective way of avoiding skidmarks in your underwear.
Saturday, December 13, 2025
Tricky
Pooping with my girlfriend Pt3
It was the morning after the night of "Pooping with my girlfriend Pt2", Page 3165.
I woke up, got my naked self out of bed, and took a loud and forceful pee. The sound woke her. When I was done, she went into the bathroom to do the same thing. I could hear her tinkle as I dressed.
She decided to shower. As she showered, the pipes in my apartment made loud vibrating noises. The sound of water falling into the tub stopped. We now had no water.
My neighbors had no water too. I called my landlord. He said he'd look into it.
We decided to go to her mother's RV. I had a water pitcher in the fridge and drank about 1.5 liters before we left, as was habit. There, she could finish getting herself ready.
Her mom and 6 year-old boy decided they wanted some Mexican food for brunch. Me and the girlfriend were both hungry again.
I ate 3 plate fulls of food and filled up. She ate a large plate of food herself. I hadn't pooped yet that morning, and the previous day me and my GF cleared an entire large pot of beans and rice. I tried to go at the restaurant in a single-toilet restroom. After a watery piss, 10 minutes of seat time, and some loud farts, nothing moved. Knocks on the door from people waiting and me awkwardly responding "I'm in here!" were my cue to leave.
As we were in the car, both me and my girlfriend were letting out some vile farts from the front seats, an omen of things to come. We had to lower the windows as her mother and kid complained from the back.
I could feel the mass in my GI tract moving, knew I was going to poop soon, and wanted to do this at my place instead of the RV. I could feel it was going to be a big one and I didn't want to clog the RV toilet. We went back to my apartment to see if the water was back on. Unfortunately, the water wasn't on.
The landlord called me. The water main broke and it was going to be tomorrow at the earliest before the city fixed it.
My GF's mother and the kid decided that they wanted to check out the park near my apartment. They could see it outside. It was a beautiful and rare day, partly sunny, temperature in the 70s.
We walked to the park and sat on a bench. It was at this time that not only did I feel an urge to poop, but the boy also had to go, announcing, "I need to go potty!"
My girlfriend asked him, "Do you need to pee, or poo?"
He then yelled, "I gotta' poop!"
She then asked him, "How bad do you have to go? Can you wait to get home?"
He was obviously uncomfortable, hunching himself over, and pacing funny. Me and my girlfriend both knew this restroom offered no privacy. The Mens' side had a lone urinal and seatless sit-down toilet entirely in the open, its users visible to anyone in the restroom. Anyone could just walk in.
He yelled, "No! Gotta' go right NOW!"
Both me and my GF saw a 30-something blonde woman walk to the Ladies' side of the restroom building. Because the water in my apartment was shut off, this park was our only option. There were no other nearby options. My girlfriend looked at me and said, "I'm not comfortable bringing him in the Womens' here. Could you take him to the Mens' and make sure he doesn't have any trouble, and wipes himself?"
An awkward request, but I obliged. My need to poop was getting very urgent, but I said nothing of it.
We walked to the Mens' room. I walked him to the seatless aluminum toilet, and used some toilet paper to wipe the rim down, in case anything was on it. He needed me to lift him onto the toilet after pulling his pants down to his shoes because it was too high up for him. I stood there by the sink as he sat on the commode leaning forward, naked from the waist down, his shoes dangling above the floor. I didn't look at him, in effort to give him privacy, even though there was none. I could still see him out of my peripheral vision.
A Mexican man in his 30s walked in and used the urinal next to the boy as the boy pooped. The boy showed no shame or embarrassment.
The Mexican man quickly left without washing his hands.
Within less than 2 minutes, he was done, announcing, "I can wipe now!"
He couldn't reach the TP and I walked over to hand him the roll. He wiped up as I coached him. I told him, "Make sure to wipe good enough so there's no poop left on the paper."
When he was done, I lifted him off the toilet and he pulled his pants back up. He left an adult-sized pile of logs. I flushed it for him and it left streaks in the bowl. I lifted him up so he could wash his hands at the sink. My insides were now in pain.
As he was washing his hands, I ripped a fart to ease the pressure. *BRA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-P*
I felt the tip. It was now an emergency and I badly had to poop. I was clenching my buttcheeks and standing straight up. The kid could sense it, exclaiming, "You look like you need to go poop too!"
I admitted, "I do." I wanted to wait for us to get to the RV.
I walked the kid outside back to his grandma and my GF, who was waiting for the occupant of the Ladies' room to leave.
The kid then blurted out, "<My name omitted> needs to go poop too!"
My GF laughed, then said, "Me too. We ate way too many beans last night."
The blonde woman left the Ladies' side.
Her mother then remarked, "What are you two standing around for?"
I knew I couldn't hold it any longer. Me and my GF rushed to our respective sides.
As soon as I sat, pants at my thighs, t-shirt and boxers over my private, sides of my ass exposed, a thick, hard, messy log forced its way out. I could feel it touch the toilet bowl and place a slight uplift on me. It kept sliding out, pockets of gas crackling and popping. It was very slow moving, and I hoped I could finish before someone walked in on me. Even though no one was in here with me, I was nervous, feeling too exposed for my liking.
3 minutes in, I heard the familiar pitter-patter of a child running in. Her boy ran in and stood right in front of me, smiling.
"Mommy doesn't have toilet paper! Grandma sent me to get some!"
My anus was dilated to its limit, massive log of poop loudly crackling out, as this kid eagerly stared at me.
*plft-t-t-t-t-t-z-t-z-t-z-t-shlpffffft*
Awkward. I tore off enough for me to wipe later, then handed him the roll. "Bring this to her."
He didn't leave. Smiling, he yelled, "Why are YOU taking such a LONG time!?"
He yelled, "Wow! You're making a REALLY BIG POOP! Can I see it when you're done?"
Me, agitated, "Go to your grandma. Now!"
He yelled "You stink!" and ran out, cackling like a demonic imp.
It took 10 minutes to finish. Fortunately, no one else walked in. I flushed. My deposit got stuck, and the water level rose.
I washed up and returned.
My GF, her boy, and her mother were all there. The kid yelled, giggling, "I watched <my name omitted> going poop! I heard it coming out too! He poops LOUD! It was a BIG ONE! It stunk!"
The GF got angry and scolded him. "You're not supposed to stare at people using the potty. I told you before!"
He laughed, "I saw his butt!"
I mentioned, embarrassed, "There's no stall around the toilet. No privacy."
My girlfriend replied, "That's how the Ladies' is. 2 toilets, next to each other. I didn't want him in there, but he had to go. Thank you for helping him."
The kid laughed, "Mommy went poop too!"
My GF continued, "I had to wait for that lady to leave. Then another lady came in and sat next to me. Most awkward public restroom visit ever." Considering yesterday, that said a lot.
Her mother interjected, "If you gotta' go, you gotta' go." She looked at me, "I'm sorry I sent him to intrude on you, but she needed TP. I hope you didn't mind."
The kid made fart noises with his mouth.
My GF looked at me and nervously smiled, "He's just a kid. He'll grow out of it."
Her mother was now laughing hysterically.
Post Title (optional)Golf course
Forgive me if I've posted this before.
Has anyone heard the phrase, golfers arse? It's something you get walking around a golf course in hot, sticky weather.
I remember years ago playing golf with three mates, in mid summer. It must have been up in the thirties. One of my mates seemed to be walking oddly, and kept pulling at his shorts. When we got to some woods he told us he was go8ng to sort himself out. He took his golf towel and a bottle off water and went behind a bush. He soaked the towel , dropped his shorts and pants, and gave his bum crack a good wash out. He said he hadn't wiped properly when we left the clubhouse locker room, where he'd taken a messy poo.
Apparently he suffers from this a lot in hot weather!
STEPHEN.P
OUTDOOR POOPING
Woke at five this morning ,had a wee then went downstairs to kitchen
had two mugs of tea then a large bowl of ALL BRANN.I dressed then went outside it looked as if the rain had stopped and a nice day .I went back into house took my anorack from the peg put some toilet paper into right hand pocket then went to the field to go a NUMBER TOO. I had a wee at the entrance then proceeded to far corner .
It was now getting light I put wy anorack on the ground took off my jogging bottoms and pants I pooped as I squat down then I pushed ,the next four minutes enjoyed a good crapp, I took the toilet paper from my pocket and wiped,dressed then I could now see by daylight a pile of mushy poo. I enjoy pooping outdoors ,due to constant wet weather I have stayed indoors using one of the potties or the bedpan
STEPHEN.P
A few years ago I calculated the running cost of using a portta pottie
including purchase cost cleaning material and toilet paper .
Six Pence for a Number Too and one pence for a Number One.
I really enjoy using a pottie !!
STEPHEN.P
Overslept again this morning just been on the THETFORN 245 and had a NUMBER TOO in the bedroom ,now will get on with the rest of the day.
STEPHEN.P
Yesterday the alarm woke me at 07:00 had a wee in the THETFORD ELEGANCE pottie went downstairs to kitchen had two mugs of tea then out to camper and drove to the GYM.upon arrival pulled ADVENTURIDGE pottie from locker and left in galley area, ready to use when I come out of GYM.
I went to reception and showed my membership card the changing rooms were on swop again so went into ladies and changed then had a wee before going to exercise room .After one hundred minutes on bike seven hundred calories I needed to wee ,the tena underpants are great for leaks I left the room went back to changing rooms .The six cubicles were all in use and the two disabled.I could not wait so went into showers had a wee as I was done ,needed to poop after one minute could not hold it ,I pooped my pants then pooped again I then pushed and finished then went back to the cubicles ,two were vacated at same time ,I went into one kicked off my trainers lowered my shorts and pants then dropped the TENA PANTS in the sanitary bin went back to showers and showered.
B
Waking up to disaster
I've posted here before about how I use incontinence pads (nappies/diapers) to manage wetting and messing issues. Ordinarily this works well, and has saved me having to deal with cleaning clothes and furniture. Unfortunately last night it failed catastrophically. I went to bed exhausted, and slept a lot longer than I expected. To make matters worse, I stupidly didn't change my slightly damp nappy before I crawled into bed.
When I woke up, I realised that my sheets were soaked. My nappy had leaked badly. To make matters worse, at some point in the night I'd pooped myself as well - something that happens extremely rarely. Guess it's time to see if I can find more absorbent overnight protection.
