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

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

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To Kate and others about elevators

That sucks being stuck in an elevator that long for sure. If that ever happens again - or if it happens to others - you might as well avoid messing up your pants and underwear. Just drop your pants and go on the floor. No one can blame you given the circumstances, and it isn't like the floor was going to be clean after anyhow.

I'm curious if anyone else has stories about relieving themselves in elevators. Or stairwells since that's related.


Ashley G
Hi! I used to post here a couple years ago. I'm the mom of Natalie who is now 17. Are there any moms or teenage girls still around?


Macy
To Taylor T-Enjoyed your story about you and Jenna! It sounds like she did a BIG poop! To answer your latest question,yes I've been around when my mom and a couple of my girl cousins pooped. Had a few experiences with them in the bathroom with me! Also I have a 12 year old sister,Abby. Shes a big pooper like me LOL. Her turds are as long as mine!!

Today I went poop around 4pm. I was hanging with my sister watching tv I said I had to go poop and if she wanted to she could keep me company. She sat on the side of the bathtub as I dropped my pants and undies to my ankles. Right away I farted loudly which drew a laugh from Abby. My hole opened up and my turd inched out. It kept coming finally it dropped and splashed my butt. I let a couple quiet farts and my hole opened again and 2 pieces dropped in a row. I was done and wiped and got dressed

Macy


Just Jerika

School bathroom reflections

To Taylor T:

I enjoyed your story about you and your friends needing to use the bathrooms at the mall. I'm in college and 5 years older than you but me and my friend Gopi had a lot of experience and observations when using the bathrooms pretty regularly at places such as school, gas stations, the park, our civic center arena and oh yes, at the coin-operated laundry we stopped at after school because the school bathrooms, while larger, were crowded and gross. Sometimes everything from puke and piss would be on the seat, the toilet would be unable to flush because of things such as soda cans and even a paperback or two would be thrown in.

Like you, we found sitting on the toilet and listening and watching what was happening in adjacent stalls to be very interesting. More than once when we were washing our hands, Gopi and I were debating whether this girl who came running in, bashed open a stall door, and noisily thudded herself onto the seat did so without soiling her panties. Gopi and I were opposites when it came to bathroom procedures. Having moved to the U.S. just a few years before that from India, Gopi was very formal and efficient in the bathroom. She always nested the seat with paper, would sit and fairly easily released her waste. I often could hear no farting and sometimes depending on the shape and how big the toilet was, she would lay additional toilet paper on top of the water. She was a strong pisser and didn't want her pee hitting the water to be heard by others. She was like a bronze statue who sat on the toilet, hands around her knees, feet like in cement in front of the toilet and almost never wanted to talk while seated. One day at school, she was battling diarrhea and in an emergency, ran into the bathroom to find all three stalls not in use to be without toilet paper. She was forced to sit on the bare seat and the first of her diarrhea did go into part of her panties. After school, she and I walked to a coin-operated laundry and she washed her panties. Twice she had to run to the bathroom there for another round of the runs. She was so embarrassed that she had to sit on the bare toilet, without any toilet paper as a buffer, and a butt that was sore and largely mud-caked. She insisted that she be allowed to use my bathroom for a quick bath before we went to my room and started on homework. My parents were gone, but she was petrified of her parents, who were very strict, finding out what had happened.

I remain fascinated by bodily functions and how people handle them in public places. While on a public toilet I've heard some parents quite upset and verbally hostile to their child who had forgotten to go to the bathroom earlier before they left home. One came into the 3rd floor bathroom yelling for her daughter. The girl was on the toilet next to me slowly doing her dump. The mom called her out for not being at the curb when she came and said no normal would rather use a school toilet when they were just five minutes from home. I found that attitude to be bullying and disrespectful and I wasn't surprised when the girl started to cry and blow her nose. For like five minutes, the mom stood in front of my stall and said some really mean things to her daughter. Then she tried to convince the girl that there's a lot of people that go all four years of high school without having to use the school toilets once. I remember listening to a few other insults that parents were laying on their daughters when they needed to use the bathroom.

Most days I peed two or three times at school and sometimes it took me two or three separate sits to get a really mean turd out. At first I was a messy wiper, but I got progressively better. I learned to pee in 15 to 20 seconds, sometimes trying to ignore the need to wipe someone else's pee splashes off the seat, because the five seconds that would take could cause me to be late to class and that would mean a four-hour detention. Several years ago, when desperate, I found it more convenient to pee into a bucket in a little-used janitorial supply room when I saw the door ajar.

Now as a community college student, I continue to be very dependent on bathrooms away from home. I still don't subscribe to that belief that Gopi had that you should not directly sit on a bare public toilet seat. Gopi and I are still friends, although her college is at the opposite coast of the country.

Taylor T., keep up the great stories. Those of us interested in this type of thing deserve the best.


Mina

bury a turd?

I agree with John, it isn't need to bury a pile of turds. Because if someone step in it when can't see, it is big problem! But I also think, it is better to take paper away and drop it dustbin. Then nobody know if turds are from human being or animal.

Sometimes in Japan, people do motion in field, then mix turd with earth to create fertiliser. Well, they did in past. Perhaps today too, in very countryside place.

I have story but now sleepy.... I will write soon.

Love to everyone.

Sleepy Mina


Monika
Does anyone else feel like they have to pee at least once an hour after holding it for awhile? Or do I just have a weak bladder?

I'm a germaphobe, and didn't ALWAYS have this problem, but lately I try to avoid using public restrooms if possible. If I really need to and/or will be out for a long time, I will. I'm usually good at planning around it and not drinking a lot. All this goes out the window if I'm drinking alcohol, however, lol.

Anyway, I don't even like to use the restrooms at work because they're now open to the public (we don't have private restrooms for employees). So if I can, I just hold it until I get home. Thankfully I work part-time lol (my shifts are usually only 5 hours). I always drink coffee on my breaks and usually drink a big bottle of water on my way home. Today I had to pee already when I got to work (happens a lot to me during morning shifts), but held it for the entire 5 hours (and still had my coffee; I NEVER skip my coffee). And, a common side effect of this fairly new habit for me, when I get home I'm peeing like every hour. This has always happened to me. I wasn't even THAT desperate when I got home, although it got kind of bad on the walk home.

So yeah, does this happen to anyone else? I want to try to stop this because I literally pee like every hour or two while at home and it's annoying.


melanie
haven't posted in so long but this morning i decided i should again.
i woke up a few hours ago with a stomach ache which is not uncommon for me considering i go days without pooing so theres always something in there making me bloated and sore. i got out of bed and realised that there was a poo ready to come out and it felt urgent! i honestly thought it might come out in my panties. because of this, i assumed it would be relatively easy to pass but i was wrong. i pulled my pants and panties down and sat on the toilet. it already felt huge, filling me up inside. i took a deep breath and pushed and nothing happened. i leaned back and gave my belly a gentle rub and tried another push. immediately my hole felt like it was being torn apart. the poo was so big and hard. i yelled for my mum. (i've gotten more comfortable with doing that now.) and she ran in and said, "oh melanie, you're constipated again, aren't you?" i nodded and she told me to stand up and bend over so that she could take a look. i did so and she said that it was rock hard and the biggest poo she'd ever seen. she told me to stop pushing because she was afraid i'd tear my bumhole and left for a moment to get the vaseline. she told me to push to open my hole for her and i did. she got a huge glob of vaseline and rubbed it around the poo. she patted my bum and said that i should try squatting. she didn't even put toilet paper on the floor she just helped me down into a squat and sat behind me, rubbing my belly for me. every time i pushed she'd push on my belly hard. eventually after about half an hour there was a huge nearly black poo on the floor, hugely wide and rock hard. mum took a good look and told me how dangerous and bad it was that that was in my belly and asked how many days of poo worth that was. i told her about five. i ripped a huge fart and she giggled and said i guess there's probably gonna be a lot more of those. she told me the usual that i need to stop getting so constipated but i bet you feel better after that. she wiped me and we both washed our hands and i went back to bed.


Dave

Circular Urinal

When I was in the first grade I went to a school that had round urinals that you stood around to do your bussiness. The water would come out of the center column, sort of like a fountain.

I switched states and schools halfway through the year. The first day at the new school I went into the bathroom and peed in a similar urinal.

It turned out to be a circular sink ( kind you push down a foot pad to make the water come out) in the girls bathroom.


I used a bathroom with stalls but now doors ??

So me and my family went camping and on day 5 we were moving to a different campsite I had recently got a water parasite a few weeks ago and it was still affecting me and still is now and we were in the car and I really needed to go like it was very urgent my other sister makes fun of me cause of this water parasite because I have had a few messy accidents on this camping trip so far

Anyway back to the story we were still about 4 hours away from the next campsite and I was very desperat my parents understand that I can't hold it that long so we quickly found somewhere to go and pulled over as soon as I got out the car I just squatted right there because it was coming out right now my sister says "oh god can u not do it right there " I replied with I can't help it " and then " look away ! "
I finished my poop and got back in the car and we carried on the rest of the trip we made a few frequent stops because me again needing a poo anyway we were about 30 mins away from the next campsite and I started feeling abit uneasy AGAIN. I said I needed a poo again and my parents say can u not hold it were almost there I said fine
About 5 mins past the urgency passed and I knew it would be back within 10 mins stronger

About another 15 mins past and we were round the corner I really needed to fart and so I did very cuatiosly but my family didn't like that because this parasite makes my farts smell really bad anyway we got to the camp site I ran to the toilet to find there's no doors on the stalls it practically an open bathroom I think to myself beggers can't be choosers just do it so I sit down and start exploding loose stool and farting someone walks in and starts using the mirror which is in front of all the stalls she spots me and the looks disgusted and walks out about 5 mor mins I'm still popping away and someone else walks in and uses the stall next to me I hear this women drop her pants and then starts pooping she drops a log then I hear some loose stool she wipes gets up and flushes then as she walks past my stall she goes I hope u get better I felt embarrassed but comforted at the same time cause she didn't give me a disgusted look like the other women did before

Anyway that was my open stall experience have u had any


Dom P

Pooped In My Yard Last Night

Hello,
Dom P here. I used to post here a couple of years ago about pooping outdoors in my backyard. I'm here with another story about pooping in my yard last night. Last night I was outside in my backyard hanging out just as the sun was going down. I hadn't pooped yet in the day and after a short walk around my neighborhood block I felt the need to poop. My parents were both home so I had to be careful not to get caught pooping by my parents. There is a fairly private area on the side of our house by the garage, there also happens to a below ground utility box that holds the electronic valves for the yard sprinkler system. I opened up the box with the sprinkler valves in it, pulled down my shorts and underwear and squatted down. I pushed out a whole bunch of soft poop that landed in the box. I then pushed out another small piece of poop. I also dribbled a little pee while I was pooping. I felt done but stayed squatting for a minute or two. I didn't have any toilet paper to wipe with so I pulled up my underwear and shorts and closed the lid on the utility box and walked away.
Question for anyone who wants to answer it: Does anyone else like pooping outdoors just for the fun of it? If so what do you like about pooping outdoors?


Anatomy Student

To blondiemaja

It is recommended to bury poop in a latrine to prevent other people from stepping in it, rain washing it into water and potentially contaminating a small ecosystem, and to prevent animals from eating it and getting hurt from something that isn't harmful to humans that made it into your deuce. One poop left out isn't really going to cause much problem, but if everyone did just one poop they didn't bury, then it would add up to a big issue. The burying thing is really more for parks and forests. As long as it isn't going to wash into a water supply it's fine in your back yard.


Male student

Train toilets flushing onto the track

I am on an educational tour to Europe. Just now I am in Italy. This morning our group went for a train trip. Before entering the train I stood for a while on the platform. Suddenly I heard a sound from under the train. Then I saw a lot of water and waste coming out of a pipe onto the track. The waste was human poop and used toilet paper. After a minute a woman (one of the students from our group!) came out of the toilet adjacent to the entrance. I guess that she not at all had understood that her waste was flushed just out into the open! It was still 20 minutes till the train should leave and I therefore went along the train to see if more toilets was in use. I spotted no more flushing but I saw some poop and a lot of toilet paper on the track. Does anyone know how common it is to use this type of toilets in trains in Europe? Where can they still be found?


josh

Post Title (optional)big load

These past 3 days I havent had a poop I have been constipated and usually I go 3 or 4 times a day with either loose mush or a massive log I always have huge loads anyway so the fact that I was constipated worked me for what would happen when I finally took a poop anyway I woke up this morning and had a coffee ate breakfast went to school thinking oh another day of constipation but I was wrong I was sat in class when I got the urger to go I usually wait till I'm home or until break time depending on urgency but I had been constipated way to long so I quickly asked the teacher if I could go she said yep and I went to the toilet I sat down and pushed let out a few farts and then a log started coming out at first it hurt my butt hole because the end was ABIT dry from constipation I looked between my legs and see a massive log still going it was touching the water and was still coming out it had a width of about 3 or 2.5 inches and was really long it kept coming out at this point it was touching the bottom of the toilet bowl and was still attached all one peice finally it broke off was about 14 inches and 3 inches wide it was going up the front side of the toilet bowl I wiped and then stood up just before I pulled my pants up I felt something started to make its way out I quickly sat back down and the backed up mush made its way out it made that sloppy crackling noise I was sat there for another 15 minutes plus the other 10 minutes for the massive log I was finally wiping and finally finished as I hear my teachers voice shout if I'm ok in here I say yep I'm done now and then flushed but it didn't flush I shouted miss it's not flushing she asked if I was decent and I said ye she came in and seen it tried flushing it and it didn't go down and blocked the toilet we walked back to class and she used the telephone to ring the school janators to sort it out I felt embarrassed but she just said to me it happens to the best of us I just said ano I've been constipated that's all and that's it but it was obvious to the class I went for a poop and Taht I was the one who blocked the toilet but oh well at least I got rid of my constipation I just luagh with people about it now instead of feeling embarrassed


Thijs
Today I just arrived home after about one month driving around Scandinavia with my girl friend. We camped with our tent mostly somewhere in the wilderness (mountains or forests). Only a few times we camped at ordinary camping sites. We found nice spots along our route where we could pitch our tent for one night. Mostly no toilets were available. My girl friend is very regular related to bowel function. After her first morning coffee she usually has to open her bowels. That meant that every morning when camping in the wilderness she had to pick up the roll of toilet paper and walk away to find a place in nature where she could go to toilet. She is not shy about peeing but when it comes to pooping she prefers to be alone and not let me see. She neither likes to talk about it when things hve to be done and when I saw her take the paper roll I knew that nothing should be said! Sometimes I went away to pee after her and then I sometimes saw her poop and the toilet paper she had used. But I never mentioned anything about it to her. Once I think that she was walked in on by another camper, but she did not like to talk about it. I am a lunch time pooper. Therefore I more often could find a toilet along the route for my business. But even I went to poop in nature several times. Only once I was seen by others. That was when camping in the mountains of Norway at a site where many others also camped. Then a mature woman walked by just at my side. She smiled and went away quickly. She was obviously out there for the same reason because when walking back to our tent I saw her white buttocks when she was squatting. My girl friend saw others squatting several times when she went to take care of business in the morning. Once she went direct in on our camping neighbor, a nice elderly man which we had a nice chat with the evening before. She said that he appeared to be very embarrassed about the situation. Pooping outdoor was a new experience to me but not to my girl friend. Some years back she had attended a trip organized by a youth organization. Then they often had to poop in the forest she has told me. I should have liked her to be more open about it. Then we perhaps could have squatted side by side. She is not shy about neither nudity nor peeing, and she can smile when she talks about other going to toilet, but when it comes to herself she hates that anyone should know about it. Last summer my parents went for a similar trip. I think they were more relaxed because among the pictures from that trip I have seen a photo of my mother squatting behind a bush and even one of my father when he is using the toilet paper.


Sunday, July 14, 2019


John
Anna from Austria:

I've got a question for you. When you visited your festival and had to go in the bushes, you mentioned that your pee farts were mistaken for poo farts. In your observations, is it frequent that people have to poo in the bushes or it would be something unusual at that festival?


John
To blondiemaja:

Your place, your choice. If you don't mind leaving a pile drying / rotting away or there's no risk to step in or being seen by people you don't want to see it, there's no need to bury it. Digging a hole is what they recommend when you're in public location, but who cares if you're at home?


Macy

To Taylor T

I used to poop in school when I was in elementary school sometimes but when I got into jr high I found that even if have to go I didn't really have time between classes and I don't want people in my class to know I'm pooping if got a pass to go since it takes a me a little bit to go. I'll start high school next month. I'm like you I usually don't have to go until late afternoon. Sounds like we could be twins in a lot of ways based on our pooping habits lol. I've always been a big pooper too since like 3rd or 4th grade. I fart as soon as I sit down to poop too, as well as between turds lol


I saw a woman poop in the bushes at a resting area in Northern Italy yesterday. She was quite old, perhaps 70 years and had grey hair. I saw her on distance but when she had finished I went over there and saw that she had left a quite long turd like a cable. She had wiped with paper napkins. I think she was Austrian because she had an Austrian registrred car. Her husband sat in the car when she was relieving herself. She did not really squat. She more like bent forward when standing so her white bum was very well visible. I have a few times before seen an adult poop outdoor. That was my aunt when pooping in the back of the dunes at a beach. Another time was a truck driver pooping at a resting area. I have also seen my mother pooping outdoor when hiking.


