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weird guy

fun times

I forgot to mention with my last post. sometimes I like to sit on the pot after my business is done. I change things up though, in that sometimes I wipe my but and stay seated for a bit, while other times I finish pooping then just sit for sometime before I wipe, pull up my pants and flush


Name

A Moment

This was a moment between me and my mom from this past summer. I was 15 and she was (and still is) 43. We both got some kind of virus from eating bad shellfish which gave us diarrhoea. My father, despite eating the same shellfish, was totally fine. It's weird. Anyway, we were walking home from the shop when the urge struck us again. I was wearing a T-shirt, short skirt, panties, socks and shoes, and she was wearing a long sleeved collared white shirt, short brown skirt, panties and very practical low boots. She never wears any footwear she can't run in. When the urge struck me, I stopped walking and grabbed my bottom, clenching it together.

"I really have to poop," I said.

"So do I," she said. "Let's walk quickly home."

We walked home, clenching our bottoms together. Occasionally I stopped to hold my bottom. I knew that if I farted at all, I'd shart and mess myself.

"Don't stop honey, it's best to get home quickly," she said, obviously worried that she'd mess herself too.

By the time we got to the door we were both bursting and had 1 hand on our bottoms. My mother's legs were trembling from the strain and I was hopping from foot to foot. The pressure was becoming unbearable. My mother got out her keys to open the door, and dropped them.

"If I bend down to pick them up, a volcano of poop will erupt in my panties," she said.

"I'll pick them up for you," I said, "I'm shorter."

I crouched down, straining with all my strength to hold it in, and handed her the keys.

"Thanks, sweetheart, you might just have saved my panties," she said, smiling. She unlocked the door. The toilet was downstairs, a short sprint from the door.

"Race for the toilet!" she shouted, and ran ahead of me. I tried to catch up, but she got there first. I felt my guts gurgling and knew I'd mess myself if I had to wait for her.

"You go first, sweetie, I'm bigger, I can hold it," she said, but her voice betrayed a little doubt that she could.

"Thanks so much," I said, and I dashed in, tugged down my panties and sat on the toilet. An enormous explosion of sludge burst out of me. I sat there, slightly stunned by the force of it.

"Can you hurry up please?" said my mother, clenching her bottom with both hands and obviously about to lose control. "I really have to go."

"Alright, I'll try," I said, wiping myself. "Just hold on a little longer." I was repeating what she'd told me on so many occasions.
Then I heard a quiet farting sound, and it wasn't from me. My mother's face, which had previously been strained in exertion, was now one of shock and embarrassment.

"I am officially crapping myself," she said, in her typical deadpan way.

Some louder farting sounds followed the quiet one, and a little brown sludge spilled from her panties and stained her legs under her skirt. I finished and got off the toilet, then flushed and started washing my hands. She just stood there, continuing to soil herself. I guess she just didn't see the point of moving. Once she'd finished, she walked over to the toilet, some more sludge squelching down her legs and staining her skirt. The back of her skirt smelt like a sewer. She dropped her panties to her ankles. They were oozing with sludge. She sighed and stepped out of them before dumping the contents in the toilet and starting to wipe herself clean.

"Will you throw those panties away?" I asked.

"No, I'll try to save them," she said. "Obviously I'll have to tell your father, but he'll understand."

"I'm sorry you pooped yourself, mom" I said.

"You don't need to be," she said. "I really should have been able to hold it at my age. But the pain was unbearable and I thought I could lessen it by just farting a tiny bit. Stupid me."

"You're not stupid," I said. "Everybody has accidents. That doesn't mean they are stupid, and you're really smart."

"As are you," she said.

And that's the story.


Kamdyn

Pee fights in public toilets

My friend Gabriel, who I kind of like, spend time together after school and sometimes kind of go out. Well he has this friend, Tomas, who is a couple of years younger than us who tags along with us after school at places like the mall and the park. I can't say that it is deliberately timed or anything but when one of us says a bathroom break is needed, we all kind of use the opportunity. This happened once recently at school just as we were leaving the building and yesterday when we went to a movie at the mall. So I go into the ladies room and they go into the nearby guys toilets. I get a toilet, sit down and relieve myself, wipe, flush, wash my hands (most times) and then go outside standing against the wall waiting for them. Often I will hear some insults, lots of laughter, some cursing and surprisingly no other noise such as a toilet door swinging, never a flush or handwashing. So I asked Gabriel why that is and what's going on in there.

He and Tomas then will joke and brag about this game they've been playing for years when they are out and away from home. Each claims to be the Pee Fight Master. And I'm like "What?" Here's what takes place.
In the guys bathrooms there are users who will lay sheets of toilet paper over the seats before sitting down on it. They take their crap, then leave the toilet unflushed, the paper on the seat (although sometimes it might partially slide off) and Gabe and Tomas will find one of these toilets. By standing at opposite sides of the toilet's entrance, backs to the door they will splash-piss into the toilet and see who can blast more of the paper off the seat with his piss before he's emptied out. They admit it messes the toilet up for the next user but say its fun. Gabe said he and Tomas got the idea from watching our city's fire department and another city's department trying to move a barrel extended on a wire over our town's main intersection on the 4th of July. That's done with high-pressure fire-fighting hoses, however. To me, the pee fights seem very juvenile and why public toilets have a reputation of being so bad in terms of cleanliness.


Trackor

Post Title (optional)My 7 years old son love wearing diaper!

I'm Trackor I am a single dad with three children I have one son in he is 7 years old in I have two daughter one 17 in the other one 16 they teenager I don't have any problem with my two girls they spends alot time with their mother,and my son he have trouble use the toilet he potty trains like 5 years ago but he still wet the bed in using the the bathroom on himself one day I took to school teacher just call me saying that my son pee hisself I don't think he know have use the toilet I questions him why he use the bathroom on hisself he won't answer me I didn't want him feel bad or anything he still won't answer so I ask him he wanting be in diaper again he answer he said "yes" so I order like $300 dollars worth of diaper bought goodnites,pamper size 6 in pamper easy ups size 6 and also I bought pull ups training pants and a diaper plastic cover so he won't have anymore accident or leak around the house.

I feel like a bad parent letting my son wearing diaper again when known how use the toilet but he choose not too so I look online to see other parent gonna through this too, it alot parent gonna this so I not the only one parant,I have been treating him like a baby for like 5 months changing him in pulling him clean diaper so he won't have diaper rash or something like that a week ago he had the flu an also having diarrhea so let him sleep in my room so I can keep eye on him he get very sick after he stopped throwing up he have diarrhea he fulled like 2 diaper in they did leak on the side so I use the plastic diaper cover it work perfectly no leak I let him stay in that same diaper like 2 days when the diarrhea stopped when he stopped having diarrhea his diaoer was very thin nothing leak out so I change him everything was cool...any parent gonna through this free comment me...


Katie Kool

Visits pee and more poo

In my last post I said I would write a push by push account of me sitting on the toilet which I am doing today. I am writing this first part in my room having got up showered and dressed ready to go out to my friends this afternoon.
So first an update I was grounded all week as last Sunday I didn't get home on time and on Monday had my clinic visit which was ok, I got my birth control renewed on the actual day without having to go back and had antibiotics given at the visit.The nurse checked and took a swab in my girly bits and said I had to take antibiotics straight away so I got them the same day and 3 more days supply then I got a text 3'days after to tell me what i had.. The antibiotics have also cleared up the dull low back ache I had. I've no idea why but they did. Anyway my poo was quite soft all week, I think the antibiotics do that. I withheld because I was grounded but had to do it Wednesday evening as I had dirtied my pants in school and got sent home. My mum was like here take this and gave me Imodium. I went on the toilet and did a load of soft mush poo that didn't actually smell much. On Thursday morning I woke and showered as I had totally soaked my bed, got dressed in clean school uniform including 2 pairs of white cotton pants just in case and ate breakfast. Then went on the toilet and did a strong pee and pushed for a poo which wouldn't come. I lied and told mum I had a runny one again and got more Imodium 2' capsules then and 2 more format school. I didn't poo again until Friday evening when my grounding was lifted..
It is now 11.00 am Sunday I am in the bathroom dressed for going out soon, wearing a short pleated black and purple mini skirt, fishnet holdups, black and purple DM boots, white short top.. When I'm ready to go I will also wear my black coat. My hair is in ringlets and below shoulder length and at the moment it's got blue and purple wash colour through it over some blond dye colour. I'm not wearing pants ( knickers) as I'm meeting 2'guys who have a van and we're going in the woods to play hehehe. I have 2 pairs in my coat pocket for later.
So I'm lifting my skirt and sitting down on the toilet and doing a pee. Before I push again Friday's poo was 1'solid piece about 8 inches long. I had a liquid poo whilst out on Friday evening and on Saturday morning when mum makes me go I did a soft log and several soft pieces of poo. I went out Saturday afternoon and got very very drunk with lots of others in this flat I mentioned before and had 2 more liquid poos and chucked up a couple of times. So now for my next push and I'm pushing down into my ass really hard some pee is dripping and I've just farted a pfffffff pffffff and I've taken a breath and pushing down again and a squirty fart and a lump of poo. When I'm on the toilet before going out I push as hard as I possibly can each time I push until I do it. I don't care if there is poo there in my ass ready to come out or not I just force and push as hard as I can until I make some come out and I don't care how much it hurts or if it bleeds I want to do a poo and poo I will do. Ok so another long hard push grrrrrnnnnnnnnn grrrrnnnnnnnn and I feel another piece come out with some softer poo that splatters as a fart comes out., I want to be empty when I go out and I don't like to poo when others are about, actually when I'm very drunk and get booze poos I don't care if others are about, I've been seen doing booze poos by guys and other girls and even sat on the toilet doing a booze poo and drinking wine from a bottle whilst doing it.. Just pushing down hard again grrrrnnnnnnnnnnngrrrnnnnnnnnnn and then another little log. Pushed again and a very wet fart and some liquid splatters out, just dabbed with TP and there is some light brown poo and yellowish snotty like stuff.l push down really hard again and pffffff pffffrt and again I push and keep pushing and grunting and another little piece drops making a sound like a pebble into water. when I'm sat on the toilet I always think about other things may be the guys I'm gonna meet and what we will do or things I like doing but don't know exactly why like getting really really drunk which makes me always wet the bed like multiple times in a night sometimes poo in bed or my clothes but I love doing it and even when I throw up I just carry on drinking straight after or like binging on chocolate again until I throw up and then just carry on or likes when mum makes big meals i like to eat and eat until I can't move then a few hours later I have a real struggle to make a poo.
Anyway another hard push down and lots of softer mushy poo splattering into the water and around the bowl with each pffffrt as I push down.
Whilst I recover from that last long push I will reply to
Paige. Hi you asked about continence visits. They started when I was 11 and was sterling secondary school, my mum had spoken to the school about my issues and they said as part of my care plan I needed to see a continence advisor. The visits haven't really changed over the last 4 years, I don't have as many school issues now as I used to but I think that is more down to how my life now is rather than the actual visits.
So at this latest visit she asks me am I aware of any infections I say no and she says I will check your test results but I know from records the clinic prescribed antibiotics then she asks about passing water how often etc and how often I'm wetting my pants and wetting the bed so I just say oh a couple,of times a week ( I don't mention about drinking and soaking my bed after that every night several times) and then asks about my bowels and my motions ( horrible cringe worthy words ) are they soft hard regular etc so I say sometimes hard and sometimes soft and runny then asks am I going to the toilet ok I say yes and she asks how about when it's hard I say if I'm going out I make it come out in the toilet she asks if not going out I say I hold it in then she asks about accidents in my pants and bowel control so i say sometimes a couple of times a week and she then looks at some email from my school and tells me how many times they say I've done it in my pants or had to go home etc and that I'm improving, at junior school some weeks i did it in my pants every day. And then asks about withholding and why etc then asks about counselling which I decline but I think they will now want mento attend again as she mentioned me being promiscuous and it's not good at my age etc.
So all rather dull again hehehe
Now I've just been pushing hard and nothing now but little pffrts and snotty stuff so time to wipe. I've taken a scrunch which is for me around 10 squares of paper but as 1 length and scrunched it up. Just done a little pee and now padding my front bit dry which is tender but not stinging when I pee. Ive re scrunched my paper and now reaching round behind me to wipe which is a little bit of poo and snotty stuff, second wipe same and re scrunch again and 1'more wipe and it's clean. I've stood up checked in the toilet and opened the door and shouted to mum " mum mum I've done a poopoo" and she replies ok you can flush it. I've smoothed my skirt down and checked in the long mirror to see if the red lines that the toilet seat makes on my ass after an hour on the toilet are visible my skirt is short and they just are as the skirt just. Ones to the bottom of my ass cheeks. Oh well I don't really care.
Flushed and cleared in 1 go and now leaving bathroom.
Hope you like this I will post again soon
Katie Kool


Sunday, February 17, 2019


weird guy

toilet posture

anyone out here who likes to sit for a while on your toilet even after finishing? I personally like to sit and relax on my elongated seat after my dump is complete. also, I have noticed that a second flush usually removes any lingering skid marks. thanks


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Victoria B it sounds like you really had to poop pretty bad.

To: Tlana it sounds like Brandee wasn't feeling to well at least you were there to help her out.

To: Abbie as always another great story about you and your friends.

To: Anna From Austria great story.

To: Katie Kool sounds like that food didn't agree with you very well.

To: Becc M it sounds like you both had great poops.

To: Mina great story it sounds like Hisae really had to poop and had a good poop as well.

Well that's all for now.

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Matthew

Constipation

I like Constiguy's posts about constipation, something that thankfully I haven't often had to deal with. I find that if I am dehydrated, my stools are a little more difficult than usual to pass so I make sure that I drink a lot of fluids, especially in the summer. I work at a large university and I am often in the mens room with young graduate students. I am amazed that a not insignificant amount of these young guys struggle with their bowel movements. Most of the young guys have no issues unloading. But there are some who really struggle. They usually sit down, let out a dry fart followed by a deep sigh, then spend about ten or fifteen minutes pushing, straining, sighing. They will push out a small amount of dry, hard golf balls, followed by deep sighs of relief. There is one particular young guy who I have sat next to on many occasions. He will often whisper to himself as he struggles. "Oh boy." "I can't shit." "Oh no." After he drops some dry stools, he'll whisper, "Oh yeah." On rare occasions, he'll sit down, let out some gas, and drop a nice large turd. He will sigh with great relief. I have often wanted to encourage him as he struggles, saying, "You can do it!" "Keep pushing." "Okay, you're almost done." But that would be a bit weird!


Lorenz

Crapping in my 9th grade year

When I was in the first semester of my 9th grade, I tried to avoid crapping at school. I was only somewhat successful. I would get an ache, gas would be difficult to control and I knew the odor coming out of me was not that good. When I stayed for clubs after school all my friends had pop and water bottles, but I didn't dare drink anything because there would be a disaster in my pants. There were 3 or 4 girls who would tease me about going to the bathroom. Then they came back into the classroom exaggerating how great they felt after using the toilet. There were some guys like me who didn't have that confidence.

Eventually I used study hall time and sometimes quick sits during passing periods to get my craps in. It wasn't pleasant since most of the toilets didn't have doors but did have clogged bowls, wickedly splashed seats and toilet paper rolls that had probably been used to sabotage the flush cycle. So I would sit down, get my butt wet, and hope I wasn't going to be stared down by the older guys while I pushed away as fast as I could. I remember being startled when some guys came into a toilet to piss and they would take a foot and kick the seat up like a football. It would keep the seat dry for the next sitter, but I remember several times sitting on really loose seats. I would sit closer to the front and make sure my weight was firmly on the floor. Then I would stand to wipe. Well last week my luck ran out. Between 3rd and 4th hour I went in for a quick, soft dump that I had been holding for an hour due to a test. I ripped my underwear down and drop straight down onto the toilet. After a couple of seconds the seat was sliding out from under me. A few guys at the sinks saw it and I heard laughter from the toilets next to me.

The seat had completely broken off at the bolts. I stood, put the seat against the side of the toilet and then seated myself on the bowl. It was cold, so awkward and I knew I had to be ever so careful but luckily my often-usual 12"er cooperated within a few seconds. It seemed different standing to wipe though with my junk and that on display. The warning bell rang and I hurried to class. I was about 25 seconds late but our student teacher, as usual, was cool about it.


Rose
I've seen a few people do surveys before, and I thought I'd try making one myself!

1. How long does it usually take you to pee?

2. Have you ever shared a flush with someone? I.E. both use the toilet and no flush in between

3. When you wipe after peeing, do you sit or stand? How about pooping?

4. When you flush the toilet, do you stand or sit? Do you close the lid?

5. Do you or have you ever flushed food waste (soup, cereal, tea leaves, etc) down the toilet?

6. What's the strangest thing you've ever flushed, on purpose or by accident?

Thank you so much for filling this out!

Weird guy, I do indeed sometimes enjoy spending some time on the pot after I finish my business, if I'm at home and distracted by something. I find it quite comfortable sometimes.

Bianca, Victoria B, and hhgreg - thank you for your responses! Bianca, I'd love to hear a flush story from you! I'll put another one up soon, for sure


Taylor

Pooping in a bag

In my last post I mentioned how I like to go in places other than my own toilet, and it's my new year resolution to do it at least once a week… well this week was very radical, even for me!

For some reason I had been a little clogged up for the last week and hadn't pooped at all, never mind my usual twice a day. I tried sitting on the toilet and seeing if I could still go but I didn't even have the urge. This morning it came back with a vengeance. I woke up about 8am and went through my usual routine. Sat on the toilet and peed, tried to poop with no luck, had a shower and ate breakfast. I was just finishing my morning coffee when I felt the pleasant feeling at my backdoor I had missed so much, I needed to poop. Going from experience I knew it was going to be a big one and I really didn't want to deal with a blocked toilet first thing on a Friday. The last time this happened I went outside in my garden but there is currently building work going on next door so I wouldn't have the privacy. So with my need to go rather quickly becoming very urgent, I had to think fast. Outside was off the cards and taking a dump in my shower didn't seem too appealing either. I was looking around my house, trying to find something to go on when a plastic shopping bag caught my eye. It was perfect!

