ToiletStool.com

  

It's non-fattening, natural, pleasurable, and still legal;
We all have to go to the bathroom, regardless of
our race, culture, creed and status. Welcome to the
forum dedicated to the act of relieving yourself.
Everybody is an expert, and stays anonymous,




Home/Site map

Forum FAQ
 Posts
 Survey



  
The Frequently Asked Questions, or FAQ is a collection of the rules of the site. Outlining the use of, and expectations, for conduct, and interpersonal interaction on this site. It should be read in its entirety

Main FAQ

With the advent of social media, interpersonal relations have declined substantially. The last three items deal with how to treat your fellow man. Consisting of mainly moral and ethical issues, the following clarifications have been collected and bundled over the years:

The top 10 things no one bothers to read.
Don't be These People
The golden ruling


  

so don't be shy. (Read posts below)


"Don't blame us,
you do it too."

Need an idea? Try writing about...

  • Your Latest or most memorable trip to the toilet,
    (or wherever you might have had to go.)
  • Someone else's trip to the bathroom, bushes,
    desparation, accident, etc.
    (Spouse, kids, friend, or a total stranger)
  • A childhood pee/poop experience.
  • A health question
  • An awkward bathrooom experience.
  • Something you have always wondered?
  • Do you: tinkle, boo boo, potty, ca ca,
    squirt, dookey, doo doo, doodey,
    or have your own term?
  • Having an accident.
  • Being really sick.
  • Someone you know's habits.
  • Have you ever gone on the floor?
  • ...Or make your own!
 Random Old Posts
    Page


Old posts,
    navigation page


Service Manuals +
    Library of Health


 Courtesy phone
   (questions/comments)


Search

Submit a post:

  





characters left




sarah

huge dump at mcdonalds and reply

i really had to take a major shit. i had not been for a few days again. i kept farting i needed to go so bad. i quickly stopped at a mcdonalds and rushed into the bathroom. little farts every step. there were 3 stalls with the last 1 taken. i opened the first stall and it was clogged so i took the second stall. as i was dropping my shorts and panties another girl entered and saw the clogged toilet and got in line. i was turtleheading by the time i sat down. i sighed when i sat. i really had to go but my shit needed help. i pushed and a huge log started to slowly come out. i kept pushing and it just kept coming out. i heard two loud plops from the stall next to me then wiping. my shit finally dropped. the other stall opened and the other girl went in for a quick piss. i pushed again and was done. i looked and was a behemoth of a dump. 10 inches long and thick. it tapered to a point on one end. i sat back down and wiped my messy butt. the other girl left now and i was alone. i finished wiping. i flushed and it somehow all went down but almost clogged. left a skidmark in the toilet. i washed my hands and left feeling very relieved. i was in the bathroom for 7 minutes.

to austin i work doing rideshare so most of my bathroom visits are in public bathrooms. its inconvenient to go home for every dump and i dont mind public bathrooms.


Zoe

Thanks for the reply Harper

Thank youuu Harper! I like your word for poo-poo. Do you go poo-poo? At school? Share your stories!
Ohhhhhh it's my food! That must be why after lunch and recess all my friends go to the potty. They need to poo-poo their lunch! Wow that's so much poo-poo. When I eat lunch, after recess I feel like I have to poo-poo. If I get seconds then I really have to poo-poo. But I hold it until I get home. I guess I should try going poo-poo at school and getting rid of my food instead of holding it all day. I'll watch my friends closer and see what they have to do. Especially with it getting hotter I drink more water, and since you explained pee is what I drink I'll have to pee more. So being comfortable with school bathrooms will be good because I won't have to hold my pee or poo-poo. Any advice?
I'm actually gonna go poo-poo and pee now. I had dinner a little while ago and the chicken and mashed potato are poo-poo now. Plus the water I drank is pee now. I feel bad that I'm gonna put all my mom's delicious cooking and this food into the toilet but my mom was just in the potty for a while clearly poo-pooing her dinner so I guess it's fine.
Byeeeeee!

P.s it was a very good poo-poo and pee. I peed for a good amount of time and my poo-poo came out easy and was a good size. I don't know how to measure poo-poo sorry.
Also how does all my food turn into a big smelly poo-poo? Why doesn't the leftover food just come out?


Pete

Courtesy flush

When I need a shit, I have a routine. I sit on the pot and when the first few turds have fallen, I stand up and flush, even though I know that I have not finished. I then sit down and resume pushing out the remaining turds, which may take much longer. I always take a minimum of 10 minutes before I begin to wipe. The reason for the first flush (Courtesy flush) is
1. preventing or reducing the skidmarks in the bowl of the pot
2. Reducing the stink of shit.
Both these are out of consideration for the next user.


Charlotte from WI survey Answers

1. Have you ever pooped or peed in your car?
Yes, I was 8 and my parents were doing a cross-country drive. They had been profusely praising of my sister, 2 years older than me, for anticipating bathroom needs and making good decisions, whatever that meant. On I35, about an hour into our trip segment, I had to poop, but my dad asked why I hadn't said anything at the last rest stop. He cussed and used some big words that I didn't understand. But my sister got a laugh out of it. So I did a little fart and dropped a medium size crap ball in my shorts. I was lucky because I kept my legs close together and it didn't smell. About 50 miles later at another stop for my sister's needs I took care of it. Luckily my dad didn't come in. I faked crapping by sitting on the toilet, I took a piece of toilet paper and lifted the ball out of my pants and dropped it between my legs in the toilet. There was very little damage to my white underwear.

2. How much do you fart when you pee?
Very little by the time I was about 12. Guys were given a hard time at the urinals if they did that.

3. Are/were your parents open to your toilet fun?
No. When dad took me into a public bathroom he would say "done & out," which meant no lingering or off-task behavior. When traveling, he and I would crap next to one another in adjacent booths. He would dump and be out within 2 minutes and back at the car. He sent my sister back to yell at me to hurry up. Then he would make a joke about whether I "fell in."

4. Name your favorite posters and stories on here that should be read?
This goes back a few years. I'd say Vincene, Tlana, Braidy, Thunder and
Curious Cody.

For Violet Indigo:
What do you mean by not understanding why urinals are so normalized? They may be somewhat fearful to us guys at first but I think most of us just go along with the flow (bad pun!).

For Nytecat:
Me and my best friend in 5th & 6th grades loved to "cross swords" in the school bathroom. But we did lift the seat first. But we still didn't win Students of the Week.