Taylor T
To Macy: If I remember my poop was about 10-12 inches which is normal to me. And for Brianna it took about 4 minutes for her to poop but it took me about 10 minutes because it was so big LOL!! And most of the time I look between my legs just to see it and hear the crackling from my bum. And another question I have for you is, do you ever secretly watch people like your cousins or your mother pooping? Usually my female cousins will let me come in but boy cousins most of the time I watch them if they leave the door open a crack or if they're using my bathroom that is being renovated.


Yesterday I was getting up around 10:00 when my friend Jenna called me to hang out. Jenna is one of my best friends she's just like me kinda, she has brown hair (I'm blonde by the way), she's the same height as me and similar weight, she's a B cup and I'm a C cup, but she has a nice butt which is better than mine. I got ready and showed up around 11:30. Her Mom drove us to the mall and we walked around for a bit. We bought a few things and settled at the Dunkin Donuts on the second floor. I needed to use the bathroom so I told Jenna to watch my things while I went. I had to go up to the third floor since the second floor didn't have a bathroom, I went in and the bathroom was completely empty. It had three sinks and six stalls, I went into the fourth stall. I pushed my jeans down around my ankles and stood up while I unraveled some toilet paper and covered the toilet seat. I turned around, let my underwear fall to my ankles and I plopped my bum on the seat and began peeing. A lady entered the third stall and started peeing. I finished peeing and waited for the lady to leave. She wiped and left and I pulled my bum cheeks apart and quietly farted. My bum started opening up and my poop slid out and splashed in the toilet. I heard the bathroom door open up again and the person entered the stall next to me. They started wiping the seat and I looked through the crack in the stall and saw Jenna. She turned around and slid her jeans down around her ankles and I heard her bum clank against the seat and a big fart. My bum slowly opened up again and a piece slowly came out with a crackling noise and splashed in the toilet. Jenna farted again and I started hearing a bunch of turds smack against the water and a big log crackle fast out of her bum (she's just like me and has very big poops). I began unraveling toilet paper and wiped my bum a couple of times. I flushed the toilet and redressed myself. And went to the sink, Jenna came out a few seconds after, and said, "Holy -- that was big" "It sounded like it".


Bianca

To Kate

Dear Kate: sorry your friends pooped themselves in the elevator. Twelve hours in there is a long time. Here's a suggestion for if you get stuck again. If the repairman says you'll be stuck for 10 to 15 minutes, you could try calling the fire department if you feel you haven't been rescued in a timely manner. I'm sure they would have gotten you guys out sooner! Bye.


End Stall Em

Nanny Experience

This summer I've cut back my hours at my mall job and taken a much better-paying job as a nanny. I thought I had a lot of experience some years ago as a baby sitter, but that was for 3 or 4 hours at a time and often at the family's house or apartment.

Carly is 5 and starting full-day kindergarten next month. Her brother, Alastair, is 4 and he's a handful. He waits until he's really ready to burst to pee and when we're out in public, that means a race to the toilets with his sister in tow. She finds it annoying. Yesterday we were seated with some books in the park, watching people feed the ducks in the lagoon, when Alastair put his hands over his crotch and said he had to pee. He had nice tan shorts on and he continued to draw attention to his need by grabbing his crotch and saying mean things to Carly because she's more restrained and doesn't jump when he says so.

So while Carly grabbed the books and followed us, I headed with Alastair in hand around the water, a walk that took probably about 5 minutes until we were able to walk up to the restroom building. He made a couple of statements and one gesture about just peeing into the water. I said hell no and and kind of dragged him along. Carly just shook her head and called him stupid and three other words I didn't want to hear.

I yelled "child coming in" at the entrance to the ladies room--something we were taught in our child-sitting training. The room was about 20% lit from one window, but the light chain I pulled didn't work because someone had stolen the bulb. There were two toilets with heavy-duty concrete blocks separating them and no privacy doors. There were a million flies and some type of flying ant that really scared me. We were all sweating badly. Alastair quickly bolted up to the first toilet, yanked down his shorts and underwear, and I reached over and saved the seat from a drenching by raising it just in time. He doesn't guide his organ very well and when he moved right up against the toilet his organ was on the front of the bowl shooting his pee too widely.

When he got done, I insisted that he flush and again he and Carly got into it. He didn't have enough muscle in his left arm on four occasions to get the flush to work. Then he used his right arm with still no luck. Then more smart remarks from Carly who pushed him aside, raised her right leg, and did an excellent flush. (A few years ago one of the girls I was babysitting fell over backward when she tried that).

I got to thinking that it had been almost 3 hours since Carly used the bathroom before we left home. There seemed to be less flies in the other toilet so I told Carly this was a good time for her to go too. She protested a bit, and Alistair shoved her toward the toilet, and while I was pulling him back into the other side of the room, Carly was standing directly in front of the toilet looking at me as if I had forgotten something. I told her to sit down and go because I didn't want the trouble of another bathroom emergency later. Alistair started making fun of her because she just stood there with her back to the toilet.

I told her to go and she said her mom doesn't let her sit on a public seat. I asked her to explain. She said her mom carries this kleenex like pack in her purse, pulls one out and unfolds it and places it on the seat before she sits down. I was kind of surprised, although my dad covered the seat for me when I was that age and we were traveling,
but I told her both toilet paper rolls were gone. Alistair seemed to enjoy our discussion, but I wanted to get it over with soon. I calmly told Carly that she needed to seat herself and get it over with. To that, Alistair warned Carly that she was going to get nuked. I know he doesn't know what that means, but Carly reluctantly sat down over the very front of the seat and peed for about 45 seconds.

I praised for for being adaptable, because sometimes there aren't any options.


- Taylor T- I loved you Six Flags story with Briana. 2 questions, do you how big your poop was, and how long did it take?

So over the weekend my mom asked me to do the dishes and I say "I have to goto the bathroom first. I felt a big load coming so I pushed the door shut ( it was still open a crack) I pulled down a my shorts and purple undies and sat. Within a few seconds I blew a loud fart in the toilet followed by cracking...slowly inching out of my butt I looked down between my legs at my growing turd (do u do that Taylor T.) right then my mom comes in and asks what I'm doing. AWKWARD!!!! I yell Moooomm I'm taking a big crap. She giggles and says sorry honey and walks away. Anyway back to pooping lol my turd falls into the toilet Probably 8 inches long, I knew I wasn't done cuz I still felt more. My hole opened up again and 3 medium sized turds quickly shot out. I was finally done I looked through my legs at my big poop wiped my butt pulled up my undies and shorts and flushed.

Macy


Thursday, July 11, 2019


Taylor T

To Macy

To Macy: I fart a lot when I poop. Usually when I sit down I fart instantly and then usually a few farts after my poop comes out. And mine are the same size mostly, I look like such a normal girl with small poops but it's the complete opposite lol. I could go out to a foot without eating much it's just how it's always been for me since the second grade. Do you ever poop at school? I don't have a problem with but I never really have the urge to go until like 4-5 in the afternoon but I'll poop at school if I really have to.


- Taylor T- I loved you Six Flags story with Briana. 2 questions, do you how big your poop was, and how long did it take?

So over the weekend my mom asked me to do the dishes and I say "I have to goto the bathroom first. I felt a big load coming so I pushed the door shut ( it was still open a crack) I pulled down a my shorts and purple undies and sat. Within a few seconds I blew a loud fart in the toilet followed by cracking...slowly inching out of my butt I looked down between my legs at my growing turd (do u do that Taylor T.) right then my mom comes in and asks what I'm doing. AWKWARD!!!! I yell Moooomm I'm taking a big crap. She giggles and says sorry honey and walks away. Anyway back to pooping lol my turd falls into the toilet Probably 8 inches long, I knew I wasn't done cuz I still felt more. My hole opened up again and 3 medium sized turds quickly shot out. I was finally done I looked through my legs at my big poop wiped my butt pulled up my undies and shorts and flushed.

Macy


blondiemaja

Couldn't Hold it

To set the scene...
Home for the Summer with our teenager (and we all know how long they take in the bathroom) and our other bathroom is being renovated. I was about 1/2 way through my iced coffee when I felt an urgent rumble from my stomach. I was sitting on the couch thinking oh my god I am going to poop my pants. I knew I had to decide what to do and quickly. If we didn't have a contractor working in our other bathroom, I honestly would have just dropped my load in the kitchen trash and quickly brought the bag out, but I was worried about them seeing me and even worse smelling it (I've been eating a lot of fruits and vegetables and also taking probiotics so not only are they big, but wicked smelly).
We have a huge backyard with lots of piles of landscaping materials so I knew I could duck behind a pile, I grabbed some paper towels and rushed to the backyard with my load was trying to poke out like a turtle head. I found the perfect pile to hide behind and squatted down and peed a river and then dropped a huge load. I know squatting is our "natural"'position and I have to say this is not the 1st time I've squatted outdoors to do my business and I have to say that any time I move my bowels while squatting I feel so empty. 1 time I was terribly constipated and put some paper towel down on the bathroom floor and squatted over it and bared down with all my might and was finally able to get my load to exit. My question is, as long as my bowel movement is out of the way outside is it ok to leave it? I was googling this and it says it should be buried? Is this really necessary? I mean it's going to decompose or get eaten my flies or an animal. Only asking because I feel so empty that I think whenever possible I am just going to scoot outside and squat.

Thanks in advance for your replies!


Diana

upset stomach

My ????'s been kind of off today. When I woke up today, I felt pretty bloated so I sat down on the toilet and tried to go. I pushed out several loose logs, and felt okay so I ate breakfast.
At around 10am, I went to the pool with my friend Emmy. While we were swimming, I needed to poop again so I hopped out of the pool and into the girls' locker room. I pooed, but I had a bit of a bellyache so I sat there for a few more minutes massaging my stomach. I farted a few times but nothing else came out. My stomach still felt icky , but I wiped and pulled my swimsuit up over my belly and went back to the pool.
The cold water wasn't really good on my belly so after another half hour or so I headed back to the locker room to shower and go home. I sat on the toilet again before walking home just in case and let out some smelly farts that relieved some of the pressure in my belly. A few turds slipped out without me even needing to push. My stomach still hurt so I went home and got a hot water pack and started working on some summer homework to take my mind off of it.
I've had three more loose pooes in the last hour, but no diarrhea yet. I think I probably just ate something last night that didn't agree with me. I'll keep you guys updated if I need to go more!


Nikola

my wife pooped in the woods

Today, during a country trip, I saw my wife pooping in the bushes. We drove on the forest road. My wife seemed tense. It turned out that she urgently needed to use the bathroom to poop. Finally, she asked me to stop the car. I chose a place and turned down the road deeper into the forest. When I stopped, my wife quickly got out of the car and went behind the nearest Bush. I could see through the window as she lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties. After she sat down she remained in this position for about a minute. I couldn't see very well, but I knew she was pissing and pooping. After she finished, she stood up, quickly put on her panties and straightened her skirt. In the car she came back in a good mood, said she is now much easier.


Nicole
I have been surfing at the Atlantic coast for some days. Where we stayed there were no toilets nearby. We all had to go to toilet somewhere in nature, even to poop. Nobody spoke about it because it is a bit embarrassing telling others about it, but I think everybody did so because there were no other options. At the most secluded spots there were almost always some pieces of used toilet paper to be found and even some fresh and old turds could be seen. When walking in the backbushes or behind the sandy dunes especially in the morning one could on distance spot others out there and sometimes even see white buttocks of somebody trying to hide. I even saw some of my male friends squatting just like small kids. I also saw some older persons squatting on distance. I hope that I managed to be unseen by my friends but one morning an unknown man walked by just when I was squatting. He was polite and pretended not to see me!!


Lauren S.

Chinatown

This is my first post. I'm a longtime lurker. I'm an average sized 18 year old, blonde haired American woman.

I was out of town yesterday, visiting a city that's a good distance away from me. I don't have a problem peeing in public - the medicine I'm on makes me pee constantly, after all. I'm generally not comfortable pooping in public. I've probably used a public toilet for pooping less than a dozen times in my life. It's not so much that I'm shy as much as it is that I like to shower immediately after I poop, which I don't have the luxury of doing in public.

Anyway, I was in this town, and three friends of mine and I went to the most authentic Mexican restaurant I've ever eaten at in my life. I ate chicken fajitas, which is my go-to at Mexican restaurants. They were delicious. The day progressed, and we found ourselves in Chinatown. I was walking around, and I could feel my stomach aching. I thought I could hold it.

Chinatown was our last stop in this city. I was in a car with two of my friends. My friend, the driver, wanted to stop at a gas station in Chinatown to fill up her car so we did. "If you have to pee, go now," she said. "I'm not stopping on the way back."

As she was filling up her car, I waited next to her, doing a potty dance. "I'll go after you," I said. "My stomach is killing me, and I don't want to be in there with either of you," I added candidly. My other friend, who had already left for the bathroom, came back and the driver friend went to the bathroom. She came back to the car after a couple of minutes.

"The bathroom is clean," they agreed.
I entered the bathroom. it was a single toilet bathroom with a locking door. At least I would have privacy.

I farted a lot as soon as I sat down. Then, a torrent of poop flew out of my butt into the toilet. I felt like I was about to pass out. I felt very weak and dehydrated.

I spent between 10 and 15 minutes getting everything out of my system and toying around on my cell phone. It took a lot of paper to clean myself up, but I managed to do it. When I left the bathroom, I saw a line of about 7 Asian women waiting for the bathroom. I scurried out of the gas station, embarrassed by both the smell and the skid marks I had left in that bathroom.

I made a joke about Montezuma's revenge when I got in the car, which my friends laughed at. We didn't have any water in the car, and I was super dehydrated, so my friend gave me her tea. Within 30 minutes of driving, I had to pee again, but I made a promise not to stop. For 3 hours, I held my pee. I wasn't dehydrated, though lol

Anyway, I hope to have more stories in the future. I'm getting more comfortable pooping in public.


Ronette

Pooping with my principal

So during the first half of summer I took an accelerated class open to students from throughout the school district. It was held at a high school I had never been to and since the distance was longer than I normally travel for my neighborhood school, I decided to ride my bike. Round trip was about 4 miles. I don't know why except on a morning a couple of weeks ago, I think I went a little faster and the ride was bumpier. Anyway, when I got to the school at 7:30 a.m. I obviously needed to unload my daily poo. This would be my first poo at this school, although I pretty regularly peed during the 10 a.m. break.

I locked and secured my bike, halfway ran up the stairs to the entrance, and ducked into the first bathroom. I was hopeful that there would be an open toilet, but at least half of them had no user. I ran my eyes down each of the two rows and said to myself F***, not one privacy door. I can get a fast pee in while the others watch and wait, but for a poo, which might mean a 10-minute or more sit, I wasn't that confident. There were two open toilets in the middle of the right row. The seat was up, I dropped it and within a minute my clothing was at floor level and I was adjusting my butt to the uncomfortable seat. One of the bolts on the back of the toilet had been broken off and the loose seat caused me to sit very gingerly. Early on, I think I had to switch my weight three times and I found that by hunching over the front, hands on my thighs, that there was less movement of the seat.

Looking in front of me, a couple of others were using the mirror to put on make-up. A third had taken a pill bottle out of her purse, but before she pulled out her tablets, she accidentally juggled the bottle and about half of them spilled out. She swore up a storm when her phone went off and with her other hand she was picking up the pills. One rolled to within a foot of my toilet and I leaned forward pointing it out to her. She said the prescription cost $40 and she didn't want to lose any of them.

My poo was taking longer. It seemed like a large part of it was bigger than normal and it wasn't sliding out as easily as usual. Then a middle aged woman with long blond hair and boots to kill for walked by and took the stall to my right. I thought it was kind of different to have an adult use our bathroom and one where there was absolutely zero privacy. Her jeans came down as she lined up in front of the toilet and there was a minor thud when her butt hit the seat. Her pee started splashing into the bowl immediately. Then she re-seated herself, widened the position of her legs, and I could hear chunks of crap dropping into the bowl.

Then I was startled. She said Hi and directed a bunch of questions at me about what I was taking, how the class was going, my home school and she asked my name. I told her and she introduced herself as Mrs. S, the principal. Conversation came easier to her as she sat than it did to me. I told her I had never gone to the bathroom next to a principal before and she laughed and said she's new and was trying to take every opportunity whether it was in the lunch room or the bathrooms to meet more students. Even my dad thought that was a little weird when he asked me for a highlight of my day. He graduated from high school in the 1970s and said teachers and principals would hang out in the bathroom stalls and once the smokers lit up, they would get busted. Some teachers would stand on the toilet seat so they could bust students smoking in an adjacent stall.

I passed Mrs. S in the hallway later that day and she remembered my name and the name of the class I was taking. I guess I'm kind of impressed.


Imogen

Hot weather upset

It's sunny again and I've got a runny stomach again. It seems to happen any time it gets really hot. It's not like a virus (where you get desperate to go), but I find I need the loo more often and when I do go, it's runny. But not urgent runny. Strange!?