Anna from Austria
farting while waiting in a line for an empty stall
While I had quite a few desperation moments in my life I never had to fart while lined up to wait for an empty stall until last weekend.
Was heading back from day trip to italy to see the ocean. I had to go for quite some time because there was no rest stop on the italian highaway.
When I finally got to a reststop I was horried that there was big line in the ladies room. It felt endless until there was only one lady waiting before me. Then it happend. I could not help myself but let out a big b rrrrrrrrrrrrrt type fart. The other ladies seem to ignore it politly and the lady that was wating before me even let me go first when the stall we were both waiting opened up.. I rushed into the stinky stall (the teenage girl that used it before us also took a dump) and did my usually noisy poop with 2 logs. I really felt relaxed when I went back to my car.
I just hope this not going to happen to me again. I was lucky that it happend abroad in italy and I am probably never see the ladies again that heard me farting. It was also cool that they ignored my loud and smelly fart.
That is my story for today. Hope you liked it.
greetings from Austria
Anna
Becc
LC: That was a pretty good sized poop! And it sounds like its firmness was an issue! Brown Friday was a good day. I'm glad everything came out in the morning, as I felt really light and ready to take on the day. Thank you for the reassurance about oversharing. I realize this is an anonymous forum, but I worry that someone I know might read this!
Most of my coworkers do not share a fascination with bowel movements. They talk so matter-of-factly about bowel movements, like sharing their weekend plans or telling about something that happened years ago. There is a nurse that seems get a thrill out of asking patients about their BMs, as she will ask for more detail when they arrive - like size, texture, and frequency. She is in her 40s but very young looking. But I have not had much interaction with her.
My youngest sisters - Rachel and Leah - who are twins, stayed with my parents Thanksgiving night. Both are 5'9, but are the shortest in our family. But they can put away some food. Both commented at dinner on Friday night that they took massive dumps during the day!
I have been regular ever since!
- Becc
Marina
My Poop Thing and Past Experiences
In this post, I'm going to explain my "poop thing"... Honestly, I don't know how I'm telling you this, I can hardly believe it myself, but I'm going to completely put my embarrassment aside and tell you. As you know, I've always enjoyed pooping, watching myself poop and watching other people poop. I've always been like this; I don't remember the exact moment it all started. You also know that in my house, we've always been very open about bodily needs in a healthy, mature and natural way. But I can't always poop comfortably in every situation. I've always had a "poop thing" so to speak. I briefly explained it in my 5th post and I think my uncle Toni has something similar. Sometimes when I was kid, I had a really hard time and this psychological thing was responsible for me pooping myself at school when I was 8-yo, luckily without any consequences since nobody noticed.
This "poop thing" was the cause of not pooping at school (I did pee, but not poop) and it wasn't because of shyness/teasing from other girls, it was because I couldn't relax my sphincter if girls around my age (obviously 50% of my age population) were at school, even if they weren't in the toilet or they weren't close. Just knowing they were in the same building or meters from me was enough, even if they didn't know I was there or they couldn't get into the bathroom. The same thing happened at home or anywhere else. If they were there, I couldn't poop. I've never known why; That's just how I am. One of the girls, a classmate, lived 2 blocks away from our apartment (about 50 m, but a little too close for my thing), and although I pooped fine in our apartment (our home then in the small city), I wasn't completely comfortable doing it. Because of all this, I was really looking forward to the weekend so my mom and I could go to the country property. This one, was isolated, fenced, away from the fences and I knew that no one from outside could be near the house unless they were inside the property. My mind interpreted this as being safe and able to relieve myself comfortably and this is the real reason why I love isolated bathrooms.
For some reason that to this day I still don't understand, I've never had this problem with girls much younger than me. As a child, baby and toddler girls didn't pose any problem for me. As a big kid/pre-teen (10), little girls up to 3-yo no longer posed any problem for me. As a teen (13), girls up to 6-yo weren't a problem for me and now as a big teen (17), child girls don't pose any problem for me. Adults much older than me, regardless of their gender, do not represent nor have they ever represented any problem for me except in specific cases. The only exceptions in the case of same age girls are: my best friend Milan, Tina (Lara's daughter) and a girl of my age who also has Down syndrome and who came to my house once to celebrate Tina's birthday.
In the case of boys, the situation is and always has been completely different. When attractive boys from HS and attractive adult men (relatives, my uncles, the fathers of the children I take care of, etc.) have come/been at my house and I've needed to poop, I not only poop, but even my mind has always thought about asking them to accompany me, but I've never dared; just thinking about it makes me die of embarrassment.
This "poop thing" is the reason why I don't poop in the HS restrooms, although compared to when I was a child things have improved, I'm more mature and if I have an extreme need I do poop there (I'm horrified at the thought of soiling myself and the whole school knowing). In fact, one Thursday at the end of January 2023 (14-yo), I was in PE class when my stomach started hurting a lot and I had a strong urge to poop; I knew it was diarrhea. After a few minutes it was unbearable. I went to the girls restroom and exploded in a poor toilet's stall. A huge torrent of very liquid yellowish diarrhea stained the entire bowl; it smelled awful and stank the place like rotten eggs. It was uncomfortable but I could do it and I didn't have to go again during the day either because my intestines gave me a break.
In the evening, about half an hour before the end of a review class, my stomach started hurting again. I knew the diarrhea was back, but compared to the morning the urge was perfectly manageable. After the class, my mother came to pick me up to go home (our wonderful country property). I was so happy because Kenzie (5-yo, a beautiful little girl that mom and I have babysat so many times since she was a baby that she's like a little sister to me; she's 9 years and 10 days younger than me) was coming to spend the night with mom (almost 38) and me. When we arrived, my stomach hurt less and I barely felt the urge to poop. I took Kenzie out of the car seat, the 3 went inside and we were greeted by my choc lab dog (the last time we had taken care of her, we weren't living permanently in the countryside yet nor did we have a dog).
Even though the urge was weak, I went to the bathroom to empty this "liquid texture" from my rectum. As soon as I sat down, I pushed and effortlessly released a good stream of mustard colored diarrhea, staining the entire back wall. Although the amount wasn't as much as that morning, the smell was just as awful, though a bit less like rotten eggs and more like rancid poop, like a sewer on a summer day/a shopping mall septic tank. I stayed for a while with my sphincter completely relaxed, pushing hard, letting out wet farts and little streams of diarrhea until I felt completely empty. I cleaned myself well; 1 flush was enough since there wasn't much poop and it was completely liquid. I opened the window, sprayed air freshener and closed the door so as not to stink up the house. I didn't have any more diarrhea, but 2 days later I had a slight fever, nothing serious.
The other experience was on a Saturday in mid May of 2014. I was 5-yo close to 6, and it was my vivid memory 1st experience. We were celebrating Ruth's birthday at her grandparent's country house (she's a friend and classmate of mine), located about 3,5 km (straight-line distance in Gmaps) from our property but accessed via a completely different road. I needed to pee and poop, so I went to her bathroom to pee and did, but I couldn't poop because I couldn't relax my sphincter. Right after the party, I was in the car with mom (29) and a cute little boy mom was looking after (4-yo, with mild Asperger's syndrome) who had come with us to the birthday party. I started to notice a bad smell of poop and it turned out the boy had soiled himself. As we were driving, I saw trees that looked familiar passing by and my mother told me that we weren't going to the small city, that the 3 of us would spend that night at the house on the property. I was so happy and what a relief to take a dump...
The next thing was: mom emptying the poor boy's poop into the toilet (mid-brown in color, lumpy and hard, but his butt and underwear were ruined with smeared poop), flushing it, undressing him and giving him a good shower (I remember the respect, affection and tenderness with which my mother always treated the childs she cared for; I think that's helped me develop that same maternal instinct). While mom was showering him and the toilet was filling, I jumped into the seat, said "I'm going to poop" and started pushing really hard. My anus dilated a lot, more and more (it hurted a little), and finally a thick eggplant shot out and split in 2 pieces. It was light brown, hard and lumpy, made up of pebbles fused together, some of them quite large. While I was still watching the turds moving and floating in the water, the stench of my own poop reached me, stronger and much more putrid than of the boy's. When mom turn off the shower tap she sprayed some of my cologne to the air before soaping him up, but I was so relieved.
Sorry for the length, but there was a lot to explain. Bye and happy pooping.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Answering a survey I found online
1. When you are alone do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet? Sometimes when I am in such a hurry to use the bathroom.
2. Do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet if your family, SO
(Significant Other), roommate is around? Mario often leaves me be when I am busy using the bathroom. My best friend/sister Princess Rosalina and my daughter Baby Peach are the only ones whom come in.
3. If you are a noisy pooper such as loud farts, grunting. etc. do you try being quiet when you have company? Not really I just find it truly hard to pass a stool sometimes especially with my pink panties around my ankles.
4. Are you ok if your children, SO, roommate walk in while you are on the toilet? Baby Peach has seen me on the toilet sometimes. She's such a adorable little thing.
5. Are you ok walking in to use the toilet while your children, SO, roommate is in there for another reason? Noooooo reason being they are either shaving, using the plastic potty or something among those lines.
6. Are you comfortable using a public toilet if someone is in the stall next to you? Peeing and pooing next to another girl or woman is very comfortable especially when they have spare toilet paper available.
7. How often do you get so constipated that you need an enema? I don't use those ones too often because they can be sometimes painful.
8. Do you use a squatty potty when pooping? I used to but now I use a Hunker Poop Stool to release my massive solid poos.
9. When was the first time you realized you were fascinated with pooping? Probably when I was a little princess and I pooed in the potty for the first time.
10. What started that fascination? It's a long story but I'll tell you around Christmas maybe.
11. Do you listen to hear you SO on the toilet? Oh no I'm too busy but I do listen to Princess Rosalina on the toilet sometimes.
12. Do you always wipe until you are completely clean? Oh yes I don't want to be too messy when after my poo or my pee.
13. How often in the course of a month do you leave skid marks in your underwear, panties, thong, etc.? I never made a mess of one pair of panties.
14. Do you fart when you pee? Sometimes when at the very end.
15. Have you ever had a poop get stuck half way out and needed help getting it the rest of the way out? I have but thanks to my Hunker Poop Stool or Squatty Potty I release it quite easily.