Annie

Huge dark bent poop

I've been bloated and uncomfortable for most of the day though I pooped this morning somewhat big. This morning I had spicy soup with green leafy vegetables, bananas and rice. For lunch I had red rice with green beans, beef or pork and a cup of green tea. A few minutes ago I had to go upstairs to the main level (since someone was taking ages in the washroom) to go to the washroom. And I knew it would be a lot. I had my Walmart bag with me, went to the washroom, turned on the light, closed the door and walked to the toilet. Pulled my pants and underwear down, sat on the toilet, peed first then pushed out a huge solid poop that seemed to keep coming. It finally finished coming out and laid in the toilet. Reached into my Walmart bag, pulled out the toilet paper, took some, put the roll back into the Walmart bag and put the Walmart bag on the floor. Wiped my vagina first then wiped my butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper. Put the toilet paper into the toilet between my legs, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the toilet. WOW! There was a huge thick dark bent poop in the toilet! And I'm not 100% empty yet. But that was a lot! Flushed the toilet and it went down. Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Washed my hands, turned off the light, opened the door, went to the kitchen and downstairs. Why didn't I use the downstairs washroom? The water in our toilet for some reason is very low (not me) so I wanted to use a toilet with a normal water level. Went to the outside of my room, took those flip flops off, went into my room, put THOSE flip flops on, dried my hands on the towels and now writing this. Second big poop today. Hopefully I will have another one later. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy and having a good weekend so far.

Happy peeing and pooping!

Annie


Thunder

Incontinence undies

I start off, referring to Pete and the bidet. I note Mins and her crushes find that if you wiggle around on the bidet it does a much better job of cleaning . I note Mina uses toilet paper after the bidet and does the toilet paper that is clean after use . My bidet warm air facility, however are usually have a shower after my sit on the toilet or my incontinence, undies, psych up any moisture.

Last week, I had a medical exam and a couple of needles and on the way home I walked past my therapist and decided to go in and move my bowels. She sat me on the toilet and had me come forward a massage, my bottom while I evacuated. I sat for several minutes longer as I was so extremely exhausted. Of course you wipe my bottom. A short time light back at work. I had a wee and sat down for it. My bottom was still very dirty, but I think it was because I did a fart earlier. I'm having lots of trouble with anal leakage . I really could not manage without incontinence underwear. I know they are a problem they cost a lot but due to my condition the government pays for it and also they consume resources and constitute a lot of land waste . I know it is wasteful and bad the planet, but I would never want to be without incontinence underwear.
I am suggesting readers think about this because it could be a great help if you have a period or a constipated and I've read a few post whereby people have really needed to poo fast and with incontinence underwear you just go in it if you need to. Just dispose of it that is it. Makes sure you have a good shower though. I have read about Mrs Bigandhard and her constipation and big hard stools. Put on incontinent underwear. Forget about sitting on the toilet and start doing some exercises like squats or lay on the ground with your knees up to your chest and push it might give a much easier and better result. Of course it will be messy but at least objective achieved and much safer than sitting on the toilet for so long and getting haemorrhoids. Also those have a bit of a leaking bladder incontinence underwear manages all this very well. Something to think about.
Thunder.


Portia Sometimes Poos

The First Time I Made Number Two Outside in the Woods

Hello all, so I've been meaning to write this for some time. I had started working on this months ago but forgot about finishing it and lost the copy I made. But recently I've been bored and decided to fill the time working on writing about the first time I ever pooed in the woods. I started writing and that let me down a memory rabbit hole trying to get a story out with the character limit in mind. Somehow I pretty much was able to max that out in the end. It's a written mess, but I hope y'all enjoy it.

Note, after reading through this story I have realized that the voice and perspective of this story is me nowadays. Given how long ago this story was set (I'm a sophomore in college and this was from 7th grade) my memories aren't perfect and some stuff I say might not be entirely correct and filled in for a complete story. Also, I want to stay anonymous so locations will be vague and the names of people I interacted with might be changed for privacy's sake.

This story took place in the fall of my 7th grade. The summer prior my family had moved to a new city since my father had gotten a much better job than he previously had. Going to a new school was certainly a challenge for me as I had to let go of the few friends I had (I was one of the odd kids in school which did not help make friends). However, I was able to find a group of girls who already were close and thankfully welcomed me. There was a social closeness there that I never knew I needed. One of the classes I enjoyed most was my 7th-grade science class taught by Ms. Cary, it was that class that sparked the fire of interest in science within me and which has burned ever since. One of the anticipated events of this fall was going to be our class field trip to a local state park where we would walk through the woods while the teachers pointed out the many natural features there. This was a centerpiece of the 7th grade's learning for around two months so the teachers were getting us excited for it and the whole week leading up to the Friday field trip were lectures of preparation.

One of the lectures in particular has stuck out to me as it ended up being much more relevant than I would have expected. The Monday before the hike, Ms. Cary was teaching and giving us many tips for our hike when she told us that what she was about to talk about was an important one. Ms. Cary began to teach us what to do if we needed to "go" in the woods. She played out a few ground rules, namely that the woods would work like class where we would have to go up to her and ask before we went into the woods. Ms. Cary said she would also ask us if we were going either number one (peeing) or number two (pooping). This was so she would know how long it would take us to do our business in the woods and how much toilet paper she would give to us (which she would carry and give out to whoever needed it). One of the rules that was set out was that only one person at a time could go out to make number two or number one unless there were multiple people of the same sex who all had to make number one. This was to ensure privacy which she knew would be a concern to all of us who probably had never done anything like this.

Then at the blackboard, she went into teaching the proper technique. First, she went over making number one which is different for boys and girls. Boys just have to "use a tree like a urinal" On the other hand girls have it a bit harder since they need to find somewhere to squat down to privately pee. She showed herself in the proper squatting form and recommended we bunch our pants and underwear waistbands around our knees when squatting. For number two the procedure would be the same for boys and girls and she recommended we go further from the trail than if we were simply doing number one as it would limit our bodily waste polluting the trail and since poos take longer that gives more privacy. Before we pooed we should dig a hole deep enough before all of it and squat over that hole when pooping. Also when both peeing and pooping any toilet paper we used to clean our privates should be dropped into the hole alongside the body waste the hole covered up afterwards. This explanation was elaborated with drawings on the chalkboard outlining the basics. I do recall someone asking Ms. Cary if she ever had to do what she just taught. To the surprise of the entire class, Ms. Cary took this question as a teaching moment and talked about it when she was out in a nearby wooded park walking her dog. Assisted by some crude (note not at all vulgar) sketches she told a quick story about how after her dog made a poop in the woods she realized that she needed to make one as well. She outlined how she walked off the trail and tied up her dog so it could not run free while she went. She told us how she went about 150 feet or so off the trail to give herself sufficient privacy. Another thing she told us about that day was that since she had not brought anything like toilet paper to wipe up she was forced to pick up leaves and use them to wipe up after she made number two. This she used to outline how important it was to ask teachers first and get toilet paper; because leaves from the forest floor are way worse to use than toilet paper. This was a surprising injection to the lesson but looking back on that lesson today I have a deep respect for her honest method of teaching that treated her students as sufficiently mature to deal with topics that are too often treated as private matters.