Imogen


Tuesday, July 09, 2019


Kellie

Shopping mall poop

Im Kellie and Im a 25 year old female. It was Friday night and I decided to go to the local outlet mall and invite my friend Chelsea to come along. We decided to go do a little shopping and have a little bit of dinner before going to see a movie. We opted to go to a place that a bit of variety to eat, More like a buffet since we both like just about anything. We got our food and sat down by a woman and her 2 daughters having dinner as well. We introduced ourselves and got aquatinted. Her name was Janice and her 2 daughters were Holly and Victoria. Victoria was her oldest (at 19 years old) and was a little bit of the stature of what you would say" few extra pounds". But honestly that shouldn't matter to anyone. There was a cute guy that wanted her number which was awesome and we were happy for her. Holly was 18 and had a little extra on the hips. Victoria got up to use the food court bathroom near by and a about 5 minutes later I had to go since my stomach was saying it was time to unload everything I had to eat. When you enter the women's bathroom there are 10 stalls along one wall and sings across on the other Wall. There are tile walls and the partitions have a Small Gap between the divider and the wall so you can see the back of the person next to you. I went towards the end next to the handicap stall which was occupied. I was getting ready to pull my pants down when I looked at the wall and could see the reflection of Victoria. She had her button down red shirt pulled up and get tight black jeans all the way down to her ankles and white panties draped down over her jeans and her legs were spread out. I pulled my pants down along with my spotted print panties and started to pee and just then Victoria let out a huge dry sounding fart that ended a little wet and then came a little bit of diarrhea with it. Right then I passed a huge fart and as I farted I started to have a huge load of messy poop come out at the same time. My stomach cramped up and then I started to unload more. Then Victoria dropped a few more turds and she pulled off a big batch of toilet paper and positioned herself to wipe. I just kept having poop come in different sets and finally I farted a little bit more and finished. Victoria was still finishing up but then she stood up and got more toilet paper. She pulled her butt cheeks apart and and kept wiping. She sat back down and pulled out her pad and took out her old one and replaced it and stood up and pulled up her underwear all the way into her butt crack. She reached back and pulled her underwear a little bit to adjust and pulled up her pants and flushed and left. I was just finishing up wiping, I had .y pants down all the way and my underwear so I could wipe. I wiped about 7 times and stood up. Pulled up my panties and flushed and pulled up my pants. Washed my hands and since we all got familiar with each other we all went to the same movie and enjoyed the evening. After we all stayed in touch.


Lorenz

Circular urinal trough

Last weekend my grandfather asked me to travel a couple of hours away because his high school graduation class (1959) was having their reunion. On Saturday morning members of the current student council at the school offered building tours. There must have been about 50 or 60 in our tour group. My grandfather was helpful to me a couple of years ago when I started high school and was trying to get up the nerve to use the deplorable toilets there. He assured me I wasn't the first in our family to have self-esteem issues and to be bullied and f##### with in meeting my bodily needs.

We were running early and once we entered his like 130-year-old school, he said he was going to take his morning crap, that is if the 1st hour class bell would cooperate. I kind of laughed and he knew why. So we walked down the hall to this huge bathroom. There were two sides to the room separated by a large marble wall. He made a joke about how old all the fixtures were and how the shitters had not been changed out (replaced or remodeled) since his time there. He said he had his famous throne. He walked to that toilet, which like the others didn't have a privacy door, dropped the ugly u-shaped black seat, and then dropped his political boxers, and sat for his crap. I asked him where he went for the urinals and he said they were on the other side of the wall.

What I came upon was a huge circular urinal. It was made of really beat up steel with lots of carvings and dents and about a inch of water circulating. About every three feet there was this clutch near the floor. You would use your shoe to activate it and it was the flusher. I had never seen anything quite like this. I peed for about a minute, shook my best dry, and then clutched my contribution. When I walked into the other room, grandpa was patiently seated, boxers at floor level and ready with the next joke. He said things move a little slower at age 78 and he would probably be swatted every day by the dean of students for taking too much time in the bathroom. Students were given a choice between a 45-minute detention after school or allowing the dean to give them three swats on the butt while they were hunched over and grabbing their ankles.


Victoria B.

Streak broken

I went and did it. Six months of clog-free pooping ended a couple of days ago.

I was having my normal post-breakfast poop and it turned out to be a big one. Three big turds and some mushy stuff held in by the plug of my bigger turd. It was all out in fifteen seconds and it felt positively orgasmic. This is when I should have flushed but the hubris my streak imparted on me interfered and I ended up in the throes of a wiping job that made me use an amount of toilet paper that made me feel guilty. It took six or seven passes before I felt clean between my cheeks again.

I flushed while still sitting down.... and felt the cold poopy water kiss my butt. The streak was officially over but there was no time to mourn; not when there was poop to plunge. By this time I'd stood up, panties still around my ankles, and realized that my custom pink plunger was in the cupboard on the other side of the bathroom from my toilet. Inspiration struck and I grabbed the toilet brush. I took the bristly end and thrust it as far into the mouth of the drain as I could, trying to push the paper and poop as far down as possible before attempting a second flush. I tried it again and everything went down; that is, everything with the exception of a nasty skidmark that was easy enough to brush off. The streak was over but shit will still happen. Here's to a new clog-free streak!

Love,
Victoria


Taylor T

Six Flags

On Thursday, me and my friend Brianna went to Six Flags. My mom drove us and we were there from 9am to about 8:30pm. We had a lot of fun but of course like most of my amusement park trips, I had to take a poop at one point. We ate a few things before we were riding the Superman rollercoaster, and once we got off the ride I really got the urge to go. We both agreed that we had to go and we went off to find a bathroom. We went in and found that the bathroom only had two stalls and the toilets were up high because they were toilets that recycled your poop. Brianna took the first stall and I took the second stall, I had to wipe the seat since someone decided to pee on it. I saw Brianna's stretch pants fall to her ankles and she farted, I did the same and pushed my jeans and underwear around my ankles and sat down. I started hearing a wet crackling noise and a splash. Brianna already began wiping and flushed, she asked me how long I'd be and I said, "I don't know it feels pretty big you could probably be able to go on another ride before I'm done. She washed her hands and left and I began pushing and my poop exited me slowly with a wet crackling noise, it kept on crackling and crackling as it slid out. I heard someone come in and I saw that they were in khakis and a blue shirt and realized they were an employee. They pushed their khakis around their ankles and a clanking of the seat. I heard another girl come in around 13 and she tried to open my stall and saw me and my bare thighs in between the crevice of the door and said sorry. Eventually my poop dropped out of my bum and splashed in with the best "floomph" sound ever splashing toilet water on my bum cheeks. My second piece started sliding out of my bum with no crackling whatsoever. The employee finished peeing and left the stall, the 13 year old entered fast and I saw her jeans drop to her ankles and she sat and farted and all I could hear were sounds like "plunk, plunk, floomph, and a clank". My second piece dropped in and I unraveled some toilet paper and wiped while the 13 year old just kept on farting and there were a couple of plopping noises every few seconds. I couldn't tell if she was having diarrhea or if her poop was just breaking off. I pulled up my underwear and my jeans and flushed the toilet.


Jay

Wife needed a desperate poo

We went on a vacation me my wife and our 10 yr old, well at the house we have 3 bathrooms no problem if anyone needs the bathroom but in our hotel room was different usually not a problem but today was different. My wife woke up early I was still sleeping, when I got up started coffee my wife was outside on the balcony I went to the toilet for my usual morning poop I just sat down and started my usual loose poo i have always had loose poop in the morning i have to go at least 2 or 3 times. Well i was just getting started when my wife asked how long i would be i told her i just got in here she asked me to hurry i told her a few minutes, well couple minutes later i could hear her right beside the mumble omg please hurry i asked what she said she started and her stomach was bad upset I said ok I would be another minute I open the door she rushed in closed the door I was still standing there I heard a eruption of loose poop I mean she had a urgent release she sighed with relief it took her 5 minutes to finish I asked if she was ok she said probably not but I finally got in to finish my urgent dump it smelled awful in there good gosh


Macy
Taylor T- First of all thank you for responding on my last post!!! YES!! My mom does seem to walk in on me on purpose!!!! It's super awkward when I'm "mid turd" and I'm leaning forward LOL!! Lately I've been pooping in the afternoon. My poop vary.... sometimes I'll have 1 or 2 big turds (8-10 inches) but I do over a foot sometimes. Other times It'll be 4 or 5 like 4-6 inch turds. Either way it's usually a lot of poop LOL I usually go every day or every other day. And yes my butt gets splashed by my turds sometimes haha. Do you fart when you poop? Btw I'm 5'5 and I weigh 150ish and I have a big butt LOL. C cup boobs too.

Yesterday afternoon I pooped after I ate lunch. I pulled down my shorts and pink underwear. I let out 2 big farts then my hole opened a LONG(at least a foot long) snaked out of my butt,followed by a smaller(I think my huge turd broke actually) around 3 inches. I wiped and flushed. Hope you enjoyed my story.

Macy


Sunday, July 07, 2019


Sheelee

Darcee's dilemma

My daughter is almost 10 and over the past year or so she went from a rather neutral to a much more negative position about the inevitability of using toilets away from home. On Page 2752 earlier this year I wrote about her increased negativity about having to wait for me to pick her up after school. She tries to make the best of it and even does some nice volunteering in the hour or so she may wait for me. I sell media advertising and my clients are located all over town. So sometimes even when I'm only a few minutes late she's still in a bad mood because she's been holding holding in her bathroom needs for sometimes 6 or 7 hours. She says the bathrooms are too crowded earlier in the day and her only excuse for holding it in after school is that she's hopeful that I'm just around the corner because she would much rather meet her needs at home. Her brother doesn't help. He's totally insensitive and sometimes will throw out a length of the Cable he laid during bathroom break right after recess. Darcee, although she might flip him off or call him a foul name in the car, does internalize what he and the others say.

This summer we've been to two events where there have been long lines for the portables. Because of some taunts from others, I now stand right behind Darcee in the line and while there might be 12 lines of about 20 or 25 people each, I try and encourage her. Sometimes she may sit for 10 minutes or more but the rude people behind us in the line still will say negative things. Last week after 10 minutes I walked up, knocked, and she let me in. But Darcee was melting and getting more frustrated by the minute as she sat waiting for activity to start. She was pushing as hard as she could, you could smell her crap with each fart, but she was unable to produce more than 1 or 2 pieces the size of a fingernail. I finally decided to take her home and within two minutes of my unlocking the door, she did within a minute or two a double unload.

What is the answer? We've got 3 more outlook events coming up this month alone. In six weeks, she's starting middle school and I want her to have a smooth transition socially, but these experiences are not making me hopeful. What is the answer?


Robb

When I Was Younger

A little background; this is my first post and I've never told this story to anyone else. I was 9, I am in my mid-twenties now.

I was in 3rd grade. We used to stay in one class room back then, besides for art, and "library" class, which was basically time we spent in a lunchroom sized room layed out like a library. I started the day off in our classroom. I felt fine by that point, but a couple hours in I had to pee. Not too bad, but noticable. After another thirty minutes it was time for Art class. My teacher was a really nice man. I always like staying in that class as long as possible. By this time though I really had to go, bad. I didn't ask to go at this point, because we were set to go to Library class.

The teacher had to take us in a line from Art to Library class. When we got up too walk over to class my bladder felt very heavy. I also noticed one of my friends, we'll call her Nicole, moving her legs around a little bit. Me and her were pretty good friends. She was stood right in front of me, and turned to me and told me she had to pee. I told her I did pretty bad also. We made it to class, and I thought I would be okay, because after the hour class we had a bathroom break, and then lunch. Well, we got sat at our tables, it was me, Nicole, another girl, and boy. By this point I had to go so bad I was squeezing my crotch. Nicole noticed this, and asked if I was alright. I told her yes, but it was bad. She told me not to feel bad, and that she had to go too. About ten minutes later, I was not okay. We got up to get books and I walked through and aisle with Nicole. Problem was, I couldn't stop walking. If I did it felt like I was going to pee. At this point Nicole told me her need was also really bad. We asked the teacher if we could go and she said no. So we walked back to the aisle of books. That was when I couldn't wait anymore, and I peed my pants for what seemed like an enternity. Nicole looked and me and said she was sorry, but she said she couldn't wait either. Her hand went to her crotch and she started to pee herself also.

I remember me and her sitting in the nurses office waiting for our parents to come get us. It was super embarrassing. This was the first time I ever wet myself by accident.


PN

Reply to Anna from Austria

"Did you observe that in the past by yourself your smell is different after you have been constipated for quite some time or it is maybe just my imagination." I'm not sure if it's a regular thing--- the smell generally changes slightly from one day or week to the next, but on the other hand after one of the worst constipation episodes I can recall, when I finally did manage to relieve myself I remember that the very last part that came out had a particularly intense, rotten smell.


Kate

Elevator nightmare

Let me start this off by saying Im going into my 3rd year at university. During finals, me and 4 of my friends were going to a study room on the 4th floor of one of our buildings around 6am.And as a result of it being finals season, We had been living on a diet of Ubereats and a LOT of coffee for the last 2 weeks. The elevator got stuck between the 2nd and 3rd floor. We used the emergency button to tell security we were stuck, and they called the elevator repair people. The repairman told us it would probably only be 10 or 15 minutes, but after 2 hours we were still stuck. The elevator was starting to get very very hot, and (Names changed for anonymity) Emma, who is very claustrophobic, was already having the worst day of her life, was huddled in a corner when we heard her quietly say "I have to go to the bathroom". We all reassured her that everyone had to go and we'd be free any minute, but 10 minutes later, we heard a telltale hiss as a wet spot appeared on her jeans and a puddle appeared beneath her butt. Now Emma was crying, holding her stomach, and begging the repair man to hurry up before she pooped herself, but that was a lost battle as less than a minute after that we heard her crying get louder and smelled that she hadnt made it. I dont know if it was something she ate, or the heat in the elevator, but the smell was almost suffocating.

It wasnt long before the rest of us were dancing around trying to get out of this ordeal dry, and at about the 3 and a half hour mark after getting trapped, I was the second to lose it. I peed for what seemed like forever, and my pants were almost entirely soaked. I even somehow managed to get the side of my pants wet. At this point Emma had just resigned herself to her fate, and would periodically just pee or poop a little more for the sake of feeling better.

By 4 hours in, Hannah and Sarah had also wet themselves, and I was starting to feel the urge to poop. Not long after that, Jen, the last of us to remain dry, and who had more or less been holding her cool, just exploded. In an instant she went from being calm and collected to panicked, then a huge rush of pee, and a loud crackling sound as her leggings filled up to a ridiculous size. I couldnt imagine any human being able to hold that much, let alone a girl whos only 5'1" and maybe, MAYBE 110lbs.

At about quarter to 11, I decided I didnt want to suffer anymore, and I let go. About 2 softballs worth of very soft poop filled the back of my jeans. I was so overwhelmed with relief that it took me a few minutes to feel grossed out about what I did, but i told Hannah and Sarah that we were going to be trapped here for a while, and they might as well let go. Hannah agreed, pushed, and liquid poop poured down her legs. Sarah was the at this point the last one to mess.

By noon, Sarah was still holding on. Peeing periodically, like the rest of us, but refusing to mess. She kept insisting that she could wait. But only 10 minutes later she was proved wrong like the rest of us. First we just heard a whimper, and when we looked at her she was squatted down with a brown spot spreading in all directions.

For the next several hours, we just relieved ourselves when needed, and complained about the rising heat. The temperature hit its peak around 4pm, and it must have been 40+ degrees celcius. When we finally got out at 5:40, after nearly 12 hours inside, we were all so happy to be free of that hellish box that we didnt even feel overly embarrassed by the fact that we had to walk by numerous students and staff and through public streets to go back to our house.

The next day we had a huge girls day and got absolutely wasted to try and forget what happened



R

farts

I am in middle school have 3 younger siblings and I almost always go to girls room at school and love to fart and have other girls go ewwww...my sisters do same. I like how it feels and sometimes how it smells. Bye


Icy

Details and a Response to anonymous

Every time I do physical activity I try to wear briefs cuz it holds, well, "hold my everything in place". Boxers ride up on me. As for color, I wore Black briefs and black shorts. Both were rather stretchy and didn't resist much when I started unloading into them. So you could see the messy bulge very easily... doesn't help that bike seats hard not ideal in this situation. At first I just tried sitting with my butt hanging off the back off the seat. But I couldn't keep such an awkward position. Same when standing on The pedals. So at some point I had to slowly sit down on my accident... what a morning....


Enna

Another Close Call

This morning I was thinking of going swimming, so I had on my one-piece suit, shorts, and a tank top and was lounging around the house. I had drank a 32oz cup of water rather quickly, and as it tends to go, it didn't take much time for all that water to catch up with my bladder. I was watching a show I was super into, so I put off going to the bathroom for awhile, but finally I got to the point where I realized I'd better go. And now. Even at that point I had about 12 minutes left in the episode I was watching, so I bounced around in my chair a little and jiggled my knee, until finally it ended. I headed upstairs and once I got to the bathroom, I was dying I was so desperate. I didn't even shut the bathroom door. I walked (shuffled) to the toilet, opened the lid, and then it hit me. The urgency. I had to switch my stance to the side to keep from peeing on the floor. When the urge subsided a little, I pulled down my shorts, pulled my tank top over my head, slid the straps of the one piece off my shoulders, and was just about to pull my suit down when I had to stop to clamp my legs together again. A shiver washed over my body and I thought that was it. I was about to start peeing full force down my legs 6 inches from the toilet. By some miracle, the wave of urgency subsided a little, and I was able to unclench just a little. When I did, though, a spurt of pee jetted out and trickled down my leg, wetting my swimsuit. Immediately I tore down the suit and sat down on the toilet, spraying the rest of my stream into the bowl. It lasted for about a full minute. As I peed, I inspected my suit, which had a baseball-sized wet patch in the crotch. Luckily, I hadn't wet my shorts since they were pulled down. So once I finished peeing, I pulled on my suit, shorts, and tank top and went back downstairs to finish my show. By the end of the next episode, my suit had dried in the crotch. That was a close one, though!