Tuesday, December 9, 2025
DeSkonko
Minor Wetting Accident
If I drink something before bed, it'll be ready for exit when I wake up. This used to not be an issue for me, but in my early 30's, it's a new "feature" I get to get used to. A couple nights ago, I put on a pair of undies and a pair of grey leggings and drank a bottle of water and went to sleep. I knew what would probably happen. I did it because it would probably happen. I just felt like making a challenge for myself or something. I wake up and quickly get the urge to pee "right now." I get up and rush to the bathroom, close and lock the door, get to the toilet and whip it out and pee. As I was getting there, I could feel myself peeing lightly into my pants. When I got to the toilet to relieve myself, my pants had just a small wet spot on them. However, when I finished and pulled them back up, the small wet spot was a massive wet spot. My entire crotch was wet and it was going halfway down my thighs. I was like wow, I knew I was peeing myself a little, but I didn't think it was that much. And then I went back to bed.
Marina
Massive Sunday Poop
Hi, I hope you're all well. I've been very busy lately and haven't been able to visit the site. There are lots of new posts and from what I can see, they seem interesting. Today, after lunch, I took a huge and smelly dump worth of remembering, on my throne and in my house; the large private fenced property in the countryside, with a centrally located house very far from all the fences that surround our property (the closest straight-line distance between the house's walls and the fences is 104 m) and with no close neighbors. There were 7 of us, because my uncles came to spend the day: Auntie Amparo (38), Uncle Carlos (40), their daughters Elsa (3) and baby girl Laia (almost 2-mo, she's beautiful and very smiley), my little brother Pablo (almost 19-mo), mom (40) and me (17).
The last time I pooped was Friday evening. That day I ate cabbage au gratin with cheese for lunch and that night I went to dinner with my friends at one of their houses. I drank a lot of fizzy drinks and we had some delicious beef fajitas that we prepared ourselves; I ate 4. Yesterday, Spanish Constitution Day, my grandparents, mom, Pablo and I went to eat at their friend's house. We had asparagus, pâtés, aged cheeses and roast lamb with potatoes. That evening, I had some delicious broad beans with ham at my grandparent's house and then we went back to our house. During the trip, my mother and brother were victims of my farts (they were bearable but they smelled bad). I felt bloated, but I didn't feel like pooping. When I went to pee before going to bed, I sat on the toilet for a while letting out smelly farts but I didn't poop (I didn't force it either because I didn't feel a single piece). After that I felt much better.
Today, Sunday, I woke up feeling very refreshed. My uncles have arrived at 11:00 am with our cousins and we had lunch around 1:30 pm. After dessert, I start to feel the pressure of a huge turd in my rectum (technically, it's not even a 2-dayer, it's a 43-hourer and I'm good at burning calories and making use of digested food, but since I've eaten so much these past 2 days my bowels are already full). Laia is crying and while I let the pressure of my poop increase I see my aunt breastfeeding her until she falls asleep. I spend a few more minutes with the children and excuse myself to the bathroom since the urge is quite strong. I go to the 2nd bathroom to free up the main one and avoid stinking it up, and luckily for them neither Elsa nor Pablo come with me.
As soon as I sit down, I completely relax my sphincters; I have pee and poop, but the poop's urge is bigger and, as usual, the turd is too thick to move on its own. I lean forward with my legs open, push hard, awful and putrid smelling gases "waf, pfff, wiiif, PFFFFFFfffffffffffff" and the monster starts to come out relatively quickly; in 4 seconds, a very gassy, thick (6 cm) and long (total about 50 cm) snake with its head slightly bent forward is evacuated completely as 2 pieces. The 1st piece is shorter and has its head submerged in water; the first 10 cm are made of very-short-sausage-shaped pebbles fused together, with a little mucus between them and light mustard brown in color. The rest of the piece is smooth but with a cracked surface with large patches, like when puddle mud dries (surface dried Bristol type 4 or soft-spongy-cake inside Bristol type 3) and with a slightly darker color, light milk-chocolate brown. The 2nd piece is longer and exactly the same as the 2nd part of the 1st one, completely out of the water and more or less slightly curved around the 1st piece (showing its sponge-cake like interior in the wider and deeper cracks), although with a slightly lighter and golden color towards the end, light mustard brown.
The bathroom reeks of shit, not eggy, putrid and rancid, but neither one overpowering the other; neither like old/rotten manure (in me, the very dry, multi-day constipated poop) nor like rotten and rancid vomit (in me, the very fresh, soft, mushy and diarrhea-like kind). Simply a very, very strong and fecal pure poop smell, practically unbearable, one of the stinkiest this year. As soon as the shit finishes coming out, I let out a long pee, keeping my anus wide open in case more poop comes out. The complete emptying is extremely pleasurable and after the pee no more poop comes out. I have to wipe 6 times, digging in my hole until no more of this clay-like and sticky light brown poop stains the toilet paper. With 3 flushes and the brush, the porcelain is completely clean. I open the window, spray a large amount of air freshener and close the door as quickly as possible so as not to stink up the house (although I don't mention it to save space in the posts, I always wash my hands after pooping).
I came out of the bathroom very happy (almost euphoric) and relieved, and although I expected some joking from auntie or mom, my uncle Carlos and the 2 of them are having a serious conversation about an acquaintance of theirs who is very ill. At least I've made room in my intestines for lunch tomorrow at mom's friend's house, December 8th, Feast of the Immaculate Conception, which even though it's a Monday is a national holiday throughout Spain.
By the way, I have some great news to share: I've got "another toilet" where I can relieve myself pleasantly. Finally my uncles, after thinking about it for 2 weeks, have bought a fenced-in farmland with a small house in the center (they got it for a great price from an 81-yo man with 2 children who, when their parents pass away, would rather have money than property). Although they've always come to our house and will continue to come and swim in our pool, they want something of their own where the little girls will always have fond memories when they grow up in addition to using it for cultivation. A place to spend weekends and summers in the countryside. What I think will happen is that we'll take turns, sometimes at our place, sometimes at theirs. It's located 15 km from here in an area of plots and farmland.
At first I wasn't excited because my aunt told me they were located near/in the area where a classmate and friend of mine has a large country house. I don't like to poop when other girls around my age are meters from me. It doesn't matter if they're not in the bathroom or can't get in; just knowing they're not far from me is enough... It's psychological and not because of shyness; I'll explain this in detail in the next post, my "poop thing". When I saw the plot on Gmpas, I completely changed my mind and was very happy. My friend's house is about 2 km (straight-line distance) from my aunt's plot and she takes a different road. Most importantly, although the plot is smaller than ours it's fully fenced just like ours. It has a rounded shape (like a domed square) with the small house in the center, well hidden among the crops. The closest straight-line distance between the house's walls and the fences is 109 m. In this case it's the back wall, which is where my uncles told me the small outdoor toilet is located, which is perfect. The day I poop in the house, no one will be able to be closer than that distance (who might bother me while I'm pooping, meaning girls around my age) unless my uncles invite them, in which case I won't poop there that day. Bye and happy pooping.
Sunday, December 7, 2025
Becc
After Thanksgiving Poop
OK, let me share this real quick. It was Friday morning and I got up at my normal time. I had the day off and planned to relax. I started the morning with an espresso after a glass of water and and lime juice and yogurt. Usually I journal in the morning, along with prayer and mediation.
Then the feeling hit. I could tell the water and espresso were getting things moving! I finished writing and stood up and could tell that the urge was strong. I walked around my small living space a few times to see if the urge would get stronger, which it did.
When I made it to the toilet, I sat and relaxed. My anus dilated and the large snake began to slither out, creating a thick smell in the air and a warm feeling down there. It came out at a medium speed. It created a backwards "C" in the toilet. I sat for a few minutes then wiped and flushed.
I thought that was it but 30 minutes later I felt the urge again and this time a lot of soft logs cascaded into the toilet. They were thick and warm, but smelled stronger.
Clean up on both were easy! What a way to celebrate Brown Friday!
LC
Replies
Thanks to all who contribute here, makes for some interesting reading.
@ Tricky - Great long format stories as always, much appreciated.
@ Theresa - Thanks for sharing, interest to read more from you.
@ Becc - I have a few comments for you. First, no worries about the detailed accident story, Ive definitely felt like i overshared here before. However, the subject matter was surely on topic, and I'm certain people enjoyed the story. Second, I wondered for sometime if people in your field of medicine share your enthusiasm for the topic in a casual sense? Is it normal to talk about such things with your co workers? Third, it sounds like you had a satisfying brown Friday, did it meet your expectations? Were there any noteworthy performances from your family members? Finally, I'll share my brown Friday story since you asked for some stories.
I usually go quite early in the am. This time was no different, but we had family staying with us, and i hoped to go before anyone awoke. I didn't have any need upon waking or during my regular routine. That changed after the first cup of strong coffee. I could tell it would be a #3 or #4 on the Bristol stool chart by the non urgent but achy feeling.
I didn't delay long and took my second cup of coffee to the bathroom with me. I situated myself and things began to move once i found the most ergonomic position. It felt pretty wide but comfortable, it touched the basin, and then continued to move at an even pace. It dropped off with a bit of a thud. Soon, a strong smell engulfed the bathroom and I sat for another 30 seconds to make sure I was done.
I peaked between my legs and could tell it was quite large, and would have to flush before wiping. The offering stretched from the porcelain on the front and the back, riding up on both ends. It looked to be about as thick as my wrist, similar to the diameter of the trap of the toilet, as the log all but obscured it (not uncommon for me). I tried to flush twice but the basin simply emptied, barely disturbing it. I won't go into the gory details but needed the plunger and a few more flushes to return service.
I felt much contented afterwards and it was another 30 minutes before anyone else awoke. Suffice to say, no one knew of the mayhem that had taken place in the bathroom earlier that morning. :)
Annie (from Taiwan) - I realized some time ago that I missed a reply from you. Anyway, I hope you're doing well, I recall you had some long term health challenges.