The next Friday was the field trip itself. Everyone was wearing athletic clothing and conversing in anticipation. I found my friends as we were hanging out in homeroom. Before we boarded the buses I and many others headed to the restrooms (a teacher pointed out this will be the last clean bathroom until we got back). I had to wait a little bit for a stall to open up but momentarily I walked in, pulled down my pants, sat down, and made a quick pee like any other day which was all I could pass. I recall hearing a girl next to me making number two audibly straining and muttering that she did not want to poop in the woods. I wiped, flushed, washed my hands, and made my way to the school buses.

The bus ride was long and we exited our city and headed to the wooded countryside. Eventually, we did enter some woods and the sunlight was not as bright with the shade of the trees. Snaking our way through hillier terrain the buses ended up in a parking lot. We got out of the buses and our teachers did a head count to make sure the groups were all in order. Ms. Cary directed us to a pair of dingy outhouses that were the bathroom for this park. Some students were desperate and headed over there including one of my friends. When my friend came back she described the dingyness of those outhouses which reeked of must and a previous visitor's poop. Thankfully for me, I did not need to go so I joined my friends and class as we headed off into the woods. The woods were magical and it was nice to be outside. We were on surprisingly steep terrain and our class moved at a slow pace snaking ourselves through the woods. There's a cool look to a thick forest as trees enclose you on both sides and the open ground beside you quickly becomes nothing but a wall of pure forest. You feel so small next to such large trees and I love that enveloping experience. With my teachers pointing out what the various sights and sounds of the forest meant there was much gain on my part, the magic was made ever more real in part due to the understanding of what made the world into what it is.

We had hiked for about two hours and were tired and desperate to stretch our legs. It was a hard walk and I needed a break. Thankfully for us, our teachers told us we were reaching the summit of our hike. there was a large spot of open ground not far from an overlook. We would be able to rest there and have lunch. I was looking forward to lunch in no part due to the tiring hill climb I was just completing. Furthermore, I had packed a nice large sandwich to eat which I was eager to wolf down. Within the due time, we were able to reach the summit. Arriving at the overlook we could see nothing but the forested valley below and the hill on the other side which blocked any furtherviews. The look alone felt like a sufficient reward for our hours of walking although that was but a reward for our minds. Finding a spot of open ground not far away our bodies too we about to be rewarded for their work with lunch. My friends and I chit-chatted as we ate the lunches we packed and drank from our water bottles. I was feeling very hungry that day and asked a few of my friends if I could eat some of the scraps of food that they had left which they gave to me. Thankfully they did because of how hungry I was. Some time after that one of my friends, Amelia, told us that she must have drank too much water on the walk since she now needed to pee. Someone reminded her that there were no bathrooms and she would have to do it somewhere in the woods. Amelia seemed desperate and did not care so I told her that she should go over and tell Ms. Cary and get any toilet paper she needed. With that in mind, she promptly left all her things with us and briskly walked to where Ms. Cary was standing. With curiosity, my eyes tracked her as she walked up to Ms. Cary and had a short inaudible conversation. After that I observed her scurry away and my eyes observed her until thick foliage obscured her body. A few minutes later, Amelia returned and interrupted us. One of us asked her how it went and she explained how much she needed to go then which justified it. Amelia further replied that she was thankful that she only had to go number one saying acknowledging that she was embarrassed to merely poop in the school bathrooms let alone do that in the middle of the woods on a field trip.

My lunch was filling, to say the least, I was surprised I was that hungry but I guess that's what an hour of walking in the woods does for you. I could feel my gut digesting my meal as our class filed out of our lunchtime spot. Within some time I could feel some rumbling and gas movement down there, I ignored it even while I could feel myself passing gas. I was too busy enjoying the noon time nature and spending my school day socializing with friends instead of doing some dull assignment. All the time we were walking I could hear the chirping of birds and the rusling of leaves. There was a majestic bliss to the whole environment and a sense of calm was utterly pervasive. I was able to zone out the various side conversations and I was distracted by nature while my teachers stopped us every few minutes to ensure the back caught up to the front and to explain some little features of the forest, like a distinct tree or rock formation. I don't remember what I learned that day but I do feel that a lot was gone over during that trip given how long afterward our teachers spent talking about related topics. But, there was something else that distracted me even from tantalizing nature, my stomach. A slight gurgling in my abdomen could be felt on many occasions even to the point that I was passing a little gas.

I Ignored my abdomen for a little while and continued to chat with friends but that stomach stirring would not cease. I was joking with my friends about how I was so hungry I even ate some of my friend's food and how I was full now although joking I would eat some of the random plants on the ground. Our group continued down the hill and in the distance we could hear the sound of running water. Somehow my mind associated those sounds with something inside me and I was reminded of my body's urges. There was a slight urge to pee since I did drink prior but something else as well. My abdomen was stirring like it does before I get the urge to poo. Since I was in the woods this was something I did not want to consider and I blocked the thought of it for some time more. Yet, these signals were persistent and I could not deny the clear urge to poo developing inside of me. I remembered that it had been some time since I had last gone to poop and I had just eaten a substantial amount of food. But I reasoned that I could probably hold it for longer since I knew I did not even consider the alternative. I realized there were no good choices for me, either hold in expectation of a cleaner bathroom knowing how nasty the next foreseeable options would be, or embrace the necessity of said options. Recalling what Ms. Cary said and acknowledging my surroundings I knew that going poo now clearly meant going poo outside. But the urges were clear and demanded a response. The feeling of full bowels down there was consuming my thoughts and I was steadily realizing that I could not hold this for long.

With that reality in mind, I had little choice remaining and the option I'd rather not take was the only one remaining. Around this point, I whispered to one of my friends, "Hey I think I have to make a number two" She asked me if I could hold it but I responded with doubt that I could for long. She was unsure about what to do especially because I was unusually blunt with talk of my bodily functions. But the embarrassment of what I might have to do was slowly making itself apparent. I was developing butterflies in my stomach about the thought of pooping outside. Thinking about how it would be was not helpful although thinking about it first reminded me of why I needed to do it in the first place. I collected my thoughts and knew I would have to go move my bowels pretty soon. We were taking a different path and I had no idea how long it would take our class to make it back to proper toilets. waiting was becoming clear to me a luxury I was not given. I remembered how gross my friend said toilets back at the bus were and reasoned that the woods could not be that much worse.