Luke C
Today was the 4th of July and we ended the day on the front porch watching fireworks while having a farting contest. It was me, my mom, my sister, and my sister's girlfriend. The contest actually started when my mom who is about 5'7 with shoulder-length dyed grey hair and wears red glasses said she had some fireworks of her own and ripped a loud fart. We were having so much fun that we stayed outside even after the fireworks ended. My mom got a little cocky and started farting back-to-back. She wouldn't let anybody else fart since she was already winning. Well she ended up ripping a juicy wet fart and gasped. It was clear to me, my sister, and her girlfriend what she had done and we started laughing. She had just sharted! My mom excused herself and waddled into the house while holding her pants. And that's how the contest ended lol.


Taylor T

Buddy Dump With My Cousin

To Macy: Does your mom ever walk in on purpose just to see if you're peeing or pooping? My mom usually does that sometimes and it's super annoying and she always asks about it but I usually refuse to answer. You also said you said that you often have big dumps and enjoy them... how big in size do you think they are. And one last question that is weird to ask but... when your on the toilet and the poop drops out of your bum does the water ever splash back on your bum? And please post more I'd be very interested in your stories!

This week since July 1st I've been camping at the campground I usually go to every year or so. The last time I pooped was about 10 minutes after my last post on the site. So I didn't poop on the 1st, 2nd, 3rd but today was different.... we had a big party today at my campground with most of my family there. I hung out with my cousin Colby most of the day, he is 11 and has black hair probably about 90 pounds and 5'1. He is my closest cousin in age so we had a lot of fun with each other. We were walking around my campground and we went down to the lake and it had some swings next to it. We were on the swings and I suddenly got the urge to take a fat poop and there was no way I could hold it. I couldn't let Colby out of my eyes and we had a close relationship so I said to him, "Hey umm so I have to use the bathroom do you want to come with me" "Sure where will we go" "I think there are toilets around here". We walked down a long path through the woods and found a few picnic tables with no one there and saw a big outhouse. It was clearly handmade with a bench with four holes in it and had buckets under them. I assumed he was peeing so I said "Oh you can probably just go outside behind a tree I don't think your supposed to pee in them", and he said, "I'm not peeing". He walked over to the third hole pushed his shorts down to his ankles and sat down. I had short shorts on with blue underwear and clearly Colby found that cute because he was looking at my bum all day. I pushed both down around my ankles and sat down and he asked, "Are you pooping" "Yeah I haven't gone since I left home" "Just go in your camper" "I can't I have very big poops and they don't go down". My bum opened up very wide and it crackled out of me fast like a snake and I heard a big thud in the plastic bucket. About 20 seconds lter I heard a thud in Colby's bucket. We were both surprised at the size of our poops. I guess it runs in the family LOL!!!


S

Recent Poo/response to Mark

Sorry all for the absence! I just haven't really had the time to post anything but I'm back!

Okay, so I just had a rather big one, it makes me proud to be honest. As I sat down it did slide out a lil bit but then it stopped, and wouldn't continue. I gave a few pushes before cracking and audibly straining, clenching my fists. "nnNNN... Rnn..." I could feel that this one definitely opened me wide, and upon closer inspection, I did notice that it had some blood on it!

Mark- Actually, yes, I've managed to get away with not using a public bathroom my whole life, believe it or not! I never really gave it much thought, but I guess I probably do have really good control!


Bianca

Today's Craps

Hi Everyone! To Ashleigh: Maybe Ava should write a poop/pee journal. She should describe her sensations, and the times she goes. That way, she can keep track of her waste disposal rhythm, and go when she needs to. I think reminders should be good, too. Anyway, today's craps were on the really soft side. It was a bit wet/chunky feeling this morning, and runnier later. To Michael W: Welcome back! Bye.


Taylor

Morning poop

Taylor T - Welcome to the site! Thank you for adding a letter after your name.

Imogen - It sounded like you only just made it! It was quite funny how you managed to trap your friend behind the bush.

I woke up just after 9am and made myself a coffee before taking it with me to the bathroom. I opened my window a little and then sat down on the toilet, I had slept naked because of how hot it has been here so I didn't need to worry about any clothes. I just relaxed, sipping my coffee and after a few seconds my poop began slowly making its way out of me. I love starting the day like this and it always puts me in such a good mood. I kept sipping my drink as it easily slid out of me before falling into the bowl with a quiet splash. The rest kept coming and I just relaxed, enjoying the wonderful feeling. I dropped three pieces in total and then waited for my bladder., looking out of the window, happily drinking away. Sure enough, after about 30 seconds I started peeing, a strong stream that made a loud splashing into the water below, I really needed to go! I went for about a minute and finished my coffee before wiping. I started with my front, only using a few squares and then I used three pieces for my behind before it came back clean. Then I stood up, flushed, and had a cool shower. A perfect start to the day!


Friday, July 05, 2019


Ashleigh

More about Ava

First, let me clarify something. I accidentally misspelled my name in my previous post. My name is Ashleigh. I'm 18, by the way.

To Canada poop- Do you have any stories about your cousin that you would like to share? What did you do to help her?

Thank you all for your concern for my little sister Ava. Some of you asked if her accidents are truly accidents or on purpose. To answer your questions, there's nothing medically wrong with her. Most of her accidents are true accidents, but are the result of her being lazy and not going to the bathroom on time. Both me and my parents have tried to get her in the habit of going to the bathroom on time, but she still has accidents.

The only recent accident she has had that was on purpose was the one I mentioned in the last post that happened while she was on her bike and didn't want to stop to go to the bathroom. That is something that she used to do a lot when she was little. When she was playing at home, she would pee or poop in her pants rather than stop playing. Because of that, we used to have her wear pullups at home if she wanted to, and she wasn't allowed to go in her underwear. We used to do that up until I think she was in 3rd or 4th grade.

Now, I'm not one to criticize her for having accidents. I myself wasn't completely potty trained until I was about 3 and a half and I have still had occasional accidents long after. I even pooped my pants out of spite a few times in elementary school (let me know if you want to hear that one. It's kind of a funny story).

Now for a story. We went to visit our grandparents this past weekend. They live 6 hours away in Dayton, Ohio, so Dad told us both to go to the bathroom before we left, but Ava didn't go because she didn't need to at the time. About 4 hours into the drive, Ava whispered to me that she had to go to the bathroom, so I asked Dad if we were going to stop anywhere. He said that we weren't because we were already behind schedule. About an hour later, I could tell that Ava was getting desperate. She was fidgeting, clinching, sitting on her hands, and biting her lip. When we had about a half hour left, she finally announced that she had to go to the bathroom. "Didn't you go before we left home?" Mom asked. "I didn't have to go then," Ava said. "Well just hold on. We'll be there soon." "But I have to go REALLY bad! I don't want to have an accident!" "I know, but we'll be there soon." Ava was quietly staring out the window and I saw her start to cry a little bit. A few minutes later she whispered to me, "I'm pooping." She lifted her butt off of the seat and had a concentrated look on her face. I lifted her skirt and saw a large bulge start to grow in the back of her panties. It continued to grow for about two minutes. Then she said, "Mom I pooped my pants." Mom got really mad and started yelling at her and Ava was crying harder. When we got to our grandparents house, Dad brought in our bags and we rushed Ava to the bathroom. Mom took me in there to help clean Ava up. Her panties were a mess. They were completely filled with poop that was smashed from when she sat down in it, and the poop was all smeared on her butt. We spent almost an hour cleaning her. Mom told her that if she had one more accident, she would have to wear diapers 24/7 until she stopped having accidents. She meant it too, because Mom never bluffs when it comes to punishments. The panties were ruined, so we emptied the load into the toilet and threw them in the trash. Then Ava took a shower and went straight to bed.

I'm really worried about Ava because she just can't seem to get in the habit of going to the bathroom on time and I don't want her to have to wear diapers. Does anybody have some advice?


Macy
Hi this is my first post. I'm 14 years old and I found this website on my moms laptop. I've always had a secret fascination with pooping and enjoy a big dump (which I often take lol). I enjoyed Taylor T's story. It's nice to know there's another teen girl here. I take my panties down to my knees too and my mom walks in on me sometimes. I usually poop in the afternoon after school too :). I'll post more later.


To Kamdyn (you're not alone!!!)

Kamdyn, funny you should say that because almost the same exact thing happened to me!!!!! Extremely coincidental! Before I tell my story, I wanted to let you know that I agree!! He was really rude and his mother should've kept an eye on him.

Here's my experience (though I guess I don't even have to tell it because it was almost identical to yours!!!).

My older brother went to college a few years ago pretty far away. We'd have to drive nearly halfway across the country to see him!! Surprisingly we never took a plane there (I guess due to the expenses!) but to be honest I loathed those trips. I'm a bit older but I still hated those car rides that lasted like 12 hours!!!

At a rest stop is when and where it all happened. I went to the ladies room to have a pee and a poo. I was pretty desperate at that point so I didn't wanna walk too far to find a stall (it was a pretty big bathroom) so I took the first one that was open which was the 4th or 5th stall. I attempted to lock the door but the lock was broken and the door wouldn't even close! I couldn't hold it closed as I was doing my business (I like to be totally relaxed when doing my business, with my pants off and my legs spread and basically straddling the toilet and leaning back and if I leaned forward it would make it harder for the poo to come out). So unfortunately that meant I had to leave it open. I wasn't happy about it, and was embarrassed especially since the bathroom was big and there were a lot of people in it and a lot of people had to walk past me and peek into the stall to see if it was open or not, but I'm not modest so I wasn't concerned too much about my bits being seen. I just wasn't wild about the idea of strangers seeing me as I pushed and strained and peed and pooped.

I began to pee and soon after my stream ended I heard a boy talking to his mom. They were walking to find a toilet. The boy had a sister around his age too. Well when they walked past me the boy stopped and looked at me and peeked between my legs and laughed. I was right in the middle of my pooping session, and he covered his nose and said PU!! He said to me "why isn't your private hairy like my mom's? And it doesn't look like hers!"
He then turned to his sister and said "Katie, her private looks like yours! And look she's making doodoo!" and his sister looked too and laughed.
I keep myself shaved down there (and not to be TMI but I have an innie so it doesn't look much different from when I was just a girl) so that's what he was referring to obviously. His mom quickly pulled him away but it all happened so fast that she couldn't really prevent it. I was shocked and humiliated that he would say something like that! He was little though but still I was super embarrassed and caught off guard! Even telling that story makes my face hot!

You're not alone! Kids, especially boys! can be very rude. I remember in school we sometimes saw each other in the bathroom and we all made such a big deal out of it. It's definitely a maturity thing because I mean we wouldn't do that to anyone !! But we're adults so we know better but it's still very irritating and rude that they do that !!


Anna from Austria

intersting observation and question for everybody

Normally I am very regularly with my Bm I need to go once or sometimes even twice a day but for some reason I could not go for about 3 days.

Today this luckily changed I could go again and I made a funny observation. Not only that I never did a big poo previously in my life, I even clogged my toilet but that is not the observation. That is normal that the amount is bigger after not going for about 3 days.

My observation is, that also the smell changed. it smelled way more intense than normal. Did you observe that in the past by yourself your smell is different after you have been constipated for quite some time or it is maybe just my imagination.

greetings

from Austria

Anna.


Mckenna

Saw an accident

Well, I witnessed an accident yesterday. I was at my city's Pride parade. I was watching it with some friends, one of whom lives in an apartment just off the parade route, so I was lucky enough that I could go inside and get refreshments and use the bathroom when I needed to. The other people at the parade...not so lucky. There were port-a-potties set up every few blocks, and my friends and I ended up standing about half a block away from one such group of toilets.

Well, an hour or so in, I noticed one young woman in line for the port-a-potties who was very obviously squirming a lot. She was maybe eight people or so deep in the line. I was intrigued by her predicament, so I made an excuse to my friends about wanting to a better vantage point to take pics of the parade floats, and walked over to get a closer look. She kept stepping back and forth in place, crossing her legs back and forth each time. The line moved forward at a reasonable pace, and within a few minutes she was only about four people back, so I assumed she was going to make it.

But then she started grabbing herself between the legs. At that point, other people started noticing what was going on, and one of the people in front of her in line offered to switch with her so she could go in faster. It ended up being too late for that - I heard her start swearing, and a few seconds later a dark stain spread down the inside of the legs of her khaki pants and started puddling on the ground. At the same time, she reached behind her and held herself from the back, her hand pressed against the seat of her pants. I wondered if she was soiling herself, or about to soil herself, but I couldn't see anything, and I wasn't close enough that I would have been able to hear or smell anything. The people in line near her noticed her accident and started stepping away from her.

Anyway, eventually the door to the port-a-potty opened. Everyone pretty much just let her push through to the front of the line so she could go in. She took her hand away from the back of her pants to open the door, and I saw that she had indeed had a small poop accident. There was no obvious bulge - her pants were kind of baggy - but there was a brown discoloration in her khakis a few inches across. That was the second time I've ever witnessed a soiling accident, and I couldn't help but think that it must be a nightmare to clean up in a port-a-potty.

So I wandered back over to my friends and made a mental note: never wait to use the bathroom at the last minute at an outdoor event! Has anyone else ever witnessed (or experienced) something similar?


Catherine

Saying Hello

To the anonymous poster and to Jenny in Seattle, who mentioned me a while back, it was so good to be remembered. I do peak at the forum even though I don't have much time to post. And, I love reading my favorites, like Victoria B, Mina, both Anna's, and others! Enjoy your doodie everyone!

Love to all!

Catherine!


To Icy

Dang, so you got caught? Those must have been color briefs if they came out fine, good thing they were briefs and held everything in place, otherwise you would have had a real bad mess


Michael W.

An Accident

Hey Everyone. I'm back. Its been a long time since I posted a story. The reason why I haven't posted on here in so long is bcz I lost Internet at my old house where I used to live at. Now I live in a new house and I have access to Internet again. I've been reading everyone's posts on my phone. Anyways, onto my story that I'd like to share.

It was March 2002. I was 13 years old, going on 14 and I was in 8th Grade. Me and my older bro Josh were at my mom's house for the weekend. My step bro Matt had just turned 11 years old and we were celebrating his birthday. I was in his bedroom listening to music on the radio with my cousin Dustin. Then "Thank You" by Dido started playing on the radio. (Remember that song?) There was something up with the speakers of the radio. Either it was a bad signal or the speakers were kind of blown out. Whenever the song playing on the radio would reach a bass the speakers on the radio would sound like somebody is farting. Dustin would ask me "Did you fart?" And I would say "No." And then the speakers would keep making that noise. And me and Dustin started laughing. I laughed so hard my face turned red and then I accidently pooped my pants. So then I ran out of the room and went into the living room to look into my duffel bag for a clean pair of boxers. Then I went straight to the bathroom. First I tried to use the bathroom that is right across the hallway from Matt's room. I couldn't use that bathroom bcz my sister Jeannea, Nicole, and Samantha were giving each other make overs. (Girls stuff) So I ran straight to the bathroom in my mom's room. No body was in that bedroom or bathroom. So I went into the master bathroom and closed and locked the door. I pulled down my jeans and boxers down around my ankles and sat on the toilet and then I started pooping. It was wet and creamy like soft serve ice cream. I checked the boxers that I was wearing and I saw the poop stain in them. So I took some toilet paper and I started wiping the stain off. I got most of the poop out but the brown stain was still there. So then I took off my jeans and boxers. And then I took the clean pair of boxers I put them on and then I put my jeans on. And then I looked at the side of the toilet for a plastic grocery bag from Walmart and then I put the soiled pair of boxers in the bag and then I tied the bag up. I was still pooping and I got bored sitting on the toilet. So I grabbed a magazine and started looking through it. I kept pooping and farting. And then I thought I was done. So I wiped with toilet paper and stood up and just then I felt I had to poop some more so I sat right back down on the toilet. I put the magazine back were I found it. Lil turds just kept sliding out of my butt. About five or ten minutes later my step dad Ron knocks on the door. "Who's in the bathroom?" Then I said "Me." Then he said "Okay." Then I think he left to use the other bathroom. I farted again and then I laughed. I waited for another turd to come out but nothing. So I wiped my butt with toilet paper until it was clean and then I pulled my boxers and jeans back up around my waist. Then I flushed the toilet. I left skid marks in the toilet bowl. And then I washed my hands and left the master bathroom. All in all I was in there for about 40 minutes. And then I went to the Family Room to play a video game on the Play Station with my cousin Kayla. And that's all for today. I don't know when I'll post again but I hope you enjoyed reading my story. And Happy Pooping to everyone.


Centalia

Survey and a childhood experience

Taylor's suvey:

1) How old are you? 34
2) How many bathrooms do you have?
1 at my parents' house; 1 at my apartment; 1 at Bennett's apartment.
3) How big are your poops?
If I remain regular, they are often soft and smaller; after a couple of days they can be the size of a flashlight and more time-on-toilet is needed.
4) Where do you poop the most? At my work; otherwise its about equal between my apartment or Bennett's place.
5) Where do you put your bottom at? Usually at shoe-level unless it is a really filthy public place like a gas station and then I don't want my clothing on a weed-on, leaked on floor.
6) How long does it take you to take a poop? I prefer the fast (minute or two) soft ones, but for the longer ones it might be 10 or 12 minutes. That's why I put paper over the seat for those situations. Hey, a woman's got to protect her assets!
7) Do you poop with friends? Yes and often when the two other ladies in the department we're in travel to trade shows.
8) Do your feet hang off the toilet? Not since grade school and junior high. By 6th grade I had grown to having my feet on the floor, but in 7th grade our middle school toilets were a bit higher, so I lost that advantage.
9th grade.
9) I don't like to admit this, yes, if I've been holding it in because of lines for the toilets or if I just ate a big meal or had several alcoholic drinks with Bennett.
10) Have you ever been walked in on? Yes. Several times when I was young and in a public stall, and didn't latch the door. My bad. At home my mom would worry about me being allegedly constipated and in need of assistance as I sat. She would stand there, ask me also these personal questions when was the last time I had tried to go. How much water I had drank in a given day at school? What I had eaten at lunch?
How well other friends of hers children were doing because of how they ate more roughage and something else I can't remember.