I grabbed the bag and went upstairs to my bathroom, out of habit I guess and I knew nobody would be able to peer through my windows somehow. I pulled off my jeans and thong, piling them up in the corner of the room and them squatted down over the floor, holding the plastic bag open underneath my butt. My heart was racing and I was getting such a rush. Was I really about to do this? The need to go was getting stronger than ever but I wanted to let it happen naturally. There would be a point where I wouldn't be able to hold it anymore.

I let out the occasional dribble of wee while waiting and after about a minute the special moment arrived. I felt my backdoor doming and there was a faint wet crackling as a wide poop pushed its way out of me. Words cannot describe just how good it felt. I was stretched wide open as it slowly but effortlessly made its way out of me and into the bag. I could hear the bag rustling as more and more fell into it in one continuous rope. I kept trickling small amounts of wee in little spurts but I wasn't too concerned, the bag didn't have any holes in it.

My poop eventually broke off with a quiet thud and I couldn't help but peer underneath me at what I had just created. Looking back at me was a huge turd, at least an inch thick and probably about two feet in total. I was proud! I got back into position and pushed gently to see if there was any more and started peeing properly, it hissing against the front of the bag. I went for a surprisingly long time, I guess the coffee had worked its way through my system! Once satisfied I was empty, I reached behind me for the toilet roll and began wiping my behind. I needed to use four pieces, putting them all in the bag and I wiped my front with an additional piece. I tied up the bag tightly and redressed with the biggest smile ever on my face. I disposed of the bag in the outside bin, washed my hands and relaxed on the sofa feeling like a million bucks! Best day ever!


kermit

Accident because of the door lock

The story from Icy remembered me of a story a few weks ago. Me and my family were in Munich. After watching some chain cars which my son likes alot we decided to go to a local store. My wife wanted to stop over at our hotel to take a pee. Wen Me and my son waited for her he announced that he needed a pee as well. My son uses a wheel chair so peeing is not so easy. My wife had his pee botle in her backpack and I was desperately waiting for her to return. I tried to calm him down and make him hold his pee. At When Susan finally appeared she told us that she didn't manage to open the door with the key card because she was so desperate for her pee. She ended peeing herself in front of the door and had to cleanup herself. My son dind't pee himself so he could have his pee in the botle. The hotel had no handycaped toilet available.
Kermit


Victoria B.

Called Out

Hey!

My last story got a little garbled. I saw that the part with all the action, so to speak, got published so you just missed the setup. My bad!

I've talked before on here about how people using the phone while sitting on the toilet bothers me. Today I had no choice but to do the same! My afternoon class was cancelled and as I was walking home I felt my insides stir. I needed a bathroom before too long but my building was safely within walking distance and I made it inside and up the elevator with time to spare. My bathroom is the first door on the left of the entrance hallway of the apartment and I walked in before shutting the door, turning on the lights and undressing before taking a seat.

I started with a quick pee before settling in adjusting my cheeks to make myself comfy. My body responded with a large turd that crackled on its way out of me before l
hitting the bottom of the bowl with a dull thud. It was big enough to warrant a flush and I felt no shame as I reached behind me to pull the handle down. I'm currently on the longest clog-free streak of my life and I want to keep rewriting the record books! I reverted to an old habit as the water made its way down and refilled, passing the time by idly snapping the black lacy waistband of my cotton thong against my calves.

Once the water level reset I got back down to business. Two medium pieces fell in quick succession, the latter of which gave me a nice splash between the buns-gross! I was done at this point and would have gone through my normal procedure of sliding forward on the seat to wipe had I not heard my phone ring from the back pocket of my lowered skinny jeans. I picked it up and looked at the number for what turned out to be awkward news: it was a call I needed to take! Here I was astride the porcelain, wet butt and all, having to answer the phone, and unable to either wipe or get up from the pot and switch the vent fan off with an unwiped behind for fear of letting the other person know how awkward of a time they'd called at!

I took several deep breaths and answered. The conversation lasted for about ten nerve-wracking minutes before I could safely hang up and do the paperwork. One wipe for my front and four for the backside was all it took before I could flush, stand up and get dressed again. I washed my hands and left the bathroom happy to have been able to continue my day!

Has anyone else been in this situation with a phone call that had to be taken even if you were on the toilet?

Happy pooping to all!
Love,
Victoria


poononymous

Question for Icy

Icy:
You filled your boxer briefs up to the waistand? Wow, that sounds like it was quite a bit of poop! How long had you been holding it to make a mess that size? I'm fascinated. Thanks!


To Icy

Awesome story about your accident you had! I know I have been there with the race against time getting to the bathroom. I had an accident a while back coming back to school from home, I go to college in Michigan myself actually. I had to go so bad coming home but I don't like to go in public so I held it until I got to my apartment, unfortunately when I got out of my car and there was no resistance of the seat, I couldn't hold it in anymore. Thankfully I was wearing some sweatpants so it wasn't too obvious but by the time I got into my apartment I had a pretty good bulge back there lol. It was pretty funny in retrospect to be honest.


Victoria B.

The Plot Thickens 2/2

I turned around and blew a cheeky fart in the toilet's direction as a way of warning it of what was ahead. That done, I took my gray jeans and heathered black boyshorts down to my ankles and grabbed a seat. This was gonna be a bumpy ride on the porcelain. My first fart was followed by two or three others before I realized that my rear was going to need some assistance. The first push didn't get me anywhere but the second resulted in the beginning of what turned out to be a diarrhea. I farted as I pooped it and the impact of the liquid coming from me onto the water in the bowl beneath gave me a nice splashing.

By that point I reconciled myself with my need to do a diarrhea and although not thrilled to be having it in a public bathroom I resolved to do whatever my body needed. A second splatter of liquid poop came and then a third after some pushing when I suddenly heard footsteps. Not a second later and I realized as it was opening that I'd forgotten to lock the bathroom's door! What a dummy! The (smoking hot I might add) guy who came in saw me in my full red-faced, bush-exposed, jeans-and-undies-around-ankles, stinky-diarrhea-poop glory! To make matters worse I punctuated his accidental instruction with another wet fart!

He quickly apologized and closed the door again. For my part I needed some time to recover from the shock before getting back to my dump. That done, I unleashed waves #5 and 6 before wiping with the paper in the metallic holder on the wall to the left of me. It was terrible thin stuff and gave me quite the raw deal as I desperately bargained with it to get my dirty butt clean. Still seated I flushed and then got dressed again before washing my hands and leaving the bathroom vacant. I gathered up my things from the table where I'd been sitting and beat a hasty retreat from the recreation room back to my apartment.

Doesn't anybody knock??

Love,
Victoria


Friday, February 15, 2019


Constiguy

Tlana & Brandee Constipation Lesson 6

I read with interest the above post and found it very relevant. Constipation can be very severe and people have had strokes whilst trying to push one out. Also, less importantly but still not to be forgotten one can get piles. I would think Brandee should try two suppositories or an enema as it might do the job better. The important point is that Tlana was in the cubicle with her because in that situation you not only need encouragement but assistance if you faint, or in this case vomit. I know I have been in that situation with constipation and when I have been with someone it has been so much better because they can hold onto me, rub my back and ???? and bottom. I also find digital stimulation with a lubrication helps a lot....I have placed posts on this technique later last year.
Once I had a micro enema and they take about 15 minutes to work so I straight away got into the car and drive to the gym as I did not have a real lot of time. I planned to evacuate at the gym or public toilets adjacent to the gym. Trouble was the traffic was unusually heavy due to a carnival and I had to park further away than I planned. AS I was parking I was desperate...difficult to concentrate on parking in such situations. I walked very stressed and wondered whether I should drop my trousers near some thick bush but I was likely to be seen, I arrived at the public toilets clenching my butt cheeks...How I made it I do not know...went in and exploded....I had the best shit in a long time....maybe it was holding the enema for so long might have been the reason.


Icy

Another story

Well I've started to find some fun in taking about past and recent accidents. So I'll talk about one in the past while on vacation. This was a family vacation to a tourism heavy town. I was probably 16 or 15 at the time. The hotel me and my family were staying at was right on the beach of Lake Michigan. We were all hanging out on the beach, not in bathing suits or anything. I was wearing simple boxer briefs, a t-shirt and athletic shorts. But when I'm away from home, my body doesn't like to tell me when I have to go number 2. Until the last second, and then I don't have much time before I have an accident. And a lot of the time... I just don't make it. So I got one of our 2 keys and made my way inside. Took the elevator to the top floor, made it down the hallways, all while coming dangerously close to unloading. Given the circumstances I wasn't very patient, and the keys to the rooms are just those plastic ones you slide into the door then slide out. But it needed to be just the right speed. But too fast or slow and you won't be able to get into the room. So I kept trying and trying and couldn't get it right.
I was tugging at the handle, blushing furiously, when I just spread my legs a bit and my body took over. An unatural pain forced me to push it all out. I felt my pants steadily fill more and more. A shamefully familiar feeling. As I finished I realized I hadn't gone the whole trip. With pants filled to the waistband, I tried a few more times and the door finally let me in. Allowing me to waddle my way into the bathroom to clean up... oh yeah but the rest of the vacation was fun.


weird guy

toilet posture

anyone out here who likes to sit for a while on your toilet even after finishing? I personally like to sit and relax on my elongated seat after my dump is complete. also, I have noticed that a second flush usually removes any lingering skid marks. thanks


hhgreg

advice for poopin in public

Greg here. first I want to say i sm a terribly shy pooper. And ill keep it short and sweet. So i had headphones on and shyness gone! I pooped a ton in the gym bathroom ith ppl all around! Felt kinda hot tbh. This is for rose, when i flushed, the log swirled around and the softer stuff follows on down the hole. This is a great site yall are great hhgreg.


Victoria B.

The Plot Thickens 2/2

I turned around and blew a cheeky fart in the toilet's direction as a way of warning it of what was ahead. That done, I took my gray jeans and heathered black boyshorts down to my ankles and grabbed a seat. This was gonna be a bumpy ride on the porcelain. My first fart was followed by two or three others before I realized that my rear was going to need some assistance. The first push didn't get me anywhere but the second resulted in the beginning of what turned out to be a diarrhea. I farted as I pooped it and the impact of the liquid coming from me onto the water in the bowl beneath gave me a nice splashing.

By that point I reconciled myself with my need to do a diarrhea and although not thrilled to be having it in a public bathroom I resolved to do whatever my body needed. A second splatter of liquid poop came and then a third after some pushing when I suddenly heard footsteps. Not a second later and I realized as it was opening that I'd forgotten to lock the bathroom's door! What a dummy! The (smoking hot I might add) guy who came in saw me in my full red-faced, bush-exposed, jeans-and-undies-around-ankles, stinky-diarrhea-poop glory! To make matters worse I punctuated his accidental instruction with another wet fart!

He quickly apologized and closed the door again. For my part I needed some time to recover from the shock before getting back to my dump. That done, I unleashed waves #5 and 6 before wiping with the paper in the metallic holder on the wall to the left of me. It was terrible thin stuff and gave me quite the raw deal as I desperately bargained with it to get my dirty butt clean. Still seated I flushed and then got dressed again before washing my hands and leaving the bathroom vacant. I gathered up my things from the table where I'd been sitting and beat a hasty retreat from the recreation room back to my apartment.

Doesn't anybody knock??

Love,
Victoria


Bianca

Looking Back

Hey everyone. I love looking through my poop history on toiletstool. Does anyone else do this. Crazy me, I realized on one of my earlier posts from 2017 that I made a mistake. When I spoke of my medical precedures and mentioned having 2 ERCP's, I actually had my blockage of gallstones broken up with I believe was a laser.Anyway, I'm so amazed at all the poop stories I've written, and plan to keep them coming. To rose: I love reading toilet flush stories too! Hey rose. What do you call a poop that breaks apart in the toilet? A poop going through a breakup lol!Bye.


Victoria B.

Some more replies

Thought I'd get back to a few friends today. I love you all!

To Rose: Thank you for your kind words! I bet you felt better after giving your toilet a nice meal!

To Just Jerika: Larger multi-stall bathrooms! My reason is that I'll have a higher chance of getting my buns on a seat as quickly as possible in case there are stalls without toilet paper or with clogged stools.

To Jenny: Sometimes I forget how uncommon snow is below the mountains in the Northwest. Sounds like you have a real Seattle freeze on your hands. What a crappy time to run out of paper! Stay strong!

To answer both of your questions, yes. Bringing my own makes wiping less of a task knowing that I won't have to worry about having my poor butthole sanded off by the thin, uncomfortable stuff they put in public bathrooms. I've experimented with wipes like those but I'm kind of a toilet nerd and I've read that they don't really break up in sewer systems and can lead to something that I have too much familiarity with already: a clogged toilet. I have my pink plunger with me just in case, but I haven't (fingers crossed) had to use it yet in my new place!

To Minappe: It's safe to say that we don't put as much effort into our public facilities as other countries. It's not at all uncommon to see a stall out of paper or with an "Out of order" sign on its door.
Chae brought up something interesting though about how stalls for Western, sitting-style toilets have doors that open differently from the ones used for traditional, squatting-style toilets. Non-sitting style is almost unheard of here, but our stall doors tend to open inward and not outward. Outward doors do exist but they're definitely in the minority! Hope you did a big load for Kazu, Chae, and Maholin and I love you all!

Happy pooping!
Love,
Victoria


Tlana

Brandee's stop-up

Me and Brandee are spending more time together in campus activities and several times off-campus too. Such was the case the other evening when I walked into our floor's dorm bathroom to tell Brandee to hurry up. She was still on the toilet. Because of constipation she might have to sit a half hour or more to get a stool. She often just explains it away saying being several hours away from her boyfriend at college, she's not getting the attention she needs. She said when she's home on breaks she's able to go everyday and that Graham has helped her more ways than one in helping that happen. Our ride service was there and waiting and I heard Brandee wrestle with a package, stand, then sit down again and pull her clothing up. She said she had just used a suppository and was ready to go with me to the Arena and a big basketball game. I couldn't believe her. I told her I thought a suppository would give her a blast-out in 15 minutes or sooner. She said her system's different and they don't work that fast. This was on a Monday night and she had last crapped Tuesday of the last week.

So we got down to the Arena, showed our student IDs for admission and I used myself and my need to pee to get her into the bathroom as soon as possible. The toilets were about half used. We got adjacent stalls and I wasted now time taking the rather warm seat and getting my pee going into the bowl. It was rather loud and Brandee texted me that she could hear it and asked me how many liquids I had drank on campus that day. She said she could never drink that much soda and coffee, plus the water bottle we had shared in the car. She asked me to stay with her while her suppository worked. It had been a half hour and I was surprised it was taking that long.

I could see she was moving around on the seat, shifting her weight and making every attempt at getting action going. In the stall to my right, I heard a door slam kind of hard, saw red high heels turn and back up toward the toilet. I heard the lady pull some toilet paper down, lift the seat up with a smack, and I thought it was a hover pisser as she widened her footwork. Then there was a series of plops into the water, a couple of sighs and then other signs of pushing something out. I could hear it hit the porcelain. Then as the person grabbed and unraveled the wiping paper, I heard the auto-flush take over and repeat a couple of times because of the lady's movements, I guess. Others were coming into the bathroom and I could see the eyes of a young child a few times looking in on me. Then she was swept up and led into the now vacant stall. Before she could get the door shut, her mom, I guess, pushed her way in and corrected the girl about not sitting bare-butt on the seat. The mom forced the girl to step aside, pull off quite a bit of toilet paper and line the seat with it. For some reason it wasn't done right and mom started to be critical of the girl. Then she took her seat and did about a 30-second wee. Brandee texted me to say the big one was coming. She also said she was getting nauseated. I asked her if she wanted me to come in and be with her and she said yes.

I flushed and went directly over to Brandee. Sweat was running off Brandee and she was pushing her long, blonde hair out of her eyes while she changed her position on the toilet and now moved her underwear from knee to foot-level. She put her head between her knees and I could see she was in pain. She was getting frustrated because she had been sitting for 45 minutes or more. I told her not to worry. She said "I'm going to f*****' puke" turned and got off the toilet. I put the seat up and she got on her knees with her chin just above the bowl. That activated the flusher and she got her face out of the way just in time. After a few seconds she said an explosion was coming. I had her stand, I dropped the seat, and her butt dropped onto it none-to-soon. There was air coming out of her mouth as she dropped her head again and held onto her ankles. More sweat was coming and she was slurring her words, something that started to worry me. I hugged her and stroked her hair as the pain got worse. Then when it seemed like she was going to puke, there was a huge blast into the bowl. A few seconds of silence. Then another blast. This happened about 6 times and each time Brandee hugged me a little more. Behind where her butt was seated on the black seat, all I could see was dark brown in the water and a putrid smell.

I grabbed for the toilet paper. Absolutely none. So when Brandee started to get off the stool to unlatch the door for me, the sensor went off and the flush cycle seemed a little louder and longer. I had to go to four toilets that were open in order to extract a roll of toilet paper. I made a mental note of where I got my half roll. When I got back to Brandee she showed me her bottom and the splash out had made it one big mess. She told me I didn't need to help because I had done so much already just staying with her, but I knew she didn't mean it. We used all that toilet paper and I had to go into another stall to get the last little we needed. The fact that she had a hairy butt didn't help, but I wasn't about to say anything. Luckily our movement set off the sensor several times, otherwise there would have been a heck of a clog. After the game, and our team won, five hours later we stopped for coffee at a c-store near campus. In the bathroom there we both peed before going back to our dorm. All that wiping, Brandee said, had made her arse grow increasingly sore. I believed it. I remember seeing a little blood on the last couple of wipes we had done. I was hopeful Brandee's system would not get stopped up that badly again.