The feeling of embarrassment that I would have to squat with my rear end out and pants down laying a load was not something I wanted to do. But I could feel my bodily urges within me and I was sure I could not hold it in me until whenever our class got back to the parking lot and the disgusting outhouses there. I recalled what Ms. Cary talked about in that class and passed a bunch of kids to where she was walking. I muttered to Ms. Cary, "I have to go to the bathroom, I can't hold it". Ms. Cary's calm nature was apparent and she addressed me, "OK Portia this is no big deal, tell me do you have to go number one or go number two" I knew I needed to be honest in front of her and said quietly, "number two" Ms. Cary looked a bit taken aback by what I had said (I don't think any of my classmates went to go number two on this hike). However, Ms. Cary responded in her usual calm authoritative voice saying, "Remember to find somewhere far enough from the trail and make sure to do it just how I taught you all in class" handing a thin roll of toilet paper to me she continued, "make sure to thoroughly clean yourself up afterward just as you would on the toilet. Now let's wait a little bit for this boy just went out to pee" After a little while another boy returned to Ms. Cary and with that she tapped my shoulder and said, "Portia, go out there and just get it done, you've got this"
The Climax from leaving the teachers to returning:
With the roll of toilet paper in my hand and permission to depart the trail from Ms. Cary, I knew that now was the time for action. With the knowledge that I would be pooping soon the thought of it had taken over my mind at this moment I had crossed the point of no return I would leave my class, go into the woods, and for the first time in my life I would squat down and defecate. There was a whole storm of emotions inside of me, this deep fear of being seen and my internal modesty which has been ingrained into me for my whole life was contrasted by an honest excitement of doing something so radically new that my heart was beating at an elevated race. I began to turn right from the trail heading for a rise in the landscape with many trees that could conceal my act. The terrain was rough with many bushes and small trees making up the floodplain we were walking on. I mostly had to look down to make sure I did not trip over a root or get my legs caught in some thorny bushes. I walked with the single purpose of finding a site, looking back I realize how many people could have seen me but also how little of them would have cared since many people, boys and girls, had taken detours off the path to relieve themselves (although I am sure little to none of them we to make number two). At a certain distance, the ground did rise and foliage blocked a clear view of my class walking on the trail. At this point I begin to look for a site, I recalled what Ms. Cary had instructed us prior and knew that a large tree would obscure anyone seeing you poo and I was more than 50 yards as the crow flies from my class. The walking had helped stimulate my bowels and the anticipation of peeing and pooping was forcing me to hold in both my feces and urine.

Ahead of me was a well-sized tree and I was pretty sure that would do. Walking up to it, I made sure to face opposite where the trail was and bent down to one knee placing my roll of toilet paper on the ground. I remembered that Ms. Cary wanted us to prepare a small hole if we were to make number two in the woods. As a result, I swept some of the fallen leaves and with my hand pushed some loose soil to the side a prepare a rough area to squat over. My nerves were even greater now and I was actively making sure nothing inside would slip out too soon. I got up and moved my legs to both sides of the area I cleared and stared at the tree hoping that I had picked a spot far enough from the wandering eyes of my classmates. At this point, I begin to think to myself, "I am literally about to poop, on a class trip, in the literal woods and am about to pull down my pants and expose my behind in public". There is something crazy about that one thing and that series of emotions that was running through my head at that moment gave me a strange sense of excitement, a high that making number two and number one outside has delivered to the present day. While I was thinking of all of that (I'll note that was a bit of a tangent) the call of nature had yet to be answered. My legs were in position, and my fingers fiddled with the drawstring around the waist of my black sweatpants and untied the knot. Then, I grabbed at the elastic waistbands of my sweatpants and underwear I pulled my bottoms around my rear end and down to my knees exposing my buttocks in the process. It was go time and there was barely hesitation in my action as I let my pants and undies fall to the ground. At this point, I began to bend my legs into a partial squat, I then continued to lower myself pointing my rear end out. I could feel the air grace my rear end and touch my private parts, I'll note there was something strange about that feeling that does not happen otherwise. My anticipation was felt and the strong pain and fullness which drive the body to pee and poo required active effort

Lowered into a deep squat, I released a stream of urine with one hand grabbing my pants to ensure I did not accidentally let them touch the dirt where a small puddle was emerging before my eyes. Looking down at my crotch I was able to see the pee come out with more clarity than I usually do when I am sitting on the toilet. While I felt relief by making that pee there was still the pressure from a large mass of poo inside of me that had not escaped me yet. Taking a deep breath I looked down at the now damp ground and began to push. Immediately I saw the brown jagged head of it poking out. With a second, intentional push came out from me came the rest of this long log sliding through my anus and dropping to the forest floor with a quiet but audible thud. Looking down at what I had just made I was somewhat impressed that my body had held such a large volume of poop for that long (I don't know for how long I held in that poop) for I could see how both long a wide it was the middle section having many cracks in it alongside numerous visible pieces of undigested food matter (a complete record of my last few days of eating for sure). Feeling a bit more inside of me I continued to push and from my butt, I could hear and feel a notable fart. With some more abdominal pushing, I passed more urine and possibly some minor chunks of fecal matter from my rear end. Within only a few seconds of that substantial log-like mass of poop being passed out from me, I could smell an utterly foul odor of my feces which was accompanied by the smells of the decaying leaves of the forest. At this point, I had to reckon with the fundamental nastyness of defecating in the woods although there was nothing I could do about it now. From my own experience, whenever I poop outside the smell of my poop is more intense (must be the toilet water that limits the foul smells). I could feel a sense of lightness and relief now that I was able to empty my bowels, furthermore, this sense of excitement came not only from making number two but also from the fact that I was doing it facing a tree in the middle of the forest part naked.

Right around then, I was ready to begin "taking care of the paperwork". While still in the squat, I lifted myself a bit higher and reached for the roll of toilet paper I had placed down. With one hand on top of the roll, I was able to grab a few sheets of toilet paper, and moving my arm underneath my rear end, I started to wipe. I could feel a little bit stuck there and used the paper to wipe it away dropping the poo-stained paper on top of my large log of poop. I grabbed another sheet and repeated that action. At this point, I could feel a small second wind and pushed again causing another piece of poo to plop from my rear end and get stuck on my behind. Grabbing some toilet paper I was able to clean it up. With a couple more sheets of toilet paper I made sure that my behind was thoroughly wiped as I knew full well I would not at all want to continue my hike with a dirty behind. Around this point, I stood up from my squat and pulled up first my underwear and then my sweatpants, then tied the drawstring tightly. I then bent over and grabbed the roll of toilet paper. With a succession of sweeping actions with my shoes, I was able to successfully push leaves over my waste and toilet paper to hide it from the public. Now with a lighter load down there and no need to hold it in, I could move a bit quicker around the tree and down the hill.

It was only a few minutes scrambling past roots and many thick bushes and ending up back at the trail. Walking at a brisk pace I caught up to the stragglers and then caught up with my friends who were glad to see me return after my strangely long absence from them and I knew immediately I would need to satisfy their curiosity.