- LC
Emma two
Poo shy boyfriend
I once had a boyfriend from school and I noticed that he never had a poo when I was around. I guess he must have been embarrassed by it but there was one time he did go at my house. We were all watching television when he quietly got up and went upstairs. He was gone for half an hour and I knew he was having a poo. He came back to the living room looking embarrassed but relieved. I didn't say anything about it as I didn't want to embarrass him further but I was busting for a wee so I went up to the bathroom. I was immediately struck by the smell of his poo and the toilet was badly skid marked bellow the water from the enormous poo he'd done. He must have been desperate to go and I'm sure he'd held it for a few days before he realised he was about to go in his pants before he was forced to use our toilet.
Ben
Rock bottom
Pissing my pants at work was the lowest moment of my life but it turned me around.
A few years ago things were rough. My longterm gf cheated on me and left, and I got let go from my corporate job shortly after. I took some shifts at a cafe to make ends meet while I figured myself out. I was a mess, I couldn't face the fact my relationship was over and I was dealing with it badly, drinking and partying a lot.
I was ????ing up at work too. Turning up late and making careless mistakes. I resented the step down in my career and just didn't want to be there. My manager was sympathetic, but getting frustrated with me. It came to a head one day when day I showed up to work, late of course, and told my manager I'd hit the bathroom then get to work. She was irritated and reminded me the bathrooms were closed for maintenance and we had to use the train station down the street. We'd been told weeks before and I forgot. I'd had a coffee and bowl of soup and already had to pee bad, I felt guilty, plus we were short on staff and it was the brunch rush so I told her I'd get to work and take a break later when things calmed down.
We get to work and the shift is brutal, we've overwhelmed. I do my best but eventually I gotta go so bad I'm distracted and making stupid mistakes. I cross my legs and pee dance but two hours in I'm at my absolute limit. I apologize to my coworker and run down the street cursing because the damn is already bursting, but it's a busy street with school nearby and I can't relieve myself here. I'm fumbling with my zip as I enter the station and can feel wetness at my crotch. I dash into the men's room but it's too late, piss is running down my legs and pooling at my feet. For a second I was in shock, and then it just hit me and I started bawling like a baby. I hadn't really cried about my gf leaving or my job but this was the final ????ing straw. I called my manager sobbing and told her I'd wet my pants and had to leave, which was the most humiliating part. She was kind about it, but I'd ????ed up one too many times and she fired me a few days later.
Funny but this was when my life turned around. Crying in pissed pants in a public bathroom makes you take stock of your life, and I needed to face my breakup and figure my shit out. Sucks that it took pissing myself and getting fired for that to happen, but I guess that's why they call it rock bottom.
STEPHEN.P
POOPING ON THE TRAIN
Friday morning I overslept woke at eight am sat on the bedpan had a wee then a NUMBER TOO got off laid on my side wiped with four sheets of kitchen roll then took the pan to bonfire and emptied ,washed under the water butt.
I had dinner at one am then put on some tidy clothes ready for the evening,left house at three pm and walked to train station stopping on way for a wee on the common ground nearby.I bought a ticket in the self service before entering the platform .
The train was running Twelve Minutes late after a few minutes I needed to go a NUMBER TOO Twenty passengers were waiting ,eventually the train arrived passengers got off before we boarded .Two teenage girls in front of me one went into the left hand toilet the other went to the seating area .
The train pulled away from the platform then I heard the vacuume flush from the right hand toilet one minute later a middle age women came out I went in undone my belt and trousers down with my underwear and sat down and had a wee the train pulled into the next station my bowels opened I had a really good crapp the train pulled away I had a wee then
sat until the next station ,wiped will the tissue supplied ,dressed then flushed as the train pulled away .The lady was waiting outside went in when I came out I waited outside the toilet as I would get out next stop, the teenage girl came from the seating area and frantically banged on the left hand toilet door calling her friend Sarah.
Sarah come out of the toilet as the train was entering the station ,there was a slight discussion as to why Sarah took so long I heard Sarah say I had to have a poop !!
Königin
Post Thanksgiving Poo
Hi everyone, second post, so I ate a ton on thanksgiving at two different houses, my Dads family's house and my Mom's Family's house. My sisters and cousins of course did poos the day of or day after but me? Nope I didn't get the urge to do a poo until four days after, I had tried to move things along with some fiber supplements but that just made me feel bloated and gassy. On the fourth day I took some laxatives, and then went shopping with some friends, big mistake. I had taken the laxatives about 6:00am and I didn't get the urge till about 12:00pm, and it was urgent, my stomach hurting bad, I was bloating and cramping and everything in me felt like mush, the pressure in my bum intensified and I had to tell my friends to wait for me cause I needed a toilet, bad. I ran off to the ladies room, it was like three stalls, and one was occupied. I took the end stall, and locked myself in, I was fidgeting and squirming as I hiked my skirt and peeled down my leggings and knickers. The moment I put my bum on that seat I started firing off farts, which got wetter and wetter and eventually turned into a flood of soft poo. Four days was coming out fast and loud. I was on the pot for like thirty minutes, cause every time I thought I was done I wasn't, it took like thirty wipes to get clean cause it was really messy. I checked the bowl to see my muddy poo, and it was a big one, I wiped up, flushed and went about my day. Thank you all for reading, hopefully I'll have more stories in the future.
Emma two
Co worker blocked the toilet
I was having my lunch in the canteen at work yesterday and I noticed my co worker Stacie walking into the canteen before she turned around and left quickly. She came back twenty minutes minutes later looking embarrassed but smiling and she sat next to me and told, "That was close and I wouldn't go in there for a while if I was you." She added "And I think I might have blocked it." After lunch I had to pee so I went to the toilet and found the cubicle Stacie had used and it was full of her poo. There was toilet paper on top of the pile and I thought about trying to flush it but I decided not to take the risk. I moved to another cubicle and had my wee which I really needed and left after washing my hands.
Princess Toadstool Peach
Using a Hunker Poop Stool to adjust and squat while pooing
Hello everyone I'm Princess Toadstool Peach and today I purchased a handy little invention I saw online and it's from Australia. It's called the Hunker Poop Stool it will help me squat and adjust my posture better when I'm sitting on the toilet. I tried it out this morning for a relaxing morning bowel movement poo and a long pee tinkle too. This Hunker Poop Stool helped me get all my solid thick big poos out of my behind in no time flat with a loud crackle and a big push just as much as my old Squatty Potty footrest. I felt so relieved when I completed my poo and I grabbed some toilet paper and began wiping my bottom and vagina after I finished my pee. I can't wait to use my Hunker Poop Stool again and have another relaxing poo and pee adjusting and squatting as I sat on the toilet with my dress up and my pink panties down to my ankles. OK that's all for today. Bye bye now!
Leah
Replies
Dear mjd:
It was very awkward having a poo knowing someone is listening to you, i was hoping she would leave but she diddnt. I didn't hear the other woman, not a peep, but I'm sure she was having a poo. My own poo really stunk the place out so I wouldn't have been able to smell hers if she went. Embarrassingly she must have known it was me as I collected my magazine and was reading it, turning pages ect. But the poor woman never reacted to my stink and she was in there before I got in there.
I have been having stomach problems lately, and on Friday I was on the loo at work for a good half an hour, reading and farting. That is very embarrassing and I would have to say half an hour is the longest amount of time spent on the loo at work. Even with the lights turned off I can still read, it's just wiping that's impossible in the dark.
But on Friday I could feel the poo in my rectum, but only farts was coming out and I pushed and struggled, I was panting as I was getting my breath back and pressing under my stomach. That's why I have something to read, I'll strain so much and wait as I'm reading, see if the poo is moving and strain some more.
But on Friday I got caught out, which was so embarrassing. A colleague came into the room and the door creaked open, she walked up to my loo and knocked on the door "leah, is that you?" she asked, I answered in a strained voice and she said "I've been sent to look for you as you haven't been seen in a long time" I apologised and said I was having some problems, but would be finished soon. "Ok" she said and left the room.
It's harder to hear other people, all I ever hear is people coughing when I can smell they're poo, sometimes a little grunt but nothing more
I am sure there will be stories over Christmas, but yeah. We are all guilty of stuffing ourselves. I have a nice body so I won't be happy if I put weight on, January is for dieting.
But I find that I eat so much that my poos just force it's way of of me over Christmas, but more slowly.
All the rich food is what makes me go, but the constipation just ruins it for me, especially if I'm holding it when I'm away from home. Holding it kills my stomach and I get more um, ploppy over Christmas.
I have an interview coming up soon so my stomach is really poopy right now. I'm going to have a rough week so I might consider using imodium if my poos get too loose
To austin:
I'm not American so I don't really know what thanksgiving is, but I'm sure you had a good poo.
Wednesday, December 3, 2025
Cycling Adventure
I regularly go for long cycle rides at the weekend with a cycling partner. Often we need to pee, but with no nearby public toilet, we just park our bikes and pee by the side of the road. We make sure that no one else is in view, but are not shy about peeing in front of each other. Usually we just keep chatting away until we are both finished.
Last weekend's cycle was a bit different because we both ended up using an organic toilet together and it was fun. We had been cycling along a coastal road and came to a beach with a public toilet. There was no one else around and I asked Mike whether he needed to stop. He said not particularly but that he would join me if I needed to relieve myself. I said I did, so we parked the bikes against the side of the toilet building and went through the door into the male section.
What was inside was quite a surprise. On one side wall, there was a sink and a urinal. So far, so normal. But what was straight in front of us as we entered was more surprising. There was a shelf about 2-3 feet high jutting out from the wall. Into this, there had been cut 2 oval holes side by side on top of which toilet seats had been placed. One of the toilet seats had tape in the form of a cross going across it, indicating that it was not to be used. A notice next to the toilets said that the toilets were organic and were meant to receive pee or poo only. Any toilet paper used was to be placed in a bin next to the toilets.
We looked at each other, wondering what to do. Mike then said that he was quite intrigued by the organic toilet, so would happily use that if I wanted to use the urinal. I agreed to that and went over to the urinal and started peeing. I was slightly surprised when I turned round to see that Mike had taken down his cycling shorts and pants and was sitting on the toilet. I then heard the sound of his pee splashing down into the bottom of the hole below, and asssumed that he had just sat down to have a pee rather than standing, to see what it was like.