PN

Best poops

When I used to live with my parents I remember my best poops were during the weekends. My mom usually cleaned the house well at sundays.

Usually around 11 am I needed to poop. This also was the time whem she clened the toilet. It felt painstakingly long time to hold my poop.

On the other hand it felt amazing to relieve myself after she was done. I grabbed a comic book and locked door behind. Everything was so nice and clean and it smelled so nice. As a kid/teenager I used to eat tons of fiber so my turds were very large. At sundays I didn't need to hurry anywhere so I did spend good amount of time in there.

My mom was aware of my pooping routine and sometimes came to my room to tell me that toilet is ready to use. Even thought I never asked her to do that. Once she even reminded to get something to read before I go.


Wednesday, February 13, 2019


Constiguy

Constipation. Lesson 5

Constipation is so common. If constipated think first as to whether you are taking medication that could cause it . Next point is anything going on with your health generally that may be linked to constipation? Is anything really adverse happening in your life ..... sometime that can cause it ! Are you drinking hardly any liquids? Have you changed your diet substantially ? If constipation is not resolved then see your doctor!!!! today I had the best poo. It came out easily and one log was like lead I heard it hit the bottom of the toilet bowl with a thud. I feel so good and relaxed now


Rose
Hey everyone!

Thank you so much to Victoria B and weird guy for your responses! I loved hearing both, especially Victoria's description of her recent flush. I'd love to hear stories of more people's flushes!

I'll share one of my own recent flushes. Yesterday around noon I felt myself filling up, and the urge to poop came to me fairly quickly. I also happened to really need to piss, so I headed to the bathroom to get it all out. I sat on my toilet seat, and spread my cheeks beneath me. Moments later, with a crackling sound, soft poop began to slowly descend into the bowl below, small parts occasionally breaking off and splashing down into the water. After a few seconds, I began pissing, hitting the front of the bowl and making a splattery hissing sound as my pee ran down the porcelain into the water.

After a few minutes, a second soft poop slid out and joined my pee with a ploop. At this point I began to wipe, cleaning myself well and adding my paper to the bowl. Then, I flushed it all. As I stood over it, the toilet swirled round, tearing my soft turds apart seconds before they washed down and away for good. The toilet paper followed, and I watched until the last of my yellow pee had departed.

I'd love to hear about more people's recent flushes! Let me know what it was like!


Just Jerika

Big or small bathrooms?

My friend Chantel and I both are the same age, taking junior college classes, are smaller in stature than many of our peers and have apartments with live-in boyfriends. Where we differ, though, is whether small or larger public bathrooms are the best to use.

Since junior high, I have preferred the 1 or 2 toilet type. Gas stations are among my favorites. I also like the small toilets outdoors at parks and at a family bowling place and small restaurants that Hernandez and I frequent. I've had too many bad experiences trying to do a simple pee in large arenas and sports stadiums. Nothing got better really when I was in high school.

So Friday afternoon Chantel and I stopped our literature class study period an hour early. We were in the library so I want to the upstairs single-cubical bathroom for my daily crap. She decided to endure the main bathroom where there's a line of toilets and a larger group of students eager to use them. I was done and back in the lobby waiting for her for 2 or 3 minutes before she could get off her simple pee.

She drove us to a happy hour at a ladies club on the other side of town. We had 3 rounds of drinks over about 2 hours. We went to the one bathroom at the club twice, each time together. The room was small, with 2 open toilets right next to one another and a sink and mirror. There was a toilet paper holder on the wall between the two toilets and and a sanitary items disposal drop. We both peed, Chantel for almost twice a long as me and with much more noise.

When we got back to our table the second time, our burgers, fries and another round of drinks were awaiting us. The large amount of food caused Chantel to need the bathroom again. This time was for her second crap of the day. She insisted that I come and keep her company.
She likes large bathrooms with multiple toilets and lots of noise. I just sat on the toilet with my clothing up while we talked. We had our big/small bathroom discussion going pretty well and lost track of the time until there was a knock on the door. Chantel stood and immediately flushed. A quick wipe job followed and she halfway washed her hands because someone was waiting.

On the way back home, Chantel stopped for gas. While she pumped, I headed right to the bathroom. Single bathroom. I latched the door, placed my butt on the black seat and my pee started torrentially. Had that been a larger bathroom with less privacy, I would have been nowhere as fortunate.

What do you ToiletStool.comers prefer? Small single-toilet or larger multi-toilet bathrooms. Why?


Jenny
Hi everyone,
I'm keeping warm in Seattle we have about 8 inches of snow and stuck home all weekend. I know That's not a big deal to a lot of you. But Seattle is not that prepared for snow. Last Thursday all the grocery stores were packed and the shelves were empty.Oops just about out of toilet paper which I unfortunately Did not restock on.I am pooping right now. I was planning to take a shower anyway. But since I'm probably not leaving the house today to poop if I have to poop again I guess I'm jumping in the shower again. I've seen a lot of posts of what happens when people run out of toilet paper in public stalls. What do people do when they're stuck without toilet paper at home. Improvise Improvise with paper towels? Paper?I like to jump in the shower. I get enough skidmarks from that crummy public restroom toilet paper. I don't need were skidmarks from wiping my ass with a paper towel or or newspaper.

Anna ( from canada)and Catherine. If your happens to be peaking that the forum hi and we miss you. It's amazing how long this forum has been out. Maybe older than some of the posters !!!! Like Facebook people are going to wax and wane with their use and some will chose to move on completely. I appreciate all of you while you are here!!! And I know if you are alive and well, you are still pooping!!!

JR - I loved you post about how you meat Amber. Did you ever see each other poop again?
Victoria B. Is your underwear cleaner now that you bring your own toilet paper to school? Or is it just much more comfortable to wipe with your own toilet paper ? My husband has these one white Charlie's that he gets from dollar shave club. He lets me take a couple to work. They're very refreshing and they feel like peppermint. Not only is my underwear cleaner when I use them but it feels so good almost as good as the poop. I like your comment about poops being something we are naturally mindful of like sex. I love mediation, pooping and sex!!! I guess I never thought about what they have in common neurologically. Though it's probably Wise to takeoff my pants while I'm doing two of the three ....
I actually post when I'm on the toilet on my phone and I'm pretty embarrassed about my typing and editing of my post. Often times AutoCorrect does not make things better. So I'm trying dictating right now. It's pretty funny dictating this while I'm dropping a log. The phone is pretty good at recognizing my voice. Otherwise my five plots might've been dictated. The first for logs came out pretty easily but this fifth one was took a while. I have one more but I think I need to push it out. Haha my grunt and moan was not dictated. I think I'm done and ready to shower


Jenny SIS ( skidmarked in Seattle)

Survey responses

Surveys and Answers


Paige survey: have you ever used a doorless stall?

Oh yes in elementary, jr high and high school.
I used them as little as possible, but when I would use them I would really have to go.
This is when I first started getting self conscious of poopin in public and the skids in my panties. The hot popular girls (non athletic pretty girls) never seemed to poop. And the few I did see in the odorless stall and their pristine white clean panties down to their ankles giving me a complex. When I did go. I would've terrified and blushing even if no body was in the bathroom. I would never use a door less stall if someone was in the bathroom, I would leave and check until the bathroom was empty!! I over pulling my pants/panties down to my ankles when I poop, but in 6th grade I pulled my panties down barley past my crack and front to hid my dirty panties. And I wouldn't do a good job wiping in a rush with one ply toilet paper ( and in high school the single square toilet paper) it was a cycle. I would littler drop turds out of fear when someone walked in on me pooping in a spotless stall. I usually hold my poops in a public bathroom when other are in there but back then if I had to go , I really had to go!!! But honestly though no one was ever mean to me or stared at me when I was using a spotless stall. The stress for me was in my head.

I ever see doorless stalls as an adult. But some of the gaps are pretty large I can see ladies hunched over pushing


Zach survey:

Gender: Female
Age: 32
Type of underwear: thongs and boyshorts
Have you ever had a wee accident: actually now
Have you ever had a poo accident? Do skidmarks count? Lol Yes. Twice in grad school. I was living on my own and and GI issues twice. I would get nauseated with vomiting and diarrhea. I would stay still in my bed trying not to get nauseated. Twice I let out a fart and shatter. I threw out one pair of granny panties ( they needed to go anyway.) but one shaft I was wearing a thong as I had been at class all day. That was a mess and I was wearing yoga pants. They were lululemon expenseice pants and I did not have the heart to throw them away, but they did get clean with stains or smells. The white ( yes white) old navy thong was sent out in the trash right away . Both incidents with just a few ounces of liquid poo. I have never dropped a solid turn in my pants as an adult .

Karen B's survey:
Do I do homework on the toilet? I used to in school. I don't do continuing education in the toilet. I just text and post on my phone really badly .
Are you comfortable to fart in front of friends or do you just hold it back? Actually yeah as long as they don't see my panties. My husband sees my panties so I actually don't fart in front of him. I have a separate hamper for my underwear so he doesn't see the dirtiest panties often. But my girl friends, yes i fart in front of them all the time!

Has anyone peeked into your stall while you were having a bodily function? No, but my husband jokingly peaks at me at home only because he know that I freak out when he does


Paige
Hey it's Paige!!

Katie: thanks for the response! Also I'd love to hear about the visits with the continence nurse!

More and more stories keep coming to mind, so here's another one but it's more recent!

Me, my grandmother, my sister Kelsey (not her real name but for anonymous purposes) and my aunt were at the mall shopping around. My grandma is in a wheelchair, but she did her own shopping as well! But anyway, at one point she told me, pretty frantically, that she needed to use the ladies room. My aunt and Kelsey both went with us so they can help. She repeated that she had to use the restroom a few times, but then she stopped. When we got into the ladies room, she whispered, "it's too late." We could smell her accident already but we stayed mature about it.

We went into the handicap stall and I put the seat cover on the toilet. My sister pulled her pants and her depends down but instead of just pulling them down to her ankles like usual, she took them off because they were soiled. My grandmother is a very private woman, and very modest just like I was when I was younger, so we feel bad whenever she has to change or go to the bathroom because we know she's embarrassed, but she knows we need to help her.

Once we got her pants and depends off, I noticed that she was definitely in a mess- literally! Her front had poop all over it, not to mention her butt which I noticed when we lifted her up to put her onto the toilet.

We transferred her from her wheelchair onto the toilet, pretty urgently because she said she felt more coming. We had barely put her on the toilet before she had another intense and noisy wave of diarrhea and started to tinkle a little bit!

My aunt took her pants and depends out to the sinks but decided that they were so soiled that she just threw them out. Again, she's very private so she wasn't too wild about the door being left open. Meanwhile me and Kelsey were rubbing her back and talking to her. My aunt came back and asked how she was doing. She might be modest but she still does have a sense of humor. She said "well, my rear end is on fire, but other than that." We all laughed.

After a few minutes she said she was done. We asked her if she was sure she didn't have to do more, and she said yes.

I asked for her to open her legs a little bit so I could wipe her front. Since she was so modest, she loathed this part but tolerated it. I tried to make it as quick as possible but I had to really get in there to clean up all the poop. I wiped between her labia downward a few times. Kelsey and my aunt lifted her up from the toilet and I wiped under her. I wiped her butt really well and also tried to clean up her thighs. She didn't particularly like having her butt wiped either and was always very embarrassed when we've had to do it, but she seems to have more of an issue with her vagina being wiped. I used a wet paper towel my aunt brought to clean her front, thighs and bottom again to make sure she was totally clean. I went to go get some paper towels for her to sit on in the wheelchair and my aunt and Kelsey put them on her wheelchair for her. We were kind of confused about what to do because we had thrown her pants out for being so soiled and we also didn't have any more depends. We couldn't just leave her naked from the waist down until we got home! My aunt went out and bought her some pants and underwear to wear temporarily as we got out of the mall and into the car. Me and Kelsey stayed with her and tried to comfort her and make her feel better because we knew she was mortified.

My aunt got back. We put them on her and we all washed our hands and left.

I hope this is okay to post, Mr. Moderator! I just wanted to share that story as I thought you all might find it interesting!

Now here's my question: has anyone ever been in a situation like that? What happened and where were you? I'm very curious!


Mina[ppe]

door of loo

Dear Victoria,

If you knock on door of loo when someone inside, maybe small knock is best! In Japan we usually knock only two knocks, but in foreign movie I often see people knock on door four or five knocks. (Off course this is not in loo.) This is only my feeling, but if I am on loo in department store or somewhere and someone knock four knocks, I feel bad, but two is not so bad.

Actually this morning we talked about this problem (?) when I was on loo to do motions and Kazuko was at my side and Hisae and Maho were at door of the loo. But we didn't know then that you plan to knock on door and we didn't know that in USA there is no red mark on door. In Italy there was I think.

Maho said, no red mark on door is big problem! Why they don't have??! she said with big voice. We often surprise very much about American loo. Big partition, easy to see from outside, no paper, many surprise things.

But Hisae said interesting thing. Now, many loo in Japan is Western style, so we sit on loo. And door open outwards. Possible that door is closed even loo is vacant. (But most loo have red sign.) But old style Japanese squat loo, door usually open inwards, and when nobody is there, the door is open always, so easy to see if someone is there or no.

She also said, she don't like to see open door of Japanese loo, because many dirty women (perhaps men also) they leave brown mushy all around loo instead of do in to clean style. I said before, looking at many loo in Ladies of department store is nice feeling, because loo is so nice place, but with Japanese loo, I don't have this feeling, and my friends say same thing. But Maho said, if Kazu or Chae or Minappe squatting over that Japanese loo long time with busy bottom, of course she feel warm feeling!

I had plan to write only short letter today, but my friends said so many things, so it is long letter....

Love from your very own Minappe + 3


Abbie

Latest story

Hi everyone, I've got a story from this weekend, Lucy was away visiting her family so on Saturday I went to stay the night at my friend Katies house. I arrived at about 4pm, we were planning on ordering a pizza and just chilling and watching a film. Katie answered the door in her dressing gown, she said, "Perfect timing, I've just got out of the shower!" We went up to her room and chatted for a bit, after a while she said, "I just need a wee a sec, come on in so we can keep talking!" We went into her ensuite and she pulled up her dressing gown, I noticed she didn't have any knickers on as she sat on the loo and started to wee a heavy stream. As it dribbled to a stop she took some toilet paper and wiped, and then stood up and said, "Right, I'm just going to get the washing out of the machine, I've totally run out of clean pants would you believe, I didn't realise until I went to get dressed after my shower!" "Don't worry, it happens to me a lot too," I said, "The other day I had to wear the same knickers for two days because I didn't have any clean ones!"
A couple of minutes later Katie came back upstairs carrying a massive handful of clean knickers, they were all normal cotton pants in different pastel colours and patterns, we both think that its much more important to feel comfy in our knickers rather than worrying about fashion so I only ever wear those sort of knickers too. She said "The drier's broken so sorry but I'm gonna have to hang them about everywhere!" She put 3 flowery pairs on the radiator and then hung the rest on the clothes airer in her ensuite, altogether there were about 15 pairs! "Well I guess I won't run out of clean pants for a while now!" she said and we both laughed."I've got some plain white ones to wash too but I think I'll have to do them tomorrow, theres no more room at the moment!" she added.
"Right, I need a wee now!" I said, going back into the ensuite. I pulled down my grey leggings and yellow flowery knickers and sat on the loo, I opened the floodgates and started to wee a heavy stream which went on for quite a while before dribbling to a stop. I quickly wiped my front and pulled up my knickers and leggings before flushing and washing my hands. About 3 hours later we were waiting for the pizza to arrive and were watching telly in the living room when Katie said, "Right, the pizza should be here in about 10 minutes, I'm just going upstairs to see if my pants are dry!"
"Actually I'll come up too, I need another wee and I'll get changed into my nightie," I said, following Katie upstairs. We went into her bedroom, as I quickly undressed to my bra and knickers Katie went straight over to the radiator and picked up the first pair of knickers, they were pale blue with pink and yellow flowers. "Yeah, there dry now," she said. "Right, I'm just gonna go and have a wee," I said, I actually wasn't that desperate but I didn't want to need it while I was in the middle of eating! I dropped my knickers, sat on the loo and had a quick wee, I wiped, flushed and pulled my knickers back up and went back into Katies room to find her taking off her dressing gown, she wasn't wearing anything at all underneath it but it was no big deal as we've been naked in front of each other loads. I took off my bra and started to rummage in my bag for my nightie when the doorbell rang!! There we were, me just in my knickers and Katie totally naked and the pizza obviously at the door! "Don't worry, I'll go!" I said, as Katie was putting on her knickers I quickly pulled on my top and leggings, I didn't have time to put my bra back on but my top was quite baggy so I hoped I'd get away with it! I answered the door, took the pizza and put it in the oven on a low heat while I went back upstairs to finish getting changed. When I got back up to her room Katie was still just in her knickers rummaging through her drawer, as I started to get undressed again she said, "There it is!" She took out a nightie and pulled it on, she said, "For a minute I thought I'd run out of clean nighties too!" I put my nightie on as well and then we went downstairs to eat the pizza.
After we'd pigged out we just lazed around in our nighties watching telly in Katie's room. I hadn't been for a poo for a couple of days and now I'd eaten I thought I could feel a big one brewing in my belly. Just at that moment, as if she'd been reading my thoughts Katie said "I need to have a poo" and went into her ensuite, I followed her in and sat on the edge of the bath. We can both get a bit constipated and are totally relaxed about seeing each other on the loo, I find it helps if I can chat to someone if I'm struggling to push out a big load, it seems to make it easier and takes my mind off it. Katie went over to the toilet and lifted her nightie, she pulled her knickers down to her knees before sitting and starting to have a wee. "Ah that's better" she sighed as her wee stream died away and I saw her starting to push, she farted a few times as she did so. I shifted position on the floor as I could feel the tip of my poo creeping closer towards my bum. "You're making me need a poo as well!" I complained as Katie bore down hard and let her breath escape with a pant. "Sorry Abbie, I've been a bit constipated lately, I'm gonna really have to grunt this one out" gasped Katie and then pushed again. I carried on talking about nothing in particular to take her mind off it, eventually after several massive heaves and loud grunts there were some plops and shortly after that Katie took some toilet paper and started to wipe her bottom. By now I was squirming around, I could feel my poo starting to force open my bumhole and I was struggling to hold it back. Katie didn't exactly hurry to wipe, by the time she was done and had flushed I knew if I moved I would end up with the poo poking out into my knickers and getting them dirty. I stood up as carefully as I could but felt the poo slide out, I quickly reached up under my nightie and pulled down my knickers but I wasn't fast enough and I noticed that I had a massive skidmark. Katie noticed and said "You should have told me you were that desperate, I didn't want you to end up pooing your knickers!" "Don't worry, I suddenly got desperate out of nowhere" I said, kicking them off and feeling my poo sliding out. As usually happens with me, it was starting to get fatter so it had soon stopped part way out and I had to start pushing. I started to have a wee as I did so and it went hissing down into the bowl. After a couple of hard pushes and grunts I managed to pass the widest part and it started to speed up again before splooshing down into the water. I did a few farts before finishing with a few smaller pieces which made loud plops! I took some toilet paper, quickly wiped my bottom and then flushed, luckily it all went away even though it was a massive load. We went back into Katie's room, I looked through my bag and took out some white knickers which I put on, it was getting quite late so we decided to go to sleep. Hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!!