Immediately one of the girls asked me quietly, "Where did you go? You just walked away down to Ms. Cary". I was beginning to feel embarrassed and was not sure what to say delaying to avoid any potential embarrassment. This was becoming harder as the friends I was walking this whole time came up closer out of curiosity. Immediately one of my friends (not sure whom) whispered and said with a jumpy tone, "Portia told me before she had to make number two, I'm pretty sure Portia just made a poop in the woods" She then turned to me, and asked, "did you really?" Nodding yes I then witnessed a subtle feeling of surprise among my friends not expecting me of all people to have just done what I did. I recall being asked some questions although it seemed no one wanted to get into the gross details of what I just did. While I expected to be embarrassed, how my friends reacted to me telling them I had pooped outside gave me relief and calm. I don't remember what exactly we talked about in the moments after aside from a remark by one of my friends that I had left a surprising present for the deer later to which I too was able to get a chuckle out of. I do think my friends were honestly impressed that I was confident enough to leave the class and make a dump in the woods. To be honest, I had to poo so badly I did not have the freedom to not poop then and there. Shortly after, the class had all made their way back to where the buses were parked and the pathetic bathroom facilities to which there was a great line. However, for me, going number one and two in the woods less than an hour prior meant I did not need to go again until I was home. That day was momentous for me showing me that defecation outside is not something to fear and implanting in me a sense of excitement. This has driven me to view the great outdoors not only as a world of natural beauty but also when need be a convenient place to make both number one and number two.


Princess Toadstool Peach

Taking a Bedtime BM Break sitting on the Potty also Weeing

Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am getting ready for bed. I already had a shower, brushed my teeth, shaved my pubes. But now it's time for me to pinch my loaf if you know what I mean. I'll use my white plastic potty tonight! I put the potty in the middle of the floor, lift up my dress, pull down my royal panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then I sit down on the potty adjusting myself and then I read the newspaper waiting for my wees and my poos to come out. I sat, waited, tapped my feet read a couple of Garfield comics, until my big bladder tingles and before I knew it after relaxing and squatting gently I started on my royal wee."TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssshhhhhhh drip drip drop!" Then I get started doing a big fibre filled BM thick 5 inches poo pushing and squatting it all out. Until it comes oozing out of my bottom poo hole. (TOOT…PAAAARRRPP PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK SPLUNK PLOOP PLOP SPLASH!!) That's so much better time to wipe! I wipe my vagina bladder with two squares of toilet paper after my wee and then I wipe my bottom with two squares after my poo. I then after I am done empty all my business into the toilet after I pull up my panties and lift down my dress and then flush it away. Smell you later! And I'll see you guys later I gotta get ready for bed. (YAAWWWNN!!!!) Bye bye now!


Hi, I'm the person who posted recently about pooping my pants while my roommate was in the shower. I wanted to add one more detail to my story which felt interesting at the time.

I didn't feel embarrassed when it happened, more curious and surprised than anything (as I mentioned). Nobody ended up witnessing it and my roommate never found out, so I didn't think there was anything to be embarrassed about at the time.

A few years later, I was playing 'Never have I ever' at a house party, and someone admitted to having had an accident, which lead to people sharing accident stories. A fair few others had had them too, which made me feel part of the gang, until I realized theirs all seemed to have a theme.

Everyone else's stories were alcohol or partying related, like getting sloshed and pissing one's pantyhose at the club, or blacking out and wetting the bed. I became conscious as people went around that it made more sense to have an accident while drinking, since it does involve consuming a lot of fluid and lowering your motor skills, etc. Mine however, had no such excuse. I noticed I felt reluctant to share and when it was my turn, I stammered and blushed while admitting I had been stone cold sober, I had simply held it until I became desperate and then been unable to make it to the bathroom in time. Everyone was friendly about it of course, but after that night a memory I had which was more a curiosity than anything, formed into something a bit shameful. Funny how that works.


Tricky

The doorless stall at the park

I was on a long bike ride lasting the entire day. As I often do, I needed to poop in the middle of the ride. As I was riding through a park, I found a nearby restroom by a soccer field where some teenagers were playing a game, locked my bike up, and headed into the restroom. I've used this one before and knw the layout.

Upon entering the restroom, the first thing seen upon entry was a side view of two partitionless steel urinals that went all the way to the floor, and a steel toilet with a black seat and only the back third of it obscured by a stall wall that looked like it once had a door, except the door wasn't there anymore. The sink was next to the urinals, and had a mirror getting a side view of both urinals and the toilet.

This wasn't an emergency and I probably could have held it, but I have used doorless stalls many times before, and didn't want it to become an emergency later during the ride. I've pooped outside enough times to know I prefer to use a restroom, so I didn't delay. I could tell it was going to be fairly large, which was another deciding factor regarding why I decided not to hold it. I walked to the toilet, pulled my pants down to my upper legs as I took a seat, with my shirt covering my privates. The back of the stall wall wasn't much and did not do anything to obscure anyone from seeing me sitting on the pot.

As I felt the solid turd breach my sphincter, I heard two voices chatting outside, a man's and a woman's.

The turd started sliding out.

*PLFTPHRTPHLFTSLUPTFLFTRT*

In walked a young man in his late teens or early 20s, a white guy with blonde hair. He saw me sitting on the toilet, and took a pause. At this point, my poop was audibly working itself out of me.

*PLOP*

The first turd dropped in, and more was on its way.

He turned around and walked out. Then I heard some talking outside the restroom.

"I can't go here."

"Why not?"

"There's only one shitter and some guy's taking a shit. Let's go somewhere else."

"You have to poop?"

"Yeah."

"We can wait for him to finish."

"There's no door."

"Really!?"

"Yeah. I... don't like this place. I'll wait until we get home."

"You sure?"

"I'll be alright."

They walked away. More continued sliding out.

*FFTPLURTPHLUPTFFFT*

More crackling continued for about the next minute straight as I let gravity do the work and slowly pull it out of me. In walks this middle-aged black man. He ignores me and heads straight for the first urinal.

He sighs, unzips his pants, and starts peeing.

*WOMP-P-P-P*

He cracks a loud fart and whispers to himself "Oh Lord!"

*PLOP*

Another turd drops in, and I feel more on the way out. He stood there pissing as if nothing was abnormal about the fact that I was sitting a few feet from him with my butt exposed, pushing excrement out of my alimentary canal, in full view with nothing left to the imagination. This was in stark contrast to the man who just immediately NOPE'D himself on out of there upon seeing me on the toilet.

*PHLUPSHRTFLFTPT*

More continued sliding out.

He zips up, and walks out without flushing the urinal or washing his hands.

I felt the turd get wider and harder. I now had to start pushing. As I'm straining, I hear more footsteps.