Pooing in the Park

When I was about 10 or 11 my mom's intrusive questions made me feel bad about myself and I started my walk to school each day about 10 minutes earlier. It had just gotten to a point at home that each morning I spent time on the toilet, mom would come in with all these intrusive questions. She felt I needed to drink more water at school, eat more roughage and there was something else that made me feel kind of dumb. So instead of her standing over me while I was on the toilet, I left for school early, and on my six block walk, I stopped at the park that I was cutting through anyway. It was much more relaxing for me to take my crap there, although I didn't have total privacy because there was no door on any of the toilets. I was able to sit in leisure and with the nice clean morning air and no aggressive questioning, I was able to complete my crap within ten minutes. And then I didn't have to stop and try to get onto a toilet before classes. Each day so many of my friends were turned away by the warning bell or they took tardy checks after the others made a run for class.

Then one evening when I came home, mom started questioning me again.
One of her friends who lives by the park was on her porch and saw me go into the park toilets several mornings in a row. Mom called the park bathrooms filthy, after I confessed, and said I was going to catch something really, really bad. She also worried about my security, but I tried to tell her the criminal types are not in the park that early in the morning. While my dad ended up mediating our argument, I promised mom that I would not sit directly on the toilet seat by covering it first. I still continue that habit today, more than 20 years ago. There's something satisfying about a morning crap and there's something even more tranquil about it being outdoors and in the park.


S

Recent Poo/response to Mark

Sorry all for the absence! I just haven't really had the time to post anything but I'm back!

Okay, so I just had a rather big one, it makes me proud to be honest. As I sat down it did slide out a lil bit but then it stopped, and wouldn't continue. I gave a few pushes before cracking and audibly straining, clenching my fists. "nnNNN... Rnn..." I could feel that this one definitely opened me wide, and upon closer inspection, I did notice that it had some blood on it!

Mark- Actually, yes, I've managed to get away with not using a public bathroom my whole life, believe it or not! I never really gave it much thought, but I guess I probably do have really good control!


Wednesday, July 03, 2019


Pee Man

Circular Urinal Trough

So I've been looking all over the internet, hoping to find the truth about this, and so I'm glad i found this site. I know most people have seen or have at least heard of those big circular troughs that act as wash basins in restrooms. They are big and round and have a foot control that makes water flow from the middle part. Now my question is, has anyone ever seen them used not as a sink but as a urinal? I'm not talking about a special situation where you had to pee in it as an emergency, like you would pee in a sink. I'm talking about a situation where the restroom was actually treating it as a urinal. A restroom that actually had sinks on the wall and had that circular trough as its urinal. I could swear when i was a kid my dad and i used one like that, and it was so amazing to pee in it, and there were other guys also using it all around it. It was absolutely incredible to me. I remember it was at some kind of park or fairgrounds or something. The foot control was used to keep it flushed. It even had a couple of stepstools there for little guys like me to use it. And there were definitely sinks on the wall, so it was a urinal. I'm really hoping I'm right about this. I'm also hoping for a lot of replies to this post. My dream is to someday find a place that actually has a urinal like this. I would love to be able to use it, preferably with other guys there peeing at the same time, but alone would work too.


Hi I hope this post fits here ok! But one time when I was like 6 me and my brother who was 10 and my parents were on a road trip. We were in the middle of nowhere basically and at our last rest stop we drank a lot of soda!! So me and my brother both really had to pee (he had to make a number 2 too) but we couldn't wait until the next rest stop! My dad pulled over and we both took our bottoms off including our underpants so we were both totally bottomless and ready to go. Neither of us cared if anyone saw our privates, we just needed to pee!

Me and my brother immediately got out of the car and I squatted down like a frog with my legs open and the pee was coming out of me like it was a race! I said "mmmm..." as soon as it started coming out because it felt so good to finally let it out! My brother also squatted down like he was a frog and started to pee. He didn't have to point his penis because he was squatting down. He started farting and I laughed. Poop started falling out of him like rain! It was noisy too! My mom got a tissue and she wiped me in between my legs (my vagina I mean) once I was all done. But the pee must've lasted for well over a minute! My brother was done after a few minutes too and she wiped him as well and we got back in the car and put our clothes back on. My mom washed her hands with some hand sanitizer.

Also another thing with me and my brother is one day when we were even younger we were out to eat with my mom and my brother said his stomach didn't feel right. I heard something and looked to see him red faced but didn't say anything. He was crossing his legs though. Mom asked "do you have to go potty?" He said yes. Since it was just the 3 of us she had to take both of us.

We got into the bathroom and before we even got into the first open stall my mom pulled his bottoms down and picked him up to rush him onto the toilet ASAP. That's when we realized it was too late. He had pooped in his pants! I covered my nose while my brother loudly exploded even more into the toilet. He began to tinkle and as soon as the urine started coming out of him he began to cry and whine. My mom knelt down and comforted him while he was using the bathroom but he was in a lot of pain. I guess he hadn't JUST soiled himself, because he looked like he had a rash (not to get too graphic, but,) on his penis and scrotum area as well as probably his bottom. Poop was all over those areas too. Once he was all finished, my mom wiped his behind and flushed. She tossed his bottoms in the trash and we came out of the stall (at the time I thought it was funny how he was half naked in front of everyone in the bathroom but now I realize he must've been very embarrassed especially being a boy). She wet a paper towel and tried her best to clean his little boyhood and bottom, though those areas were visibly red and irritated and it hurt to be touched where the rash was. She tried to make it quick though and she picked him up, wrapped her sweater around his lower half, and we paid and went home immediately to try to preserve his dignity and to get him in his bed to rest and take some medicine. Crazy..

Well I think that's all I wanted to share for today but I'm sure I'll come up with something else!! Bye


Vincene

Public toilets with my mom

Especially when we were out shopping or at big public events or traveling, Mom would take me into the toilet stall with her. She had to pee or poop more often than I did so I just accepted the fact that I needed to cooperate. I didn't mind so much until I was like 6 or 7 and it got cramped in the smaller toilet stalls. Also it seemed to take Mom longer to do even the most simple pee. She would pull off toilet paper, wipe the seat down and then pull off 3 strips of toilet paper. One for each side of the seat and then one over the back if it. Sometimes one would fall off before she took her seat and she would have to redo it. It amazes me how she would be able to hold her needs in without having an accident due to the papering. When I was like 4 or 5 she would pull me back between her legs, pull out a hair brush from her purse and comb my hair as she sat peeing away. Her stream was plenty loud, but because of the toilet paper covering she wasn't able to slide forward on the seat to get it to hit the porcelain like I do especially if those neighbors of mine are going to hear too much activity from me. Of course by age 16 I concluded the seat papering was a bit extreme and quit doing it. But even now at nearly 30, when Mom's with me in a public bathroom I will do the seat papering routine out of respect for her. Once when we were traveling to a family event together, we shared a gas station bathroom. I was first to use the toilet, and I didn't go through the ritual, and she called me out for it but sometimes its hard for me to remember when she and I are only together a couple of times a year, at most.


Aaron

Using underwear to clean up

Hey everyone. I was out shopping at the weekend and as usual I had to shit. I was at a department store, and headed towards the men's. It was a single cubicle toilet and two urinals. Fortunately there was nobody in the cubicle so I went in and did my business. It was really sloppy and wet. After I was empty I went to get some paper - but there was no paper! Why do I never check?! I often fall for this mistake. Only this time I couldn't just shuffle over to the next cubicle as there was only one! My crack was dirty and sticky and I didn't want to carry on my day being unclean down below. I looked down at my boxers. They were old - I'd had them since i was like 16. The elastic wasn't great and they were only cheap ones I'd bought in an outlet store. White Reebok boxers which weren't as comfortable as they were when I first bought them, plus they weren't likely to impress my girlfriend if you know what I mean! I decided I could sacrifice them. I made a decision that I would buy another pair whilst I was out shopping. A nicer branded pair that was more likely to impress! I'd just been paid so figured I could treat myself.

So I took my converse off and slipped off my shorts and placed them to one side. I took my boxers off and proceeded to use them to clean up. After I'd finished, i tossed them in the corner (what else could I do with them?) and put my shorts and converse back on. It felt quite good going commando! I flushed and left. I bought some really nice Calvins from the menswear department and went back to the mens toilets to put them on. I went back into the same cubicle and changed into them. I tossed the box into the corner with the old boxers which were still there. Later on at my GFs house, and she thought I looked really good in my new purchase!


Icy

It happened in public...

Ok it's been a week.., I think i'm ready to talk about it. Recently i've been getting into biking. And one morning, on my day off, I decided to bike right away while it was both cool and I wasn't hungry. I was riding in a nearby neighborhood when I realized I hadn't pooped yesterday and I was quickly becoming desperate. I also realized just how trapped I was. 20 minutes from home, with nowhere between here and there that wasn't just suburban streets. There's nowhere to go, or squat. So I sucked it up and kept going...and going...and quickly realized I was lost... I was biking for half and hour in circles and was losing my will.
So I stopped on the side of the road, it was about lunchtime and I hoped most ppl were not home at the time. It felt like time slowed down and I held my breath. While checking the map on my phone, I bent forward a bit on the handle bars and felt a big log surge into my briefs. I gasped out loud and quickly found a fast route home. I was close. I slowly sat down on the seat and prayed that it was solid enough not to stain. There was a good orange sized mess in my pants already and was not interested in it getting worse. I got one block and found the pain of holding to be unbearable. So I hopped off the bike, blushing hard as hell realizing my droopy pants where showing off to anyone looking out their window, and crouched next to my bike. I pretended like I was fixing the chain and grunted. I heard the voices of kids a house down from where I was pooping my pants. I just prayed they would stay put while the rest of my mess settled neatly in my pants. I listened to the crackle sounds and felt a grapefruit sized bulge was back there before I was done. I stood up with wobbly legs and sat back down with a squish. When I got home (several cars passed me too) I was unlucky enough to find my mom was home. I didn't have time to wait so I prayed she wasn't at the door. I rushed into the laundry room (which had a bathroom in it and is closest to the front door) and locked it behind me. I took two more squishy steps Inward and just sighed. I scavenged both the pants and briefs amazingly and tossed the underwear in the washer, which was later mixed with other laundry and fine. I made up an excuse about stomach problems and ended up getting away with it.
But that was... something else


Monday, July 01, 2019


Pee Man

Urinal

Not that i ever will, but if i ever owned a business like a restaurant or store or something like that, i would love to design the mens room so that there would be urinals that were nothing but empty stalls with tiled walls. There wouldnt be a toilet or anything in the stall, just three tiled walls and just enough space for you to stand and face the back wall. The whole stall would be the urinal. You would just pee freely onto the wall. You could either pee on the back wall or on either of the side walls. Your pee would just hit against the wall and then run down to a drain in the floor in a corner of the stall. I would love to be able to pee onto something like that, and i'm sure i'm not alone in this. I would love to have something like that. I may even put sommething like this in my own house if i ever have one. Great man cave idea for sure.


Dominic

Kids going with parents to the bathroom

Hey everyone--it's Dominic, one of the frequently-constipated users. But this is about something else:

Obviously it's normal for parents to take their young kids to the bathroom when the kids have to go, my parents did it with me and my brother. But what about when the parent has to go? Today I saw a young dad go in a stall with his son, but it wasn't his son who had to use the bathroom, it was the dad. So the son, maybe about 5, is just standing there talking while the dad is sitting there pooping. I thought it was kinda funny but also kinda cool that they're comfortable doing that. My dad certainly never did that--but I understand not wanting to leave your kid alone in a crowded bathroom with a bunch of other men around.

Anyone ever have an experience like that?


Anna from Austria
Yesterday I visted a outdoor festival. It was really fun and the weather was perfect.

After some drinks I needed to pee quite bad. There ware some chemical toilets out there but most people decided to go into the bushes instead. at first I wanted to my business on one of them but they were too disgusting.

So i went to bushes. Pulled down my pants and panties squatted down and started a loud hissing stream. Unfortunately my habit of doing pee farts from time lead to a somehow a funny situation This time pee farts could not be avoided as well and they were heard by some other ladies that were lucking for another bush and they mistook my pee farts for poo farts apparently and said better not go in my direction because there is somebody pooping.

Was quite funny and good for me, so had the lots of privacy for my pee. After I finished my pee i used some paper tissue and cleaned myself. Then I went back to my bf and our other friends.


that is my story for today

greetings from Austria

Anna


Taylor T
A couple days ago I posted my first story about my friend McKayla pooping at my house. I also noticed that there was already someone named Taylor also so now I'll just go by Taylor T instead. I also wanted to give a brief description of myself, I am 5'7 155 pounds blonde hair. I'm one of those popular girls that hangs out with all the other normal popular girls but behind closed doors I'm a big poop fanatic and I am very open with my private stuff. I was going back through pages after 2700 and saw a great survey from a girl named Sylvia.

To Sylvia: If you're still on this site great stories! I'm happy someone around my age can poop about the same size as me lol!

Survey:

1: How old are you: 16
2: How many bathrooms do you have: 4... Basement, 1st floor, 2nd floor, and 2nd floor but parents room
3: How big are your poops... Kinda big around 10 inches up to (and yes this is true I've measured before) 16 inches and 3 inches thick.
4: Where do you poop the most (School, Home, etc): About half and half, if I have to I'll poop at school but most of the time I don't need to until I get home
5: Where do you put your bottoms at (Pants, Shorts, etc.): Always around the ankles I feel much more free around there
6: How long does it take to take a poop: Usually anywhere from 3-5 minutes up to 9-10 minutes
7: Do you poop with friends: If they're with me in the bathroom sure I guess but I never ask if they want to poop with me
8: Do your feet hang off the toilet: No not since the 5th grade
9: Do you fart when you poop: Yes all the time, I drop my pants around my ankles, sit and pee, and then I push and most of the time it's a quiet fart but sometimes it'll be an explosive fart
10: Have you ever been walked in on: Yeah I was having a big poop a couple weeks ago and my mom walked in on me (I'll tell the story in another post)

That's it from me and I'll be making a few more posts in the coming days!


Mina[ppe]
Thank you to everybody who told me about toilet and bathtub in a same room or different rooms. If there is more information from other country like Australia or Switzerland or... I will be very happy!

Here in Japan some flats have bathrooms with toilet in the room, most people don't like but if you rent, rent cost is more expensive if toilet and bathtub are separate. In house and about half of flats, toilet and bathroom are separate. Kazuko said, if toilet is in bathroom, lots of space for three other girls to watch girl number four sitting on loo with busy bottom for long time, when we travelled Italy we had experience. In our flats, only enough space for one extra girl squat on floor next to girl with busy bottom, other two girls have to be at door (door is open always).

But after she said that, we all agree, better for loo to be separate, because when we are in hot tub, we don't want to see loo. Also in Japan we wash next to bathtub, not in bathtub, and we pour water over our body, it goes on floor of bathroom, then floor is wet so if someone go to loo, she get wet feet.

Today when I was on loo with Hisae beside me we talk about that. Maho and Kazuko were at door, and I was busy to push from my bottom. Maho and Kazuko say, "Go for it!" many times but off course I don't hurry, I go slowly. Hisae cleaned my bottom once when it was dirty, I said "Why you do that now? I don't finish" and she said, "because I want to do." Big noise of agreement from Kazuko and Maho at door. I was on loo for about 13 minutes.

I answer to Ally. You can see details in many posts I write, if you look at before pages, but I tell you little bit now. We four girls all eat like tyrannosaurus, we are always hungry it seems, and so we do very huge motions when we go to loo. Hisae goes 2 or 3 times in a day, she stays between 2 and 6 minutes, sometimes more, up to ten. But even she sit only two minutes, she does something huge because it comes out very quickly.

But I and Maho and Kazuko go only once in a day, I sometimes skip a day and Maho often. So our motions are much bigger than Hisae's motions. Kazuko's motions are biggest because she is biggest eater. She stays on loo about 10 or 15 minutes, me and Maho too, because it is very relaxed to sit on loo! and we open our bottom many times.

I admire you that you train your body well to do satisfying motion many times. Maybe we are same, but for us it is unconscious, I think. And we love vegetables very very much. They are much fibre, so our motions even bigger than if we eat only meat. Ally, which country you live in? We live in Japan.

When I tell my friends that you are surround by many beautiful girls with beautiful bottoms, my friends shout big noise. My three friends have beautiful body and beautiful bottom. I think I don't have, but if I say, they shout, Minappe!! Beautiful body and beautiful bottom! and hit me many times on bottom, of course only little spank, so no hurt. I have to believe them, even I think they are more beautiful.

I answer to Leo. After motion, always we look in loo. Even it is our motion or our friends' motion. And because our motions very huge, we flush in middle and we look before flush, usually there is large brown melon with many bumps in loo, then we flush and sit down and open our bottom again and when we finished, we see another large brown melon, about same size. But for Hisae, only one flush. Because we use washlet to wash our bottom, we don't need paper so much, so we don't worry about clog (but I have to touch the wood).