How wrong I was! By this time I was finishing up peeing and looked round to see Mike looking straight ahead with an expression of concentration on his face. He was obviously trying to shit, a fact which was confirmed a bit later by the noise of turds falling with a splosh like noise onto whatever was already at the bottom of the hole. There was no plopping noise as there was no water in the toilet. At that point Mike said that he felt much better after that and that he hoped I didn't mind. I was a bit surprised but said something along the lines of when you've got to go, you've got to go. Mike then took some toilet roll and lifted his right buttock off the seat to wipe, which he repeated 3 or 4 times until he was satisfied that he was clean. All of the toilet paper, the first bits of which had considerable brown stains on, were placed in the bin.
Mike then pulled up his pants and shorts, stating that he had just had one of the most comfortable shits of his life. This intrigued me and without thinking about it, I said that if it was that good, I would give it a go! Mike said go for it and made way for me to sit on the loo. Having taken my bottom layers down, I turned round and positioned myself on the toilet. The seat was still warm and it did feel very comfortable. When I looked down between my legs I could see a whole load of poo, some of it hard some soft of various shades of brown. On top of the pile sat Mike's newly laid deposits. I remarked that he had obviously needed that and started to try to add my own offering to those below. It took a bit of time for me to open up but I didn't feel embarrassed. We started to chat about how far we still had to cycle and where we would go for lunch. Eventually I managed to pass a couple of smallish chunks, which again landed on the deposits below with a small thud. Unlike Mike, I had to stand to wipe which was a bit embarrassing. Fortunately my bottom was easily cleaned as my turds had been solid.
I deposited my loo paper in the bin and got back dressed. I said that the whole experience had indeed been great. Organic toilets are a really good idea and the buddy dump had been fun. Mike agreed. I think we will be doing this again!
STEPHEN.P
OUTDOOR POOPING
Mick
Car journey from hell
I recently went on a trip to an air show, with four people I work with. We are friends, but not close. The air show was brilliant, and on the way home we stopped off in a small town for a meal. We found a Chinese restaurant and had a lovely meal. The journey home would take about 3 hours, so I made a flip to the toilet before we left. I could feel I needed a poo, but felt awkward taking my time, as my other colleagues had all just had a quick pee. I sat in the back of the car with two friends. The traffic was heavy, stop start for miles. I began to wish I'd had that poo now!
After about an hour, I realised I couldn't wait much longer. I'd been letting off small farts, but luckily the fan was on in the car, hopefully disguised the smell a bit. Eventually I couldn't wait any longer, and after a while said" John, when you can, can you find somewhere to pull over, I need a break. I think they thought I was going to be sick. I felt so embarrassed. In a few minutes we pulled into a lay-by, just off the main road. I couldn't go next to the car, so got out and climbed over a farm gate into a field. I walked a bit so I couldn't be seen . I quickly pulled down my jeans and boxers and squatted down. The relief. This huge thick poo curled out. I had nothing to wipe with, but found some dock leaves. I wiped as best as I could, and pulled up my jeans. Just at this moment, John appeared, needing a pee. He obviously saw my steaming log, but didn't say anything. The journey home was quiet and awkward.
Yesterday morning blue bright sky with a few clouds .dressed had a wee on the lawn then walked down to the field 500 yds from my house.I had a wee before walking to the far end .down with my jogging bottoms and pants and lowered myself to squatt position .I raised myself up then down again then up I pooped as I lowered then I pushed and enjoyed a good crapp
When done wiped ,dressed .walked back home ,had a cup of tea then got on with the rest of the day.
Becc
After Thanksgiving Poop
OK, let me share this real quick. It was Friday morning and I got up at my normal time. I had the day off and planned to relax. I started the morning with an espresso after a glass of water and and lime juice and yogurt. Usually I journal in the morning, along with prayer and mediation.
Then the feeling hit. I could tell the water and espresso were getting things moving! I finished writing and stood up and could tell that the urge was strong. I walked around my small living space a few times to see if the urge would get stronger, which it did.
When I made it to the toilet, I sat and relaxed. My anus dilated and the large snake began to slither out, creating a thick smell in the air and a warm feeling down there. It came out at a medium speed. It created a backwards "C" in the toilet. I sat for a few minutes then wiped and flushed.
I thought that was it but 30 minutes later I felt the urge again and this time a lot of soft logs cascaded into the toilet. They were thick and warm, but smelled stronger.
Clean up on both were easy! What a way to celebrate Brown Friday!
Leah
Survey
Hi tia, I thought I'd take your survey. Ahem
When you are alone do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet?
Yes, always
2. Do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet if your family, SO(Significant Other), roommate is around?
My bathroom has no lock on the door, so anyone can open the door. I kind of leave it ajar.
3. If you are a noisy pooper such as loud farts, grunting. etc. do you try being quiet when you have company?
Yes, it's very embarrassing if anyone hears me as I'm going, but I often have to push and strain to go anyway so it can be awkward.
4. Are you ok if your children, SO, roommate walk in while you are on the toilet?
I'd rather they didn't, but I don't mind
5. Are you ok walking in to use the toilet while your children, SO, roommate is in there for another reason?
Yes, I'd rather not but I will if I have to
6. Are you comfortable using a public toilet if someone is in the stall next to you?
Yes, I might get pee or poo shy but I am comfortable
7. How often do you get so constipated that you need an enema?
Not that often, the aim is to not use one but I will if I have to.
8. Do you use a squatty potty when pooping?
No.
9. When was the first time you realized you were fascinated with pooping?
I don't know
10. What started that fascination?
The inner struggle I suppose
11. Do you listen to hear you SO on the toilet?
The door doesn't shut fully, so sound travels well
12. Do you always wipe until you are completely clean?
Yes. Sometimes my bum gets sore from wiping, so I give up sometimes
13. How often in the course of a month do you leave skid marks in your underwear, panties, thong, etc.?
Quite often
14. Do you fart when you pee?
Sometimes
15. Have you ever had a poop get stuck half way out and needed help getting it the rest of the way out?
Yes, but help? No
Tech Dude
First Official Post
Hey all!! I've been a long time lurker of this site for years , and I think it's time for me to make an official post ! Now I technically have posted here before , but it was anonymous and was in response to help someone that asked a question on how to deal with a situation. Okay on to the introduction : The name's Tech Dude and I'm from NYC ! As other people have done I'll give a bit of a description of myself : I'm Black , in my early to mid 30s, and about 5ft 8in tall. Helps to have a visual when reading a post lol . Over the years I've found myself in interesting scenarios with people or by myself when it comes to pissing or pooping that I couldn't really share with anyone else without it coming off the wrong way to others. So I'll share my stories here in a place that is open to hearing it :) Enough of me rambling, I'll start with my first story. I was on the phone with a friend of mine, going over plans I made for a bunch of us to go apple picking. We'll call her Samantha. Samantha and I go way back to our days in high school. We kept in touch here and there after high school, but really began to talk more a couple of years afterwards in which we became really good friends. For a bit of a visual, Samantha is Chinese with a slim but curvy figure , with brown hair that goes just below shoulder length, and is a little bit shorter than me. So I continue to talk to her about the different spots that we were considering to go apple picking , while also going over day to day life. As I start to go into detail about one of the farms, Samantha suddenly says " Hey I'm gonna go to the bathroom" . I then respond saying "Oh okay." while thinking that she'll call me back once she's done. When Samantha says that she's going to the bathroom or that she needs to use the bathroom, that's usually her way of saying she needs to poop. In past conversations , she would always hang up , and call me back later once she's done. She has no issue peeing while on the phone with me, but pooping was usually something she wasn't open with.Despite knowing that I'm open with bodily functions. So as I was about to tell her I'll speak to her later, she cuts me off and says "You can keep talking. I'm just letting you know that I'm gonna be using the bathroom." From there, I just replied okay and continued to talk. As I go over the times and dates available I can hear her walk into the bathroom, lift the toilet seat up, and lower her pants. There's abit of silence on her end , then she starts to comment on the dates and times I mentioned. After about a minute into her talking, I hear a distinctive "plip" sound come from her end. Then as I respond I hear "plip, plip, plop" as she started pooping more. A fairly loud hissing sound comes from her next as she begins to pee while we move on to who was available for the trip. For the next several minutes a random plop or two would be heard while we talked , with barely any sounds of Samantha sighing , or grunting . Then as our talk hits the 1 hour mark ( She started pooping about 45 minutes in ) Samantha says "So who is 'nhmph' gonna pick us up?" as she finishes that thought a loud "PLOP!" rang out through the phone.I respond by saying " Oh Jared is gonna pick us up" as a faint sound of small bursts of pee hitting the porcelain is heard while she continues to push silently. After another faint plop , Samantha begins to wipe with what sounded like baby wipes judging from it sounding like she was ruffling through a package every few seconds. She then proceeded to flush , as we discussed plans for lunch . Eventually we concluded our conversation with her confirming that she would go on the trip, and we said our goodbyes. After the phone call I laughed a bit to myself remembering her saying that she couldn't understand how people could poop while on the phone. After that day however, Samantha started to regularly poop while on the phone with me. Guess you could say that call really opened her up lol . Anyways that's my first post . Sorry if it was too long or not much of a story . I'll wrap up here hoping that you all enjoyed reading my post. Be back for more .
Hey
Does anyone else look back on their lives and go damn I wish I'd shit back then lol
I've had a few. One example is when I was at college and we had a bathroom where we would eat lunch etc. yknow where you'd have a break from classes and that. Think power rangers Ernie's juice bar 🤷‍♂️ lol. Well I had in between classes a few times with a couple of women friends at the time. A couple of times one of them ( same one ) would go to the bathroom for a while- clearly pooping- so I kind of wish I'd gone with her in hindsight.
Here's the thing tho. I spent the night hanging out with a chick the other night at Romanos (local bar) and eventually we had to go to the bathroom.