Two boys of about 15 years old walk in. One, a hispanic kid in a sports shirt and shorts, goes to the urinal to pee, the other, a well-tanned short and skinny white kid with curly blonde hair in a broccoli cut, wearing the same sports shirt, stands there eyeing me for the next 15 seconds or so as if in a state of panic, then turns around and walks out. The pee-er takes a minute or so to finish, flushes, and washes his hands, getting a side view of me sitting on the can through the mirror.

*PLOP* *ROR-r-r-r-r-T*

3rd turd dropped in accompanied by a loud fart. Yet more to come. The hispanic boy walks out. I hear them talking.

"What's up with you?"

"I need to take a crap."

"Hahahaha. Some loser's already in there taking a shit. Wait your turn and then go."

"I don't want people watching me."

"My dad won't be here to pick us up until the game is over. Looks like you're f---ed."

"F---. Why does this place not have a door?"

"Just go. It's no different than school."

"I don't go at school."

"Yeah you do. We both did that one time. Mr. Rickards walked in on us in the locker room, remember?"

"Okay, I did one time. It was an emergency."

"Isn't this?"

"Not really, but I can't run like this."

"Suck it up and go. Or sit on the bench and wait it out."

*PLOP*

4th turd dropped in. I started wiping. Fortunately, it wasn't too big a mess.

"Okay. I'll wait for that guy to finish."

"I'm going to rejoin the game. Take your time. Relax. Hahahaha."

"F--- you."

It only took three passes before my butt was clean. I pulled my pants up, and looked into the toilet bowl. There was one long log stretching from the drain inside the bowl to just above the water line, and three other logs each about four inches long. I flushed, and the toilet sputtered with most of it going unflushed. I waited about 15 seconds and flushed again, and it all went down, leaving greenish-brown streaks all over the toilet bowl.

I washed my hands and left. As I was leaving the building, the boy who was waiting his turn gave an awkward glare at me. As I got to the nearby bike rack and was about to unlock my bike, I saw him walk into the restroom. I spent a minute or so checking my phone before getting my bike unlocked, when I realized I needed more water for the remainder of the ride. There were no water fountains around in the immediate vicinity, so I decided to fill my water bottle up using the sink inside.

A fat middle-aged man with two small boys of about 3-5 years old and a frail old man that may have been his father all slowly walked into the Mens' room in front of me.

I walked back into the Mens' room, water bottle in hand, and the middle-aged man and the larger of the two small boys were both using the two urinals, while the old man and the smallest boy were waiting their turn. The young soccer player with the broccoli haircut was on the toilet with his pants at his ankles, sitting there with his butt exposed and hand holding down his private, head down and face beet-red with embarrassment. I could hear him farting. I filled my water bottle while my eyes were assaulted with the reflected image from the mirror, the two standing at the urinals holding themselves to aim and the kid on the crapper clearly in a hurry to get done and out of there, with zero consideration to their privacy offered by the room's design. I heard a loud *PLOONK* come from the toilet he was sitting on followed by another fart. The soccer player started rolling the TP as I was putting the cap back on the water bottle. I turned around to walk out, and I could see that the positions changed at the urinals and the kid with the broccoli cut was now wiping his butt. I quickly left.

As I was unlocking my bike, I saw the soccer player exit the room, doing the walk of shame with a blank or possibly slightly angry expression on his face. He didn't like being intruded upon. About 30 seconds later, he was followed out by the 4 other people that served as an audience to his bowel movement.

A stall door would have been nice.


An accident is such a unique experience you never forget it, or at least I never have. I had one many years ago and I still remember how surprised I was by how it happened.

When I was a student, I shared an apartment with a roommate and had a part time job washing dishes at a restaurant. The job suited me because I was a little shy, and a little socially awkward, and liked that I didn't have to interact with people too much. I was still a little shy at home too, my roommate was still a fairly new person to me and he was nice, but I need time to warm up to people.

One day I was holding my poop during my shift. I still felt a little embarrassed about using the bathroom at work (see above re: socially awkward) so I just preferred to go at home. By the end of my shift I'd been holding it over an hour, and had to go pretty bad. My bladder was fairly full too, although the main issue was needing a number two.

I drove home anxious to get relief, and nearly lost it in my pants while getting out of the car, which drove home how dire the situation was. I hustled up the stairs and burst into the apartment, rushing towards the bathroom. At this point, I realized my roommate was in the shower, loudly playing music and singing along. I cringed and blushed, because I was way too shy to knock on the door and tell him I needed a huge dump. No way! I was determined to just hold it and though it was definitely an emergency at this point, I just didn't know what else to do.

I'd left some dishes in the kitchen that morning, so I went in and started cleaning up to distract myself. I was fully at the point of doing a potty dance and grunting to relieve the unbearable pressure. And then, what happened next shocked me. I had never thought about what having an accident would be like, but in retrospect I've thought about it and I think I assumed that I just wouldn't be able to hold it anymore, and my body would relax and open up. Well, this did not happen. I was clenching for dear life, my backside absolutely locked down, and I never felt my resolve failing or my ring open up or anything. As far as I was concerned, everything was clamped fully down, so imagine my surprise when I realized something warm was growing between my cheeks. I felt confused, so I reached back and gasped when I could feel a lump. It was coming out! I short circuited for a second, because I was still clenched for dear life and yet, here I was laying an egg in my shorts.

I felt back again and the lump was growing, the pressure still so unbearable, so at this point I realized, shit, this is happening, I might as well relax. So, I stopped clenching and let it happen. Everything came out much faster then, and suddenly I was also aware that my crotch was feeling warm too. I'd started peeing without even realizing it. It was honestly so odd the way my body just decided to override me, I have never forgotten the feeling!

Once it was over, I found a plastic grocery bag and tore two leg holes in it, so I could wrap my dripping bottom half up in a kind of diaper style and prevent anything leaking onto the carpet. I quickly mopped up my pee puddle from the floor, and waddled, red face and wobbly legged into my bedroom to await the bathroom. I stood there and contemplated my day. An hour ago I was a grown man with a job and now, I was a person wearing a grocery bag diaper with a heavy load in his soaked pants. Hard to make sense of.

I won't detail the clean up, but anyway the accident did help with my social anxiety somewhat. I was definitely less weird about using the bathroom after that, as much as I was shy I definitely didn't want to become a guy who shits himself. But anyway, I have never forgotten that curious sensation of my body just deciding what to do for me. Where else in life do we experience that?


Regular Mike

Poop in front of a full-length mirror

Hi. For the past year or so I have taken a squat poop in front of a full-length mirror, about once a week. I don't usually have trouble emptying my bowel, but I figure it might help to take a squat once every week or so in case it helps to achieve a complete elimination of waste. It does seem that when I squat I can push everything out in one action.