Sorry everyone, maybe I can't post until middle of July. I am going to be busy very much. But your very own Minappe never forget you, I hope everyone has happy time in loo and everywhere, and if you are in hot country, beware heat stroke, it is dangerous very much.

Love to everyone.

Mina[ppe] and 3 friends


Bianca

Favorite Shit Places

It's Bianca. When I go back to thinking about that hotel that I spent the night at in June of this year, I often imagine taking a big shit there! I love to imagine sitting for a good 15 minutes, and looking forward to the powerful flush! I love toilets with a strong flush. Today at Cracker Barrel, I used one with auto flush. The bathroom sounded like a decent size (only a little big), and had the stalls across from the sinks. I didn't get a good chance to check it out, because there was a lot of people from the ???? there for lunch. Does anyone have a favorite place to imagine taking a big shit at? Bye!


Dominic

Kids going with parents to the bathroom

Hey everyone--it's Dominic, one of the frequently-constipated users. But this is about something else:

Obviously it's normal for parents to take their young kids to the bathroom when the kids have to go, my parents did it with me and my brother. But what about when the parent has to go? Today I saw a young dad go in a stall with his son, but it wasn't his son who had to use the bathroom, it was the dad. So the son, maybe about 5, is just standing there talking while the dad is sitting there pooping. I thought it was kinda funny but also kinda cool that they're comfortable doing that. My dad certainly never did that--but I understand not wanting to leave your kid alone in a crowded bathroom with a bunch of other men around.



Anna from Austria
Yesterday I visted a outdoor festival. It was really fun and the weather was perfect.

After some drinks I needed to pee quite bad. There ware some chemical toilets out there but most people decided to go into the bushes instead. at first I wanted to my business on one of them but they were too disgusting.

So i went to bushes. Pulled down my pants and panties squatted down and started a loud hissing stream. Unfortunately my habit of doing pee farts from time lead to a somehow a funny situation This time pee farts could not be avoided as well and they were heard by some other ladies that were lucking for another bush and they mistook my pee farts for poo farts apparently and said better not go in my direction because there is somebody pooping.

Was quite funny and good for me, so had the lots of privacy for my pee. After I finished my pee i used some paper tissue and cleaned myself. Then I went back to my bf and our other friends.


that is my story for today

greetings from Austria

Anna


Kamdyn

Supervision in airport bathroom

I'm child sitting for several families. Most of the parents are pretty supportive of my work, but I don't know because I get my self into situations I shouldn't. When the parents hear about it they express "concerns."

The other day I had to take Malory, 7, and Tyna, 8, to the airport with me to pick up grandma. But her flight took off late and I had these really energetic girls to entertain while we waited and waited. It was 2 in the afternoon and the girls were getting restless. Tyna, whose mom says she has a pea-size bladder needed to go to the bathroom for the third time. In situations like that I also take the other children with me in too. It just seems safer and more efficient. Both of them seemed surprised at the number of toilets that were in about 4 lines back-to-back in the huge room. While I was looking for 3 adjacent toilets available, this really rude boy probably about 4, sneaked up behind us, tapped the girls on their backs and then tried to hide among the crowd. I got pissed and down the aisle found what I was looking for. Three open toilets. I checked the one on the left, pushed Malory in and I signaled by Tyna to take the one on the right.
I waited for Malory to get in and up on the seat before I checked to make sure she had latched her door. She's had a couple of embarrassing moments when she's forgotten.

So with the girls in secured cubicles, I walked into the middle one, dropped my jeans and black thong to my knees and took the warm seat. I had noticed there was no door on the cubicle, but I've gotten adept at peeing in open at my high school and at one of the parks we frequent. My stream was just starting with the initial noise in the bowl and I was looking between my legs for amusement when I heard a voice and looked up. Rude boy was standing within a foot of me. Then he started firing off all of the obnoxious questions, my name, was I doing Number 1 or 2 like he said his mother was, how I got the purple mark on my right knee (softball), and I started to get furious with him. Luckily without stopping my pee stream and with my large reach, I reached out, grabbed him, quickly turned him around and gave him a shove. I admit it was harder than I should have and he want stumbling into the aisle.

The boy was still in the aisle when Malory and Tyna got done and flushed and when they were standing in front of my toilet waiting, the boy had started to cry. His mother came rushing over, texting up a storm, and saying she was going to turn me into airport security. She said something about my not being fit to babysit because I overreacted and something about me having bad judgment. Tyna started to get into it with the lady and I had to cut her off, taking her and Malory's hand and taking them into the far room where I knew the lady probably wouldn't follow us to.

I don't think I really did anything wrong. The boy, who my boyfriend called Junior Perv, should not have been in there without direct supervision. Just because his mother was using her pit stop to get caught up on her messages, I don't know what more I could have done.


Taylor T
A couple days ago I posted my first story about my friend McKayla pooping at my house. I also noticed that there was already someone named Taylor also so now Iíll just go by Taylor T instead. I also wanted to give a brief description of myself, I am 5í7 155 pounds blonde hair. Iím one of those popular girls that hangs out with all the other normal popular girls but behind closed doors Iím a big poop fanatic and I am very open with my private stuff. I was going back through pages after 2700 and saw a great survey from a girl named Sylvia.

To Sylvia: If youíre still on this site great stories! Iím happy someone around my age can poop about the same size as me lol!

Survey:

1: How old are you: 16
2: How many bathrooms do you have: 4... Basement, 1st floor, 2nd floor, and 2nd floor but parents room
3: How big are your poops... Kinda big around 10 inches up to (and yes this is true Iíve measured before) 16 inches and 3 inches thick.
4: Where do you poop the most (School, Home, etc): About half and half, if I have to Iíll poop at school but most of the time I donít need to until I get home
5: Where do you put your bottoms at (Pants, Shorts, etc.): Always around the ankles I feel much more free around there
6: How long does it take to take a poop: Usually anywhere from 3-5 minutes up to 9-10 minutes
7: Do you poop with friends: If theyíre with me in the bathroom sure I guess but I never ask if they want to poop with me
8: Do your feet hang off the toilet: No not since the 5th grade
9: Do you fart when you poop: Yes all the time, I drop my pants around my ankles, sit and pee, and then I push and most of the time itís a quiet fart but sometimes itíll be an explosive fart
10: Have you ever been walked in on: Yeah I was having a big poop a couple weeks ago and my mom walked in on me (Iíll tell the story in another post)

Thatís it from me and Iíll be making a few more posts in the coming days!


Sunday, June 30, 2019


Hi everyone

Taylor - I've seen those signs on trains before! They made me laugh! Good story about your poo at work.

Leo - I don't normally look to be honest, the only time would be if I had to poo outside, which I rarely do.

Miranda - that sounds bad about your park toilets. I'm guessing you're from America by your reference to "states" and I've never understood why a lot of American toilets don't have doors etc. I've seen references to it in posts on here before. The only toilets without doors in the UK are when there's been vandalism. Most public toilets in parks etc, which are left open and unattended, have big metal panels which are more resistant to vandalism or, worst case, can be cleaned or painted.

Two stories from me recently. I was back home last weekend and on Monday my dad offered me a lift to the station for my train back, but on the way he had to go to a shop. On the way we passed a school just after the end of the school day and there was a boy probably about 8 or 9 who suddenly pulled his thing out in the middle of the pavement, then went and had a wee up against a lamp post! I thought it was odd and he must have been very desperate.

Over the weekend I went to the pub in the afternoon with a couple of friends of mine from home, we left at about 8pm on the Sunday so there was still quite a bit of daylight. I was walking home with my friend Emily who lives a few streets away from me, and to get from the pub back to our roads its quickest to take a shortcut across some fields and a playing field.

We'd been walking about 20 minutes when Emily goes "Ahhh" and I ask what's up "Schoolboy error, I didnt go for a wee before we left the pub" she crossed her legs and bent over a bit "I'm pretty desperate, I'll have to go behind a bush!".

"Ah, i could probably do with one too to be honest, but you go first!" I replied.

"Let's go in these bushes at the edge" she said pointing.

We carried on to the edge of the field where the path passed into next field, and a line of bushes divided them. As we approached Emily walked ahead and then went sideways between the bushes. "Is this ok do you think?" asked Emily, "Yeah I think so" i replied. She pulled up her blue dress and took her black lackey knickers down to her knees, then squatted down in a low squat and groaned slightly as she started weeing strongly down onto the ground.

"Ahh I needed that, wow" she said as she carried on watering the ground.

"You're making me more desperate!" I said, as I could feel my own bladder start to scream, I was worried I'd start dribbling shortly.

"I'm almost done!" said Emily "then you can take my place". Sure enough her stream died down and I took the opportunity to lift up my white dress and pull down my knickers (white with blue and red polka dots) to my knees, expecting relief any second. "Oh hang on there's a bit more coming!" said Emily.

At that point my bladder contracted and I went "owww!" as I felt a dribble leak out and onto the ground. "Ahh shit!" I said as I squatted down on the path and exploded "Sorry Em I really really couldn't wait another second, it was coming out whatever I did".

"Aah that's ok, happens to us all" said Emily. She stood up and pulled her knickers up and let her dress down. She couldn't leave the bushes as I was squatting over the entrance! It took a while but my stream died down and I could then pull my knickers up, very relieved!

Will message again soon!

Imogen


Taylor

Porta Potty visit

There's a big event going on at my town this weekend, from Friday to Sunday and I decided to attend it today (Friday). I wasn't particularly bothered about the event instead I was more interested in the toilet situation. I left my house just before 5pm needing to poop and with a full bladder and walked into town. I told myself I wasn't allowed home until I had relieved myself. It took me 15 minutes to get to town and it was already really busy, people everywhere. I decided it was best I found some toilets straight away before they got too grim and I really needed a wee, I didn't want to wet myself! I walked around for a couple of minutes and spotted a row of four porta potties, with four lines in front of them. Luckily they wasn't too long and I wouldn't have to wait much. I joined the shortest line and waited as I slowly crept closer to the toilet. There was six people in front of me and I was stood directly behind a tall blonde in her 20's wearing denim shorts and a crop top. I couldn't help but notice her jiggling about in front of me, clearly very desperate for a wee!

The line slowly moved forward and it wasn't long before the blonde dashed into the porta potty, slamming the door shut behind her. She must have been bursting. I patiently waited as she did her business, starting to get jiggly myself. I expected her to be straight in, have a wee and be straight out again but she actually took a few minutes. I had been stood at the front of the queue for about five minutes when the door opened and she walked out. "It's all yours!" She happily said with a beaming smile, holding the door for me. I thanked her and closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it and I was hit by the very strong smell of perfume. It was actually lovely and much better than the alternative. The seat was clean so I bunched my loose skirt up around my waist, pulled my knickers down to my knees and sat. It was still warm! After only a couple of seconds I started peeing and I couldn't help but sigh from the relief. It felt so good to finally pee. It was making sort of a drumming sound against the plastic mixed with the splashing which I found rather interesting.

I had been peeing for about 20 seconds when the wide head of my poop crowned and slowly inched out of me, it was wonderful and I made the most of the sensation, really enjoying the fact so many people were waiting outside. My poop was rather long and fell into the toilet with a thud, the next piece keeping me open. I stayed relaxed as it came out at it's own pace and it soon joined the other. I was opened up for a third time and it felt just as nice as the others, opening me enough to feel good but still moving easily. I finished peeing as it came out, going for maybe a minute in total and once it fell with another thud I got some toilet paper to wipe with. I wiped my front and then used three pieces for my behind. I'm surprised it wasn't the really cheap and nasty stuff! Once nice and clean I stood up and pulled up my knickers before smoothing out my skirt, sprayed some hand sanitiser and then left, holding the door for the next person, a early teens brunette girl.


Miranda

Deteriorating condition of park toilets

School's out and I'm spending much of each day at one of our state's largest parks. Some days its just Kendall and me but most days I'm babysitting as many as three kids each day. What's frustrating and different this year is that the public toilets have deteriorated to a point where very few of the users seem to care what they are leaving behind. There's often almost no flushing when the child gets down from using the toilet. And you can forget handwashing too. The sinks are dirty and the plumbing leaks, but at least the faucets work most of the time. The panels around the two toilets were taken down a couple of years ago because of criminal stuff going on. So you just sit on one of the two toilets coming out of the wall.

Friday afternoon Kendall was finishing off a canvas painting and because we had shared a couple of big water jugs, I had to pee. So I took Halli, a 6 year-old I baby sit in with me. We had been at the park for 6 hours already and Halli hadn't taken a bathroom break. She dropped her shorts and got up on the toilet on the left. I asked her to look into the bowl. It was full of crap. So she hopped off and I flushed it for her. The toilet was a bit high for her so she was swinging her legs and clothing quite freely as the pee started to hit the water. Then she got off, got back on by sliding herself farther back and with a wider spread of her legs, poo pieces started to splash into the water.

Like Halli, I had to flush a bowl full of several persons' poop that was deteriorated pretty badly. Then I took my seat which seemed a bit sticky compared to the last time I had used that toilet about 5 hours before. I told Halli she should be drinking more water on hot summer days, but she said that will make her pee more and her mother only wants her to use public toilets in emergency situations. I told her about urinary tract infections and how when I was her age, I learned the hard way that a loss of privacy and a few germs are better than the alternative.

Halli's a good flusher and hand washer. As for the other users, they're so frustrating.


Tyler

places to pee

I was cleaning out an apartment today where the little boy would often pee in the corner of the dining room or one of the bedrooms. It didn't smell, but you could see where the dust washed into a puddle under the carpet before the pee dried. Does any one else have places around the house where their kids usually pee?


Lavah

a few replies

To Tammy - Great story! That sounds like such a difficult poop, but I'm glad you had friends around to help you! Thank goodness for friends who understand the struggles of constipation! I'm so sorry to hear that your daughter has IBS, although I'm sure it's nice to finally get some answers. I'm glad Reece has a mom like you and I hope she's able to find friends as considerate and caring as yours! Thank you so much for the support! Stay strong!!!

To Timothy - I'm glad you like my posts! I enjoy reading yours as well! Your last live poop seemed very difficult. I'm glad you got it out of your system!

To Leo - I was raised to ALWAYS look in the toilet after I've pooped (or peed!) I was taught that it's a necessary way to make sure your body is healthy. Also, growing up, I was taken to several different doctors to help figure out why I was always so constipated and most of those doctors had me keep track of the size, color, smell, and consistency of my poops over time, so I'm very used to checking. I don't find it nasty at all!

Lavah


Leo

@Lavah, Tammy, Imogen, Abbie (and others)

Hi Ladies,

I always enjoy reading your stories. While at the same time I feel pity for the suffering it causes you I am also amazed about the size of the poos you seem to produce in such sessions. However, you never comment about that you are looking at the results of your efforts, nor about those of your friends. I was just wondering: Don't you ever do that, especially after a really relieving dump? (I have asked a similar question once but not sure whether you saw it then). As to myself, curiosity would kill me :)

Cheers,
Leo


To Victoria- laugh out loud to that sign you saw!!! I have an idea!! You should get toilet paper with a picture your ex!!! Then you can wipe your ass with his face and flush him down the toilet!!!! I'm just finished pooping and I'm going to imagine my ex on the toilet paper!! Take that!!!.... just kidding, our ex's do not deserve too look at hour butts... even when dirty!!!

I sat down the other day and almost pooped in my thong!! I took downmy pajama pants but forgot to pull down my thong!! I don't poop in them , but I did squirt a few ml, so I had to take those off!!! I have clean poop stains of light color thongs, but never urine. I hope the yellow comes off better than the brown! Usually I sleep with no underwear but I forgot to take my thong off last night!!

-Catherine and Anna from Canada in case you happen to peak on the forum miss you !! I wish everyone good fortune where we probably will not have time to check or post here as often as we used too, hope you both are well!


Ally
Hi
Im new to this site,29yo female,slim,black hair,half Italian,half Irish woman.I discovered this site,thanks to a friend,guess where in the office toilet.I usually poop 3-4 times a day depending on what I've eaten.Usually I'd wake up in the morning at 7 and head directly to bathroom and have a satisfying dump. After that I'd have breakfast and my morning coffee and head out to work at about 9am.By 10am I'd have to take my second poop,which would be even more satisfying than the firat one with more thicker logs.Fortunately I'd have some company,as a lot of our female employees have their routine poo at this time.My next poo would come around at 4 or 5 when Im about to leave the office. I'd try to do it at the office most of the times as it could get worse as time goes on...Usually I'd have to poop next before going to bed,but sometimes the urge strikes me at around 6 or 7 when I've finished my gym workout or sometimes mid work out! It usually isn't a big deal but there are girls having 3000 calorie diets who take massive dumps and Ill have to deal with all the smell or unflushed turds when I go to the bathroom.Seriously,all those beautiful girls with those beautiful bodies (and butts!) Would take massive shits on a daily basis.Wow!Anyways,I was wondering how everyone else's routine was,how much times you poo a day,where all you poo.I even wanna know when all people eat and hoe much time it takes to poo...coz this routine that I talked about was very hard to achieve.Earlier in my college days,I would go for days without pooping and then i would poop big multiple times a day.And this cycle would continue itself.Then I started working out,got myself into probiotics and fibre supplements and now here I am.It would mean a lot if you guys could share your stories regarding your routines and how you manage them.Cheers,much love.


Taylor

My Friend Pooping at My House!