Steve A

Karen B's Survey

Do you do your homework on the toilet?

No, I never did, I only read on my phone.

Are you comfortable to fart in front of friends or do you just hold it back?

I used to fart in the hallways around girls just to get a reaction out of them, which compared to a classic high school prank. However, I would fart around my friends only if I had to, but I still feel more comfortable farting/burping around girls than guys, & I don't know why...

Has anyone peeked into your stall while you were having a bodily function?

It never happened to me.


Monday, February 11, 2019


Zach's Survey


Gender: Male
Age: 21
Type of underwear you wear: Briefs
Have you ever had a wee accident: Sometimes
Have you ever had a poo accident: Yes, more than peeing
Does the type of underwear you wear make a difference (I.e holding in a poo, soaking up wee): I only wear briefs so I don't know, but I do know that briefs are good for holding a poo after it is in my pants compared to boxers where it would fall on the floor lol


Ronette

Surveys and Answers

Paige survey: have you ever used a doorless stall?

Yes, several times. At my school, about half the doors are gone off the toilet stalls. Our school newspaper has listed frequent misuse of the toilets as why. So far this year there has been more vaping, drugs, and something our principals are really against. Loitering in the bathrooms.

Just last week I had to pee like mad because the subway was running so slow. I missed my transfer and I most hate these toilets. The room is small, the size of my bedroom, with three stools coming out of the wall. The seats are almost always wet because of parents with little kids and those that don't hover very good. I just sat down to get it over with. The seat was warm and luckily I had a dress on so I got some privacy, I guess

I've used the toilets at the park a few times. They are very much like those at the subway station. But they get a lot less use. Sometimes there is toilet paper, but other times it has been stolen or used up.

One time last fall I had to visit police headquarters because I had witnessed a car accident and I had to swear to and sign my statement.
The place scared me to the point that I had to immediately crap. I had had that feeling twice that day at school, but my teachers weren't excusing anyone with bathroom needs. One of the two cops in uniform and on the toilets said Hi and that she wished we could have more privacy there. We had a nice conversation as we both sat without a privacy door and did our craps. Hers sounded awesome as it hit the water in two or three installments.

Zach survey:

Gender: Female
Age: 16
Type of underwear: Regular cotton some days; thong sometimes. Mom bought me white until about 5th or 6th grade when a couple of mean girls were pointing out sometimes when I had a poo streak in the locker room. I was thinking "Hey B****"..." in the locker room but my mom understood and we switched to color.
Have you ever had a wee accident: yes. One day in 4th grade we had several subs in the building and they were off-schedule with bathroom breaks. So the bathroom was jammed. I waited and waited for a toilet and then the dam broke. Luckily I had new black jeans on. Then down with the nurse she found I had the beginning of measles coming and I was home for the week.
Have you ever had a poo accident? Yes. I think it was 3rd grade and again we had a jammed up bathroom. Some students from the other classes were getting hostile and I got pushed hard up against this large communal hand-washing sink. That caused me to drop one into my underwear. I was lucky because it was hard and didn't smell. I stole some time after I got my lunch tray to get back on the toilet, use toilet paper to handle it and then drop it between my legs into the toilet.

Karen B's survey:
Do I do homework on the toilet? Yes both home and at school.
Are you comfortable to fart in front of friends or do you just hold it back?
In class I've learned to change my posture and muffle it. Just yesterday I remember waiting until our teacher started a movie. I wish I had the confidence of my friend Faith. She'll just let one off and smile and say "Sorry."
Has anyone peeked into your stall while you were having a bodily function?
Yes and somewhat frequently to the point where I now chose to use a doorless stall, especially if I'm in a dress and just in need of peeing at school.It has saved me from a few detention periods.


park

me and strange young girl in bathroom

Hi everyone,I come from China.My English is very poor,please don't mind.Last time I use mechanical translation,I feel very embarrassed.Look dowm my story
I lay in bed where looking back the anecdote of my childhood.
In the eight years ago,I am 11,my mother register a course in order to me can more better learn English and increase my English mark,but the first day,i am diarrhea after eat breakfast.
I have been in class about 20min,I feel that I want to fart.but I can't,because I am a likely awkward person,and more urgently,when you diarrhea,you can't fart.so I disguise understand knowledge that what teacher teach.suddenly,teacher me a question,but i don't know,so teacher teach it again,I only to unwillingly listen it again.
I think this class will be end,but I am unaware that time goes by slowly.I had held on to half of hour when I trying to stick to my diarrhea almost spill out but it didn't come out.
And then,I was asked to do practice,but I just absent-mind due to I stomach ache,and more importantly,when you hold on for once diarrhea,next time,stomach will be ache even more.
I am casually write practice and waiting teacher's explain.and then my stomach ache again.
My tears flowing out
I didn't listen to anything,just then,the pressure of stomach more intense......
Finally,the poop uncontrolled come out but I tighten the anus.my butt have a bit wet.
Suddenly,I have a idea:now that the pants had wet,why not i pour out it in pant.so,when teacher talk with me,i release it in pant.but this "wet" very uncomfortable,eventually,I shyly tell teacher I want to go to bathroom.
I utterly unexpected,I stand up,carefully walk away.
The toilet is universal toilet,there are five stall,at this time,a young girl come in,she's about six years old.and then she stand in stall side,i don't like people around me when I take pooping.
So I disguise peeing,stand in stall without close the door but I glance that girl by stealth who still stand in there as to peep me,OH,WHAT SHOULD I DO!
And then,my stomach begin to ache again which more than ever,I turn around,looking at her,meanwhile,she look at me as well.
Her ask me weather I have tissue,I clutch my stomach,giveing her some tissue.
"Are you ok?",her say.
"not bad."
I see her go to stall,and then,take off her pant,squat dowm without lock door
I already unbearable! I reluctantly go to stall and then close the door.
"Why did you just stand up there instead of go to toilet?"
I haven't words reply her.
Taking off my pants and look at my underwear,A lot ot them are stain and some of them are my butt rubbed in class.
squatting and pulling,there is no sound at first,only the sound of watery.
at this moment,I hear a sound that cracking from the young girl's stall,her poop seem very large and much,what a unbelievable!the next,I start fart,she start laugh,but I did't embarrassed as before,maybe my heart feel some......balance.then,I flush and wipe,standing up and walk out stall.I glance her's stall,she unaware that I look at her.
I saw the three turds and some watery mess under the her……
When I go home,and took a bath at night, my mother naturally asked me what happened to my underwear……


Anna from Austria

tripple poop at restaurant toilet

Last Friday I had a business meeting at restaurant. During eating I started to feel some pressure at my backdoor. So I excused myself to toilet. During my way I could see two other ladies heading to restroom as well. It was a rather small restroom for a restaurant with only 3 toilets. So I and the other ladies had to use stalls next to each other. I pulled down my pants and thong and sat on the toilet. I heard the other ladies doing the same thing.Then there was silence for about one minute. They were just playing on their cell phones. I thought that they needed to poo but where to shy to make first step.Somehow I did not want to be the first as well and if I visited to restaurant in private I might have waited because I needed to but not that urgent.But this was out of the question because I could not let my boss and the other people waiting longer than necessary. So I started to pee first and during peeing I did a brrrt type fart and my first log started to come out. As expected that broke the ice and the lady to write started to grunt, and had hard time getting her poo out. Theo other lady did a big fart even louder than mine and then i could here some rather soft poo hitting the toilet bowl. I did some more farts and one other log. Then I was empty. I started to wipe, then flushed washed my hands and left. Theo other ladies were still doing their businesses when I left the toilet.

that is my story for today. It was a interesting experience but also gross somehow. 3 people pooping at the same time in a small bathroom with bad ventilation and without a window to open does not smell very well. That was the worth stunk up bathroom I ever experienced so far.

greetings from Austria

Anna


J.R.
I went to a friend's house back in school I remember to hang out with and watch this really cool action movie that we both wanted to see. His parents had this huge mansion. My girlfriend was on vacation with her parents and his girlfriend and twin sister came over to watch the movie with us.

The mansion we were in of his parents was something I'd never seen or imagined. It had like 9 bedrooms and about the same amount of bathrooms. His sister was home for summer break from school and he was showing me around the mansion before we were going to watch the movie in the main family room which had a huge big screen TV and surround sound which was going to make it awesome.

We went back up stairs and he was showing me the main level and his sister ( Amber) I remember she stopped to say hi and gave me a hug. She was in Black pair of warm up pants and a white t shirt.

The main level of the house a total shock to see. His parents room the huge master bedroom overlooked the backyard that had a huge swimming pool and hot tub. And my favorite part also was the big basketball court to. His parents room had the huge master bathroom, it didn't have a door. All you had to do was walk around a wall with a huge entry way. Big tub and shower all separate. The toilet was straight ahead against the wall. It was one of the kind that sits high up.

We went back down to watch the movie and his girl friend and her sister and his sister watched the movie with us. We had drinks and snacks to.

After a while the girls left and we kept watching the movie. We lost track of time and did notice where the girls went. His girl friend and her sister left and his sister disappeared in the house.

The movie finished and he asked me did I want to shoot some hoops? I said"of course" and I told him I think I had to much soda to drink so I'd find the bathroom and meet outside.

I went upstairs to look for one of the many bathrooms. All the bathrooms are set up the same like in his parents bedroom. Big entry way and the same set up.

I went towards the main master bathroom and as I went to turn the corner and right there is Amber on the toilet with everything exposed. Her warm ups were at her ankles and her White
Full cut briefs were past her knees. I startled and apologized. She she don't be I don't mind. I won't say anything if you don't. She said" I had to much to drink" and that the she takes vitamins that help you poop. She said then when ya gotta go ya gotta go. Plus it's that time of the month if you know what I mean? I said I'm looking for one of the other bathrooms and I would leave her to her business.

I needed to pee but I had signals in my stomach telling me otherwise. I'm in the next bathroom on the toilet with my basketball shorts almost to my ankles and my blue briefs also at my ankles doing my busiy and as I'm finishing up and Amber knocks and asks if she can come in. She said she ran out of toilet paper and was in a embarrassing position to go further to find more. Like she said before she wouldn't tell anyone.

I said ok so she came in holding her pants and underwear just above her privates and her ass was showing. I pulled my briefs up so I could cover my area. She said don't be shy plus I needed to finish up. So she stood there cleaning her bum with everything down and showing me every thing including the hair around her area.
I
I was finishing up and she was still showing everything and said " you mind if I sit" back down for a minute? I need fix and check some thing down there before I pull my underwear up.

I pulled up my briefs and stood aside while she sat back down on the toilet. She adjusted her feminine things down there and stood and farted a little and blushed. She ripped off a little toilet paper and and did a quick little wipe. I'd already pulled up my pants and she was pulling up her underwear it went all the way to her crack then she pulled them out of her crack a little then bent down to pull up her pants and adjusted everything. We both washed our hands and left and went outside so all 3 of us could shoot hoops. Eventually my girl friend and I broke up and Amber and I started dating. My friend ( her brother) Ryan was so happy for us and never knew about the incident in the bathroom.


Victoria B.

Reply time

Hey!
Nothing too earth-shaking to report. I've pooped six times in the last three days though, a personal record! I feel like I've won the brown ribbon lolol!

To Minappe: Not having that indicator that says whether or not a stall is being used is one of the worst parts about American public bathrooms, right up there with the ridiculous, privacy-defeating gaps between stall walls and the floors and rear walls. Next time I'll probably knock too!

To Wisco Girl: Always good to have another Upper Midwesterner here! Good thing your co-worker at the K-Trip was there too help. I've been on the business end of a plunger many, many times in my life and you should never be ashamed of doing what your body needed to do!

To Taylor: Hello from this side of the pond! Your post inspired me to become a little more adventurous with my number twos: I've gotten into a routine where almost all of mine happen at home and it does become rather dull after awhile! It sounds like you not only had a great poop for yourself and for your neighbor. Sometimes a nice crackle, plop, or fart is all it takes to help someone loosen up and be a little less self-conscious in the bathroom.

Happy pooping to all!
Love,
Victoria


Saturday, February 09, 2019


yourConstiguy

Approach to Pooping and Weeing Lesson 4

I note the post by Jenny regarding mindful pooing. Yes, I practice it and it makes for a relaxing and good evacuation. It is the attitude that comes from mindfulness. I use mindfulness in my every day life and it works for many things and to an extent pain relief. I became good at it without knowing about it. With respect to weeing start with a good full bladder....just relax, take a breath a bit bigger than usual and exhale a bit slower than usual and at the same time relax the muscles around the bladder etc and then go with the flow...just relax...breath out and feel the tension and strain in the bladder fade away.
Now with pooing it is a bit more difficult because you need time and to not be disturbed...it works well when nobody is at home or in a public toilet that is not busy. You really need the urge to use this technique and just sit back breath slowly and relax on the exhale. Enjoy the sensation of poo leaving your ???? and exiting your hole. Allow plenty of time. It is particularly good when a laxative is hitting in.
On a similar subject I enjoy posts where there are pooping buddies...particularly Mina's post as kind encouraging company can make a BM more satisfying. It is so much the better if you can be massaged whilst moving bowels. The dominant problem is to find a pooping buddy and then confidentiality because the world is still very Victorian in the ir bodily functions and not ready for pooping buddies...sadly!


Katie Kool

Missed answers

When I last posted I missed out an answer to Paige
Yes it just came out with out me pushing.. I think it happened because of the position I was in and what was happening.it came out as a 1 lumpy log.
I will write a push by push post later in the week probably Friday when I will next poo as withholding this week as grounded..


Bianca

To Becc

Becc: I love your gym story! Too bad though, you missed the first pooper. At least you got some company later. That was so cool that you and Tracy poopped at the same time. My poop history concerning sounds is hissy gas, squeaky gas, and the toots, etc. Poops that sound different are amazing too.


Anon

Strange places

Growing up, I peed in the backyard many times. The first time was because the bathroom was occupied, after that I often did it simply from enjoying it. No house overlooked our back yard, with the porch light off there was no way anybody would see what was happening. In adulthood I've always had a two story house on at least one side, I haven't done it since.

Being a hiker I've peed on many a tree, once I took a dump beside one because it was dark and the best I could do was get into a spot where nobody would walk in it. I've also done it once because the toilet situation had been miserable and I finally got to a place with some decent cover and holding my poo was rather uncomfortable by then.

If it's warm enough out I enjoy peeing out in nature, I would prefer something proper to sit on for a poo.

Fred

I peed in my bedroom's sink at college

when I lived at a residential college we had a room each and a sink in each room. my bed was next to the sink and if I woke up during the night instead of walking out my room to the toilet I would just pee in my sink, then run the tap a little to wash it away. and then at some point the next day I would use dettol to clean my sink so it wouldn't smell.

and if you're wondering if I peed in their shower- of course I did, but I did make sure I washed all visible pee away with the shower.


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Katie Kool

Poo pee and more

Sorry it's been quite a while since I posted and thank you to all who commented or replied.
It made me feel welcome on this forum. This morning is the first chance I've had to have to write. I stayed in bed and waited for my mum to say they were going to my Nans so i said I wanted to stay in bed so she let me. I got up, changed my pissy soaked bed, showered got dressed to kill and full makeup and took my the iPad and am now sitting on the toilet writing this. I might write a push by push account in a future post

Paige
Doorless stalls I've not actually used one that didn't have a door, even at school they have door just most of them don't lock shut. At home and sometimes at my friends place I don't always shut the door.
And thank you for advice re the uti. I really appreciate you taking time to write that for me.
I am seeing them on Monday after school but not at my Doctors, so I didn't want to have an extra appointment as It was so near to when I have a routene appointment at the clinic place. Every 3 months I get my birth control re done and also see the continence nurse because of bed wetting and things. They always test for uti and std there then text me in a couple of days and I then go back and they give me antibiotics, one tablet I have to take there then another 3 over 3 days then a week later I have to go back and get tested again and this visit get my birth control done.

I can post about my continence nurse visits if anyone is interested.