Today I really had to go and I could feel that I was pretty full. So I grabbed a paper plate, took off my clothes, and took my squat in front of the mirror. There is a door frame right next to the edge of the mirror, so I can hold on to that to brace myself and to allow myself to set my center of gravity back a bit so as to allow for a full squat. I relaxed and a couple of tiny pieces fell out. I did not take my usual daily poop the day before yesterday, although I did poop yesterday. In any case, I knew that having missed a poop a couple of days ago meant that I had a little more poop than usual. Also, naturally, the poop that had been in my bowel the longest amount of time would be a little firmer than my usual poop. So, after having dropped the two little pieces, it was as if I had to inhale a small breath and brace myself for a modest push to get out the firm piece that was now waiting to exit. I pushed and the firm piece, measuring one and three-eighths inches in diameter and four inches in length, came out and fell over onto the plate. As soon as it was out, the gate was open for all the rest to come out. That is, the mushy but well-held together and solid poop that is characteristic of my normal daily poops. The mushy poop was about one and one-third cups in volume. And all of it just rushed out at once. It was hilarious to watch in the mirror.

I then stood up and sat on my toilet to rest and to wait to see if there was any more that needed to come out. I sat for a few minutes, but there was no more poop waiting to come out.

Does anyone else take a squat on a regular basis, even if not most days? What about pooping in front of a mirror? It's interesting to watch the process unfold. I think it's also a good idea to get an occasional up-close look at your poop just to get used to it and thereby empower yourself to be able to see any changes that might occur in your poop later down the road.


Grade School Toilet Memories

I have memories of adjusting to use the toilets at my grade school.
1) I didn't have much confidence and raising my hand, even when I had been promoted to 4th grade was hard for me. Our regular teacher was out a lot that year and we had a sub often. She had this timer that she ran while I was out of the room.
2) I know that timer running made me less confident in being able to sit and start my wee. Sometimes I just got frustrated and when I couldn't get my wee to start, I simply got off the toilet and left back for class.
3) My pediatrician told my mom I needed to relax more on the toilet. He suggested that I flush it each time I got off it to make my sit seem normal to the others in the bathroom.
4) I think I batted about 50 percent success when we had one of our classroom toilet breaks. I was really conscious that others were waiting for me and that I was standing out and holding them up too.
5) Sometimes I would leave the cafeteria line, sacrifice my space, and hurry down to the toilet because I was afraid of having an accident. I stood out always leaving and then being at the end of the lunch line. I hated that.
6) I remember being in great distress one Friday morning. I had held in my crap the previous day and it wouldn't come out when I got home the previous afternoon. Now it was coming out and I had to stand three deep in a line for a toilet. There was some smear in my panties, but otherwise I made it.
7) I sooo hated my classmates who calm and collected could wait their turn, get themselves on and off the toilet sometimes in less than a minute.
8) When I was in 1st grade and mom came with me to open house she need to wee just before our principal started the program. I went out with her and she hurried into a toilet with a half-high door, dropped herself onto the seat and weed for what seemed to be forever. It was quite loud, too, probably because we were the only ones in the bathroom. She didn't wait to wash her hands. I didn't say nothin'


Lena

Introduction

Hi there, I am Lena and I am 33 years old. I am from Germany near the Alps. I been reading here for a couple years by now and I am starting to write to.

I think going to the bathroom is a pretty interesting topic, whether it is Number 1 or 2. I do have some stories to tell, even though I may not have that much time for it as a mother of two.


Nytecat

Three skidmarks in four days!

I was doing relatively well in 2024. I managed to keep my underwear clean every day except for one. But that stretch of good luck finally ran out. About a week ago, my poop went from clean and solid to soft and messy. It's usually a temporary change that lasts a day or two. But in this case it harassed me for a week.

This meant my usual 5 to 10 minute daily pooping sessions took much longer and left me with a harder time wiping myself clean when I was done. Sometimes I didn't have the patience for a complete job. That was the case Tuesday when I ended up with a little streak in the bottom of some gray briefs. Not a big deal.

On Wednesday I forget if I went number two at work or not. But that night before I went to bed, I felt a big dump coming on. So I went to the bathroom, pulled everything down and spent the next 20 minutes pushing out what I could. It was uncomfortable but not painful. When I was done I tried wiping and it was pretty messy. But I was so tired I didn't care. I was wearing a pair of black Hanes men's briefs so I thought how bad could it get? So I went to bed and decided to get some sleep. I got up a couple times overnight to pee and I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. But when I got up for work I could feel my briefs embedded in my butt crack. It was itchy too so I said that's enough and pulled them out. And guess what? It stuck to the area around my butt hole like it was glued. Yuck! Once I managed to pull them down there was a conspicuous brown blotch inside. That's about as bad as it gets for me. So I tossed them in the dirty clothes basket and after a quick shower I was good to go.

For Thursday I wore pink women's panties. I must've been able to do an adequate wiping job when I took my daily dump because those stayed clean all day. Friday would be a different story. Pooping that day was unremarkable and I hardly recall going. But when I got home after work my butt was itchy. I looked in my gray string panties and there was a three inch streak in the bottom. Come on!

At that point I decided I was going to start lining the bottom of my underpants with toilet paper after pooping until my bowels settled down. On Saturday I wore green Fruit of the Loom men's briefs for St. Patrick's Day Eve. That day went without incident and I think I'm back to normal.

Time for a quick shout out to Pete. I knew I was hardly alone when it came to protecting underwear with paper products. But I didn't know it had a name, heh. Hopefully I won't need a manpon again anytime soon.


Sunday, March 17, 2024


POOPING IN CAMPERVAN


Last Wednesday woke at 06:30 had a wee in potty in bedroom went downstairs made and drank tea washed brushed my teeth , had a wee in THETFORD 33 in shed .I walked to the village stores bought a lottery ticket ,came home had a wee in shed again before getting into van.
I started my ninety mile journey to LYMINTON HAMPSHIRE after Thirty Miles
pulled into a layby, pulled ADVENTURIDGE PORTA POTTIE from locker pulled down my jogging bottoms and pants ,sat on pottie and went a NUMBER TOO after ten minutes wiped with eight sheets of ELSAN BLUE ROLL toilet paper.
this was my first poop for Thirty Six hours.
Two Hours later pulled into layby in NEW FOREST pulled pottie from locker. had a wee , then had some lunch then sat on pottie and had my second NUMBER TOO wiped with ELSAN BLUE toilet paper then drove to my destination


Anna from Austria

Just some replies this time

@Brandon That's true. The open door toilet situation could have turned out way worse. Pooping in crowded bathroom with open doors while other women waiting in front off me would have been worse.

In that regard i was lucky Since I used the stall that the farthest away the women entering the bathroom did not see me. They just knew that someone was in there pooping.