Now I was guessing she also needed to shit but guess not. Turns out she only needed to pee and let me know on the way there. Some backstory- we danced and hang out drank and did more than just that in her room. We were really into each other at the time. This was after tho and I thought yknow what? Screw it. This might be my one chance to go shit with a chick BUT only I needed to lol. So when we got into the bathroom after she knew I needed to shit she peed and I had my jeans and undies around my ankles lol
She came into my stall. She saw me load up with a big tea earlier that night haha. We talked for a bit before I pushed out a couple of logs. She said "oh my god you're husband material" lol glad she felt that way as I scrunched my face up and pushed out a log as it plopped into the bowl and went "ahhh". Couldn't help it I really needed to poo lol
After a few logs I wiped my ass and flushed. I really appreciate that she was into it lol. Well we hung out the rest of the night but that's it. I still have her number should I hit her up. We could be more than just people who dated and one who took a dump in front of the other me lol. I didn't want to name her for privacy sakes lol see what happens
Postman
Had my best after Thanksgiving poop
As I predicted, I had a fantastic BM Sunday morning. Usually my best post Thanksgiving dump is always two or three days after, and this one didn't disappoint.
As always, after my second cup of coffee, I felt the urge. I sat on the toilet scrolling through my phone, letting out several small farts for a few minutes. Soon my butthole relaxed and I felt the turd poking out. I just let nature take it's course.
I knew it was a long one. Once I finished, I sat for awhile scrolling, then I wiped. I was pleased to see a long, coiled up medium brown snake resting in the bowl. I flushed and away it went to the city sewage plant.
Hope everybody is having pleasant post holiday dumps. I would imagine December is a busy time of year for sewage plants and septic tanks all over the world, with all the extra eating going on.
Have a great day all!
MJD
To Leah
As ever a great story Leah. Sounds like it's really bad for your sister.
Sounds like you had a tricky poo at work. Did you hear your fellow toilet occupier trying to go? What's the longest time you've sat on the toilet at work trying to go? Have you ever Ben so desperate that you've just pushed really hard / strained loudly regardless of who might hear you? Have you ever heard a colleague trying to go?
Do you often get constipated over Christmas? I know I do as I enjoy my food and sometimes regret it afterwards.
Happy pooping!
To Leah
Leah I liked your story about pooping in the ladies room at work hope your poop came out alright. How was your after Thanksgiving poo? Mine was nice & smooth. Looking forward to hearing from u! My name is Austin by the way!
Emma two
Desperate on the bus
I was desperate for a poo all the way home from work last night and when I got to my stop I was practically pooing myself. I had to clench tightly as I was getting off the bus but it wasn't enough and I started to go in my knickers. I tried to stop it but it was soft and mushy and it just kept coming out filling my underwear. It was a relief but what a mess. My jeans sagged under the weight of it and the smell was impossible to hide. I got inside the flat without anyone seeing me and undressed in the bathroom. My knickers were ruined but my jeans were washable and I emptied the smelly contents of my knickers in the toilet and flushed it away. Now for the cleaning up. My bottom was covered in muddy poo and it stank so bad I gagged as I stepped into the shower. It took a lot of washing to get clean and I could still smell poo even though I'd washed myself thoroughly in the shower. I dried myself and changed my clothes and walking into the lounge to join Sarah. She knew I'd pood myself and she asked me if I was ok and I shouldn't be embarrassed as it happens to everyone at some time.
Monday, December 1, 2025
Postman
After Thanksgiving poops
Has everybody had their day after Thanksgiving poop yet? I just had mine. It wasn't spectacular, but for me the best ones are usually on Saturday or Sunday, after a couple days of leftovers.
Looking forward to everybody's stories. Have a good "crappy" day, all.
Autistic Ethan
Post-Thanksgiving Diarrhea
Hey all!
Nothing notable has happened in my toilet life, until this morning. Currently pooping my guts out. Anyone else willing to share their experiences with pooping after thanksgiving?
Mikey
Kid's Thanksgiving Poops
Does anyone have a kid in your family that takes big poops after Thanskgiving dinner? I have a 16 year old nephew named Luke who is a good kid, small for his age and socially immature. He looks like he is about 12. After our Thanksgiving feast at my house the bathroom is close to the dining room. About 30 min after dinner I noticed Like was no where to be seen and was in the bathroom for like 20 minutes. He grunts every so often when he poops so I could hear that. I went into the bathroom about two minutes after he was done and by the smell Luke was very successful in having a massive bowel movement. The smell was strong and skid marks were all over inside the toilet. A few hours later, just as his family was getting ready to leave, he asked his mom if he could go to the bathroom before they left. I heard Luke grunting and immediately knew he had to go poop again. Once again he had to sit on the toilet for about 20 minutes with grunts happening a few times per minute. That has to do with his immaturity because I would have held until I got home but maybe he had a strong urge and couldn't hold it. I guess teen boys poop A LOT!
Leah
Awkward poo
I was at work yesterday when I really needed a poo, I excused myself and went to the ladies.
When I went In I walked to the table at the end of the room and picked up my magazine, but someone was in my loo at that end of the room. So I went down the other end and into the first loo.
I locked the door, unbuckled my trousers and pulled everything to my ankles and opened the magazine on My lap. A very awkward poo would come.
I started blowing some farts, while going through the pages of the magazine, I could feel the poo coming, the pressure was intense.
I needed to pee too, but the poo must have been blocking my bladder so I would have to poo first.
I getting some good reading in and I was really settled in, after five minutes I had to do what I couldn't. I had to push in front of a colleague, I pushed hard and I tried to keep it quiet but I'm sure I gave myself away with my grunting.
I had a good couple of mushy poos and I stayed a few more minutes, trying to push out the rest of it, and at this point my pee was able to come out and I had a good sigh of relief, followed by another few small plops in the bowl.
After another minute of sitting I decided to start wiping my very dirty bum, since I was finished I used my magazine as a fan, it was very bad smelling. As i was wiping my bum the paper was very moist, due to the mushy poos I had but worst came then. As I was wiping my bum the lights went out.
And because I was at the other end of the room, the opposite end to where the window is it meant I was in true darkness.
Even though I couldn't see I wiped as best I could, I stood up, buckled up my trousers and left my loo, as I did the lights came back on. I walked back to the table at the end of the room to put my magazine back, I walked past the other woman in the end loo, I'm sure she must have been sleeping in there as I had not heard a peep from her all the time I was in there.
When I was at the sinks washing my hands I could clearly see her shoes under the cubicle door, maybe she was having a hard time, who knows.
I could feel my bum wasn't right, so the next time I peed I pulled my thong down and I could see a huge poopy skidmark on my thong, that would not have happened if it were not for those stupid timed lights. I wiped my bum properly this time, but I probably still smelled of poo.
I'm loving the stories! Until next time.
Saturday, November 29, 2025
Tricky
I Only Had Five Minutes
It was Junior year of high school.
Just as it did later during Senior year, my foreign language class took up my lunch break once out of every week(as referenced on page 3156, "Second and final time pooping in locker room, Senior year"). Except this teacher for my Junior year foreign language also in this instance denied me a restroom break after eating lunch in his class when I needed it. I had to poop really bad and was denied permission to leave. The bell rang.
With only 5 minutes to next class, and next class being at the opposite end of the school, I didn't have time to poo without making myself late, possibly receiving detention. Sometime during next period, I asked the teacher for permission to use the restroom and was denied. By the end of that class, it had built up into an emergency, the result of my parents deciding to make lima beans the previous night(which often led to some epic dumps, see page 3088 "The day after I ate too many lima beans"). Not wanting to embarrass myself, I'd also been holding in farts all day, and by the time the bell rang for me to head to my last class, I decided that I would try to do a speed dump, something I normally never attempted at school.
I had 5 minutes. If I wasn't at least in class by the time the bell rang, I could receive an after school detention. Luckily, the boys' room was on my way to my next class. I power walked as fast as I could, not just because of the time limit, but because I legitimately thought I might poop my pants since I'd been holding this monstrosity in all day.
I got to the boys' room. As usual, it was filling up with students. Many preferred to pee in the stalls because the bowl-style urinals with no partitions were as bad as a trough from a privacy standpoint. Boys stood with their organs out in full view, streams visibly splashing the water.
I saw one stall available of maybe six, all of the urinals also in use. It was the very first stall in front of the entrance, the least private of them. I rushed passed a boy who was in my next class, a short white kid with black hair combed down his forehead. I wasted no time and paid no mind to the now 15 or so boys that saw me enter the stall. The room would soon fill with 10-20 more. I mentally tuned them out. At least I had a door for coverage, unlike the previous school I attended. I could barely keep my sphincter clenched long enough to get to the toilet.
I latched the door, lowered the toilet seat(it was usually up because boys more often peed in the stalls than pooped in them), and dropped my pants all the way down, showing off my hairless ankles and white underwear.
As soon as I touched the seat, I started pushing as hard as I could. I wanted to get it over with, as the clock was ticking. I knew it was a big one.
*FWORT-SHLUPFTPHLUPFT-T-Z-T-Z-T...*
The sound of a loud but muffled gaseous expulsion followed by loud crackling accompanied an unusually voluminous and thick but surprisingly soft mass of excrement rapidly extruding out of me. I could feel it forcing my buttcheeks apart and smearing itself. The sounds it made echoed about the toilet bowl and off the walls with a thunderous presence, as if one was standing in a cave during an earthquake listening to plates of Earth shift and crack with a terrifying resonance. That is when I realized that the usual social chit-chat in the restroom had ceased. I was only maybe 10-15 seconds into this poop leaving my butt. The sounds it made now dominated and overwhelmed all of the noise in the room. I was embarrassed, knowing that everyone in there knew it was me, but had little choice but to keep going. My knees quivered involuntarily as I felt cold flashes run down my entire body, and kept on pushing it out. I knew I could make it to my next class on time if I stayed focused.
*...T-T-T-Z-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-T-Z-PLFTPH-T-Z-T*
*FWOOMPT*
The tail end of the turd dropped in. It was done and over with in 30 seconds, but it felt like minutes. My anal sphincter and abs were sore and I was out of breath from the full-effort pushing and straining to get this out as quickly as I could. I felt a warm, wet and frothy filth coating the space around my perineum. Other than that, I felt euphoric, relieved of a heavy burden that I'd been holding for far too long. I had easily lost 2-3 lbs in the span of 30 seconds. I pushed again just in case there was more, and could feel more on the way, but it was a fart...
*BRRRRR-R-R-R-R-R-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T*
It echoed about the toilet bowl and off the walls, resonating about the room. I heard a student yell with amazement, "Goddamn <my last name omitted>! You alright in there?"