This last couple of weeks I've done a poo every day and some days twice because I haven't been grounded and haven't been withholding. My mum thinks I've been really good as I've been in bed when she has got in from work at midnight. I've been out every evening and just made it back in time.hehehe.
My poo has varied between being solid logs, chunky pieces and soft runny that takes so much wiping clean of my bum I hate it,not to bad if it's when I come in and empty myself if I've been drinking whilst out, i sit there pushing down hard and it is liquid that sprays out, if I don't empty myself before bed sometime it comes out in bed especially if I'm really drunk. If it's a school morning I have my shower as soon as I get out of bed so I don't smell of peepee from my bed or make my school uniform smell. Mum insits I have breakfast even when I have ???? ache then after breakfast i go on the toilet and push this mushy poo out and it's really sticky and messy to clean and takes several scrunched of loo roll to clean. Mum always asks if I've done a poo poo if I tell her it was runny she gives me 2 Imodium tablets to take then and 2 more to take at school.
My pre going out after school /'Evening poo poos are solid lumps. I get in from school about 4 pm unless i go with someone on the way home then it's about 5 pm. As mum is working lates she leaves food out for me, my brother goes to my Nans. Most evenings I go and meet friends at this flat above a shop in town. The flat belongs to 2 girls who work in the shop who ages ago invited me and my best mate to a party there, since then we go there all the time, there's always lots of fit guys and lots of drink. I get ready so I am ready to leave then last thing I go on the toilet and make a poo poo which has been hard chunks of poo.i push down really hard and squirt a jet of pee and then a chunk fires out, then push hard again and more pee and a chunk or 2. I like seeing what I've done when it's hard so a couple of times I've put the strainer thing in the toilet to catch what I do, I was surprised,that the chunks were different colours like from very dark brown to a dark yellow. One morning I didn't poo before school and mum asked me to text her if I did it that evening, i had put the strainer thing in the loo and I stayed on the loo for an hour pushing as hard as I can and nearly filled the strainer thing with poopoo chunks. I lifted it out and placed it on some TP on top of the toilet cistern and took a photo and sent it to my mum hahaha., then went out and had a really fun filled evening.
Well I've got to end now as I'm due to go out and meet 3 guys at their place. I've done loads of poo, some chunks and some softer mush, which I'm surprised about due to the amount of liquid poo I did during the evening at my friends flat, it was what she called booze poos where you've had so much, been sick had more, been sick,had more and you get that liquid slosh and ???? cramps and the only thing you can do is push down hard and it's just lumps and liquid which actually smells like what you've just had comes squirting out, thing was 2'guys with me watched me on the toilet squirting from my bum and puking into a bin at the same time then a liquid poo at home like 3'am when I got in, and now this load, mind you i was eating kebab and junk on the way home..
So I'm sat here about to wipe well in fact I'm going to dab because my ass is so very sore and luckily 1st dab a bit of poo and mainly that yellow snotty stuff 2nd dab clean, actually surprised it didn't bleed and as for my front bit a very gentle dab leaving a slight yellow pee and yellow green other stain. I'm even putting a pair of pants ( knickers) on to go out cost it's so swollen and I'm leaking from it..
Just checking the bowl and yes that' a good load, gonna leave it for mum to see as she always asks,,I've just texted her and said I've done a big poopoo it's here for you to see I'm out now back at 10 pm
Katie x


Mina[ppe]

Dear Victoria

In Japan it's still quite common, but less common than long time ago I think, that somebody knock on door of loo which door is closed. Many people say it is to check if somebody is in loo, and it is a good manner to give little knock for answer, but I think this is sometimes fib. Sometimes the mean of the knock is "I want to use loo soon so come out quickly!" especially this is the mean when the knocking is strong.

In modern loo in Japan, when door is locked, there is red mark near door handle, it means "occupied". So knock is not need. Why people still do?

This is shock story but I heard once, in bookstore somewhere in Japan, a man murdered a woman after she stayed in a loo too long.

Usually if someone knock when I am on loo outside my flat, I give answer knock, old fashion style. But I don't have an experience recently.

Love from Mina + 3


Carin

Me & Beau's sledding accident

The other evening Beau, a guy I've known since he gave me a valentine in 2nd grade, and I got done with a day's worth of homework for our AP class and he texted me at about 8 about sledding in the night time lights. My mom mentioned it was dangerous, but I got kind of defiant because we didn't have school the next day. Beau walked the 3 blocks over to my house dragging the awesome new sled he had gotten for Christmas. He was about 10 minutes late and my mom and I argued whether it was too late to go, but I compromised with her by taking a pee before he arrived. We had agreed if he was late I got to ride the sled as we walked about 4 blocks over to the park. There weren't any cars out so the streets were safe for us. Just a lot of ice pounded down from the plows and a couple of surprise pot holes, one of which threw me on to my back. I told him I was lucky I had just peed earlier or I would have had an accident. He just laughed and pulled the sled-rope halfway running. Once I almost got thrown against the wheel of a parked car. He felt bad about that one, though.

When we got to the park Beau announced he had to "leak". That is a word he's always used, except when with his parents who expect him to use more formal language. A couple of security lights right in front of us also enabled me to see that he was getting wood. I know I wasn't going to be able to do anything like a pissing contest into the snow. And the park restrooms were a couple of blocks opposite the sledding hill. To play with him a bit I looked around a showed him some alternatives. They included snow caked on the side of a tree, snow on the top drain cover of a sewer, and something we did years ago when we visited his grandparents' farm. Since we couldn't agree on anything, we decided to take our first about 90-second ride down the tree-lined slope. He took the front seat, and behind him I put my my arms around him, accidentally rubbing against his wood. He used his hands to push the sled off and down the hill.

Some people should never get a driver's license. Beau is one of them. As we were picking up speed, and hitting some bumps, he didn't have his feet squarely on the steering arm and the ice on his boots kept him from guiding it properly. Within 25 seconds or so we went head-on into a tree. We both got thrown off and flew onto opposite sides of it. Everyone says we were lucky we weren't thrown into the tree. There his a gauge into the bark where the sled hit it. Beau rolled some in the snow and then walked over to me. I think I was momentarily knocked out. All I could feel was a lot of warm slop between my legs. Once I partially unbuttoned my jeans I could see and smell that I had soft-shitted myself. Then Beau opened his jeans, put his hand in on his crotch. He had peed himself. We embraced, left the sled to pick up on our way back, and we did a walk to the other side of the park where we knew there was a bathroom building. There was no one around and we were praying that the building hadn't been locked for the winter. It was open. We both went into the ladies room together. No cubicle. Just two toilets coming out of the wall and two sinks. There was a good supply of toilet paper and hand towels and between us we use most of them. I sat on the 1st toilet--seat temperature about 40 degrees--but Beau helped me take off my soiled underwear and cup it in brown paper towels to be thrown away. While I sat and cleaned myself, turning my butt to Beau a couple of times for him to let me know what I was missing. As he sat on the other toilet and took off his blue boxers, he finished his piss. He got up, naked, and held his boxers up to several minutes at the dryer, as I was looking to find the condition of his wood. It was down and he was wiping it carefully and then throwing the towels into the trashcan. When we were done we walked a little farther into the park and saw McDonalds' lights. We had hot drinks to warm us up before we walked back to the sled and then getting ourselves back before curfew.


weird guy

to rose

that is interesting regarding how a round toilet makes your waste look bigger. I hadn't really thought about that angle. as for my last flush, it sounded like a whistle. the crapper at my parents house whistles when it flushes. the sight was 3 turds with several sheets of toilet paper. by the way, the toilet is elongated


Wisco girl

Work poop

So i am 22yr old female, 5'4" 140lb athletic build, i work 3rd shift at kwik trip. lately i have been getting the urge to go #2 around 12am. Well last night i started to get the urge and finished up what i was doing and went to the bathroom. I had a pretty large movement, i usually go once a day but haven't been in a couple days. I did 3 decent size logs about 8in long by 1 1/2" wide. I used quite a bit of paper to wipe my back and im also on my period, so i needed quite a bit for the front as well. I went to flush amd it would not go down and started filling with water. I knew I should have did two separate flushes, so i grabed the plunger out the other stall and started plunging. I did for about 5mins no luck. I gave up and told my coworker one of the toilets in the womans was clogged and i couldn't get it. He told me to put an out of order for now. Him and i are pretty close he is a very sweet and helpful guy works at kwik trip for time and runs a bar and works there one night a week, he also has a band. We love each other kissed a couple times, but nothing else ever really happened hes quite a bit older than me and has a girlfriend. Anyway back to my story, so he went in there later and got it to got down, i have a feeling he knows it's mine lol. I Don't know why i was embarrassed i will probably end up telling him. I don't really think he would mind anyway, just glad he got it.

This was my first post hope you enjoyed.i have a few other stories i want to share in another post some other time.


Victoria B.

Some replies

Hey!

I thought I'd put a few responses in today.

To Becc M.: I liked you story but not as much as I love that you're back! Keep 'em coming!

To Minappe: One of my favorite things about your writing is your usage and explanation of Japanese bathroom and toilet expressions. May you, Chae, Kazu, and Maholin feel sukkiri after each and every time you need to do a poop!

To Rose: My most recent flush came this morning before I got into the shower. My production once I had done what I needed to do amounted to one large log (judging by how good it felt on its way out) that splash landed pretty far into the drain and a few squirts of pee. I finished undressing as I pooped it, taking my oversized night shirt off and throwing it on top of my already discarded pajama pants and panties before getting up to catch a look at the tail of my turd as it slightly protruded from the mouth of my toilet's elongated bowl. I pushed the plastic handle on the front left side of its tank down and watched as my waste was sucked down the drain in the few seconds that preceded the water from the flush following it. My toilet is an American Standard and it has definitely exceeded my expectations, though I would still prefer a Kohler or especially a TOTO. Someday though....

To Jenny: Dude, your post went straight to my heart. You are arguably more in touch with your body when you poop than at any other time outside of sex. I do meditate when I sit down to poop and the water in the toilet bowl beneath my bare buns is a focal point of that meditation. The water returns to placidity and tranquility no how hard your pee hisses into it or how big of a bomb-dropping you need and so I think about water while I'm going, concentrating on finding my path to its level of release and calmness and letting the pleasant feelings of relief coming from my bladder and butthole wash over me. If I need a deep breath, sigh, or contented moan I'll do what my body needs.

I am in my second semester of grad school at a public university in a large Northern city that sits in a metro area of about the same population as the Seattle-Tacoma-Bellevue, WA region. Unfortunately, the toilet paper on campus isn't too big of an upgrade from what I was grudgingly forced to tolerate in undergrad and I've had to take action: namely, grabbing a few small handfuls of my preferred paper (Two-ply Cottonelle in the purple pack) from home and stashing them in my purse for days when I'm on campus. I figure that I might as well put the extra space in my bag saved from not needing tampons or pads thanks to my hormonal IUD to good use!

Do a big one for me!
Love,
Victoria!


Rose
Autumn
I've been trying to come up with a list of places I've peed - I've had some pretty unusual ones I think

I've peed:
Out of an apartment window, from sitting on the window frame
Onto a campfire (yes, from standing! Still took some stretching haha)
Into a kitchen sink
Into a bathroom sink
Into a bidet
Into a men's urinal
Down the drain in the shower
On top of an anthill (mean, I know, but it was in the middle of the patio, would have been killed anyway)
In the forest a lot, including in bushes, on trees and rocks, over the side of a canoe once
In a train where the toilet emptied directly onto the tracks
By the side of the road
Into the ocean

And of course, many many toilets have flushed my wastewater after I filled their receptacles.


Thursday, February 07, 2019


Skeeter

Extremely lucky.

At the age of 8 I started having bowel problems. Sometimes diarrhea and other times pencil thin poop with urgency that felt like I was pooping molten lava.
At 9 the gastroenterologist in my local paediatric hospital diagnosed IBS.
Because the school and teachers knew I had a problem, I am was never denied going to the bathroom.
Once in high school, some of the other kids were annoyed that I was always allowed to use the bathroom and they weren't.
At 22 I was given the correct diagnosis of Bile acid malabsorption which explained the molten lava poop as the excess bile was irritating my colon.
Thankfully I am only bile binding medication which is a godsend.
I only get diarrhea if I miss a dose.


Zach

Stories and Survey

To moderator: please ignore previous submission as this was a mistake on my part.

I have two stories and a survey.

I was walking along the street when I suddenly felt the need to wee and also felt a slight urge to poo. I hastily scanned the street but there weren't any public toilets nearby and none of the shops looked like they had toilets. I knew there was a public toilet about half a mile away but I wasn't sure if I could make it. I began walking up to it and was nearly there when I had to stop and rest against a wall as I was bursting and couldn't really hold it much longer. Wee began spurting into my underpants and my poo was turtleheading. I opened the door and rushed over to the urinal and relieved myself. I then went into the stall and as I was dropping my trousers the poo slid out of my arse and into my striped grey and black boxer briefs. I quickly dropped them, dumped the log in the toilet and squatted over the bowl and pooed some more. I was very relieved to have made it just in time.

Another time, I was heading over to the changing rooms in school to get changed for PE with my friend Gabriel. Gabriel clearly needed to do the toilet but was trying to hold it in. We got changed and went into the gym. During the lesson I could see Gabriel getting more and more desperate. At the end, with 5 minutes left to go, he looked rather relieved and I knew he had done his business in his PE shorts. As we walked back to the changing rooms a thick poo smell emanated from Gabriel's bottom and his shorts were bulging out at the back. We went over to an isolated corner of the changing room that was hidden from view to get some privacy. "I've just pooed myself" he said. "Can you take a look and see how bad it is?" I pulled out the back of his underpants and peered inside. A large, dark brown sausage was nestled inside his underwear. It was just the one log but it was quite a big log. Suddenly, Gabriel farted. "I need to do another one, mate" he said and with that another thick brown jobbie slid out of his arse and into his underpants. Having finished his bowel movement he sighed and dropped his shorts to his ankles exposing his black Hugo Boss boxer briefs. "I'll go commando" he said and began to pull his boxers down. I could see his willy and was rather embarrassed but Gabriel didn't mind. He pulled his boxers to his ankles then stepped out of the shorts and boxers. He put the shorts in his bag and got changed. I noticed that his boxers also had a wee stain in the front as the colour was a little yellower and the front was wet.

Survey:

Gender:
Age:
Type of underwear you wear:
Have you ever had a wee accident:
Have you ever had a poo accident:
Does the type of underwear you wear make a difference (I.e holding in a poo, soaking up wee):

I would appreciate your stories!


Taylor

Best poop of 2019

Hello everyone, I hope you are all having a good week toilet wise so far! I have a story to share from Monday of what I'm considering to be the best poop of 2019...yet! But first, a little reply to Victoria B -

I loved your story! It's funny how alcohol can affect your brain isn't it, and your bladder! It sounds like you had a really good wee, it's not often I get gushers like that so in a way I feel a little jealous. I've never used the mens toilets either so that is going on my to-do list. Maybe have an experience to share soon!

Anyway, to the story! As I've mentioned before, I really like going in places other than my own home and for my new year resolution I've made a goal of going somewhere other than home at least once a week. I've stuck to it so far. This week I decided to try out some public toilets in town that I had never been to before. You have to pay to use them but I don't mind that, and I've found that they are generally cleaner than the free ones.

I left the house about 2pm with a full bladder and drove into town, feeling quite excited about what was going to happen. It took me about 30 minutes to get there and by that point I was getting close to wetting myself, so at the very least I would be having a wee. I paid the 20p to use the toilets and took the middle stall out of 3. loving how clean they were. I took the time to make my trip as comfortable and enjoyable as possible, taking off my coat and hanging it on the hook before pulling my skinny jeans and thong right down to my calves and sitting far back on the toilet. Leaning forward and playing on my phone. The curved seat was incredibly comfortable and I felt myself relaxing immediately. I had paid to use this toilet and I was going to make it worth every penny, and take as much time as I needed.

I had been sitting for about 10 seconds when I started peeing, a nice gentle trickle that made plenty of noise as it hit the water beneath me. It went for quite a while too and once it finished I stayed exactly where I was, waiting for nature to take its course. After about 5 minutes the moment I had been waiting for arrived. I let out an airy fart as I was stretched to capacity by my poo slowly forcing its way out of me. I relaxed as much as I could, feeling it effortlessly come out and seeming never ending. After a few seconds I closed up with no splash at all and waited to see if there was any more.

Just to play it safe, I flushed while still sitting and as the tank was refilling I heard the unmistakable click clack of heels and the stall to my left was occupied. I heard her unzip and remove her coat, the rustling of clothes, and then saw a blue thong appear around her ankles just above her black heels. She had a short wee and then we sat in near silence, the only sounds being the tapping of our phones. It seemed like she needed to empty her bowels too but was either not in a rush, or was waiting for me to leave. I stayed seated, wondering who would break the ice.

It wasn't long at all before my stomach gently cramped and I was opened up again by another poo easily coming out of me. It started just as wide as the first piece but quickly narrowed and sped up, falling into the water with a quiet "plunk". Moments later, I heard a quiet crackling coming from next door followed by a small splash. It seemed that hearing me going loosened her up a little so to speak and I was soon hit by the strong odor of a healthy dump. I felt empty so I got myself some toilet paper to wipe with, using 4 pieces for my behind and then wiped my front before flushing again while still seated then standing up and redressing. I left my stall, washed my hands, smiling to myself every time I heard a little splash from the girl in the stall, and then carried on with my day feeling so much better.


Imogen

Another near accident

Hi everyone, I'm really sorry that I haven't posted recently. I'm in my final year at uni and really busy with work, so I just haven't had the chance.

I had another near accident last week, involving having too much to drink! I had quite wet knickers by the time I got home but I'm not sure I'd call it a full on accident though.

Hope everyone else is well.


Becc M.