@Chakamami Thank you very much for your nice words about my age. And you are right. It is bad manners to comment on the noises other people make while defecating.

I do not know what is so funny about that. Some younger women are just weird. That readhead was especially weird. Because she was also making weird grunting noises. They were at leat as loud as my usual pooping noises.

That's it for today

Greetings from Austria

Anna


Doctor Harper

Response to Zoe

Hi Zoe.

My name is Harper, i am 16, focusing on becoming a doctor. My main interests are bowel bodily functions, and vice versa.

I thought i was the right one to answer your questions. You see, i am not a doctor yet. But i am soon to be. You have asked many great questions, i will try to answer them.

Poo is your bodys garbage, waste material, that the body can't obtain and will have to dispose off. Like when your parents say TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE OR NO DINNER, (lol) The poo is hereby often made a percentage of what you eat, and rest body waste. It's healthy to poo, and pee and get rid of it!

If you drink more, you also pee more, because your kidneys (which produce your pee) fills your bladder, and if you like me, wanted to study because of numerous accidents due to small bladder when i was younger, you know how emptying your bladder several times a day may be handy! So listen to your body signals telling you you need to pee, and do not hold it in for too long! Pee is mixed with water, called urine.
Which means if you eat more, you poop more. But you drink more than you eat a day, which often means you pee more often!

Your poo-poo can vary in size and smell, because of the food you eat and how good your body obtains the material that it CAN use.
I wrote on page 2294: Some kids have large movements because of long intestines, which are shorter than grown peoples are, when people grow. Which means that poop can be a larger amount pr meal per stool produced.

AND yes, everyone poop Zoe! Your parents, your brother or sister, your granddad who is old, even the president! I even heard the president uses diapers sometimes! My friend poops and even has stories from school about poop, i might post them here some day!

Usually, people poop when they feel the need to. But did you know, that you can train your body to poop at special times a day? People usually poop in the bathroom. Some poops in pants, or if you have trouble holding it, you might need to wear diapers, like if you wet the bed. Urine can irritate the skin and make it sore, so it is important to change clothes if you had an accident. Smaller accidents can dry out and not make any damage to your skin.


If you need to poop and your friend takes a long time in the bathroom there might be various reasons, like your friend ate more than you, or his or her body need to get rid of more or less stuff. Your friends poop might also be harder og easier to get out. There is a lot of different factors. My friend once took half an hour to poop. He said he felt a little constipated.

School bathrooms are made to be used! But some kids don't like to use them, and will hold them till they get home, resulting in accidents! You might need to talk to your parents and tell them that is important to use a bathroom if one is provided where you are when you need to go!

You can choose to ignore to poop, but not for long. Ignore it for days, and you might end up having trouble getting it out! (Constipation) To get a poo out thats stuck might require medicine, which makes your bowels use water to get the poo-poo going, often ending in softer stools! Some medicine will make you need to poo in 15 minutes!

If you're having trouble with pooping, it's a good idea to talk to a grown-up you trust, like your parents or a doctor. They can help you figure out if there's anything you can do to make it easier.

Remember, you even coming here takes courage. It took years before i had the guts to investigate all of this!

I hope this helped you!
Have a great day!
-Harper


POOPING IN CAMPERVAN


Drove home from GYM last night,pulled into drive pulled pottie from locker pulled down my jogging bottoms and pants,sat on pottie .Immediately
had a wee a few minutes later I pushed and pooped I really needed to go.
I sat for ten minutes in total before wiping I used the last eight sheets of toilet roll.The pottie I left in the galley area and took a new toilet roll from the overhead locker put onto holder on door then went into house had a bowl of ALL BRAN.
This morning woken by alarm clock ,had a wee in the bedroom pottie went downstairs had two mugs of tea ,washed brushed my teeth then went to campervan to use the pottie .I placed a paper towel on back of bowl then pulled down my pants and jogging bottom ,the sat down.I had a long wee almost a minute,leaned forward arms around my knees and had a BM it was awesome ,the after effects of a visit to the GYM and a large bowl of ALL BRAN before going to bed.
I have just had a large plate of stir fry anticipating I will have another enjoyable NUMBER TOO tomorrow morning


Portia Sometimes Poos

Response to Violet Indigo

One little pet peeve I have is when they have gendered single person toilets. This is not even about those multi stall gender neutral toilets I've seen. It's such a stupid thing to do since a single person toilet is for one person's use regardless of sex so why don't just not make them open to the next person who needs it. The reason we segregate toilets by sex is to give people privacy in their bodily functions from the opposite sex, this is not something to worry about in a single person toilet.Furthermore, the term woman's toilet is a modification of the term toilet and narrows the function of the toilet by limiting who can use it. Because of that I don't get the term "all gender restroom" we should just call them "restrooms"


Charlotte from WI survey Answers

1. Have you ever pooped or peed in your car?
Yes, I was 8 and my parents were doing a cross-country drive. They had been profusely praising of my sister, 2 years older than me, for anticipating bathroom needs and making good decisions, whatever that meant. On I35, about an hour into our trip segment, I had to poop, but my dad asked why I hadn't said anything at the last rest stop. He cussed and used some big words that I didn't understand. But my sister got a laugh out of it. So I did a little fart and dropped a medium size crap ball in my shorts. I was lucky because I kept my legs close together and it didn't smell. About 50 miles later at another stop for my sister's needs I took care of it. Luckily my dad didn't come in. I faked crapping by sitting on the toilet, I took a piece of toilet paper and lifted the ball out of my pants and dropped it between my legs in the toilet. There was very little damage to my white underwear.

2. How much do you fart when you pee?
Very little by the time I was about 12. Guys were given a hard time at the urinals if they did that.

3. Are/were your parents open to your toilet fun?
No. When dad took me into a public bathroom he would say "done & out," which meant no lingering or off-task behavior. When traveling, he and I would crap next to one another in adjacent booths. He would dump and be out within 2 minutes and back at the car. He sent my sister back to yell at me to hurry up. Then he would make a joke about whether I "fell in."

4. Name your favorite posters and stories on here that should be read?
This goes back a few years. I'd say Vincene, Tlana, Braidy, Thunder and
Curious Cody.

For Violet Indigo:
What do you mean by not understanding why urinals are so normalized? They may be somewhat fearful to us guys at first but I think most of us just go along with the flow (bad pun!).

For Nytecat:
Me and my best friend in 5th & 6th grades loved to "cross swords" in the school bathroom. But we did lift the seat first. But we still didn't win Students of the Week.


Old Posts:   Page Selector
Most recent old posts page: 3061 >
<Oldest old post page (page 1)
       ToiletStool.com, "Boldly bringing .com to your bodily functions."
       Go to Page...