I paid him and the laughter in the room no mind. Everyone in there knew who I was and could see my shoes, socks, pants, and ankles underneath the stall. I was running out of time, and had to wipe a big mess off as quickly and efficiently as possible. I felt more poop in me, but there was no time for an encore performance. This would have to do.
As I was rolling the paper and wiping, people started chit-chatting again, paying me no mind. I had maybe 3 minutes left as I was wiping. I knew I wasn't going to be able to do as thorough of a cleanup job as I normally would have done. At 90 seconds remaining before the bell, I was still returning some brown with each wipe, but this would have to do.
I pulled my pants up and flushed. I didn't even check to see if everything went down, and exited the stall. Two students who were also in my next class were washing their hands and saw me exit. They both smiled at me, knowing that I was the one who took that loud poop.
As I hurriedly washed my hands, one of them, an athletic blonde-haired boy, then said, "How can you can take an epic dump in under five minutes without being late for class? I'm impressed!"
I was slightly embarrassed and paid him no heed. Perhaps sensing my discomfort, he didn't press any further. I saw myself in the mirror as I washed my hands. I was 16, but still looked 12.
I got to my next class on time. The student with black hair who I rushed passed while entering the restroom sat in a desk next to me, and he decided to remark, "You just took the fastest and loudest crap I've ever heard anyone take. How do you go that fast?"
I knew I was caught, and answered, "I didn't have a choice."
He continued, "Did it hurt?"
The blonde kid looked at me and then interrupted, "If taking a dump at school was an Olympic sport, you'd get the gold medal for sure dude. Jesus."
The teacher, a middle-aged and slightly overweight broad with red hair overheard us talking and interjected, looking at me, "This is NOT an appropriate topic of discussion for this classroom!"
We all shut up, aside from a few students snickering at the exchange. They all knew by now, since at least three of them in this specific classroom knew I was the one seated in that first stall mere minutes ago.
Later during that class, a few farts loudly forced themselves out of me. I couldn't do anything to hold them in and the pressure built up so much that I wasn't able to keep them in. Everyone in the class knew I was the source. They felt unusually warm, they stunk, and they echoed about the room. The teacher opened up the windows to let some fresh air in. As some of the students couldn't hold back laughter, she then yelled, "I don't want to hear it. Every one of you does it too." She also knew I was the source.
I eventually had to poop again, asked her permission to use the restroom, and she granted it. I returned to the same restroom stall I just used, only to find the toilet streaked with smears. I used it again. I was gone for at least 10 minutes, and it was another flatulent and large poop, a foot-long log that took a lot of wiping. When I returned to class, knowingly, she didn't ask me why I took so long. I'm sure the entire class knew I was pooping.
Richard
Thanksgiving Poops
Hi Ladies,
Please share your stories. Let us know the details. Did you release while shopping? Hear someone else in public? Have an accident in your panties? Leave skid marks?
Desperate on the way home from work
I was desperate for a poo all the way home from work last night and when I got to my stop I was practically pooing myself. I had to clench tightly as I was getting off the bus but it wasn't enough and I started to go in my knickers. I tried to stop it but it was soft and mushy and it just kept coming out filling my underwear. It was a relief but what a mess. My jeans sagged under the weight of it and the smell was impossible to hide. I got inside the flat without anyone seeing me and undressed in the bathroom. My knickers were ruined but my jeans were washable and I emptied the smelly contents of my knickers in the toilet and flushed it away. Now for the cleaning up. My bottom was covered in muddy poo and it stank so bad I gagged as I stepped into the shower. It took a lot of washing to get clean and I could still smell poo even though I'd washed myself thoroughly in the shower. I dried myself and changed my clothes and walking into the lounge to join Sarah. She knew I'd pood myself and she asked me if I was ok and I shouldn't be embarrassed as it happens to everyone at some time.
Mina
Anxiety and diarrhoea
Hi Everyone, we hope you are very fine.
In last post, Mina wrote her mental problems. During that time, Mina dropped a huge diarrhoea into green loo. Hisae was with her. So this time we tell you about that.
It was in morning as usual, Hisae and Mina moved to green flat for their defecate, while Maho and Kazuko defecating in beige flat. Hisae sat on green loo first, for ten minutes, she opened her beautiful bottom three times to pour huge mushy into loo, and then she produced little pieces. Her defecate was soft, but not a diarrhoea.
Then Mina sat on loo. Hisae massaged to her. She produced four large turds slowly. Hisae said "beautiful" four times. Then Mina pushed little bit harder, and fifth turd came out, but it suddenly changed to puree and came out more and more faster, Hisae said it came out for ten seconds.
"Beautiful. And huge!!! Stand, Minappé. I flush."
Mina stand up and looked in loo. Wow! very huge pile of light brown mushy! No water we could see.
Hisae flushed three times and all Mina's mierda went down, because it was soft, even first four turds were soft. Mina still feeling full so she sat down again. She had to wait about three minutes and then suddenly her bottom opened again and huge puree came out again. Little bit smaller than before one, but only little bit.
"Wow. Beautiful. Minappé your defecate is beautiful, your bottom is beautiful, everything of you is beautiful."
"Chae I love you very very much." Mina turned her head to kiss to Chae long time. Because Mina was a diarrhoea, she was not difficult to push out little pieces from her bottom with kissing to Chae. Lots little pieces, some of them not so little maybe.
After 15 minutes on loo Mina felt she was empty so she washed her bottom and then Hisae dried her very carefully, so carefully that Mina gave huge moan because ecstasy! After, we asked Kazu and Maho if that moan could hear in beige flat! (The answer was "no".)
Mina put on her panties and slacks and kissed to Hisae again, after motion we often share kiss with caressing a beautiful bottom each other for about one minute.
Mina didn't faint. She doesn't faint so often now. Happy!! We met Kazu and Maho outside flat and went to offices together like we do every work day.
How happy women we are, to defecate together every day with so much Love in our heart.
Love to Everybody.
Chakamami Family
P.S. When Mina reading early posts, she found post written by "Chae". Page 111 maybe. Bt this Chae is not same Chae with our lovely Chakamami Chae. She is different person!!
Becc
Happy Thanksgiving!
Hello Everyone!
I wanted to post more frequently, but other priorities have taken my spare time.
I can't wait until tonight, as all of my sisters will be home to celebrate. As I have written before, I live on my parents' land in a small house and go to their house for dinner almost every day. But the house seems so empty now that my Aunt Kate has passed and all of my sisters have moved out. I keep in touch with all of them weekly, but miss them terribly.
That said, I am looking forward to seeing them, and their families!
As for the purpose of the forum, I look forward to Thanksgiving because it usually results in some great poops! I am 6'2, and weighed 216 lbs yesterday morning. My appetite is incredible and I love to eat! Some of my best poops have come on Black Friday, which our family nicknamed "Brown Friday" years ago!
So please post your Thanksgiving poops! I hope that they are amazing!
Friday, November 28, 2025
STEPHEN.P
This morning I woke at five am had a wee got back into bed,ten minutes later I needed to NUMBER TOO so out of bed sat on the ELSAN MINI TOILET
and done a NUMBER TOO then went downstairs and made some tea .
I have just emptied the bucket on the bonfire and taken it back to bedroom,hoping I will have another bowel movement same time tomorrow.
STEPHEN . P
This morning woke at 06:00 am had a wee and a NUMBER TOO in the ELSAN MINI TOILET,then carried it down to the bonfire and emptied
Bianca
Hi guys! I heard a poop video in which a child cried because his poop was gone. He might have been still potty training. This was quite interesting. Maybe the child thought poop was lost treasure? Thank you for reading.
Sandra
Childhood toilet memories
My posts about using a potty seem to have started something! It is fun and not messy if you wee in the toilet first and line the potty with toilet paper for easy disposal. I poo every day so capacity is not an issue. Have not pooped laying down but will give it consideration.
I have been reminiscing about my childhood toilet experiences. A lot of the memories have faded but some remain. Some memories are not pleasant as the transition from the potty to the toilet was very problematic. As a result I think I was still using a potty for a lot longer than most toddlers. The liking I had for the potty has never been forgotten, hence my recent posts since one became available. I am an only child so there are no siblings to compare myself with. I have no recollection of when I started being potty trained but I have of when I started using the toilet for a poo and there was was a considerable time gap.
I really enjoyed using the potty to wee and poo in. From this point the act of defecation became a great pleasure. I usually sat on the potty to do what ever I needed to do in the living room but if visitors were present I recall being moved to the kitchen to be out of sight and probably smell. This bliss came to an end the moment it was time to introduce me to the toilet. Being small my legs were well off the ground and dangling as I gripped the seat with both hands, terrified I was going to fall in. I could just about manage a wee in this position but pooping, for me, requires relaxation and this was not possible when I was clinging on for dear life. It was out of the question. What used to be a joy had become a nightmare and in such a tense and traumatic state I could not go. My parents bought a seat to fit on the toilet seat which fitted my little bum but this had the effect of making matters worse with my feet even further off the ground. I did not like heights and never have. I feared I could fall and being so small it was a long way down. Not being able to go I became constipated and recall my mothers concern. I can remember something being stuck up my bum to induce me to go. When I was balancing on the toilet it fell into the water with no poo following. Even worse was the horrible tasting opening medicine I was spoon fed.
The inevitable was bound to happen. I cant remember the first time but with the opening medicine and the length of time it had been since I had gone it must have been a big load necessitating a very messy clean clean up for my mum. Although I cant remember specific instances pooping in my knickers continued. Not only was it far preferable to the balancing act on the toilet, it was something I was enjoying. The warm feel of poo accumulating on my bum was very appealing. When placed on the toilet I would only wee even when I needed to go both ways. I was not going to hold it and become constipated with the risk of being fed the disgusting tasting opening medicine. Instead I would sneak off upstairs to my bed room and poo in my knickers. It was something I was enjoying as much as using the potty. I would take a high squat position, relax and just go. I can recall one occasion when a turd ended up on the bedroom carpet.
Of course this did not go down well with my mum and I was scolded. I think she sussed early on that I was doing it deliberately and not having accidents. I do not recall messing myself outside the house in public, but it must have entered the thoughts of my mum. I believe this and the constant chore of having to clean me up and wash my clothes caused her to relent and bring back the potty. I stopped doing it in my knickers from this point. The potty was left in the toilet and I continued to use it for some time, even for a wee. By now I was doing my own wiping and washing my hands. I did not empty the potty in case my mum thought I was constipated again. No way was I going to suffer the taste of that opening medicine again.