So a couple weeks ago on a Saturday, I was in my bed watching TV and my friend McKayla called me asking if I wanted to hang out. I told her she could come over to my house since my Mom wouldn't be home all day. This was at about 8:30 and I told her she could come to my house around 12:30-1. I cleaned up the house a bit and once I finished vacuuming the basement I knew I had to go poop and that it would be big since I hadn't pooped in about 2 days. I got in the bathroom dropped my pajamas around my ankles and sat on the cold seat. Instantly I farted a tiny bit and a long crackly turd made its way out and dropped in the toilet with a big splash. As I rolled off some toilet paper and wiped my bum I heard the doorbell ring so I redressed myself and closed the lid and flushed the toilet. I went upstairs and let McKayla in the house. We were just talking in the kitchen and she asked me where the bathroom was, I told her to use the bathroom downstairs since we'd be down there in a bit. I was making us some nachos and she came back upstairs and asked, "Where's the plunger?" "Why you took a poop that fast" "No there's a massive turd in the toilet" and my heart immediately dropped because I knew it was mine. I led her downstairs and went to the closet and grabbed the plunger. I started plunging my poop down the toilet and since it's only me and my mother who live in the house McKayla said, "Wow your mom has some big poops" "Well it wasn't my Mom" "Who was it then" "Me" "Jeez that's yours that thing is massive". I flushed the toilet and it went down, and as I flushed McKayla undid her belt and began bringing down her pants and panties and sat down I put the plunger next to the toilet and she continued to bring her pants around her ankles and she said "Oooh the seat is still warm" "Haha I'll leave you alone for now". I shut the door and went over to the closet (By the way the bathroom was being remodeled) and I went to the back corner which was missing a piece of the wall looking into the bathroom. I looked over and she was sitting there with her arms around her stomach and making these little farts. I heard a big "dunk" in the toilet and Michaela sigh, and then another big "plunk". She said "????" and called my name, and said she needed toilet paper. I went to the upstairs bathroom and grabbed the toilet paper out of the closet and went back downstairs. As soon as I opened the door, McKayla was spraying Febreeze by the toilet and I saw two massive turds in the toilet and her pale bum facing me. She said Thank You and I shut the door. I was very surprised about how big McKayla's poop, it would have easily been around 20 inches long if it didn't break in half coming out of her bum.


Ally
Hi
Im new to this site,29yo female,slim,black hair,half Italian,half Irish woman.I discovered this site,thanks to a friend,guess where in the office toilet.I usually poop 3-4 times a day depending on what I've eaten.Usually I'd wake up in the morning at 7 and head directly to bathroom and have a satisfying dump. After that I'd have breakfast and my morning coffee and head out to work at about 9am.By 10am I'd have to take my second poop,which would be even more satisfying than the firat one with more thicker logs.Fortunately I'd have some company,as a lot of our female employees have their routine poo at this time.My next poo would come around at 4 or 5 when Im about to leave the office. I'd try to do it at the office most of the times as it could get worse as time goes on...Usually I'd have to poop next before going to bed,but sometimes the urge strikes me at around 6 or 7 when I've finished my gym workout or sometimes mid work out! It usually isn't a big deal but there are girls having 3000 calorie diets who take massive dumps and Ill have to deal with all the smell or unflushed turds when I go to the bathroom.Seriously,all those beautiful girls with those beautiful bodies (and butts!) Would take massive shits on a daily basis.Wow!Anyways,I was wondering how everyone else's routine was,how much times you poo a day,where all you poo.I even wanna know when all people eat and hoe much time it takes to poo...coz this routine that I talked about was very hard to achieve.Earlier in my college days,I would go for days without pooping and then i would poop big multiple times a day.And this cycle would continue itself.Then I started working out,got myself into probiotics and fibre supplements and now here I am.It would mean a lot if you guys could share your stories regarding your routines and how you manage them.Cheers,much love.


Wednesday, June 26, 2019


Canada poop

To Asheigh

Hi Asheigh yes please do share more stories but I'd also ask if these are really accidental as even you said she doesn't seem care my cousin used do it daily for because she didn't want stop doing something or because she was often constipated and found it easier to go in her pants then sit on toilet for long periods we didn't make a big deal about it and she out grew it' eventually


Bianca

Mom

Dear Toiletstool,
Mom has had diarrhea for 3 days now. Wednesday night, she ran to the bathroom all night with it. The diarrhea flushed everything right through, so she became weak after a while. She's still sick today, but hopefully should be better by tomorrow. To Allison: great creativity with your pee choice! If both of my toilets were being used, I'd either go for a puppy pad myself, or maybe even outside. Bye!


Mark

Automatic Toilet & Reply to S

S, i am exactly the same as you, i hate public toilets and i always try and hold it. I normally try to wait until nobody is home so i can go in private. Or i'll turn the shower on, to mask the.. sounds. I often don't go for days so they normally end up pretty big, which can get embarrassing when I have to flush multiple times. That's why I like to be home alone to do it so nobody can hear the flushes and guess what i'm doing.

I never used the toilets at school for "that", but I did have quite a few close calls where I ducked into somewhere on my way home to reluctantly let it out in a public loo. I used the ones in College a few times out of desperation because there were some rarely used ones at the top of the science area, but even then, i'd rather not. Have you really managed to never go in public once your whole life so far? You must have good control.

As for recent stories, I don't really have many at the moment. I did have to use one of those automatic toilets you pay to enter the other week because i really had to go, but it was disgusting. It's a green looking small thing in the middle of the street and you have to pay to use it, so i put the coins in and shuffled a bit waiting for the door to hurry up and open.

Inside it stank, and as i turned and shut the automatic door behind me I almosr coughed a bit. The "toilet" if you could call it that was just a small white bowl with no water in it and not even a toilet seat! I papered the seat but even then it looked soggy due to all the pee on it. I gave up and decided to awkwardly hover over it, because it was starting to come out. There's a big mirror directly facing it, so it was embarrassing watching myself perched over this slimy basin. I held the wall with my hand for support as almost immediately two large logs hit the bowl with a splat and I gasped in relief.

As i pushed to make sure I was done, I realised how much worse I had made the smell. These toilets don't flush until you open the door, so as i started wiping, the room started to absolutely reek of poo. I decided to hurry up and get out of there quick. Not a pleasant experience!


Taylor

Toilet signs

Victoria - I am glad you enjoyed my story, if you happen to try it yourself please tell us all about it!

Our trains have a sign very similar to yours on the underside of the toilet lid! "Please don't flush nappies, sanitary towels, paper towels, gum, old phones, unpaid bills, junk mail, your ex's sweater, hopes, dreams or goldfish down this toilet."


Air Force Vet

Young and Incontinent

I am a 27 year old air force veteran and I have bladder spasms and irritable bowel syndrome. I have lots of accidents and its really difficult to be social. If there is anyone out their who can relate to having continence issues please let me know.


SquatSpotter
Allison-

Get a portable urinal. Those are awesome and they make them for men and women. Did you post here awhile back? i think i remember reading some of yours. Let us know what you figure out.


menamerized

Farts-a-Plenty

Today I went to see Aladdin for the second time with my aunt and during the showing there was a guy sitting behind us that farted really loud. It was like "VRRRRRP (pause) FRRRRT!" and I think it must've lasted for about a minute even with that pause.

Funny thing is, I laughed so hard during 'Friend Like Me' that *I* ended up farting too...but mine were nothing compared to the poor guy behind us.


Bianca

Luck

To Ashleigh: good luck with getting Ava to stop pooping her pants! If by any chance she really can't help it, the best course of action is to get help. If I remember correctly, I think I took medicine for my incontinence issues. Perhaps if on the other hand Ava is doing it on purpose, I think it's best to talk to her to find out why. I'm going on the hunch though, that Ava really can't help it given the fact she has cried. I don't think anyone who poops on purpose would cry that I know of. My poop this morning sputtered out in chunks, and felt great. It's such a great feeling to read Toiletstool as it is writing emails to Otis Elevator from Connecticut! If they're offices are housed in a large facility, I bet the bathrooms are big. When I read emails from Rubi (she's been writing back most often lately) I sometimes imagine she has a good pee gush, and hope her poos are all well. Another person who has written before (Mannon), I'm sure has great bathroom experiences, too. Yesterday my poop was a bit broken up, too. Bye!


To Victoria- laugh out loud to that sign you saw!!! I have an idea!! You should get toilet paper with a picture your ex!!! Then you can wipe your ass with his face and flush him down the toilet!!!! I'm just finished pooping and I'm going to imagine my ex on the toilet paper!! Take that!!!.... just kidding, our ex's do not deserve too look at hour butts... even when dirty!!!

I sat down the other day and almost pooped in my thong!! I took downmy pajama pants but forgot to pull down my thong!! I don't poop in them , but I did squirt a few ml, so I had to take those off!!! I have clean poop stains of light color thongs, but never urine. I hope the yellow comes off better than the brown! Usually I sleep with no underwear but I forgot to take my thong off last night!!

-Catherine and Anna from Canada in case you happen to peak on the forum miss you !! I wish everyone good fortune where we probably will not have time to check or post here as often as we used too, hope you both are well!


Abbie

Latest update

Hi everyone, sorry I haven't posted for ages, I've been really busy and just haven't had chance.
Imogen- sorry to hear you've had an upset stomach and glad you made it onto the loo in time when you were bursting for a poo, sounded like it was pretty close!
Anyway, after a bit of an easier time and getting into a fairly good 'every other day' rhythm as far as my bowels are concerned I have unfortunately started to get constipated again this last week or so, and have slid right back into only wanting a poo every 3 or 4 days. As always when I go that long between poos my first log is really fat, hard and dry, I can push it out a bit but before I know where I am it starts going back up my bum which is just sooo frustrating!! The only solution then is to push and strain really hard and spend ages on the loo. This specific story is from last Friday when Lucys cousin Lydia stayed for the weekend, she's been doing exams recently so Lucy and I finished work early and met up with her in town after her last exam of the day. We went to get a coffee and a cake and as we were sitting in the cafe Lydia pulled a face and rubbed her belly, Lucy asked her if she was OK and she said, "Yeah I've just got really bad bellyache, I think I need to have a poo, I tried to go earlier on at school but I couldn't!"
"Do you want to use the loo here or would you rather go back home?" I asked. Lydia thought for a second and said, "Actually, do you mind if we go? I've been a bit constipated lately so I'd rather relax and take my time!" As we were walking back to the bus stop I felt a few twinges and realised that I was starting to want a poo as well, just as Lydia had done I clutched my belly and Lucy said, "Do you need to go for a poo as well Abbie?" and I said, "Yeah, I'm not too desperate yet though!" We got back home a few minutes later and Lydia was jiggling up and down on the doorstep as Lucy unlocked the door, she said, "Please hurry, I'm literally just about to poo my pants!" We all went upstairs to the bedroom, I had totally forgotten that Lucy and I had left loads of our knickers drying on a clothes airer, its been so wet recently that we've got really behind with the washing and we'd both practically run out of clean underwear! Typically my most embarrassing knickers were on display (as in really grim flowery ones!!) I could feel myself blushing a bit as I said, "Sorry about our knickers, we haven't done any washing for ages, it's been so wet!"
Lydia said, "Don't worry, I've been drying my pants in my room too, I know what you mean, its been impossible to keep up with the washing!" At least Lydia wears normal cotton girls pants rather than anything trendy so I tried not to feel too embarrassed. She quickly went over to the ensuite, lifting her grey school skirt, she was wearing a tight pair of pink knickers with yellow and blue flowers and butterflies which she dropped to her knees before sitting down heavily on the loo. She looked down at her knickers and said, "Damn, I've got a massive skidmark, I'll have to change my pants when I'm done!" She then took a deep breath and started to push straight away, with each push some wee spurted down into the loo. After a few minutes she was starting to go quite red and her grunts were getting louder but nothing seemed to be happening, Lucy and I were trying to take her mind off it by chatting about all sorts. "Sorry about all the grunting, it comes out a bit but it goes back up my bum when I stop pushing!" gasped Lydia.
"When did you last manage to have a poo?" Lucy asked.
"UmmÖ I went at school Monday lunchtime, I knew I was getting constipated then coz I had a really hard time but luckily I went to the loo with Annabelle and she was struggling as well so at least there was two of us were sitting there grunting!!" Lydia paused and then added, "But I haven't been able to have a poo since even though I've been trying every day as soon as I get to school and again at lunchtime!"
"Well at least you were able to go with Annabelle," I said, "I remember getting really embarrassed when I was constipated and I wanted a poo at school, I would have to sit there for ages and I couldn't help grunting as I pushed, I knew other girls would hear me but sometimes I was lucky enough to be next door to another girl who would be having a hard poo and grunting as well!"
"Well, I always use the girls loos by the library when I need to have a poo at school," said Lydia as she started to push again. "Most girls using them seem to want a poo and judging by how long some of them spend in there and the noises they make I'm not the only one who gets constipated!"
"Yeah, to be honest I think a lot of school kids end up suffering with constipation," Lucy said, "I know it happened to me and Abbie and a lot of our friends, I don't think only being able to use the loo at set times really helps, when I was at school I would always get the urge for a poo mid morning but I just didn't have time to go at morning break so I would hold it in and then end up constipated!"
"Yeah I totally agree, I have to hold my poo in a lot at school and then its always harder when I eventually get round to going, I've talked to my friends about it and some of them have exactly the same problem and get constipated alot too! Anyway, if I'm ever gonna finish this poo I'm gonna have to stop talking!" Lydia panted, and she started to push really hard and go red in the face. After several more minutes of straining I was just about to ask her if she was OK when she suddenly gasped and a massive plop rang around the room. She stayed to finish off with a few more bits before wiping her bum and flushing, she then stood up, took off her knickers and went back into the bedroom to find some clean ones. "Right, my turn now, I haven't been for a poo in a few days either so I'm gonna struggle too!" I said as I went over to the toilet and dropped my jeans and green knickers to my knees. As I sat down and started to push I could feel a hard lump slowly moving down inside me, after a couple of minutes the tip of a really dry and massive poo was starting to come out. Lydia came back in and sat on the floor cross legged, she was still wearing her school skirt and I could see her knickers, her clean ones were plain white and looked even tighter than the ones she'd had on earlier! When I stopped pushing it started to get sucked back up my bum, which I had predicted would happen but I was kind of hoping I might be wrong! "Sorry, I've got exactly the same problem, it keeps going back up my bum!" I gasped, I had to carry on pushing as hard as I could until I managed to get the widest part through. Then of course it ended up getting stuck, so I had to give a few massive pushes and could feel I was going red, I was making some really loud grunts but tried not to get too embarrassed. Lucy and Lydia just kept chatting as I heaved and grunted away, I was straining so hard I couldn't really say anything though! Lydia was fidgeting around on the floor, suddenly she knelt and reached up under her skirt, she said, "Sorry, these pants are stuck up my bum, there way too small for me, I've had them since like Year 8 but I couldn't find any other clean ones to bring!"
Finally I felt the poo moving again and a minute or so later it dropped into the loo with a massive splash. Lucy said, "Are you done yet Abs, only I really want a poo now, watching you two has made me desperate!!" I told her I still had to do a bit more but I could feel that the next log would be a lot easier to get out. A couple of logs later I was done, I quickly wiped my bum, pulled my knickers and jeans back up and then flushed, luckily somehow it all went away. I swopped places with Lucy, she pulled down her leggings and yellow flowery knickers and then sat. She started to have a wee, her stream fizzing down into the bowl, and as it dribbled to a stop a few seconds later I heard her take a deep breath and saw her belly tensing as she started to push. She couldn't help grunting as she released her breath, and very quickly she took another breath and bore down again. She did this another four or five times and by this time had gone red in the face as she was having to push really hard. Finally she relaxed and said, "Right, its poking out too far to get sucked back up now," she said, "Sorry I've been grunting," she said, blushing even redder, "It's just I've had to push really hard to get it out this far, and theres a long way to go yet!" She bore down again, after a few hard pushes and some more grunts, there was a moan of relief and a splash as Lucys log dropped. She said, "Thank god thats out, I think theres some more to come though," and I saw from her face she was pushing again. A couple of minutes later there was a loud plop, and then another just after as her second log broke in half. She sat for a few seconds and said, "I'm done," and then took some loo paper and wiped her front and her bottom before pulling up her knickers and leggings. Hope you enjoyed this story, will try to post again soon, bye for now!


Brandon T

comments & stuff

To: Abbie as always another great story.

To: Arianna great story about your huge poop.

Well that's all for now

Sincerely Brandon T

PS. I love this site


Taylor

Toilet signs

Victoria - I am glad you enjoyed my story, if you happen to try it yourself please tell us all about it!

Our trains have a sign very similar to yours on the underside of the toilet lid! "Please don't flush nappies, sanitary towels, paper towels, gum, old phones, unpaid bills, junk mail, your ex's sweater, hopes, dreams or goldfish down this toilet."


Taylor

Unexpected poop at work

Hi everyone! Just a quickie today. I have talked in the past about times where I've pooped without even knowing I needed to, I had another one of those moments today. I was at work, doing an afternoon shift for a change instead of my usual evenings and at about 2pm I took my break, really needing a wee. I went into the single ladies toilet and pulled my work trousers down to my knees with my pink thong as I sat. A few seconds later I started peeing, a nice gentle stream that splashed noisily into the water below. It felt lovely! I went for about 30 seconds and wiped myself before quickly responding to a text message, if I didn't reply then it would have to wait for a few hours. I had been typing for about a minute when out of nowhere I felt pressure against my backdoor. I just relaxed and sure enough a few seconds later I was gently opened up by my poop coming out. I didn't even feel the need to go! I had already been once this morning so I'm usually good for another five hours. I carried on typing as it easily slid out of me and fell into the bowl with a "plunk" and another piece quickly followed. I finished my message and stood up, looking into the bowl before wiping. There was my tissue sat in the slightly yellow water from my wee, and sitting on top were two small, perfectly smooth logs. I sat down again and got myself some more toilet paper to wipe my behind, only needing two pieces before getting dressed, flushing and washing my hands.