Back at the gym

Hey all! I know I haven't had much time to post lately, but I had another great experience at the gym this morning and wanted to share!
So, I completed my morning cardio workout, and as so often happens, I felt my stomach beginning to stir as I headed toward the locker room. The gym wasn't very highly populated at the moment, but I crossed my fingers and hoped for some company in the bathroom. As I approached the room, I noticed that only one of the 5 stalls were closed, and there was a faint poop aroma in the room. I assumed I had already missed my fellow poopers show but I entered the stall next to her anyway and sat down. At this point she started tugging at the paper to begin her wipe. Oh well. I needed to release my load fairly badly at this point but held back for a minute to see if I would get any more company.
As luck would have it, I soon heard another pair of feet padding into the room. I looked up and saw a cute girl Tracy who attended several of my cardio classes. She turned and met my eyes through the stall crack. "hey Becc!" she cheerily said. Thrilled beyond words that she had made the effort to look into the stall to see me preparing for a big poop, I happily exclaimed "Hey girl!". My excitement mounted ever more as she entered the stall next to me. I heard her quickly lower her yoga pants and her butt hit the seat. Immediately she farted rather loudly, then a long extended crackle began. At this moment I relaxed and let my poop start to flow, with a rather loud crackle myself. Hearing Tracy and my own buttholes pooping in unison was invigorating!
Tracy's load broke off and landed with a loud plop, while mine continued for a bit longer. "Nothing like a good post workout poop!" Tracy exclaimed from next door! I couldn't agree more heartily. At this point we were both beginning out wipes. We finished almost in unison and flushed and met at the sinks. She talked casually to me about that mornings classes, all the while I was wondering inside if she had enjoyed the previous moments as much as I had! We then headed towards the showers to continue our days...
Anyways, short and sweet but I hope you all enjoyed! Hope to post more soon!


Autumn

Strange Places

Hey, I was thinking the other day about maybe if we pooped/peed in other places, it might feel better or something. where have you peed that is out-of-the-ordinary?
Mine:
Sink (sister was on the toilet)
Shower
Backyard
Weeds
I an old tree-house
Infant diaper (leaked)
In my swimsuit whilst floating down a river
Pool (to be fair it was an accident)
and The beach! (that was on pupose)


Jenny
Victoria B.

I loved your last post. I am pooping right now but I also just finished a mindfulness mediation. Enjoying the feeling of pooping and cleaning up be very meditative and you just inspired me to take a mindful poop!

10 minutes later.

That was amazing! Not only did I feel great from my meditation, but my poop was as good maybe even better as I was uncomfortable with my urge to poop toward the end of my meditation .. and pooping mindfully made me appreciate the relief. I even let out a big sigh in my work restroom . Even the sensation panties at my ankles feels good.

It was a messy poop though. It was one of those where I wipes 6 times and I still feel sticky. Mindfulness includes the bad and the good though!!!! My crack feels kinda sticky which is funny because I'm sure a friend at work has been checking out my ass today . Little does he know ( or does he) what that ass did!

Victoria are you still in school? Are you panties still dealing with that crappy ( pun intended) toilet paper, or are able to use wipes more or even a bidet these days?

Anyone try to meditate while they poop?


Victoria B.

A knock came on the door....

Hey!

So I was out with some friends last night at a local wine bar. The pinot grigio was fantastic and so was the conversation! A couple of glasses in and my bladder starting sending signals. Signals that would have ended in me peeing my new pair of maroon jeans if they weren't answered.

Unfortunately, I was not the only person on their receiving end. The line for the women's room had to have been at least twenty deep and this was already turning into a photo finish by the time I got in line. That was when I got a wine idea: the men's room door had opened several times and I noticed that it was empty. It was time to take action and I bolted in, trying and quite possibly failing to be as inconspicuous as I could.

There were two stalls and thanks to my paranoid paper check I managed to avoid picking the one with an empty cardboard tube sitting in the toilet paper holder. That left the other stall and that left me at the mercy of its last occupant, someone who had left behind a massive turd. It was a real beauty; one that I would totally have been proud to poop myself. When I tried to flush it I found it why it was still there and the news wasn't good. The toilet was as clogged as it would've been had someone dropped a literal log into it and not just the figurative version taunting me from the bowl.

I felt guilty about the prospect of making the mess worse but I was also within thirty seconds of peeing, whether it was on the stool or not. So I tore down my my jeans and navy blue and white polka dotted panties and unleashed a gusher the likes of which sounded more like someone had struck oil than a pee from a "respectable" twentysomething grad student.

It was then that I heard footsteps. The stalls were on the same wall as a group of four urinals and they were heading past them and towards the stalls. This new arrival must have done the same check as I did because a knock came on the door of my stall shortly thereafter. This is where the wine started talking because instead of saying "Occupied!" or "Be out soon!" like a normal person I instead surrendered to the ridiculousness of the situation and injected a "Wha... What's the password?" into the conversation. This gave me a nice red face to clash with my maroon jeans and a mentally muttered "Victoria...."

Much to my surprise though the next customer started cracking up. I finished my pee, wiped and collected myself before offering a couple generous handfuls of toilet paper to the guy at my stall door. He gladly took them and upon locking the stall got undressed and sat down as I was 'flushing' and pulling my undies and jeans back up. I took a short peek in the direction of his stall on my way to the sink and what I heard made me glad that I had given him a little extra paper. I washed my hands and carefully snuck back to my friends with a doozy of a story and curiosity I couldn't shake about whoever it was I had asked for the password because he had a smokin' hot voice!

What do you do when you're using a public bathroom and someone knocks on your stall?

Love,
Victoria!


Sarah

Answers to Karen B's survey

I was looking through the old pages and decided to answer Karen B's Survey on page 2733.

Karen B's Survey:

1)To the athletes, where and when do you do your homework? I.e. Before tournaments, on the toilet, or in the car on the way to practice?

I usually do my homework at home on days that I have no practices. I play soccer so when I do have practices or games, I do it at the library next to the field.

2)Are you comfortable to fart in front of your friends or do you just hold it?

Over the years (if you read my last post on pg. 2545), I was bullied for farting in a public bathroom. I have gotten the courage over the years to fart. Not in a manner that is loud, but discretely.

3)To the students, are you comfortable in doing homework or studying on the toilet. If so is it comfortable?

Since I am in Grade 11 now, there is so much homework. I actually do my homework on the toilet sometimes. I would not recommend it however, it is very uncomfortable when you have to put all your books down when you are done.

4)Has anyone peeked into your stall while you were having a bodily function? How did you feel?

N/A


Siford

Me & Hildy & Bathroom Needs

Me and my friend Hildy are in several classes together at our high school. We study together, often after school and at our houses. She's also on the debate team and I've been helping her with one of her cases. So the other afternoon an hour after school we were at her locker before walking to my house where we were going to have dinner and then work late. She was squatting, her butt about 6" off the floor as she was trying to find something at the bottom of her locker. After my watching her jeans being strained and the top of her black underwear, she grabbed her butt and said My God! and that she was going to have to poo. She got what she needed, put it in her backpack, slammed the locker door and I put my arm around her to comfort her.

We walked down the hall to the nearest bathrooms. These are large bathrooms but there is no door to enter the room. You just walk around a wall and you are in there. A few days before at an upstairs bathroom I could hear Hildy drop her bookbag, sigh (something she always does before sitting on the toilet), take her seat and then tinkle loudly into the bowl for just under a minute. Then I could hear her pull up her jeans, grab her bag and she hurried out. I stopped her and faked being surprised. No flush! No handwashing! Then she gave me this wink, her tongue expanded her cheek and she said I was guilty of conniption.
That was a new word for me, but she quickly brought it up on her phone. The she shoved me forward into the bathroom. She took me into her toilet and showed me the crap of several people pilled up to just above the water level. She asked me if I wanted to try flushing it. I told her No because I got it. Then she showed me 6 sinks. Like 3 had faucets leaking and towels stacking up. One other had the result of a nosebleed in it, and the others had handles that didn't work without practically breaking them off.

So this time Hildy said she wanted to go up to 4th floor. That bathroom is in better condition, but she wasn't sure she would make it. I assured her on the steps as she started running up faster ahead of me. She turned to the last flight of stairs and yelled back at me I'm Going to F###ing Shit Myself. Only she walked into a teacher walking down who gave her a cursing warning. By the time I caught up, I heard Hildy's bag hit the wall. What followed was a blast worthy of a sewer exploding and I only hoped Hildy's butt was on the toilet. It was. She texted me a couple of minutes later to bring her some toilet paper from the boys room next door. Problem. There were 4 toilets, all with all the toilet paper gone. At the end toilet though there was 2 brown folded hand towels on the floor. I reached down for them. The one had some liquid over one corner, but just reaching down and smelling the stench from the bowl caused me to grab them and run them into Hildy.

Like the guys' there were no privacy doors for any of the toilets. Hildy's black underwear was at her feet and she had a bad bruise on her left knee from gym class basketball. She was not embarrassed because I know she comes from a large family that has an often open-door policy. At her house once I walked down the upstairs hallway and her dad was taking a crap. Most interesting was that he was wearing the same boxer pattern as me. I could have had a conversation with him and he was enjoying insulting my favorite pro team, but I pretended not to care. Hildy used the folds on one towel to create toilet paper and she had me do the other one. She said this experience was probably going to convince her to closer shave some of her butt hairs. As she wiped from her seat, she asked me to grab the aspirin bottle from her handbag which I did and I handed her two pills. She stood, kicked her head back, and downed them before she did the final wipe.

When we got to my house, Hildy ran to the bathroom next to my room to pee. She came out and announced she had done her best pee of the day and that school bathrooms should be condemned. We wrote a debate case
on budget deficits, had pizza with my family and we studied until my parents kicked her out. As I walked her home late at night we got to discussing should school bathrooms be better regulated?


Paige

Question

Have you ever used a doorless stall? If so, where was it? I'm curious because I don't think I've ever seen one in real life before!


Paul S.

Eighth Grade Class Poop!

Hi, I have an Irritable Bowel Disease and over the years I've had times when I just couldn't make it to the bathroom. About 20 times or so give or take. I will be posting my most memorable ones. This is my first story and it is by far my most embarrassing one.

Real Story #1

Eighth Grade Class Poop!

One time while sitting in History Class in 8th Grade I had an accident and Pooped in my pants really bad. It was during first period, that day I had a real big breakfast at home before leaving for school. I felt the need and ask to go to the bathroom and the teacher said yes. I went and I discovered that the Upstairs boy's bathroom was locked, but I had the option to go use the one downstairs. I decided instead that I would just go back to class and wait until the bell rang and go in between classes. When I was sitting in class I started to get the Urge very bad. I then asked the teacher if I could go use the bathroom and he said no - because I just went. I was 14 Years old and thought that I could hold it, also because an accident never ever happened to me in Grade School or anything like that. (The one only time was when I was walking home from 1st grade during Halloween. I was really upset but my parents just said that it was OK and that it was no big deal. So I thought for sure there would be no problem. However, the urge to go just kept on getting stronger. Then, I just remember sitting there in my chair and I got these hot flashes and then it just happened - I totally Pooped a Huge load in my Underwear Briefs and white Corduroy Pants (It made a loud noise) while I was sitting at my desk. At first I was totally shocked that it happened, I looked down at my leg and saw that the Poop had stained through the top of my leg - so I knew that it would be noticeable. Plus it Stunk and I totally knew that I would get caught - there just was no way of hiding that I had an accident. I told the teacher that I just had an accident and he told me to go to the nurse. I stood up and walked out of the room with my legs spread out - the load was so big and it had totally stained the back of my white pants. I remember that I felt like a four year old walking like that with Poop in my Pants in front of everyone! To add to the embarrassment, the bell rang and the hallway emptied with kids. As I waddled to my Locker - the kids were all staring and pointing and stuff like that. It was so unbelievably embarrassing. When I got to my locker a girl that was in my homeroom helped me put my jacket on - she felt bad for me and was very nice. I decided (because I lived only a few blocks away from the middle school) that I would just bypass the nurse and walk home.
As I got outside and walked home (It was beautiful Spring Weather) but, I started to cry! I couldn't even believe what just happened to me and what I had just done. I showed up at the back door and my parents were both home. I just looked at them and said "I Pooped in my Pants". My mom told me to go up to the shower and she showed up with a Big Plastic Garbage bag and offered to help clean me. (she later totally cleaned those white pants and I actually ended up wearing them at times through High School). I took off the next three days and the guidance counselor who was very nice called and talked to me on the phone. She had me come down to the school on that third day (afternoon) and talk to her. I of course told her that I did not want to go back to school ever. She told me that it was all right and that it was an accident sort of thing and accidents sometimes happen. That year I was also getting picked on already - so I asked her if she would go into some of my classes and talk to my classmates not the make fun of me or I just wouldn't go back to School. She did and I don't really remember much teasing or anything for the rest of the year. One girl ask me if I had had an accident (but I think it was because she was generally concerned). The Guidance Counseler also told me that if anyone asked that I should just be totally honest and tell them that it was an accident and I couldn't help it. It was late in the year already. I tried to forget about it fast so I could just get by with my day. The Year ended and the next year I started High School.
I got teased about it for a little while at the start of 9th grade, but for the most part it eventually went away. I joined Soccer, Swimming and Track the next year and started to talk to people again. The incident was only mentioned to me a couple of times for the rest of Highschool. Only, when someone wanted to be a jerk and put me on the spot. I got real embarrassed and eventually just told everyone that I did it. Some people in the class stuck up for me - after 11th grade it was never mentioned again.
If this happened to you either in Middle School or High School Please post your accident. That was the 80's. Pooping accidents most definitely still happen from time to time even to this day. If it ever happens to you or someone you know realize that it was just that - and accident. It can happen to anyone and always remember that your not the only one! hold your head up high and join as many of your School Organizations that you find interesting as possible. You'll more than likely make some new friends and it will help you forget about it this way.
And always try to remember that Pooping accidents can happen to People pretty much at any age.

I'm so glad I could share this story with you all ~ Paul.


Rose
Hey all!

Sorry for the break, I had a busy few weeks. Lots of pooping, mostly fairly solid and consistent. I clogged up my toilet for a while yesterday with a very large, very soft excrement that felt just wonderful coming out.

I've started using a new toilet at work, its flush is very strong but very slow, giving plenty of time to see my deposits get swept up and then swept down. Great fun to watch!

weird guy, I really don't have a preference for elongated or round toilets, both have advantages for me and I just love to see variety in my toilets. I have a small round one at home that makes all my toilet waste look bigger by comparison.

If anyone's willing, I'd love to hear a description of your most recent flush - what it looked like, sounded like, what exactly happened to the waste, as much detail as you're willing!

Thank you all!!
Rose



Sunday, February 03, 2019


Abbie

Latest update

Hi everyone, will get on to my latest news after a couple of comments.
Jas K- great stories recently and I hope your constipation doesn't get any worse, I look forward to your next post.
Becca- I enjoyed your last two posts, I know what its like being constipated and trying to pass massive fat poos. I quite often end up on the loo for 20 minutes or more when my constipations bad, I have to push really hard too and end up grunting a lot!!
I had a poo earlier this evening and it was really hard, I got home from work with a big urge so I went straight up to my bedroom where I undressed to my underwear before going into my ensuite, once in there I pulled my white knickers down to my knees and sat on the loo. I started to push and felt something moving down inside me, after a few minutes of straining I could feel a fat log starting to poke out of my bum. I kept on pushing but I had to strain harder and harder to keep the poo moving, by now I was grunting really loudly and could feel I was going red with the effort. Whenever I'm constipated my poos get really fat and hard and then I need to spend ages pushing and grunting! As I kept on bearing down I felt the log getting wider, I knew I'd have to give an extra hard push to get it through so I took a deep breath and bore down really hard, I did a massive grunt but luckily I felt the fattest part of the log come out and then it started to speed up and dropped with a big splash a shortly after. I could feel the next log starting to poke and I pushed again, usually the second log slides out much more easily but I realised it was another really fat and hard one so I knew I'd have to push hard again. I took a deep breath and bore down, I felt the log poke put but when I stopped pushing it went back up my bum, I get that problem alot when I'm constipated. The only solution is to strain for as long and as hard as I can and take a really quick breath so I can start straining again, that way the poo doesn't get sucked back up my bum too badly. After a few more hard pushes I could feel a big fat log stretching my bum hole and I knew it wouldn't get sucked back up any more, I kept pushing and the log made its way out really slowly and eventually splashed into the bowl. I quickly flushed before my belly contracted and some mushy poo came out. I felt empty then so I wiped my bottom and pulled up my knickers before flushing the loo and washing my hands. Hope you enjoyed this story, will post again soon, bye for now!


Mina

Hisae...

I tell you newest story, actually it is a similar to part 3 story but I can't tell part 3 because I didn't do memo for part 2 so can't remember.

It was last Saturday, after long breakfast with much happy talking, all four of us began to show painful face at same time! But we cleared away breakfast things, and then Maho said, shall we do group motion?

And other three said, Yiiiiii!

We were beige flat. At a week-end, usually breakfast is beige flat. Because when one of us does motions after a breakfast, in beige loo someone can squat next to her right side and wipe her with left hand, I think I said before. 3 of us use left hand. But amazing thing, this idea came from Kazuko, she is only one to use right hand. She is so lovely! she think of us and not of herself.

as usual, Hisae first. Kazuko next her. We think she will be quick, though actually she is little bit slower now compare to before. Mina and Maho are at door to loo, off course door is open! Hisae put off pyjamas and panties and Kazuko put on shelf. When it is group motion, we feel more comfortable with pyjamas and panties on shelf.

Hisae make o-nara noise, o-nara means fart, then her beautiful bottom open, and some plops. Kazuko gasp little. We say Why? and she say, "it was big one!" Few minutes later, more plops. Usually Hisae finish after second set of plops. But this time, she doesn't move. We say nothing but I and Maho stretch hands and hold Hisae's hands.

Five minutes, but nothing.

Then suddenly Hisae's face change, and we hear big burururururu noise in loo. Then about 5 seconds later, another burururururu. We looked at Hisae and she smiled. "I want to do a lots," she said. We are a bit surprise because she is usually quick! Kazuko show much emotion on face. Hisae leaned forward so Kazuko could see everything. We usually do that now.

One more burururururu, then Hisae finished. She was on loo 10 minutes not counting washlet time and drying time. She stand up and did u-turn so Kazuko could use right hand to dry her. Then she put on panties and pyjamas. She flushed and faced us again and Kazuko too, and there were tears on Kazuko's face. Kazuko said to Hisae, "you had comfortable time?" and Hisae said,"it was beautiful time with you Kazu!" So Kazuko started to cry more loudly....and with crying, she bared bottom and sat on loo, Maho squatted next to her.