I eventually became aware that I could not keep using the potty forever and I had friends my age who were comfortable with the toilet I made the decision to try and poo in the toilet again, this time without coercion and in private. There was no way it would be in the downstairs loo where I had had the scary experiences resulting in me doing it in my knickers. In addition the white toilet and thin black plastic seat were so uninviting. The toilet in the bathroom upstairs looked far less intimidating. It was pink to match the decor of the bathroom and the seat was far more substantial, a slightly darker shade of pink and patterned. More important, it was heavily contoured, unlike the seat in the toilet down stairs. This meant that my small hands could get a firmer grip and there was less chance of falling in. Although I had grown a bit taller by now my feet were still above the floor.
The memory of my first poo in a toilet, at what must have been an advanced age compared with most children although it was pre school has remained with me. I closed the bathroom door and climbed on to the seat with a feeling of both trepidation and excitement. I had waited until I really needed to go as I thought this would make breaking the ice easier. Gripping the seat I had a wee and poo followed after a push. It seemed strange to hear the plops and I liked the sound. I felt a real sense of achievement and elation.
I did not tell my mum and continued to use the potty. But after a few days I felt drawn to the bathroom toilet again and did my business. From now on I continued to poo in the less intimidating bathroom toilet and not the potty, but I did not tell my mum. After a couple of days of only emptying wee from the potty I was questioned about being constipated. It was then that I told my mum that I had been pooping in the bathroom toilet. To prove it I had to let her watch me on one occasion. I can still recall the delight on her face. I was showered with presents as a reward and the potty was removed.
I developed a liking for pooping in the more friendly looking pink toilet in the bathroom but would only wee in the downstairs loo. The exclusivity of the bathroom toilet was not just confined to the house. I could not poo in a public toilet unless it was to avoid an accident. I developed a phobia about this which went on for going on twenty years. I posted about it and how I overcame it on pages 3103 and 3106.
I t is nice to be using a potty again on occasions, since there has been one in the house, after all these years. With regard to the very enjoyable deliberate poop accidents I had when the potty was removed this has continued into adulthood, but in the privacy of home and has only been shared with this forum. It does not take place very often and only when I have an old worn out pair of knickers which are ready for the bin. Although I enjoy the pleasant warm naughty sensation the clean up is not enjoyable, something I did not have to do for myself as a child. It has made me realise what my refusal to use a toilet put my poor mum through. It is no wonder I was permitted to use the potty for so long.
Sandra
Martin
Privacy in childhood
What were the privacy norms for using the bathroom in your house when you were a child? I was raised by a divorced Mom and was the only boy of 4 kids, and as a boy I feel like my privacy when I'm the bathroom was considered way less important than anyone else's in the house. Mom routinely came in the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bathtub and had conversations with me when I was stinking up the bathroom. When I dared to suggest--*very* respectfully, since she wasn't afraid to spank for any backtalk--that I was uncomfortable with it, she laughed and said "I changed your smelly diapers for three years, I can stand the smell." This went on into my teens. My sisters also barged in a lot although they didn't stick around talking like Mom did. Anyone else have a similar environment growing up?
Audrey
To Marie, about my naughty potty spots
Hi Marie, sorry I took a while to respond. My place I live at now is all tile and hardwood floor, and leather-style furniture, so I can pretty much go where I please! One thing I like to do is get up on my counter on all fours and see how far I can poop! Today, though, I just got that feeling in my booty, and just went about my day as usual until it couldn't be stopped. Then I put some soothing music on, stripped naked,spread my legs and arms and let three fat poos splat onto the floor between my legs, letting the relief wash over me. As for a training potty, I haven't gotten one yet, but I did get an antique chamber pot that's been seeing plenty of use! How about you? Any good adventures lately? Also, have you ever pottied in a changing room?
Becc
Happy Thanksgiving!
Hello Everyone!
I wanted to post more frequently, but other priorities have taken my spare time.
I can't wait until tonight, as all of my sisters will be home to celebrate. As I have written before, I live on my parents' land in a small house and go to their house for dinner almost every day. But the house seems so empty now that my Aunt Kate has passed and all of my sisters have moved out. I keep in touch with all of them weekly, but miss them terribly.
That said, I am looking forward to seeing them, and their families!
As for the purpose of the forum, I look forward to Thanksgiving because it usually results in some great poops! I am 6'2, and weighed 216 lbs yesterday morning. My appetite is incredible and I love to eat! Some of my best poops have come on Black Friday, which our family nicknamed "Brown Friday" years ago!
So please post your Thanksgiving poops! I hope that they are amazing!
Tia
Survey I found on here
1. When you are alone do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet?
Sometimes.
2. Do you leave the bathroom door open when you are on the toilet if your family, SO(Significant Other), roommate is around?
No, never.
3. If you are a noisy pooper such as loud farts, grunting. etc. do you try being quiet when you have company?
I try to be as quiet as I can, but sometimes I can't help it and I start grunting loudly.
4. Are you ok if your children, SO, roommate walk in while you are on the toilet?
No.
5. Are you ok walking in to use the toilet while your children, SO, roommate is in there for another reason?
No.
6. Are you comfortable using a public toilet if someone is in the stall next to you?
It depends. If I just have to pee, I'm ok with someone being in the stall next to me. If I have to poop, I'll wait until the person leaves If someone comes in while I'm in the middle of pooping, I'm ok with that.
7. How often do you get so constipated that you need an enema?
Not that often. While I do get constipated occasionally, it's not bad enough to need an enema.
8. Do you use a squatty potty when pooping?
No.
9. When was the first time you realized you were fascinated with pooping?
2004 or so. I would've been 15 or 16 years old.
10. What started that fascination?
I'm not actually sure. I happened to hear a woman pooping in the stall beside me and I was hooked.
11. Do you listen to hear you SO on the toilet?
I don't have an SO.
12. Do you always wipe until you are completely clean?
Yes. Sometimes I use a lot of TP.
13. How often in the course of a month do you leave skid marks in your underwear, panties, thong, etc.?
Almost never.
14. Do you fart when you pee?
Only if I have to poop.
15. Have you ever had a poop get stuck half way out and needed help getting it the rest of the way out?
Sort of. When this happens, I'll wiggle around a bit or push on my stomach.
Tia
Poop in Recreation Center Bathroom
Had a pretty gr today. I accidentally ingested gluten last night so it was only a matter of time before I would need a toilet. I was coming back from the grocery store and felt my stomach rumbling. I made a pit stop at the rec center and headed straight to the bathroom. As I was taking off my coat and hanging my bags on the hook, the urge to poop was getting intense.
Upon sitting down, the flood gates opened up. I had diarrhea for the next 5 minutes. It was just flowing out of me and was accompanied by quite a bit of gas. It was very, very soft and smelly! Thankfully, I had the bathroom to myself so I was able to poop in peace. Once the diarrhea and the stomach cramps eased up, I sat on the toilet for a couple minutes later just to make sure I was done.
Once I felt satisfied that no more poop was coming, I wiped, flushed and wiped washed up.
I normally don't mind pooping in public toilets, but when it involves diarrhea, I'm more apprehensive. But I just wasn't able to hold it until I got home.
Leah
More travels
It's that time of the year again folks! That time when we do Xmas shopping, so I went back on the road yesterday (saturday) to a major shopping centre. I'm not going to write much here.
I felt fine all day, even though it's been days since I last went to the loo (I am definitely not going as often anymore) and all day I had this pressure in my stomach. I felt gassy and a bit bloated and I tried several times to go even though I didn't need to. I mean I did need too because it's been days now but still nothing.
All the loos I went in were very busy, I went into a dingy loo which you had to pay 30p to enter, I paid and pushed through the barrier with my bags of shopping,all the loos looked like they were occupied because they were all red.
I went into the first one which was open, I opened the lid and was horrified to see cigarette butts floating on the water and the water on the floor, I backed out straight away, I pushed the door to the next loo open and put all my bags on the floor, it was all very tight, jeans and thong down to ankles and I just had a long gassy pee, I sat for about 5 minutes, it felt good to sit down. But still no bowel activity.
All the other women were just peeing quickly
I wiped my vagina and got ready to leave, I went to unlock the door, which was a metal bar you push across ways, I couldn't push it and I started to panic, I was just yanking the door and eventually it opened slightly, the door appeared to be stuck when shut. I thought that was very strange but relived phew!
Another notable time on the way home, I stopped at a service station and was bursting for the loo, so I went straight to the ladies, and again it was very busy.
I went into the first loo and it looked clean so I was happy!, I dropped my jeans and thong to my ankles and sat down and I had a good wee, I could feel it going everywhere through, which was annoying.
It was a busy room and I could see through the gap people coming and going and everyone was peeing, there was about six loos.
After my pee I was struggling again and I had nothing with me to read so I was more aware of who was about.
After about 5 or 10 minutes of sitting someone pushed my door and went into the next loo, other women were still coming and going at this point but I never heard anything from this woman, after about 5 or 10 minutes I could hear her plops so she was clearly struggling too! As she was plopping I was pushing farts, she even finished before me!
When the farting stopped I decided to give up, but I had a good go and still trying to go.
Happy pooping everyone!
Dear mjd:
Loved the story….glad you finally managed to have a poo! Have you been more regular since then or have you had another long session?
No, for some reason I am becoming more and more irregular and I can't pin it down to anything, maybe it's just period constipation. I'm having lots of long sits now sadly.
Who gets more constipated, you or your sister? Do you grunt / strain / push harder than her or her harder than you? Did you ever hear or help each other go?
My sister definitely has it worse, she has hemorrhoids and I feel sorry for her, and I never have so I can imagine her at home really grunting and pushing hard, because you would have to, to get hemorrhoids.
When we were growing up we would often walk in on each other because we never had locks on doors, but I'm sure we heard each other grunting and straining.
Have you been for a poo anywhere interesting recently or just at home?
Only at work and when I go shopping
Thunder
Thank You Mina!
I might not be very religious but thank you for your prayers…. It is much appreciated! God needs to help me when sitting on toilet to get a good BM and all other times when not on toilet . Thunder
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