I haven't pooped this evening like I usually would, so I'm wondering what tomorrow morning will be like!


Imogen

Crossed legs

Hi everyone

Abbie, things are better now thank you! Sounds like talking to Lydia reminded you of your own school days.

I've finished my exams and started a job at a local company so I'll be staying in my uni city for a bit. A few weeks ago I met a guy for a date after work, I was wearing black trousers and a white blouse (it was my first week so I wanted to look smart even though they're actually quite laid back about what people wear in the office). We had a lovely evening and had a few drinks in the pub, then we said we'd walk part of the way home together as we lived in the same direction. As we walked I very quickly became desperate for a wee and realised that I ought to have gone before I left the pub. I hoped I wasn't too obvious as I'd only just met this guy! We stopped to say our goodbyes and I tried to not look odd, as soon as we went our separate ways I ducked into the first alleyway and hid behind a phone box, I had to undo the buttons on my trousers which meant pushing in and this caused a dribble to come out! I managed to frantically tear down my trousers and pink knickers and do a much needed wee onto the path. Luckily there was only a very small wet patch. Phew!


Sonya Sue

Getting my daily crap in away from home

Since graduating from high school last year, going off to college, coming back to work at the convenience store this summer, and getting time in with my boyfriend Cameron, almost daily I feel I'm about to split in half when I have to continually hold my crap in. Such was the case again yesterday.

I played in an all-day volleyball tournament as part of an intramural league. Since my team was winning, we kept being assigned to a different court at this huge park which is a few miles from our city. As we progressed we played 11 different teams. I was lucky to get a couple of 30-second pees in and both times I was still pulling up and buttoning my jean shorts as I had already begun running back to my team which would be penalized if I was late.

So when the tournament ended at sundown I was feeling some punching from my crap. The toilets at the park had already been locked so I changed into my store uniform in the car and by looking at my phone I determined that I would be using all the 25 minutes of the drive to the store. I work the 10 p.m. to 6 a.m. shift. My only hope was that one of the two unisex toilets would be available. I threw the door open at 10 p.m. exactly and immediately thought F***! when I saw lines four and five deep in two of our aisles. Several of those waiting were really young children with parents. (Corporate advertises the cleanest restrooms and the seat-papers we have available. Parents have told me they like them for their kids, but as for me, I think they're dumb and they help to clog the stools).

Vi, my manager, and I were busy for the whole time with a lot of people both gassing up, making inside purchases and then seeking to relieve themselves. At 6 a.m. when clocking out, I was looking forward to my crap. But Cameron texted me from the lot to hurry up and get out there because we had a three hour drive (at least) to the beach. I felt bad about forgetting about that, although I knew that I had my new swimwear in the large clothing bag in the car. As we started our drive and my bowels were becoming increasingly more agitated, I tried to tell Cameron my situation. He's much more disciplined than me and much more proficient than me in the bathroom department.

Back while we were in drama together in high and worked on building the sets like all day on Sundays, our group would just use the guys bathroom close to our theater. The first time he let me watch him go to the bathroom there I was in awe. He dropped his jeans and boxers, took his seat, moved his organ off the front of the bowl, and almost immediately he was aiming his pee into the bowl at the same time that his pieces of crap started to drop. Almost totally in-sync he pulled off the smallest amount of toilet paper, stood and very efficiently cleaned himself. He did a single foot-flush and at the sink continued to be more smooth. Didn't waste punching out any unneeded soap, no problem like bursting the output of the water faucet, and he pulled down one brown hand towel with no jam or fumbling with using it.

So when we arrived at the beach, I ran ahead of him to the bathhouse. I had been holding off an accident for so long. I even cursed him when he asked why I was so excited. I was correct in my belief that getting to the beach so early in the day would mean that the facilities would be less crowded. These toilets were like in a wooden building. No partitions, just 8 toilets, each with a huge pipe holding the square wooden seat and box under it up. What I figured out was the seat was painted black and the wood had been sat on so much I could see slivers being a threat to my skin. I decided to sit gingerly and make no movement at all. I chose my perch carefully and knew there was no room for error, unless I wanted a lot of skin injuries to my butt. I carefully seated myself, and within a couple of seconds, the burps and dumps of my relatively soft crap came out. One was right after another and I felt ecstasy with the ease and vacuum being opened in my gut.

Then things got back to normal for me: I used eight pieces of toilet paper to clean myself, I got some of the mess on my fingers because I wasn't using the toilet paper correctly, and when I stood and grabbed the flush chain attached to the ceiling, I pulled it too awkwardly or hard I guess, because the gulp noise it created so startled me that I almost peed my pants. Two other girls who were close to me gave me a really offensive look. There was no hot water or soap and I had a mess on my right hand. When I joined Cameron back on the beach, he sensed I was upset and started an interrogation. I just ran out into the water and luckily he followed me. We had a good time.


Monday, June 24, 2019


Constiguy

Alternative to Straining on Toilet

As a fellow constipation sufferer rather than sit on the toilet straining I wear incontenence undies and try and poo when the urge hits and I get into a comfortable position and push. Usually it is a squat holding onto the sides of the bath and sometimes it is the birthing position. It works much better. Or I may be watching TV and if the urge hits I push there and then. It might be worth a try !!!!


Allison

I really wish we had 2 bathrooms

So my husband is super private when he poops he won't even let me in there when I'm bursting to pee so I could use the bathtub or the sink. We got home today and he immediately went to the bathroom and shut the door. We only have on bathroom and I really had to pee! This happens a lot unfortunately and I can't hold my pee very long before I have an accident so I've gotten creative during these situations. Today I used a puppy pad because they are supposed to be super absorbent. I have them because I line my guinea pig cage with them under all the shavings. I put it out in the ground and then I took my pants and undies off completely. Then I just kind of squatted over it and went. It felt sssooo good and it absorbed it so fast and there was no mess! I am honestly thinking of buying an adult potty chair for these situations, but it was nice to know the puppy pads work


Asheigh
My little sister Ava is 12 years old and still poops her pants. She's always had the occasional accident, as every little girl does, but hers have always seemed to be more common than normal. She would have at least one accident a month, which doesn't sound like a lot, but it's more than a girl her age should have, and lately, they seem to be getting more frequent.

It all started about a month ago. I was doing yardwork while Ava was riding her bike around the neighborhood. She came home and got off her bike in the driveway to walk it into the garage when I noticed a big bulge and a light brown stain in her baby-blue running shorts. I asked her if she'd pooped her pants and she said she did because she didn't want to stop riding. She didn't even seem to care and I was wondering what she would do when she went inside so I followed her. She walked right past the bathroom and into the playroom, where she closed the door behind her. I told our mom that Ava pooped her pants. Mom went into the playroom and yelled at her to go clean up and that was the end of that.

The next story takes place about a week later when I went to pick Ava up from school. I pulled up in front of the playground where all the kids were playing, but Ava was just standing by the wall with her head down. I called for her to get into the car, and she started walking really slow toward me. When she got in, she didn't say anything and I noticed the smell of poop. I lifted up her skirt and saw that her panties were badly messed. I asked her what happened and she said she didn't know. She said she didn't notice that she had to poop until she was really desperate and she just didn't make it. She was crying and beegged me not to tell Mom. I put a sweatshirt down under her so she didn't get the seat dirty. When we got home, Mom was still at work so I took Ava to the bathroom and helped her clean up, which took about 30 minutes.

She had another accident two weeks later. I was on our front porch reading a book when Mom and Ava came back from Ava's dance class. They were early so I wondered if something happened. Then Ava stepped out of the car crying and Mom followed behind her, yelling the whole time, things like "You should be ashamed" and "I should put you back in diapers." When they got to the door, I noticed that the back of Ava's pink leotard had a flattened bulge and a huge stain on it. From what I understand, Ava never told her dance teacher that she had to go to the bathroom and pooped herself in the middle of class. Mom sent Ava to bed early and never spoke of it again.

Her latest accident was this past weekend. We were spending the day by the pool. I was inside getting a slice of pizza and enjoying the air conditioning when Ava came in with her hands on her butt muttering that she had to poop. She made it about 5 feet from the bathroom when she stopped in her tracks with her back facing me. A huge bulge formed in the back of her bikini and she waddled into the bathroom. She came out 10 minutes later and I asked her if she was ok. She said again that she didn't know she had to poop until she ws desperate and again asked me not to tell Mom. I agreed, but told her that she should talk to Mom about her accidents before they get worse.

Well, that's all for today, but I have more stories about Ava. Let me know if you want to hear them. Bye!


Victoria B.

Funny sign

I went out with some friends last night for a few beverages. They took effect and I found myself in need of a toilet. I went into the bathrooom and saw the following sign above its one toilet:

Please do not flush the following
Kleenex, paper towels, tampons, pads, hopes & dreams or your ex
down the toilet
Thanks!

As tempted as I was by the last option I knew that it would be better to obey the sign and only flush my pee and the paper I used to wipe after it had finished gushing out of me. He wouldn't be worth the trouble of having to plunge him down.

Love,
Victoria


Kenpoop

Trailer toilet clog

Hi there i was sitting on the toilet at the trailer last week.I did my usual pooping and I wiped my ass then i filled up the toilet with water before i flush away my joby.Well usually at this point i fill up the potty again for the second flush something when wrong it came back to my ass ..... septic tank clog .......... what a mess first i try to unclog it with a plunger but no succŤs then i when on google to chek what i should do.
The only solution was the remove toilet and unclog the bottom part of my pipe
When i lifted the toilet approximately 3 gallons of poop pee and toilet paper filled the little toilet room ishhhh
At this point i did start to be sick what a smell
It took me 2 hours to unplug the drain and clean the messy floor it was like 1" thick on the floor i had to scoop this with a dustpan and trow that in a pale? And then clean and wash the floor with javex


Saturday, June 22, 2019


Abbie

Latest update

Hi everyone, sorry I haven't posted for ages, I've been really busy and just haven't had chance.
Imogen- sorry to hear you've had an upset stomach and glad you made it onto the loo in time when you were bursting for a poo, sounded like it was pretty close!
Anyway, after a bit of an easier time and getting into a fairly good 'every other day' rhythm as far as my bowels are concerned I have unfortunately started to get constipated again this last week or so, and have slid right back into only wanting a poo every 3 or 4 days. As always when I go that long between poos my first log is really fat, hard and dry, I can push it out a bit but before I know where I am it starts going back up my bum which is just sooo frustrating!! The only solution then is to push and strain really hard and spend ages on the loo. This specific story is from last Friday when Lucys cousin Lydia stayed for the weekend, she's been doing exams recently so Lucy and I finished work early and met up with her in town after her last exam of the day. We went to get a coffee and a cake and as we were sitting in the cafe Lydia pulled a face and rubbed her belly, Lucy asked her if she was OK and she said, "Yeah I've just got really bad bellyache, I think I need to have a poo, I tried to go earlier on at school but I couldn't!"
"Do you want to use the loo here or would you rather go back home?" I asked. Lydia thought for a second and said, "Actually, do you mind if we go? I've been a bit constipated lately so I'd rather relax and take my time!" As we were walking back to the bus stop I felt a few twinges and realised that I was starting to want a poo as well, just as Lydia had done I clutched my belly and Lucy said, "Do you need to go for a poo as well Abbie?" and I said, "Yeah, I'm not too desperate yet though!" We got back home a few minutes later and Lydia was jiggling up and down on the doorstep as Lucy unlocked the door, she said, "Please hurry, I'm literally just about to poo my pants!" We all went upstairs to the bedroom, I had totally forgotten that Lucy and I had left loads of our knickers drying on a clothes airer, its been so wet recently that we've got really behind with the washing and we'd both practically run out of clean underwear! Typically my most embarrassing knickers were on display (as in really grim flowery ones!!) I could feel myself blushing a bit as I said, "Sorry about our knickers, we haven't done any washing for ages, it's been so wet!"
Lydia said, "Don't worry, I've been drying my pants in my room too, I know what you mean, its been impossible to keep up with the washing!" At least Lydia wears normal cotton girls pants rather than anything trendy so I tried not to feel too embarrassed. She quickly went over to the ensuite, lifting her grey school skirt, she was wearing a tight pair of pink knickers with yellow and blue flowers and butterflies which she dropped to her knees before sitting down heavily on the loo. She looked down at her knickers and said, "Damn, I've got a massive skidmark, I'll have to change my pants when I'm done!" She then took a deep breath and started to push straight away, with each push some wee spurted down into the loo. After a few minutes she was starting to go quite red and her grunts were getting louder but nothing seemed to be happening, Lucy and I were trying to take her mind off it by chatting about all sorts. "Sorry about all the grunting, it comes out a bit but it goes back up my bum when I stop pushing!" gasped Lydia.
"When did you last manage to have a poo?" Lucy asked.
"UmmÖ I went at school Monday lunchtime, I knew I was getting constipated then coz I had a really hard time but luckily I went to the loo with Annabelle and she was struggling as well so at least there was two of us were sitting there grunting!!" Lydia paused and then added, "But I haven't been able to have a poo since even though I've been trying every day as soon as I get to school and again at lunchtime!"
"Well at least you were able to go with Annabelle," I said, "I remember getting really embarrassed when I was constipated and I wanted a poo at school, I would have to sit there for ages and I couldn't help grunting as I pushed, I knew other girls would hear me but sometimes I was lucky enough to be next door to another girl who would be having a hard poo and grunting as well!"
"Well, I always use the girls loos by the library when I need to have a poo at school," said Lydia as she started to push again. "Most girls using them seem to want a poo and judging by how long some of them spend in there and the noises they make I'm not the only one who gets constipated!"
"Yeah, to be honest I think a lot of school kids end up suffering with constipation," Lucy said, "I know it happened to me and Abbie and a lot of our friends, I don't think only being able to use the loo at set times really helps, when I was at school I would always get the urge for a poo mid morning but I just didn't have time to go at morning break so I would hold it in and then end up constipated!"
"Yeah I totally agree, I have to hold my poo in a lot at school and then its always harder when I eventually get round to going, I've talked to my friends about it and some of them have exactly the same problem and get constipated alot too! Anyway, if I'm ever gonna finish this poo I'm gonna have to stop talking!" Lydia panted, and she started to push really hard and go red in the face. After several more minutes of straining I was just about to ask her if she was OK when she suddenly gasped and a massive plop rang around the room. She stayed to finish off with a few more bits before wiping her bum and flushing, she then stood up, took off her knickers and went back into the bedroom to find some clean ones. "Right, my turn now, I haven't been for a poo in a few days either so I'm gonna struggle too!" I said as I went over to the toilet and dropped my jeans and green knickers to my knees. As I sat down and started to push I could feel a hard lump slowly moving down inside me, after a couple of minutes the tip of a really dry and massive poo was starting to come out. Lydia came back in and sat on the floor cross legged, she was still wearing her school skirt and I could see her knickers, her clean ones were plain white and looked even tighter than the ones she'd had on earlier! When I stopped pushing it started to get sucked back up my bum, which I had predicted would happen but I was kind of hoping I might be wrong! "Sorry, I've got exactly the same problem, it keeps going back up my bum!" I gasped, I had to carry on pushing as hard as I could until I managed to get the widest part through. Then of course it ended up getting stuck, so I had to give a few massive pushes and could feel I was going red, I was making some really loud grunts but tried not to get too embarrassed. Lucy and Lydia just kept chatting as I heaved and grunted away, I was straining so hard I couldn't really say anything though! Lydia was fidgeting around on the floor, suddenly she knelt and reached up under her skirt, she said, "Sorry, these pants are stuck up my bum, there way too small for me, I've had them since like Year 8 but I couldn't find any other clean ones to bring!"
Finally I felt the poo moving again and a minute or so later it dropped into the loo with a massive splash. Lucy said, "Are you done yet Abs, only I really want a poo now, watching you two has made me desperate!!" I told her I still had to do a bit more but I could feel that the next log would be a lot easier to get out. A couple of logs later I was done, I quickly wiped my bum, pulled my knickers and jeans back up and then flushed, luckily somehow it all went away. I swopped places with Lucy, she pulled down her leggings and yellow flowery knickers and then sat. She started to have a wee, her stream fizzing down into the bowl, and as it dribbled to a stop a few seconds later I heard her take a deep breath and saw her belly tensing as she started to push. She couldn't help grunting as she released her breath, and very quickly she took another breath and bore down again. She did this another four or five times and by this time had gone red in the face as she was having to push really hard. Finally she relaxed and said, "Right, its poking out too far to get sucked back up now," she said, "Sorry I've been grunting," she said, blushing even redder, "It's just I've had to push really hard to get it out this far, and theres a long way to go yet!" She bore down again, after a few hard pushes and some more grunts, there was a moan of relief and a splash as Lucys log dropped. She said, "Thank god thats out, I think theres some more to come though," and I saw from her face she was pushing again. A couple of minutes later there was a loud plop, and then another just after as her second log broke in half. She sat for a few seconds and said, "I'm done," and then took some loo paper and wiped her front and her bottom before pulling up her knickers and leggings. Hope you enjoyed this story, will try to post again soon, bye for now!


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