Hisae's motion was big but Kazuko's was giant! Maho could see, and she gasped, just like Kazuko did before. Soon tears on Maho's face. We ask her, "Why?" She said, "so beautiful!!" Kazuko began to cry more, but at same time, her beautiful bottom produce and produce and produce. She said, "I really wanted to do! It is so relief!" and did more. I and Hisae are holding her hands. Maho flushed, but Kazuko did more every time. But finally finish! Hisae and I said unison, "Really??" Kazuko laughed with crying.

I began fidget, my bottom was becoming to impatient. I think something very big inside it. So I bared my bottom and sat down. Pyjamas and panties on shelf like Hisae and Kazuko. I began to do. It was huge! Felt heavy very much, and many plop noises, six or seven. But very soon afterwards, another one same size. Very lovely feeling! And sweet Hisae massaged me while I doing and doing. Me, I can't stop. My bottom still heavy and feel pressure. I said to Hisae, "If you tired, it's OK you take a rest! I can't move! I have to stay!" Hisae said nothing but her fingers still work and work, and my bottom work and work. I said to Maho, "sorry." Maho said, "not sorry. You must do sukkiri, Please do dondon." sukkiri means good feeling of empty bottom, and dondon means more and more. So I did dondon like Maho said. Now everyone crying but it is silence, only tears run down face of everyone.
Finally I empty, it was about 20 minutes. Hisae dried me well.

Maho's turn, she also began fidget. I was next to her. She moved forward (we all move forward to do motions) and my tears increase. She is so beautiful!! I love to see movement of motion come from her beautiful bottom. I said to her. She said, "Minappe you are same! I love to see!! Beautiful beautiful beautiful!!" Then Hisae and Kazuko say same things! I said to them, "if you want me to stop cry, don't say such a thing!!" but looking hard at Maho's bottom because second beautiful turd is coming out.

Typical Maho style, one turd at a time, slowly, never hurry. I don't want her to hurry. I enjoy to look!! I saw seven large turds come out from her bottom slowly, slowly. They are so beautiful shape! So Kazuko and Hisae want to look!! Maho said OK of course!! I fight with my desire to wipe her beautiful bottom while it is still some pieces of motion on it. We do sometimes, but it is waste of the paper, so we don't do so much. Recently Maho did to me, she said she can't resist her temptation. I don't mind! It was good feeling.

But after Maho washed her beautiful bottom with washlet, I dried and enjoyed. We are still crying, but quietly.

Then all finish. I flush for Maho, then we go out of loo. We say nothing for about 10 minutes, just look at each other all four. We can't say anything. We think only love, love, love, love.

After 10 minutes Hisae suddenly move, she went to kettle and filled with water. It is our custom to drink tea together after group motion! While water heating, we did hugs very strongly.

Who is most passionate? I don't know.... I think we are all same!!!

This story a bit long, I hope you are not bored to a death. I'm sorry, I don't want to shorten. We hope you like story. I think Brandon T will like. Thank you Brandon for nice words always!

Love from Mina + 3


weird guy
to Mina and Victoria. thanks for your response to my posts. I really enjoy a satisfying dump especially on a day off from work so I have time to fully enjoy it without rushing.


Mina[ppe]

shape of loo

I and my friends all like elongated loo! In our flats, both loos are elongated. In my office too, and 3 others say same thing. (Kazuko and Maho work in same office.) Sometimes I see round loo which come out from wall, not from floor, I don't like so much.


Centalia

Cell phone crapping

On my 11th birthday in 1996 my grandmother gave me a flip phone. It was my first cell phone and it became my go-to companion when I was away from home, alone and had to crap. Peeing was and even now is not a problem for me. I got into a toilet often in a long line of stalls, pull my clothing down, seat myself and my urination is immediate. Most times it is for 30 to 45 seconds. Then I'm up and out and after washing my hands, I'm back to my task.

Now I don't exactly know why, but crapping away from home has always been more of a problem for me. Having to sit on an uncomfortable stool, with a larger seat and metal panels around me, took me some time to get accustomed to. This was especially true at places such as school, the park or at the mall. I'm more selective then and prefer a white seat. Then I roll off toilet paper and place it over the seat before I sit down. I might have to wait 10 to 15 minutes until my crap is fully ready to come out.

That's when I would take out my cell phone in order to occupy myself during the boredom. Many of my craps were in 2nd hour study hall because I didn't get hassled for leaving class. My friends were in class and there was no texting back then, but I would often call toll-free numbers to hear everything from a weather report to my favorite radio station to hear a listing of the top songs of the week. Grandma had just retired and was home most of the time so early every 2nd hour I would call her. The first time she was scared that I was sick because she knew school was in session. Almost every time talking to grandma while I sat took my mind off sitting in a gross and smelly bathroom. That caused me to take my mind off crapping and just let nature take its course. It worked so well and often I didn't even feel my crap coming out. Grandma would hear me pulling off the toilet paper and wiping from my seat. Then I would go back to study hall. I would be weighing a little less and in a much better mood.


Sophie

Full bladder is never fun.......

Yesterday I was in traffic and had to pee quite badly due to the several cups of coffee running through me. By the time I got home, there was already a small leakage and a small wet patch in my pants. I quickly parked my car and ran to my place while digging for my key. As soon as I opened the door, I immediately bolted and ran for the bathroom while I continued to leak a few more times for the past minute. As soon as I did, I tried to undo my pants but I started leaking again and at this point, I just didn't care anymore, I jumped into then shower and pressed my back on the wall and let nature take over. Within seconds, my entire pants and the shower were soaked with urine but I felt too relief to care.

Unfortunately, I kind of ruined a pair of sneakers in the process. :(


New guy

Another poop with my girlfriend

Hey its 'new guy' again. Sorry i havent posted in awhile ive been really busy and there hasnt been much to report. Anyways, this happened monday after work. I was sitting on the toilet going poop and it was pretty hard and slow going. I heard my girlfriend come in the front door as she was home from work. I heard her race upstairs and she came right into the bathroom and asked if i was nearly done because she had to pee and poop. I told her id be awhile yet but she can go if she wants to. She quickly said yes i really need to go, and we switched spots. She peed up a storm and then began to concentrate on the bigger job. Her face would go red and she would sigh and grunt softly after pushing. This went on for a few minutes as we made small talk when a big splash happened. She pushed a little more and said she was done. She stood up and we looked at her poop. It was about 15 inches long and solid from end to end. She only needed to wipe once and she was clean. I sat back down and began to push and concentrate. After another 5 minutes of effort my turd was finally out. I stood up and my girlfriend peered into the toilet. My poop was resting on top of hers and was slighly smaller probably 12 inches but it was thicker. Wow thats big, Nice job babe! Said my girlfriend. No wonder that took you awhile! I let her flush and we both washed our hands and headed downstairs to make dinner. Ill try to update when i can and stay in touch! Happy pooping


Victoria B.

Weird Guy's other question

This doesn't really answer your question but I see pooping and wiping as different steps in the same process that I deeply enjoy. I love it all from the relief of finding a toilet to the contented feeling that accompanies the unbuckling of my belt and lowering of pants and underwear to the act of going itself to cleanup. There is nothing like the secret joy of a good number two and it makes me so happy to share this place with others who feel the same way!

Love and happy poops to all,
Victoria


Friday, February 01, 2019


Becca

Reply To Jas K and Another Poo

Firstly Jas K- I haven't let my bf help me, I've always been nervous what he might think-but, I might let him! Has anybody ever helped you? I do have quite a struggle, I find myself constipated quite easily, maybe because I'm quite big. O, 12 inches, sounds painful - I'm sorry to hear that it split your bum.

I've just returned from a having a poo. True to form, it was a big one as I have been constipated since Friday and I was on the toilet for about 25 minutes. I felt uncomfortable most of last night and so decided that this morning I was going to go properly.

I got out of bed my pj's barely covering my bum and bloated belly. I decided to take them off so as to be naked sitting on the toilet, hoping it might help. I was on my own so left the bathroom door open.


I let out a stream of pee before beginning to focus on my turd. I could feel this mass inside me and I strained nnnnnnn nnnnnnn uggggghhhhhhh to hopefully get the turd moving. I could feel this lump inside me, and dying to come out. I began to massage my bloated belly and knowing I was on my own bore down hard nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn my eyes closed as I worked o so hard on the turd.

I stopped, paused and massaging my belly once more grunted harder ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my face must have looked contorted as I felt the turd move and slowly stretch my puckering bum hole. nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn pant pant nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn continuing to massage my belly as the thick head of the turd finally poked out from my hole. I knew it was a thick one and I grimaced as it hurt a little poking out. It eventually thudded into the toilet with a plooooop and I sat back panting.

I pushed nn and a wave of softer poop emitted from my hole, nnn plop, ahhhhhhh. I was in so much relief but needed to wait a while until I could wipe.


Bye for now,
Becca


Mark

re: Public Toilets

As i have stated before, i'm a guy and i hate using public toilets. Maybe part of it is shyness like you say, but i just don't like to be around others when i'm on the toilet. For guys if you go into a cubicle, everyone knows exactly what you're doing in there. Then, there are the ones like yourself who have no shame, who sit there for ages, sometimes on the phone. Or even the ones who try to talk to you. I just find it terribly embarrassing. That's even without going into the amount of times i've had the door pushed open on me.

As for the toilet paper on the seat, i'll stop doing it when i stop seeing stains on the back of the seat. I'm not sitting in someone else's mess.. ugh. I feel like so many guys don't mind just going anywhere, but i've always dreaded it.


Constiguy

Pooing ( & peeing ) Joy. Lesson 3

If you think about it the rectal and anal area is adjacent to the reproductive area of the anatomy. I gues there is a reason for this. If those that designed the human body had have though pooing was filthy and shameful then the anus would be located quite a distance from the reproductive area . I have had a personal trainer at the gym who told me she never had a problem with her bowels but usually felt much better after a big poo. What are your thoughts? Similarly when you are busting for a wee how good does it feel when you do wee? We enjoy eating and drinking.... why not pooing and peeing ?


Mina

Answer to weird guy

I love to poop much more than to wipe my bottom. But I love to wipe Maho's bottom or Kazuko's bottom or Hisae's bottom. It doesn't matter their bottom is dirty or clean. Because it is always beautiful.

Love from Mina


Deb

Period From Hell

My name is Deb. I'm from London, Ontario. I have posted a few times before.

My periods are terrible. This month wasn't any different. The day before it started, I had diarrhea on the bus on my way to work. I was standing when it happened and could not keep my butt cheeks closed. It started with a cramp and a wet fart that splattered into my white bikini panties. I could feel it soaking into my panties. I had another cramp and then a huge rush of diarrhea poured into my panties. It was terrible. Luckily I had a change of panties and pants in my bag, so I got myself cleaned up pretty well before I started work.

The next day my period started when I was st work and it was very heavy. I wasn't prepared wth a pad, so I bled through my panties and pants. I checked my bag for some spare panties and pants, but I forgot to put some extras in my bag because of my pooping accident from the day before. A chill ran down my back. Fortunately I had some pads with me. I put one on and had to wear my sweater around my waist for the day. I had a bunch of pads with me which was good since my period was so heavy.

I went to the gym that night after work and had another leak through my pad and workout pants. It was so embarrassing.

Are there any other women here with period accident stories?

Thank you,
Deb


Mina

survey of restaurant pooper

I had a plan to write part 3 of "passionate" story, but part 2 is not on the page, so I decide to wait and tell part 3 if I see part 2. But I have newer story, so if part 2 never appear, I tell that story instead.

Today not much of energy, so instead of story, I do survey, Hisae helps me. We like survey!

1. Personal description of Hisae: Short, little bit ????, rounded body, short brown hair bob style, poker face. And PERFECT bottom.

2. Age: 28.

3. Gender: female.

4. Is she OK pooping in public? She doesn't really care. If she needs to go to loo, she will go any place.

5. Did she recently poo in fast food place or sit down place? I don't know mean of "sit down place" but yes, she did motions recently in a fast food.

6. How many stalls? 2. This was rather large fast food place. Hisae went one stall, I went other one, I finished wee soon so Maho went, then Kazuko went. All of us heard plop sounds from next door stall, so Hisae's beautiful bottom was very busy.

7. Use seat cover or hover: Main reason of this post is this question. In Japan, often there is dispenser of medicine to clean loo seat. It is on the wall of toilet room. So we take toilet paper, put under dispenser container, press button and medicine come out on paper, then we clean toilet seat with this medicine, then sit down and do.

8. Use toilet before or after meal? After. Hisae often does motions after a meal.

9. Anyone else in loo? Yes. See above. After Kazuko comes out, no one went in, so when Hisae finishes, she was alone. Kazuko waited little while for Hisae, but then she heard huge bururururururu noise from Hisae's cubicle so she said, shall I wait? And Hisae said, OK to go back to others, if someone else come in they want to use loo. And I want to do some more, she said.

10. How long did it take? About 7 minutes. Normally Hisae was more quicker, but recently she began to take longer time. This motion was very big one, she said. She was needed to open her bottom many times before feel empty.

11. How many wipes? 2. This loo, like many loos in Japan, had washlet. So 2 wipes was enough to dry.

12. Any more details? Like I write above, Hisae stays on loo longer time now. Sometimes 10 minutes. She is beginning to think that loo is somewhere to stay long time, and she loves when her friends stay very long time! But she said, if there is only one stall, she try to finish quickly and go again later.

I and Kazuko and Maho don't have experience recently to do motions in restaurant. We do at home every day or almost and we don't need go until next day. Sometimes I or Kazuko go in office loo when we are a diarrhoea. Hisae said, she is happy to tell you her story. She hopes you enjoy.

Love from Mina and Hisae And Kazu and Maho


Simmee

3 sits for a shit

Recently I had an overnight babysitting job with Merika. It was on a school night so I had to get her up early, take her to her school and then get to mine. So when I walked her into her school I had to wee. I got permission from the security guy to use the toilet there. He walked me to the nearest bathroom. I thanked him and walked into a toilet, closed the door, and took my seat (very uncomfortably because the toilet was so low for like a 1st or 2nd grader). As I sat with my knees much higher than normal looking at the inside of a blue painted door (and wondering why us older students can't have a privacy door in the toilet cubicles at our school) I grew rapidly upset with my inability to get my wee started. I looked at the time. I didn't have a second to waste and had to get to my school for a tardy check which would be the least of my worries.

After I got to 1st hour late I sat in pain for about 10 minutes until our teacher asked for a volunteer to go downstairs to the bookroom to get a workbook for our new student. Luckily the secretary had the book for me right away. So on my way back to the room, I ducked into the closest bathroom for my wee. Second try. I was seated on a normal-size toilet this time. No privacy door, but I've gotten use to it and I deliberately wear a loose-fitting dress certain days of the month and when I'm constipated and have taken a laxative. That way I'm not showing off as much when the bathrooms are crowded. But again I couldn't get my wee stream started. I have a good relationship with my teacher and because I didn't want to jeopardize it, I got off the toilet hurried back to class with the workbook.

Again, I took my seat with a pain between my legs. It was getting worse the last 5 minutes of the hour. In my desperate thoughts I made out my plan to be the first out of the room at the dismissal bell and the two turns and hall I need to take to get myself back on the toilet. At the bell I was first out, practically ran down the hall before it got too congested, dumped my bag and seated myself on the middle toilet out of a line of about 13 or 14. I used a couple of tricks that I had learned online. They worked and I cried a little as the pain eased. Problem was I looked up to see the angry faces of several others who I knew had about 3 minutes to seat themselves and do their thing. What hurt most, however, was this varsity cheerleader who started to hurl some 4 and 5 letter words at me.

I was angry at them because I really wasn't monopolizing the toilet. Because I was mad I got up fast and just wanted to push my way through the crowd. I didn't want to flush or wash my hands. I just wanted out of there. I stood up fast. Pushed my crumpled dress down and as I was grabbing for my book bag, I could feel my bowels come alive. The two laxative pills I had taken before bed were ready to give me my 3-day cleanout. I looked at those watching me, mumbled I was sorry, and I pulled my underwear down and retook my seat. A couple just swore again and luckily hurried to other toilets that became available. It was noisy when 5 or 6 toilets would all be flushed at once and the attention would turn upon those. There was no one directly watching me as I easily dropped a series of perhaps my best softees fast into the bowl. That was followed by what my mom use to call a good amount of "soup" that irritated my arse. It smelled bad as it finally trickled to a stop.

This had been one of the messiest shits I can remember. It seemed like I was holding my dress up for a long time, as I wiped with my other hand. I probably didn't make sense, but I didn't care. I didn't flush.
Nor did I wash my hands. I accepted that my tardy was getting me a 4 hour Saturday morning detention. I didn't even hurry to class. I just walked at my normal pace. But I felt good.


Victoria B.

Round vs. elongated

Weird Guy asked about preferences in terms of round or elongated toilet bowls and I must say that I agree with him and prefer an elongated pot for my posterior any day. I'm on the tall side for a woman and I feel more comfy sitting further back on the seat than some for either a pee or a number two. If it turns out that my behind needs to be wiped after I've finished going I just slide forward on the seat. I've done my bathroom business like that for years and I'm so happy to live in an apartment with an elongated toilet again! Longer bowls for all!

Love,
Victoria


The Dean

Walked in on During an IBS Explosion by a punk rock looking

This happen last week and was pretty embarrassing. As some know I have IBS and it usually acts up once a week but it can also be triggered by Chinese or Mexican food or something similar. My IBS attacks usually result in a ton of loud gas with endless booming farts and at least a 15 minute trip to the bathroom with several waves of soft serve poo.

Anyway last week I was at this small old bar that had been turned into a night club. It fit maybe a hundred people. I had Chinese food the day before but I was feeling okay so I decided to go out. Big mistake! In the middle of the evening my stomach started gurgling and I could feel the gas building up and knew I had to get to a toilet soon.

In this place there is only one unisex bathroom and it only has three toilets in a line with no stall doors or anything. It is kind of a grungey rock club and it is old. There is a lock on the main door though. Fortunately it wasnt that crowded and there was no line. I got in the bathroom and the door locked and immediately started passing big trumpet sounds of gassy farts. I got to the third toilet closest to the wall and pulled down my jeans and blue boxer briefs down to my ankles and sat down.

Right as I was about to unleash this Chinese food gas and poo explosion I heard the the door start to jiggle and I squeezed my buns closed to listen. There was a hard knock on the door and I yelled out just a minute while holding my stomach.

All of a sudden I saw the lock turn and unlock and this punk rock looking girl walked in holding her lower stomach. She had black and blue shoulder length hair, a silver tank top, and tight black jeans and was skinny and attractive.

She locked the door behind her and saw me on the toilet with my jeans and underwear down to my a ankles, laughed a little and said, "Sorry dude I had to pick the lock cause I have one huge one to pinch off and I can't wait." She waved a hand in front of her face and covered her nose while she walked to the toilet before I could even respond. She pulled her jeans and red panties down to her thighs and sat leaving a toilet between us. She busted a huge three second fart and started straining and I heard a huge splash.

At this point I was dumbfounded and kind of shocked and still clenching my butt with tons of gas building up. She looked over at me and said,"What's wrong you constipated or somethen?" right as as she dropped another huge turd and farted again.

I sheepishly said, "I have IBS and it's going to be bad." She laughed and said, "Well don't mind me dude. I walked in on you. Let it rip." I hesitated but I was feeling pain so I relaxed and let loose. A huge six second fart boomed out of me followed by a wave of soft serve poo which was then followed by another huge thunderous fart. The girl laughed and waved her hand in front of her face. She said,"Wow you really do have the shits! I haven't heard anyone fart that loud since I use to hold down my kid brother and fart on his head!" And then she ripped her own big but not nearly as loud fart.

I found her comment interesting because it reminded me of a childhood bully named Troy I had in middle school. He use to wedgie me by pulling my tighty whities hard up my butt while I was peeing at the urinal at school. He would usually tug on my undies until I said uncle several times but once in a while he would just keep yanking until my undies ripped clean off. One time I intentionally wore an old worn out pair that ripped clean off from just a few tugs from the back which made him mad so he forced me down to the ground and farted while sitting on my face right before he went in a stall and took a huge dump.

Anyway I was still unloading and farting up a storm as she was finishing. She wiped and pulled up her pants and started to wash her hands. She was about to leave and looked back at me still blowing up the toilet and said, "Thanks for being a sport. I just really had to pooh. Good luck with your IBS." And with that she left relocking the door from the outside for me I guess in the same way she picked it.

It was really embarrassing when she first walked in but once she left it wasn't so bad because she was at least nice about the whole situation. I have never unloaded in a toilet like that in front of a woman other than my girlfriend Sofia.(you can find the story I told about the first time I had to use a toilet in front of Sofia on page 2622)


Paul

Hi Kara

Kara,
I got some questions about your Pooping Accident while working at the Amusement Park stand. Was it a really big Load? What type of shorts did you wear that day? Did any of your customers say anything? Did the Poop start to seep through the fabric of your shorts? Did you walk differently to your car? I've had many Pooping accidents. It's totally fine and you should never feel embarrassed or ashamed of having an accident in your pants. It happens to a lot of people. My past ones were usually pretty noticeable too!


Johnny boy

Few questions

Hi im new here I been reading this forum for a few years and now was time to encourage myself and post something. First of all I want to ask you few questions and them i will answer them

1 Gender and Age?
2 How many times do you poop per day? And when?
3 Do you fart while pooping?
4 How are your poos?
My answer

1 I am an 18 years old Spanish boy
2 I poop twice normally rarely 1. The first one right after breakfast and the other one right after lunch.
3 Yes i allways start my poos with a long loud fart that last normally about 5-6 seconds (i don't why i allways start the same, but i like it, specially in punluc bathrooms where others can listen me)
4 My poos normally starts with this long fart then I push a big log (from 15 to 20 cm) then few other logs (much smaller than the fist one) and then i realese some farts but smalls ones


Monday, January 28, 2019


Constiguy

Public Toilet Pooping Lesson No 2

As stated I use public toilets quite a bit...at work...in clubs and facilities and in parks etc. I have a rule that when the urge hits...I sit....that almost rhymes!
Sometimes public toilets can be so bad they are to be avoided. Most are OK provided they are cleaned regularly. For public toilet users remember that someone else has to use them so be clean...that someone else could be you!
I once hated public toilets now I really prefer them if I have a stubborn shit.
For those that do not like doing the deed in them get into practice...pick a toilet that is cleanish and not too crowded....try and have a good urge before you use the toilet...drink prune juice etc.
After you have had a poo then think about it...how bad was that?
For those shy people get working on it now.
You will be well rewarded.
One thing I do not like is those who have to line the seat with toilet paper...it becomes very messy and wasteful....they are using the toilet paper that should be for the next person.
If some of the readers over the next several days could give public toilets a try and report back...it would be good.


Jasmin K

Recent poo's and replys

Firstly a quick reply to Becca. Sounds like you have quite a struggle to poo, have you ever let your BF help you ? Ok so my biggest turds are usually when I manage to poo after being constipated for some time. Thing is the sizes I put in my posts are of the longest bits and don't take account of the lumps and pebbles that break away first and I usually do 3 or 4 turds of different lengths. I think the longest single piece was around 12 inches and girth wise I've done one that was 2 - 3 inches I remember it as it was rock hard and split my bum really badly.

For the last few days my poo's have consisted of only lumps and pebbles, these are hard and dry and just plip plip plop out Imto the water as I strain. No logs and no softer bits at the end. There is no feeling of needing to poo just I go and sit before leaving for work and strain hard and little lumps just drop. Takes about 10 minutes of hard straining before they start dropping and I keep straining untill I can't get anymore out which in total is about 1/2 an hour. I wipe and there is no poo on the paper just a smear of jelly mucousy stuff that's yellowy brown in colour.
That's It for today
Jas K


Adrian

Reply to John

Hi John

I was sorry to read about your experience and having to use the ladies because the gents wasn't fully equipped. If anything I had the opposite experience today. I found myself on the railway station of a town in the north of England with a population of some 90,000 when I needed to pee. Believe it or not, the gents toilet on that station has two cubicles but just one urinal which I find beggars belief. I don't like using cubicles unless it's a #2 emergency and today I had to wait to use the one, solitary, single person urinal. It was just unbelievable.


weird guy

toilet preference

I don't hear much talk on here about round vs elongated toilets. I have an elongated toilet at my house. I prefer it over a standard round bowl. obviously, if I'm in a desperate situation, I will use whatever is available . I personally like the extra room the elongated seat offers


Post Title (optional)buddy dump

Me and my friend were walking up a mountain the night before we both had so much Chinese food as we were walking our stomach started the rumble and cramp i stopped and told my friend lets call her (carol) to keep identity anonymous, i stopped and said carol I've just followed threw she turned around with the exact same expression i had and said me to we both usually shit together in public bathroom and stuff cause were dump buddy's so anyway we went up a tree with two branches facing each other and took turns watching each others shit

This is one of my embarrassing experiences i was in class and i kept asking the teacher if i could go the toilet it got to the point wee i said i really need to go i ate something that didn't agree the teacher still said no anyway i ended up shitting myself there was a big bulging lump and poo was still coming out it was squeezing out the sides i went and told the teacher she still didn't believe me and so she felt my bumm and looked down the back of my pants she and up taking me out the class and cleaning me up


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Becca great story it sounds like you pretty good poop after not pooping for 3 days.

To: Mina as always another great story about you and your friends it sounds like you guys had some good poops.

About an hour and a half ago while I was at the book store a woman rushed into the bathroom and began to have diarrhea I heard some wet farts and soft poop blast into the pull along with some moans from as she pooped it was a good catch.

Sincerely Brandon T


Ps. I love this site


End Stall Em

Speed bump, curbs and peeing

The other day our city had its first heavy snow of the season. Spencer my boyfriend, and I were woken up at 2 a.m. by a large number of calls from clients who wanted their parking lots plowed immediately. Since Spencer installed a large blade on the front of his truck and advertised his services, he had to go. I decided to get out of bed too and go with him because I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. He had set a goal of clearing $1,000 in a day which is money we can put to use so as he and I were quickly dressing, he started to warn me about how rough the ride was going to be. He was done first and I decided not to pee because I didn't see it as that important.

My bladder would soon disagree. He would drive into lots at like 20 MPH giving me a big bounce on the curb and the constant forward and backward jerking movement was unlike I expected. Often there was so much bounce that it seemed like I was 8 again trying to ride my bike on the railroad tracks. After about 45 minutes of the pulling and jerking and us hitting I don't know what because he would miss the driveway entrances to lots, I started to fill the first trickles in my underwear. After a few more minutes I was in pain and told him I was bursting for a pee. At first he thought I was joking, but after I hit him in the ribs a couple of times and swore at him, he told me one of his customers was a 24/7 convenient store. I got out as soon as he let me and tripping and slipping to get my footing didn't help, but I got inside, and after slipping some more on the polished floor, within a minute, I was on a nice warm toilet pissing like there was no tomorrow.

The sit was comfortable but I knew he was waiting and probably getting mad. When I got done, I did stand and pull off my white underwear. As I suspected, there was a spot about the size of the width of a drinking glass. I decided to put the evidence in my back jeans pocket and show it to Spencer ASAP. When I did, he first thought it was hilarious and then he mumbled something about a finger in a dike, but then caught himself and leaned over and kissed me. What I hadn't thought through in my anger was that the next spill would go right through my jeans. Knowing that I limited myself to a couple of swigs of his coffee from the thermos we were sharing. About an hour later, after more abrupt stop and go and speed bump hitting driving, my bowels were now in motion. I was in pain until we reached another gas station client. I raced in and did my crap that I couldn't have held any longer until my normal 8 to 9 a.m. time. While the last of the log was exiting I reminded myself that I had to be extra good at the wipe because otherwise I would be soiling my designer jeans. The thought was good, but when he dropped me off at my mall job hours later, I went in to pee again. It might have been a couple of heavy-duty farts but there was a smear about 3 inches long and 1/2 inch wide in my jeans.


Paige
Katie Kool:
Sorry to hear about you being grounded! Question: you didn't have to push or anything? The poo just came out?

Also, just giving you some advice. When I was younger, I had very frequent UTIs, and if your vagina is hurting and it burns when you pee, you might want to get it checked out. UTIs are easy to diagnose and treat. You just go to the doctors, pee in a cup, they test it and if it comes back positive you get antibiotics. They don't have to look at your privates usually. They looked at my privates when I was having them a lot but usually not for just isolated ones.



Anyway, here's a story from my childhood I thought you'd all like to hear!

Me, my mom and my aunt used to go swimming a lot at her swim club. It was one of my hobbies! I LOVED going to the swim club to go swimming, and did that a lot during the summer growing up!

So one day we were swimming and I really needed to use the bathroom. I needed to pee AND poop. Lucky for me (sarcasm), the bathroom was crowded. It was especially bad since we were all wet and cold waiting to go to the bathroom!

I was jumping around, holding my privates, and kept telling my mom I couldn't hold it. She told me to just hold it for a few more minutes but I couldn't.

There was a drain right next to the stalls, so my mom took me over to that. There, she helped me out of my bathing suit and I stood there stark naked in front of everybody (I was wearing a one piece so I had to be completely naked), peeing. The pee was going down my legs so my mom told me to widen my legs a little, which I did.

I was relieved after about a minute of peeing, but still had much more to do. I told my mom I REALLY needed to poop, and she told me to wait to get onto a toilet to poop. But still no stalls were open, and I had about 5 minutes tops. My poop was coming, and it wasn't willing to wait!

I started to feel it turtleheading, and I told my mom that it's coming. She looked behind me and confirmed that my bottom hole was definitely opening up for the poop to come out, so she ran to the sinks to get some paper towels and ran back and held the paper towels right under my butt to catch the poop when it came.

It all slipped out pretty smoothly, and only one of them required some pushing and effort. My mom wrapped the paper towels with more paper towels and would dump them into the toilet as soon as it was free.

I didn't know what to wipe with though. But my mom held the paper towels full of my poop with one hand and pulled some tissues out of her purse. She asked me to stand with my feet apart again and she wiped my privates and my butt. Then I put my bathing suit back on.

I always was modest even as a child, so even back then the experience was humiliating but it's funny to look back on now. Technically, that day my mom's hands were my toilet. It's a funny thing to think about now!



Saturday, January 26, 2019


Becca

Relief

Hi everyone!

To Abbie : Love the stories - keep them coming!

To Jasmin K: Love the stories - what's the biggest turd you've ever done?

I'm quite a big girl, 19.5 stone with curves and a big round bum. I had been constipated recently, and hadn't been for a poo in 3 days. Last night I was determined to get some relief. I left my boyfriend watching TV and went upstairs.

I took a book into the bathroom, lowered my red knickers and sat down. I peed a little and sat back on the toilet and read my book. Four or five minutes, nothing had happened. I was beginning to feel a little frustrated as I just wanted some relief so began to push slowly nnnnn nnnn nnnn. I sat back and continued to read.

At this point I heard the stairs creak and move a closer towards to the bathroom door. I knew then my boyfriend was listening to me!

I could feel the turd trying to come so after I while I increased my efforts nnnnnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn bearing down slightly harder each time, but still this hard mass didn't move. I was trying to stay quiet as I knew he was outside and I felt a little embarrassed. I out my book down and placed my feet around the toilet and began to strain quietly again nnnnnnnn nnnn nnnn and slowly I felt the turd begin to move. I adjusted myself and kept pushing nnnnnnnnnn nnnnnnnnnnnn as this hard mass began to poke out of my hole.

Or so I thought-it then suddenly just stopped.

By now I just didn't care about my boyfriend and I just had to get this turd out of me. I began to strain harder and louder nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh pushing until I was red in the face as this faecal mass began to stretch my bum cheeks apart. Come On Come On I panted, and grunted harder again as finally the turd fell into the toilet with a splash.

Aggh!!!!! I muffled as I regained my composure. I had completely forgotten about my boyfriend being outside.

All of a sudden I cramped up a little as I farted and a mass of lighter, softer poo fell from my bum. I couldn't help but sigh aghh at my relief!

I wiped up and flushed, and as I did I heard steps move away from the bathroom.

I went back downstairs and asked about the TV programme, which my boyfriend did not answer very convincingly, little did I know about his escapade listening to my little one!!

Becca



Pratik

Reply to weird guy

I enjoy the feeling of going for one and that awesome feeling as the poo is escaping from my butt, also the smell is kind of a big thing that gets me excited, i love wiping muddy poos its like it will never end lol.

Happy Pooping

Pratik


weird guy
what does everyone enjoy more, pooping or wiping your but? for me, I look forward to a nice dump


Grace P
So today my mom amd I wrre hugging, and during the hug we both farted at the same time. Our farts were the same sound, same length, same everything. We instantly started laughing, and my mom laughed so hard that she peed!


Tuesday, January 22, 2019


John

Guys sometimes have to sit down too!

I just got back from a trip down to London, and had a bit of a weird experience. I'd grabbed fast food for dinner along the way, and not really had much to wash it down with. Even after an hour or so, I could still taste it in my mouth, and I wasn't feeling particularly full, so I stopped into a dessert parlour. I had the most delicious sundae, which perfectly solved the mouth issue. As I was finishing, however, I felt a new issue. I'm not usually lactose intolerant, but the large amount of cold, creamy goodness didn't seem to be quite so good with my stomach, especially combined with the earlier junk food. My stomach cramped up and told me I had to go. I got up and headed for the corridor at the back. I found the loos, and went inside, to be astonished with 3 urinals and no sit down toilet! What was I supposed to do? I backed out of the room and surveyed my other options. There was a disabled cubicle, but it was showing locked. I hadn't seen anyone else go back here, so I guessed it was out of order. I didn't know where my next viable toilet stop would be, so my only remaining option was the girls room. There wasn't a staff member to be seen, so I quickly ducked inside. 2 cubicles, one locked. I took the available one. It was pretty disgusting, with sanitary waste on the floor and piss all over the seat (can't you girls just sit down instead of hovering?), but I really needed to go, so I wiped it off and sat down. A bunch of fluffy, barely formed shitballs rushed out. I could hear someone next door fumbling with the paper - I hoped she hadn't heard. I finished up as she was still washing her hands, but I stayed in the cubicle to try to come out when noone was watching. However, that wasn't happening. The door opened again and a bunch of ladies came in chatting. I heard a comment about the other cubicle being blocked, so they were clearly waiting for me. Panicking, I decided I'd have to push past. I put up my coat hood, so that maybe they wouldn't realise I was a man straight away, flushed, and opened the door. I pushed past, not stopping to wash my hands, grabbed my stuff and made a quick exit before I got any abuse. I found the next place I could to wash my hands and calm down a bit.

I was considering writing them a complaint on TripAdvisor, but it's a rather embarrassing experience I'd really rather not have on my account, so I found this site instead.


Constiguy

Pooping Lessons

I expect I am older than many followers of this site and have had more shits...had more wees...sat on more public toilets etc....more constipation but minimal diarrhea, some bladder and bowel incontinence and all this amounts to experience.
I think the first lesson in good bowel and bladder management is to enjoy it!!! If you do not like having a poo then you are behind (forgive the pun) from the beginning.
Also how relaxing it is to empty a very full bladder!!!
For those that have difficulty with such a concept try having a poo when nobody is around and you have ample time.
Do you not feel better??
My favorite BMs are when I pass a real lot and have plenty of time to sit on the pot....usually it may take many minutes but the feeling of sweet relief is so wonderful.
Yesterday, I had three better than average movements all in the morning...only one small movement so far today. I have no guaranteed regularity...a couple of days without shit and I make up for it the following day....I am use to and accept this
Hope I can be of some help...
More next time.


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